Welcome to Barentsburg, your new home

by **The Selkie** » Sun Jul 31, 2016 8:36 am

Aurora Confederacy wrote:The school was relatively orderly given that the students were being allowed to go home early so contractors can come in and inspect the building, along with Isis and Ava, other parents had arrived to collect their children from school and some members of staff were talking to other parents whilst the head talks to a city official as a fire engine turns up, though thankfully without its lights and sirens blaring.

Isis was watched with a smile as Mungail darted off towards its owner, before turning to Ava, "looks like a match made in heaven" she says as Bobby stands on his hind legs and puts his front paws onto Isis's leg, wanting to be picked up. Isis then feels her phone vibrate so reaches down into her pocket and pulls the phone out, it was Holly on the other end of the call.
"Hi Hols, whats up?" asks Isis

"Have you checked the news? A new crater has opened up on Sula'um'buru, western side of the mountain" replies Holly, "where are you?"

"No, cant say I have checked it, that was under a glacier so somewhere is gonna get wet. Im at the school with Ava, Im gonna be heading back in a few though" Isis then turned to Ava, "Looks like something is brewing on the moutain, we're safe from it here though, but we might see the skies darken"

The principal sees Ava and makes his way over towards her, "good afternoon" he says before spotting Isis, "good afternoon Miss Mc.Callum, I remember when you were a student here" he says before returning to Ava. "We have had to confiscate a small artifact off Marla, can you come and collect it please and ensure that she does not bring the ceremonial knife onto school premisies again please?" he says, gesturing to Ava to follow him. Isis scoops up Bobby and makes her way over towards Mungail and Gwen.

Over at the house
After taking a short taxi ride, Holly arrives home and slides her key in the lock and opens the door, "at least the door is okay" she thinks to herself though she then scans the living room. The quake had rattled the house and so cups, plates and pictures had come from the tables and walls, in some cases smashing on the floor, though thankfully due to Holly choosing to have foam and under-lay put under the carpet to make carpet even softer under foot, there was only minor damage to items that had fallen. The arrow that had been hanging on its nail in the wall with the ribbons tied to it is still hanging there albeit a little crooked so Holly straightens that before taking a look in the garage. Apart from tools on the floor, the garage is intact and the 4x4 is in one piece, however an examination of the kitchen reveals a cracked window and the gas was turned off, however the kettle was electric and the water was still on.

Ava nodded. Ceremonial... yeah..., she thought.
"Of course, I will talk with her.", she said to the principle, quite amused, motioning for him to take the lead. "After you, Sir."
They went a few steps, Ava rolling up Mungail's leash and holding it in one hand, seeing that she would have little to no use for it now.
"By the way, I don't think, that I introduced myself properly.", she said as she was finished with that, extending her hand. "Ava Iasachta of the Tribe of Conn. Your school has both of my daughters."

Gwen nodded at her longtime companion, smiling and standing up.
Mungail, panting and waggling his tail, stood at her side, as she turned to the group of students she talked with. "If I may introduce? Mungail, my Grey Wolf and my companion." The large predator gave a happy bark, showing off his teeth in the process. They were large, but well kept and Gwen's hand on his head assured, that he would not use them. "He's my pal since I was seven."
Just then, Mungail turned around to face Isis and Bobby, a smile on his face, which again showed off the teeth.
Gwen turned towards them, smiling herself. "Well, at least I'm not the only one with dog here."
She motioned for Isis to come over.

by **Romberg** » Fri Aug 05, 2016 9:40 am

Having been to the bar frequently enough, the embassy staff were already unfazed by the rather esoteric fashion choices of many of the Burg's inhabitants, the bar staff included. Yulia was rather perturbed by it in general, having mainly been acquainted with people with more orthodox tastes. However by this time of the night she was too tired to care, and she knew it was rather rude to make a comment on the situation anyway. The group was led into the VIP box, and it proved to be worth every penny. Though the bar was not particularly large considering the size of the city, it was ultimately nonetheless reasonably well equipped, and the VIP box offered a commanding view of the stage and the dance floor while providing enough privacy for the group. Once inside however, the party soon erupted.

Yulia remembered fondly of the parties she had while in university. Back home, especially in the aristocratic environment she was brought up in, even though they were far removed from the decadence of earlier generations the stress of manners and elegance was still strong enough, and it was considered conduct unbecoming of a noble to be intoxicated, doubly in public. In university these rules were relaxed. It helped that the paparazzi had better people to stalk during that time - they were surprisingly courteous towards her antics given the Hohenstein family was usually in the limelight. And though she studied hard for her degree, the parties there made for many memorable nights. She never did expect the same thing to happen here in the Burg though, and definitely not on her first day in the city. Perhaps it was a trait of Rombergians then.

Already, the bottles had long been opened and alcohol flowed freely. And no mixer was present to dampen the burn, only pure drink. Just the way Rombergians do. First round of shots was for Yulia's safe arrival. The second was to the ambassador. Third went to the Kaiser and the nation. This went on, round after round. There wasn't really much need for drinking games as Rombergians were able to get drunk enough themselves just by polite toasts alone! And as the night went on, it seemed as if her attitude softened. She began to know more about the other embassy staff, some perhaps too much. In return there were more than enough jokes about her aristocratic heritage and her family to go around, but she knew it was all in good fun. Obviously she was still tired because of the flight and the jet lag involved, but her resistance to staying out a bit longer waned. At least if she performed poorly the next day they would understand. With that in mind the hours soon passed, with equal parts clinking of shot glasses and laughter.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Sat Aug 06, 2016 6:42 am

TRYING TO TIME SYNC HERE

The Selkie wrote:
Aurora Confederacy wrote:The school was relatively orderly given that the students were being allowed to go home early so contractors can come in and inspect the building, along with Isis and Ava, other parents had arrived to collect their children from school and some members of staff were talking to other parents whilst the head talks to a city official as a fire engine turns up, though thankfully without its lights and sirens blaring.

Isis was watched with a smile as Mungail darted off towards its owner, before turning to Ava, "looks like a match made in heaven" she says as Bobby stands on his hind legs and puts his front paws onto Isis's leg, wanting to be picked up. Isis then feels her phone vibrate so reaches down into her pocket and pulls the phone out, it was Holly on the other end of the call.
"Hi Hols, whats up?" asks Isis

"Have you checked the news? A new crater has opened up on Sula'um'buru, western side of the mountain" replies Holly, "where are you?"

"No, cant say I have checked it, that was under a glacier so somewhere is gonna get wet. Im at the school with Ava, Im gonna be heading back in a few though" Isis then turned to Ava, "Looks like something is brewing on the moutain, we're safe from it here though, but we might see the skies darken"

The principal sees Ava and makes his way over towards her, "good afternoon" he says before spotting Isis, "good afternoon Miss Mc.Callum, I remember when you were a student here" he says before returning to Ava. "We have had to confiscate a small artifact off Marla, can you come and collect it please and ensure that she does not bring the ceremonial knife onto school premisies again please?" he says, gesturing to Ava to follow him. Isis scoops up Bobby and makes her way over towards Mungail and Gwen.

Over at the house
After taking a short taxi ride, Holly arrives home and slides her key in the lock and opens the door, "at least the door is okay" she thinks to herself though she then scans the living room. The quake had rattled the house and so cups, plates and pictures had come from the tables and walls, in some cases smashing on the floor, though thankfully due to Holly choosing to have foam and under-lay put under the carpet to make carpet even softer under foot, there was only minor damage to items that had fallen. The arrow that had been hanging on its nail in the wall with the ribbons tied to it is still hanging there albeit a little crooked so Holly straightens that before taking a look in the garage. Apart from tools on the floor, the garage is intact and the 4x4 is in one piece, however an examination of the kitchen reveals a cracked window and the gas was turned off, however the kettle was electric and the water was still on.

Ava nodded. Ceremonial... yeah..., she thought.
"Of course, I will talk with her.", she said to the principle, quite amused, motioning for him to take the lead. "After you, Sir."
They went a few steps, Ava rolling up Mungail's leash and holding it in one hand, seeing that she would have little to no use for it now.
"By the way, I don't think, that I introduced myself properly.", she said as she was finished with that, extending her hand. "Ava Iasachta of the Tribe of Conn. Your school has both of my daughters."

Gwen nodded at her longtime companion, smiling and standing up.
Mungail, panting and waggling his tail, stood at her side, as she turned to the group of students she talked with. "If I may introduce? Mungail, my Grey Wolf and my companion." The large predator gave a happy bark, showing off his teeth in the process. They were large, but well kept and Gwen's hand on his head assured, that he would not use them. "He's my pal since I was seven."
Just then, Mungail turned around to face Isis and Bobby, a smile on his face, which again showed off the teeth.
Gwen turned towards them, smiling herself. "Well, at least I'm not the only one with dog here."
She motioned for Isis to come over.

Isis made her way over towards Gwen and Mungail, however Gwen having been at the Spring festival a while ago was remembered by Bobby, he looks up and hears the voice before giving out a very loud yap of excitement as Isis made her way over. As she walked, she was limping slightly as by now she had been on her feet for a while walking and carrying in some cases her dog.

"HEEEEY GWEN!" she calls as she makes her way over. When she arrives at Gwen's side she places Bobby down on the floor, the then decided to amble over to Gwen, put his paws on her leg and look up at her with a wide-eyed expression. "Gwen, Ive just been speaking to ya mom, how you finding this place?" asks Isis, carefully watching Bobby.

Over in the school principal's office, which thanks to the recent rattling had papers just dumped on the desk having been dumped on the floor and picked back up again, the principal turned to Ava, "This was handed in to us by your daughter, she said it was a significant item.." he hands the blade back to Ava, "now can you ask her not to bring it in again please, blades are not permitted on school grounds and for now she isn't in trouble this time".

Having been to the bar frequently enough, the embassy staff were already unfazed by the rather esoteric fashion choices of many of the Burg's inhabitants, the bar staff included. Yulia was rather perturbed by it in general, having mainly been acquainted with people with more orthodox tastes. However by this time of the night she was too tired to care, and she knew it was rather rude to make a comment on the situation anyway. The group was led into the VIP box, and it proved to be worth every penny. Though the bar was not particularly large considering the size of the city, it was ultimately nonetheless reasonably well equipped, and the VIP box offered a commanding view of the stage and the dance floor while providing enough privacy for the group. Once inside however, the party soon erupted.

Yulia remembered fondly of the parties she had while in university. Back home, especially in the aristocratic environment she was brought up in, even though they were far removed from the decadence of earlier generations the stress of manners and elegance was still strong enough, and it was considered conduct unbecoming of a noble to be intoxicated, doubly in public. In university these rules were relaxed. It helped that the paparazzi had better people to stalk during that time - they were surprisingly courteous towards her antics given the Hohenstein family was usually in the limelight. And though she studied hard for her degree, the parties there made for many memorable nights. She never did expect the same thing to happen here in the Burg though, and definitely not on her first day in the city. Perhaps it was a trait of Rombergians then.

Already, the bottles had long been opened and alcohol flowed freely. And no mixer was present to dampen the burn, only pure drink. Just the way Rombergians do. First round of shots was for Yulia's safe arrival. The second was to the ambassador. Third went to the Kaiser and the nation. This went on, round after round. There wasn't really much need for drinking games as Rombergians were able to get drunk enough themselves just by polite toasts alone! And as the night went on, it seemed as if her attitude softened. She began to know more about the other embassy staff, some perhaps too much. In return there were more than enough jokes about her aristocratic heritage and her family to go around, but she knew it was all in good fun. Obviously she was still tired because of the flight and the jet lag involved, but her resistance to staying out a bit longer waned. At least if she performed poorly the next day they would understand. With that in mind the hours soon passed, with equal parts clinking of shot glasses and laughter.

Zaph, leaning on the bar and noticing the jet lag smiled, "you need one of these" she says, reaching below the bar and pulling out a half litre can of Raging Bull, "one tin of this and you wont be sleeping for a bit, anxiety in a can, almost pure caffine drink and it will keep you going, if that doesnt take your fancy, there's atomic fuel as well, the rival product, want a can?" she asks with a smile and beamingly wide dark red eyes that gave her a demonic glare which is even more enhanced with her surgicaly split tongue, dark brown hair, black lipstick and black skintight outfit.

Over on the stage, there was some activity taking place as technicians were it seems putting a set together, a trio of electric guitars were sitting on their stands and a drum kit was being slowly put together whilst 3 men and a woman wearing trench coats walked through the bar area to the room behind the bar, they were talking in what seemed to be a Norse language. As they pass, one of the stage hands waves at the woman in the band, as he does one of the male performers gives a wink to the stage hand who then blows a kiss at the man who just winked at him!

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Mon Aug 08, 2016 9:36 am

One thing about the north of the Aurora Confederacy as the train gently makes its way across the sub arctic tundra then later on crossing the northern plains and the foothills of the northern volcanic range, a range of mountains that block off the Volcanic park from the rest of the country, is the scenery is insanely beatiful, unspoiled wilderness populated by more wild animals than humans as the 8 million population mainly lives down the south of the country, with less than 80,000 living north of Peace Valley in an area about the size of the US state of Nevada.

Once on the east coast line, the train picks up speed and slowly the coastal fjord opens up and after a while the city comes into view, Barentsburg is a busy little place, 20,000 people crammed into the northeast corner, in fact it has a larger population than Valeria Port Aurora which is 500kms further north and at one point was the capital before administration was moved to Lake Hai'lu'kai in the far south, and with the arctic circle several hundred km south of Barentsburg, at a point just north of Peace Valley, then the train begins to slow down before coasting into Barentsburg where the temperature outside, despite being summer is 3 degrees C, or 38F depending on your choice of scale, cold by most people's standards but not oppressively cold.

Next to the station in the south of the city is Barentsburg nuclear plant, an old site built in the 1960s and still running, although half of the plant is now shut down with just one reactor remaining operational, it is just 100m from the station. A train with a nuclear flask train is sat on a siding waiting to join the tram line before begining its street-run to the northern station of the city where it will then begin the long journey to the reprocessing plant in Jan Mayern. Stepping off the train, the air is clean and dense making it easy on the lungs, yet in the distance from the PA system, Arvo part, Spiegel im Spiegel is playing its never ending loop.

TerraBite.
As its name may suggest, Terrabite is in fact more than just an internet cafe, but its also a cafe with hot food available all the time along with hot food, but also free wifi and internet. They dont make money on the internet, but they make their money on the food and drinks here. On the menu is a variety of pork, lamb, beef and fish meals along with fries, southern style chicken, 1/2lb burgers! Feeling hungry then have the pounder! no not 1/4, or 1/2 lb burger, NO its a 1lb burger! 500g of prime angus beef topped off with cheese, mushrooms and a side salad.

Houses are on offer, and can be viewed at any time during the day however its 17:20 and the nearest letting agent is a 15 minute walk away, they close at 17:30 but there are several hotels available in the city as well as some guest houses, take your pick and you're bound to find something!

by **The Selkie** » Mon Aug 08, 2016 2:50 pm

Aurora Confederacy wrote:Isis made her way over towards Gwen and Mungail, however Gwen having been at the Spring festival a while ago was remembered by Bobby, he looks up and hears the voice before giving out a very loud yap of excitement as Isis made her way over. As she walked, she was limping slightly as by now she had been on her feet for a while walking and carrying in some cases her dog.

"HEEEEY GWEN!" she calls as she makes her way over. When she arrives at Gwen's side she places Bobby down on the floor, the then decided to amble over to Gwen, put his paws on her leg and look up at her with a wide-eyed expression. "Gwen, Ive just been speaking to ya mom, how you finding this place?" asks Isis, carefully watching Bobby.

Over in the school principal's office, which thanks to the recent rattling had papers just dumped on the desk having been dumped on the floor and picked back up again, the principal turned to Ava, "This was handed in to us by your daughter, she said it was a significant item.." he hands the blade back to Ava, "now can you ask her not to bring it in again please, blades are not permitted on school grounds and for now she isn't in trouble this time".
[...]

Gwen took a moment to recognize the woman in front of her.
"Isis!", she said after that moment with joy - she remembered that woman, they met by coincidence at the Festival, because Mungail took on Bobby's smell and followed it. Apparently, they met Bricliath, General Niochan's beast of a Grey Wolf. "How are things? And how is Holly?"
That was before she became aware of the question. "It's nice. A little shaking, as of late, but nothing I can't get used to. I even made a few friends, I would like to think..."
She smiled towards the general direction of Tim.

"That will not be a problem.", Ava said and drew the little blade, giving it a once-over. "It indeed is an... 'important item', as you called it. One could even say, that it is of cultural significance to the Selkie." She made a short pause, taking amoment to inspect the short blade. "It's a long story. It has something to do with the fact, that every student in the Free Lands learns how to wield a lance. Ancient law and all that, today more of a ceremonial thing."
Ava nodded, sheathed the little blade.
"Thank you.", she said to the Principle, "For not putting her in trouble, I mean."

by **New Communist and Socialist Unions** » Mon Aug 08, 2016 9:58 pm

Aurora Confederacy wrote:
New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:As the train starts moving, slight jitters of movement and flickering of lights proved to the Ismail family that some sort of earthquake was occurring, and judging by the looks of things, it was a bit distant, but close enough to be felt like this. The train was finally moving, and was now finally out of the slightly cramped train station. Zhakaev and his family was in one of the middle cabs of the train, and the father seemed to be relaxed, seeing the scenery outside as the train was moving fast. "Barren plains," commented Zhakaev, "Just like Jotunheim...", "Too right hon..." replied Eleanor as she stared at the barren icy plains between Peace Valley and Barentsburg.

They arrived at Barentsburg, which was still slightly shaken by what seemed to be an earthquake. The kids were whimpering slightly, as they were a bit shaken by the recent earthquake that just occurred nearby. The family immediately took a taxi, and that brought them to an internet cafe. Zhakaev then searched for any houses that could be bought...

One thing about the north of the Aurora Confederacy as the train gently makes its way across the sub arctic tundra then later on crossing the northern plains and the foothills of the northern volcanic range, a range of mountains that block off the Volcanic park from the rest of the country, is the scenery is insanely beatiful, unspoiled wilderness populated by more wild animals than humans as the 8 million population mainly lives down the south of the country, with less than 80,000 living north of Peace Valley in an area about the size of the US state of Nevada.

Once on the east coast line, the train picks up speed and slowly the coastal fjord opens up and after a while the city comes into view, Barentsburg is a busy little place, 20,000 people crammed into the northeast corner, in fact it has a larger population than Valeria Port Aurora which is 500kms further north and at one point was the capital before administration was moved to Lake Hai'lu'kai in the far south, and with the arctic circle several hundred km south of Barentsburg, at a point just north of Peace Valley, then the train begins to slow down before coasting into Barentsburg where the temperature outside, despite being summer is 3 degrees C, or 38F depending on your choice of scale, cold by most people's standards but not oppressively cold.

Next to the station in the south of the city is Barentsburg nuclear plant, an old site built in the 1960s and still running, although half of the plant is now shut down with just one reactor remaining operational, it is just 100m from the station. A train with a nuclear flask train is sat on a siding waiting to join the tram line before begining its street-run to the northern station of the city where it will then begin the long journey to the reprocessing plant in Jan Mayern. Stepping off the train, the air is clean and dense making it easy on the lungs, yet in the distance from the PA system, Arvo part, Spiegel im Spiegel is playing its never ending loop.

TerraBite.
As its name may suggest, Terrabite is in fact more than just an internet cafe, but its also a cafe with hot food available all the time along with hot food, but also free wifi and internet. They dont make money on the internet, but they make their money on the food and drinks here. On the menu is a variety of pork, lamb, beef and fish meals along with fries, southern style chicken, 1/2lb burgers! Feeling hungry then have the pounder! no not 1/4, or 1/2 lb burger, NO its a 1lb burger! 500g of prime angus beef topped off with cheese, mushrooms and a side salad.

Houses are on offer, and can be viewed at any time during the day however its 17:20 and the nearest letting agent is a 15 minute walk away, they close at 17:30 but there are several hotels available in the city as well as some guest houses, take your pick and you're bound to find something!

The family continuously try to find a house, then argue about it in a good way. Eventually, after quite some time, they find just the perfect house. Said house has a spacious basement, a ground floor that has been completely converted into a shop, and a cozy second floor. The family immediately choose this one, but there are no letting agents at these times, thus the family go to a nearby hotel two blocks away.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Sun Aug 14, 2016 5:03 am

"Alls well here Gwen, Holly's back at home by now I guess after a day at work" replys Isis as Bobby sniffed around Gwen, his tail now wagging as he remembers Gwen's scent, "oh and Holly's legs are bedding in better now but still giving her irritations if she is on her feet for too long. I hear your father is planning on opening up a restaurant here, when's that for as Me and Holly may pop over to see it?" she asks before calling Bobby back to her side.

it was at that point that a snowball came from a distance away with a high-arc curve and exploded onto snow dust as it hit the floor, "Scuse me a sec Gwen", says Isis, gathering up snow before letting go of the leash before standing on the leash and picking up the snow ball. Isis leans back and extends her arm behind her before bringing her arm forward at quite a speed although as her arm travelled through its arc Isis gently released her grip allowing the snowball to fly.

fly it did, arcing high in the air before coming down somewhere in the general direction of the inbound snowball came from and the one launced by Isis found a target going straight down the back of another student! Isis then turned back to Gwen, "right where were we?" she asks, as if nothing had even happened....

in the school office
"I understand the cultural significance but I was also looking out for the interests of Marla, not only for the aspects of rules but also the fact that if it were to go missing" remarks the principal as the phone began to ring, "now Ma'am, I am very sorry, i must answer this its from the department at city hall", as such the principal picked up the phone,
"Good afternoon, Barentsburg Educata....."
there was quite a pause
"yes sir, we hope to be back up and running day after tomorrow, we have a few broken windows and some fallen fixtures but on the whole the building is safe, no leaking gas as yet but we have the Utilities and fire service here checking the place over......"
he pauses again
"....casualties sir, none. I know you have to ask these things but really, there were no reported injuries at the school and I am going through the registers now sir, everyone is accounted for both staff and pupils. The power tripped but came back on pretty much straight away, we're on battery power at the moment until the primary is reconnected by the power board...."
The principal pauses again as what sounds like the a departmental employee from city hall is speaking
"....yes sir, parents are coming now to pick their pupils up and school transits are also here to pick up bussed in students....."
another pause
"....yes, thank you sir., will do. Oh im thinking of a game of golf this weekend, you interested, sir?...."
the principal's serious look turns to a smile
"...yes, at the Cedar Pines golf club, ten thirty tee off, see you there then, thank you sir and good afternoon to you"

The principal places the handset into the cradle with a smile, Mrs Iasachta, may I see you out to the yard again please as I have some work to attend to?"

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Sun Aug 14, 2016 5:18 am

"Oh, so you fell on a piece of bar, okay, now can you confirm your name please and your address please?" asks the CI5 officer, he had some facts to clear up and needed to know the who, the what, the whens and the whys about the situation. as Agent Ericsson listened to Jorvi, he wrote down various notes and filled out a statement form with meticulous detail. "and where were you at the time of the incident and your reason for being there?" he asks. As he spoke the clock on his bedside turned from [16:59] to [17:00]

It was at this point that a doctor leant over Jorvi, took his wrist and took a note of his pulse before checking the machine that he was still wired to, this machine was keeping a close eye on his blood pressure and blood oxygen saturation levels whilsy Jorvi lay on a hospital bed in a white hospital gown on seemingly the worlds most uncomfortable bed however it is better than sleeping on the floor

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Sun Aug 14, 2016 9:46 am

In the bar, Zaph turns on the TV for a moment whilst the band is setting up its set on the stage, on it is a familiar face to most Auroran's, Robert Crilley though normally doing the breakfast show he is covering for the late afternoon TV anchor.

"Good afternoon Barentsburg, here is the news at seventeen hundred, With Romberg's actions in the eastern tundra causing a hotbed of activity on the diplomatic stage, President Zafferana Promura has recalled her diplomatic staff from the Aurora Confederacy and in a statement today has officially refused to acknowledge the Rombergian claim to the Western Tundras region to the west of Glislandia, a nation which is currently in a war torn condition. In addition to this the border of the Aurora Confederacy and the tundra region has been formally closed with soldiers now dispatched to that area in order to ensure that the border remains closed and secure. Rombergian ships wishing to transit the canal are now to be formally borded and searched to ensure that they are not carrying items that are covered under the sanctions placed upon Romberg.

Foreign minister, Martyne Promura has summoned the Rombergian ambassador to the foreign office building in lake Hai'lu'kai to explain the Kaiser's actions and reasons for this land grab, for more on this story stay tuned to Confederate Broadcast Network TV, we will bring you more to this story as it unfolds.

As you are all probably aware, this morning several powerful quakes were felt, scientists believe that these quakes are the precursor to a possible eruption of Mount Sula'um'buru over in the north west of the Aurora Confederacy, a volcano that several years ago wiped Valkyrie City off the maps with a pyroclastic flow when it was joined in a double eruption with Mount Halvaarsson, a mountain that has also started to show signs of unrest recently with the rise of magma pressure in Sula's magma chamber, a magma chamber that is believed to be close to the surface and partly overlapping that of mount Halvaarsson, we will keep you informed and please listen to our disaster preparedness emergency tannoy system for news as it happens"

by **Palmyrion** » Sun Aug 21, 2016 8:00 pm

OOC: Will be written in first person view.

IC:

Barentsburg. My new home. Quite a far cry from the instability that is currently shaking Palmyrion as the Romani-Mar'si Union is waging a final all-or-nothing offensive against the Ultranationalists, a faction that I loathe so much to the point of wanting to join the military - but I never wanted to, as I wanted to become a singer-songwriter, earning millions in the music industry, or a painter famous for her artwork; everyone would pay me to do artwork for them. I don't even know how to get around Barentsburg and I don't have much to spend - especially now that I only have $1,000 (47,000 in the Palmyrian currency) in my pocket and I cannot spend too much. I had my clothes with me, and food long enough to last me a week. I must live the frugal way.

Of course, I reviewed what Barentsburg could give me. There was a couple of clubs in which I could work as a singer, and at the same time I could do commissioned artworks. I could open up an art studio in a local mall and do commissioned artworks there, while at the same time performing music at a bar - but only occasionally.

First -two choices. The Haven. Weekend karaoke. Don't know how much I would be paid, but I'm hoping the pay is decent. Another would be the Dixie's. I had a love for country music, what with my upbringing being in the countryside, born to parents that owned vast tracts of land under their name - and I had a love for Taylor Swift's songs. Same thing, I'm hoping the pay is decent enough that I could at least earn a decent living. Not unlike the Ultranationalists that forced me to strip and make love without pay.

Second - a place to live for the meantime. There were apartment blocks to the south of the city, just a stone's throw away from the nuclear power station that powers Barentsburg. An apartment room cost at least $100 a month, and I guess that's within my means of living. I secured a rented room in one of the apartments, which was quite decent to say the most.

After having settled in, placing my clothes in the closet, I set out to find a place where I can perform. Painting can wait. Dixie's would be the perfect place for those who want to perform country music, and Thursday is open mic night. Seems like I could perform some Taylor swift songs there...as well as a few songs that I have composed when I was 12-14, then 16-22.

Only time would tell when the name Eli Torres will be known to the world for her songs.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 4:49 am

Eli's apartment which looked out over the MAGNOX nuclear Power plant is moderately equipped with modern fixtures and fittings with a stainless steel sink. The power plant itself is soon to be replaced as a new plant is being built to the north of the city and eventually the current one will be decommissioned.

All LED lighting and a modern high speed broadband comes with the fittings. The letterbox rattles and the local free paper lands on the floor whilst outside a flurry of snow comes down making a picture postcard picture.

Across the yard of the power plant, the flask train begins to move, filtering on to the tram line, two powerful locomotives and 5 freight cars though only 3 are loaded, as it moves along it squeaks and squeals and eventually it is rumbling along the track. Heading north where it will pass the bars at the north of the city then finally join the main line.

-More to follow-

by **The Selkie** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 6:53 am

Aurora Confederacy wrote:"Alls well here Gwen, Holly's back at home by now I guess after a day at work" replys Isis as Bobby sniffed around Gwen, his tail now wagging as he remembers Gwen's scent, "oh and Holly's legs are bedding in better now but still giving her irritations if she is on her feet for too long. I hear your father is planning on opening up a restaurant here, when's that for as Me and Holly may pop over to see it?" she asks before calling Bobby back to her side.

it was at that point that a snowball came from a distance away with a high-arc curve and exploded onto snow dust as it hit the floor, "Scuse me a sec Gwen", says Isis, gathering up snow before letting go of the leash before standing on the leash and picking up the snow ball. Isis leans back and extends her arm behind her before bringing her arm forward at quite a speed although as her arm travelled through its arc Isis gently released her grip allowing the snowball to fly.

fly it did, arcing high in the air before coming down somewhere in the general direction of the inbound snowball came from and the one launced by Isis found a target going straight down the back of another student! Isis then turned back to Gwen, "right where were we?" she asks, as if nothing had even happened....

in the school office
"I understand the cultural significance but I was also looking out for the interests of Marla, not only for the aspects of rules but also the fact that if it were to go missing" remarks the principal as the phone began to ring, "now Ma'am, I am very sorry, i must answer this its from the department at city hall", as such the principal picked up the phone,
"Good afternoon, Barentsburg Educata....."
there was quite a pause
"yes sir, we hope to be back up and running day after tomorrow, we have a few broken windows and some fallen fixtures but on the whole the building is safe, no leaking gas as yet but we have the Utilities and fire service here checking the place over......"
he pauses again
"....casualties sir, none. I know you have to ask these things but really, there were no reported injuries at the school and I am going through the registers now sir, everyone is accounted for both staff and pupils. The power tripped but came back on pretty much straight away, we're on battery power at the moment until the primary is reconnected by the power board...."
The principal pauses again as what sounds like the a departmental employee from city hall is speaking
"....yes sir, parents are coming now to pick their pupils up and school transits are also here to pick up bussed in students....."
another pause
"....yes, thank you sir., will do. Oh im thinking of a game of golf this weekend, you interested, sir?...."
the principal's serious look turns to a smile
"...yes, at the Cedar Pines golf club, ten thirty tee off, see you there then, thank you sir and good afternoon to you"

The principal places the handset into the cradle with a smile, Mrs Iasachta, may I see you out to the yard again please as I have some work to attend to?"

Gwen watched Isis returning fire with a snowball with a smile.
"Right. Where were we?", she asked with the operation finished.
Gwen snorted in amusement at the situation. "He's still planning everything. He doesn't even have a pot yet, so that one might take a while - but once everything is up and running, I'm sure he'll love to have you two over.", she explained, "He's already planning a menu, if I know him correctly!"

Ava nodded. "Of course, after you.", she said and gestured to the door of the room, smiling.
She had a good sense of directions, so she should find her way out herself, she had actually contemplated during the conversation to wave and see herself out, but decided against it.
She didn't want to offend the man, who was kind enough not to cause any trouble for her younger daughter. And did not check her older daughter.
Where Marla had a small dagger hidden on her, Gwen was not only better equipped on her upper body then her little sister.

by **Palmyrion** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 10:16 am

Eli soon went to the Dixie's to get herself..."immersed" with the locals. At this point a strip club would trigger her to the point of walk-out, as the strip club will remind her of her horrible experiences as a sex slave in Ultranationalist hands. The Dixie's was known for its country music, and she wanted to give the "open mic Thursdays" a try; would she find luck, earning the big bucks through that?

Nevertheless she went in, carrying her guitar and properly leaving it by her side as she sat on a stool, have a drink. But her order of business was to be able to secure a spot on that "open mic Thursday". Her painting job-hobby can wait until she's done with her first stint of open mic Thursday. She would order a cold beer, the cheapest one in the bar. She can't afford to get drunk, as many of her past "customers" have gotten her drunk, raped her, and paid her, as well as she only had $990 (minus the money she spent on beer) in her pocket and she cannot afford to run out of money. She was just settling down in the Aurora Confederacy, seeking a new life in Barentsburg.

After ordering a beer she would just sit down on her desk as she took a sip every now and then, reminiscing the horrible memories that she had, as well as the "teen stuff" - partying late at night, "gala gala pa more" (wandering around the city, especially late at night) - that she had so horribly missed. But even then now wasn't the time to get drunk. She had to get acquainted with a few people in the bar. She asked the bartender: "Must be the bartender, eh? The name's Elizabeth. Eli, for short." she said as she looked at the bartender straight in the eye, a smile hiding a thousand horrible memories of being in the hands of one of the most brutal rebel organizations in the world: the Ultranationalist Army of Palmyrion. "What's your name then?"

OOC: Do people on open mic Thursdays get paid?

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Tue Aug 23, 2016 3:24 pm

At the school
with the group finally reassembled, Marla, Gwen and Ava with Isis, Isis turned to face Ava, "one thing I need to get, a joint of pork in for the meal tonight, then its home to cook a meal for Me and Holly, Ava wanna bring Donald over as well?" asks Isis as Bobby sniffs Marla.

Over in the far corner where Isis sciored a strike with a snowball, there is a well mannered and jovial snowball fight taking place as Students let off steam, and as there is plenty of snow on the floor, there is plenty of ammunion.

Dixie's night club.
The bar was busy though nothing that would signify trouble, outside the bar are some 1960s classic cars, large and with plenty of chrome along with a similarly decked out motorcycle whilst a neon sign over the doorway flashed away, the bar keeper leaned forwards as Eli spoke, "aye, Im Matt the bar keeper here, well one of them, so what y'orderin'?" he asks. as he spoke the light made a reflection of the bar that sits in his tongue and made his black spikey hair glisten. "We have spirits and light ales including some BB brands" he says.

by **The Selkie** » Wed Aug 24, 2016 2:59 am

Aurora Confederacy wrote:At the school
with the group finally reassembled, Marla, Gwen and Ava with Isis, Isis turned to face Ava, "one thing I need to get, a joint of pork in for the meal tonight, then its home to cook a meal for Me and Holly, Ava wanna bring Donald over as well?" asks Isis as Bobby sniffs Marla.

Over in the far corner where Isis sciored a strike with a snowball, there is a well mannered and jovial snowball fight taking place as Students let off steam, and as there is plenty of snow on the floor, there is plenty of ammunion.
[...]

With her kids reassembled, Ava handed her younger daughter the dagger back, who proceeded to put it back in its place.
Ava would talk with her later.
With the question hanging, Gwen looking towards her mother, and Marla petting Bobby, the woman turned towards Isis. "Thank you for the offer.", she began with a smile, "It would be my honour. Donald will come, when I tell him to." Gwen snorted in amusement, as she put the leash on Mungail. "When shall we be at your place?"
Meanwhile, Mungail began to demand Marla's time as well, the girl grinning as she petted both canines.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Wed Aug 24, 2016 9:06 am

as Marla petted Bobby, he revelled the attention, though when Mungial moved in Bobby, knowing his status within the pack moved to the side but still kept pawing Marla to get her to continue as Isis turned to Ava,

"About eighteen hundred thirty tonight, should give us time to get the food prepared" remarked Isis, "i will get some wine in as well, just gonna tell Holly"
Isis then picked up her phone and tapped a message

Hi Holly We will have visitors, Gwen and Donald, Ava and Marla coming over. will have wine and a roasted pork joint from the butchers around corner

After that she turned back to Ava, "we live on Bjorn Ulavansson gate, number sixteen" you cant miss it, its the green eco-tainer home with a gravel yard and its i think about two streets away from your place, I'll show you if you want and swing by where Donald''s place is" Isis then looked at Bobby, " Here Bobster" she says in a commandful tone as she instructed her small dog to her side before picking him up to allow Marla to give Mungail the attention he desires, "Ava, we have a good sized yard so Mungail could run around as well, just make sure he doesnt run into the glass as the back door is a sliding glass door.

Over at the house,
Holly had been doing some cleaning up after the quake had rattled some things loose, as the phone rattled and vibrated with the text, she read it and so headed off to the Butchers to get the roasted hog and some other items before returning to begin the cooking, she also took time out to some dog treats as well as a couple of bottles of wine. Returning home, Holly began to cook the roasted port joint in the oven, as that began to cook Holly then moved onto other things, getting the veg and fruit sorted, including a fruit salad whilst the wine chilled down in the cooler

by **Palmyrion** » Wed Aug 24, 2016 5:51 pm

"Get me your cheapest beer." Eli said to Matt. She had to make the most out of her $900 while trying to break into the country music scene, and she had to start at the Dixie's Open Mic Thursdays while at the same time trying to make a living out of painting. Who knows, the albums that she would publish would have album covers made by her.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Thu Aug 25, 2016 1:28 am

Dixie's bar
"sure, that's two Dinars please" replies the bar tender as he grabs a glass and puts it under one of the taps and begins to pour a glass of ale.

"so, where you from if I may ask?" he says, taking time to get to know new customers as a woman with green hair and green eyeballs wearing a black sleeveless outfit leans on the counter with a smile.

"Hi Matt, hows your boyfriend doing? She says with a smile

by **Palmyrion** » Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:44 am

“I come from the United Federation of Palmyrion.” Said Eli as she took a sip of what she ordered. Well, not quite disappointing for the cheapest beer, but now she only had $898 – quite alarming, if you ask her. She needed to be able to make a living out of this new land – she could be a painter, or a rising singer. Who knows…Dixie’s could be where she would start her rise to stardom. “Specifically I came from the hellhole that is now the New People’s Commonwealth of Palmyrion. How it became that, I guess it’s pretty obvious if you watched Palmyrian television channels that catered to overseas Palmyrians. Like me.” She said as she took another small sip – she had to make the most out of every sip as she was forced into living quite a frugal life until she could make a decent living. “I’m technically a refugee of war, if you would ask.”

The bartender might ask why she was a refugee, which would be answered by a long story of suffering.

“2006

Tama na yang laro, anak! Kain muna tayo! (Enough playing, my child, let’s eat lunch!)” said her mother as she left her laptop on one place and rushed to the dining table as they had to eat lunch. Elizabeth was the eldest child of a family of landowners that owned vast tracts of farming land. They planted food crops and export crops, and from this came their family’s fortune.

While eating, their parents noticed a few gunshots ringing from afar. What could it be, nobody knows. “Ano ba iyan, kahapon pa iyan ah. (What is that, it’s been happening since yesterday.)” the father said as he stood up to go to where he heard the gunshots from, even if it was a bad idea as the Ultranationalists were already raiding his farm and were only a few meters away from the family mansion. The ultranationalists would be considered too many by the private security detail of the farm, as they outnumbered them twice over and brought a few technicals with them.

A farmer rushed to him, gasping, and held on to a chair as he struggled to say some words while gasping rapidly for air. “Paparating na sila…ang mga ultranationalista…kailangan nila kayong makita…dalhin niyo rin daw ang asawa’t anak mo… (They’re coming…the ultranationalists…they need to see you…they said to have you bring your wife and children…)” the farmer said in-between his gasps for air. “Sige. (OK.)” “Papa, mapanganib! (Papa, it’s dangerous!)” said a worried Elizabeth as she feared her father’s death. “Bahala na sa akin ang Panginoon, anak. Ang mahalaga ay ligtas kayo. (The Lord will take care of me, child. What matters is you are all safe.)” the father replied as he went out the main door to find the ultranationalists aiming their guns at him. The farmer was shot dead as the farmer went out, and Elizabeth and her brother ducked when they heard the shots that killed the farmer, and the farmer’s dead body rolled down the stairs of the mansion, eventually landing on the ground face-up, arms and legs spread like a star. “Nasaan ang mga asawa’t anak mo?! (Where’s your wife and children?!)” angrily asked an ultranationalist as he aimed the gun at the father’s head. “Ligtas sila ngayon. Mula sa inyo. (They’re safe right now. From you.)”

The enraged ultranationalist angrily ran upstairs and he proceeded to pull the father’s head back by the hair, and the father did not even think about resisting for fear of his life. “Nasaan ang iyong asawa’t mga anak?! (Where are your wife and children?!)” the ultranationalist angrily asked while pulling back on the father’s hair, pointing a gun at his temple. “Nasa loob sila ng bahay! (They’re inside the house!)” the father angrily said, with the ultranationalist finally releasing his hold of the father, afterwards asking: “Edi saan? (Then where?)” “Hindi ko alam. Hanapin niyo sila. (I don’t know. Find them.)”

The ultranationalist, now enraged, threw the father downstairs, which sent him rolling down. The father suffered major injuries as he was thrown down so forcefully. “Hanapin niyo ang kanyang asawa’t mga anak. (Find his wife and kids.)” the ultranationalist said as his subordinate soldiers ran upstairs past him, while he executed the father with a shot to the head.

Meanwhile, in the hiding room, Elizabeth could hear gunshots and doors kicked down as the mansion’s security detail were being gunned down one by one, each room infiltrated one by one as the Ultranationalists searched for them. Elizabeth felt a chill running slowly and forcefully down her spine as the gunshots and the kicking down of doors went closer and closer, and the closer they went, the slower and more forceful down the spine that chill went. Her brother looked like as if he wasn’t afraid at all, but his walls of bravery soon broke down like the walls of Jericho as both she and her brother began to sweat heavily.

The door of their room (they were hiding in Elizabeth’s room) was soon kicked down. The figure of an armed ultranationalist contrasted heavily with the light that rushed into the dark room, and soon they were both taken outside to watch their mother get shot. They were both loaded onto a truck alongside her other family members, and they would soon be transported back to a labor camp. The last thing that Elizabeth saw of the mansion that she grew up in was a mansion set ablaze, a dance of red-orange blaze devouring everything in the mansion’s wake, black fumes rising upwards as the mansion burned down.

Elizabeth took another small sip as she tried to suck in her tears. She won’t tell of what happened next, as it was the most horrible story of her life: being a sex slave under the ultranationalists, being raped up to 10 times a day by “customers” that applied to have sex with the ultranationalists’ sex slaves. She did not want that story divulged to a person she doesn’t even know down to every cell, especially in a place this crowded.

“I don’t want to continue on from here. If I continue from here, it’s just going to tear me apart.” Elizabeth said as she tried to suck in her tears, this time without taking a sip of her beer – but the horrible memories of 2 years as a sex slave under the ultranationalists just rushed into her mind and hit it like a freight train, forcing at least the most subtle of tears to flow out. Elizabeth just wiped it off. She doesn’t want to tell that story for now. It’s been something she wants to divulge, but only to the most trusted of people. Only the closest of her relatives know it. “How I ended up here…I wanted to start anew. A new life away from Palmyrion, a giant tinderbox that’s going to explode soon. My relatives gave me about a thousand bucks as my budget, but they paid the one-way flight ticket. They understand why.” She said to end her story there while taking another sip of the beer.

by **Yellow Star Republic** » Thu Aug 25, 2016 12:46 pm

Isak aka Jorvi looked away briefly. He had to be careful here. This was no ordinary policeman, no matter what he said. Jorvi could sense that. This man had the power to send him back to the YSR, or lock him up. Neither were good for his survival, as the RLO would pounce in either case. In the former, right away, in the latter case, they would catch up and find him eventually.
"My name being Jorvi Bjarnssen. I have none of the address. I find myself..." He winced with the pain, "...to being new here. I have no job or the monies. I was searching of the food and the shelter and earthquake hitted. The building was to be shaking, so I ran for to the field. That should be place of where I fell on metal bar that...there."
He patiently waited for the doctor to do his checks, wincing once again, but the medical professional didn't speak, obviously deferring to the CI5 agent to continue.

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Thu Aug 25, 2016 2:37 pm

Dixie's

, the woman with the green hair and green eyes listened carefully to Matt and Eli talk by the bar, and something attracted her attention, she then turns to face Eli, "Missy, I dont know your name, and you probably dont know mine but its Karen, Kaz for short, here's the money for that beer", as Karen spoke, she wasn't hiding the fact that her tongue is not only pierced but surgically split too, and thanks to the UV in the bar that is designed to help detect fraudulent currency, the lines of her dragon tattoo on her arm are glowing a neon blue, a whilst her outfit glistens in the lighting. "you can do a lot worse than move here, the city has its nice bits and its lows but generally here you will be fine. You may have heard some bad propaganda about our country, or you may have heard nothing at all but unlike a lot of countries, we have an excellent civil rights here and crime, like the temperature is low. Hell its supposed to be summer here, and its snowing!, oh well"

Matt turns to Karen, "yeah, it'll probably be raining ash soon as well if Sula blows off again, that caused the quake this morning, did you feel it?"

"feel it matt, darn thing almost tipped me out of my bunk!" replies Karen before turning to Eli, "getting a job should be easy here so long as you have the green card, and as you had a one way ticket and have not gone back, im guessing they've let you stay, so what do you intend on doing as a job then Miss...? " part asking Eli her name but wanting to be polite about it.

Barentsburg Hospital
"Ok sir" says the CI5 agent, "Have you got your ID card at all, so we can confirm your identity?" he asks, tapping keys away on his computer making a report, Agent Ericsson is calmly spoken and well mannered if a little business like, "so do you have any family or are you here alone? how did you get here and why did you come, and from where?, I can't place your accent" he asks, however despite the questions, he is not raising his voice and staying reassuringly calm although he does look at the doctor.

"Doctor, whats your diagnosis about his injuries?"

"Well sir, they're not life threatening, he'll be in pain for a few days but he's not in any danger, he's lucky, he's got eight more lives left" replies the doctor before continuing on his rounds

"Thanks Doc", replies Ericsson, before turning back to Jorvi, "well.....?" he asks

by **Yellow Star Republic** » Fri Aug 26, 2016 12:39 am

"Ok, Sir" says the CI5 agent, "Have you got your ID card at all...so we can confirm your identity?" The agent asked.

"Er. Yes. I have the Identification papers in the bagging of mine. I don't have the knowing of what had happened to this bag." He rubbed at his gown, trying to ignore the doctor's poking around. He looked around, as if looking for his lost bag.

"So do you have any family or are you here alone? How did you get here and why did you come, and from where? I can't place your accent."

"No, I am being alone. None of the family have been with myself. I took a train here from the Nouvel Ecosse..."
He paused here. Did he trust this man? He seemed to either be waiting for Isak to trip himself up in his story, or he really was that dense, and a simple police officer that didn't recognize a neighboring foreign accent. To be fair, Barentsburg was a bit removed the border areas. He was at the end of his rope. He had nowhere else to go. It was now or never.
"...From Western Tundra, from Glisandia, from Yellow Star Republic. All see war, all are being hostile. I am of being hunted. By the RLO, they are secret of police of YSR. I think you may be knowing of them. I did good but they see it of being bad. I was good soldier. I was good Socialist. I did not want to be seeing the RLO to be taking over of my country. I was to be running, or they catch me. Maybe even here catch of me. Can you be understanding?"

He thought longer, as Ericsson and the Doctor chatted. A phrase came to mind that he'd learned along the way. When Ericsson turned back to him, he gave his best attempt at it.
"I am requesting of the asylum in your country."

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 1:52 am

Barentsburg Hospital
The trip-up had worked and now Agent Ericsson's suspicions were confirmed, he needed now to get to the bottom of the story of why Jorvi was in the country, was he as he said he was, a mere assylum seeker wishing to escape a conflict or was he something a little more sinister. As Jorvi spoke he tapped carefully on his laptop, before plugging his mobile phone into it by a USB lead. He then reaches across Jorvi with the phone and taps a button on the keyboard.

There's a *click* *whirrr* type sound as the phone's camera is activated,
He taps the key again, *click* *whirr*

Agent Ericsson then taps a few keys before sending an email,
"okay sir, What happens now is that you will be taken to an immigration centre for your own protection, this is not an arrest and you will still have the means to contact people outside, but right now we need to ascertain some facts. I am not entirely sure that you came in from Ecosse, the cctv system will be able to pick you out as you got off the trains in Lake Hai'lu'kai and boarded trains to here, it will also be able to tell if you got off a train here in the city or came in from other means, if it is indeed that you are an asylum seeker then you will be granted asylum here, if not you will be sent back to Ecosse but right now, C.I. Five will be going through a camera and CCTV log, is there anything you wish to add? Id say your chances right now are fifty fifty"

Agent Ericsson closed down his laptop and gave a slight smile.

"So, you're a good socialist, an interesting view here and I have been following the goings on in the YSR, so why in your own words are the RLO after you, what did you do to make them hunt you?" he asks, trying to spark up some conversation which although his laptop is closed, the conversation is being recorded by a device built into an object that resembles a simple pen, and to the casual observer it works just like the said writing item but inside it has a micro USB plug, battery and microphone but retains at the bottom a nib and a small refillable reservoir of ink thereby allowing it to function as a pen!

by **The Selkie** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 3:52 am

Ava nodded.
"That sounds wonderful.", she told Isis as her girls really gave Mungail the attention he wished for. He turned to his Mistress, snuggling close to her, much to her delight. She kissed him on the forehead. Ava turned back to Isis. "Anyway, glass doors will not be a problem. Not for him, anyway..."
She grinned towards her younger daughter, who blushed furiously, as she petted Mungail's side.
"I know the way home, though, thank you.", Ava said, "Just give me a description of the way to your place, please."

by **Yellow Star Republic** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 11:14 am

Barentsburg Hospital

There's a *click* *whirrr* type sound as the phone's camera is activated,
He taps the key again, *click* *whirr*

The Yellowsian rolled his eyes. He knew his picture was being taken, but it wouldn't matter for record checking, at least before he entered the country. The YSR didn't make their identification records known outside of the Republic. The other nations and territories he'd mentioned that he'd fled through were still in recovery from the war, and not doing well at documenting the vast influx and equal outgoing batches of refugees traversing their borders. So that was a dead end.

Agent Ericsson then taps a few keys before sending an email,
"Okay sir, What happens now is that you will be taken to an immigration centre for your own protection. This is not an arrest and you will still have the means to contact people outside, but right now we need to ascertain some facts."

The man known as Jorvi simply shrugged. Who would he possibly contact on the outside? Not his family, who, if not already put to death, were in grave danger. For all intents and purposes, he had no one.

"I am not entirely sure that you came in from Ecosse, the CCTV system will be able to pick you out as you got off the trains in Lake Hai'lu'kai and boarded trains to here. It will also be able to tell if you got off a train here in the city or came in from other means."

"You are calling of me a liar? Means of other? I tell to you that train was my means. Are you just understanding not of my accent? English I know of is much bad." He was beginning to get very upset with the agent.

"If it's indeed that you are an asylum seeker, then you will be granted asylum here. If not, you will be sent back to Ecosse. But right now, C.I. Five will be going through a camera and CCTV log. Is there anything you wish to add? Id say your chances right now are fifty-fifty."

"Chances of my what? Ecosse not being able to take me back. They will not. It is understanding of situation of politics you are not to be getting. They are wanting of less people, especially of Glisandians, Adlerites and Yellowsians."

Agent Ericsson closed down his laptop and gave a slight smile.
"So, you're a good socialist? An interesting view here and I have been following the goings on in the YSR. So why in your own words are the RLO after you? What did you do to make them hunt you?"

Jorvi shrugged again.
"RLO is bad. I am good. I am stopping of their bad plans."

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