MR MONEY CHRISTMASTIDE CELEBRATION 2016 (IC)(Open to all)

[-Mr Money-]

The time has come and the Mr. Money Christmastide Celebration is officially

OPEN!

Do feel free to post in the Out of Character (OOC) thread if you have any thoughts or ideas and make sure to do it in an out of Character fashion.

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?ns=1&f=4&t=397738&p=30639417#p30639417

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As the snow settled on the gravelled pathway of the Mr. Money grand estate, whispers were spreading, whispers of a great jubilation not seen for a very long time were circulating amongst the ever serious and occupied residents that made up the NationStates world. Against the backdrop of shocking, surprising, devastating and absolutely amazing world events, a time of relaxing, conversing, singing and dancing was fast approaching, for the spirit of Christmas had reached NationStates.

The ever ambitious -Mr Money- Esquire looked out of his drawing room window and grins. The spirit of Christmas will give him a chance to prove himself to the world, to collect his master talent of business fitness by organising a celebration. People will get together, no matter their status, belief, circumstance and share their joys, their fears, their stories of 2016 and their vision of 2017, being enlightened and enlightening others, their love of Christmas pudding and their hatred of the cold weather. A time of dispensing all differences and rivalries with others in favour of harmony, good will and peace, albeit temporarily.

And so with that though, Mr. Money sets about making his mark, bringing Christmas straight to NationStates the way it should be. That famous Christmastide Dispatch, that some say was written by Mr. Money himself in a matter of hours, has become the most up-voted Christmas themed Dispatch in NationStates history and the party hasn't even started yet!

Will this become legend? Will Mr. Money successfully bring Christmas to NationStates and round of 2016 with a much needed bang? Only one thing is clear. Mr. Money is ready to open his doors, to welcome his guests, to seat them at the banqueting table, to cue the music and to say to everybody,

MERRY CHRISTMAS NATIONSTATES AND A

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Feast!

[-Mr Money-]

*Opens the door to anxiously waiting crowd*

Welcome my friends to the Mr. MONEY estate! Feel free to share your thoughts on Christmas! The ball room's that way...

*points to the end of corridor*

All the music and feast will be in here...

*Leads crowd to grand feasting room*

And the bar is just over here

*shows off new mini pup*

Enjoy!

[Indo-Malaysia]

Indo-Malaysian Eternal President walked up to the building. "Is thou building standing prudently before me the one? And why am I talking like Charles Dickins, Bah- stop it!"
A man from inside looked at the melancholy being displayed by Alex. Upon noticing the stare, Alex began acting professional again. "Ooh, didn't notice. I will just knock on to see if I am on time for once"

[Main Nation Ministry]

Instead of the usual private jet, the Leader simply went with a helicopter. "A tad chilly, it snows back in Main Nation Ministry, but of course, this is winter after all." said the Leader as the copter landed on a flat strip of snow that wasn't deep. The Leader and his bodyguards exited the copter and approached the grand estate. The five of them approached the front door of the estate, where they ring the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer.

[Most Eternal Angvaria]

* begins "Grom Pobedy, Razdavaysya!" *

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The Witch-Princess was on her royal carriage with her brother Draco and her half-sister Valanadar when a marching force of 40 trillion Royal Guards escorted her to the mansion of Mr. Money. Elite Royal Guards make a red carpet aisle for her on the way to the hallowed halls of Mr. Money; the banners fluttered, and a grandiose fanfare of brass preludes the arrival.

The Witch-Princess of Angvar arrived with her brother and half-sister, and so greeted Mr. Money, offering him her hand for to kiss.

[Pimps Inc]

Mr.Money International Airport


Nearing the runway, a bright Purple shape of a Boeing 747SP began its descent. The "Soul Plane One" made its touchdown with a graceful tilting of its blended winglets, before slowing down and the hydraulics taking over, pushing the aircraft up and down as it traveled down the asphalt. The hubcaps spinning at thousands of revolutions per minute. Red, green, and white fireworks launched into sky in holiday spirit as the plane connected with the jetway bridge at the terminal. When the door opened, a wave of thick smoke poured out from the overflowed inside where only the flashing lights of a disco and strip club music could be appreciated. From this magnificent display of Imping, emerged Tha Doggfather, dressed head to toe in the most pimped outfit since Rudy Ray Moore. Smooth grey frock coat over a solid black dress shirt and tie. White silk gloves holding a cross-joint between two fingers, holding it up to the bearded mouth, eyes obscured by black sportsglasses and the other hand behind the back of his wife as his golden elf shoes crisply tapped against the laminated floor of the airport.

Reaching the front of the airport, where a custom armored, polish black Rolls Royce waited, miniature Santa Hat over the logo at the front and the equally diminutive flags on the rear mirrors. His aides, in equally smooth suites, opened the door for him and his entourage of....exotic entertainers. All somehow fitting in as if it were a clown car. Only a few minutes later, as the car blared "A Soulful of Christmas", "Christmas in tha Dogg House", and occasionally, Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You", the vehicle reached the Estate. As he stepped out of the smoke filled car, he quickly pulled a Santa hat over his head as the dozens of strippers followed suit.

"Merry Bhristmas!"

[The Grand Force]

President John Free climbed out of his black armored Humvee, two of his presidential honor elites walked in front of him and six walked behind they were in blue tuxedos with yellow ties. Underneath the suits were K-5 light Kevlar vests and SMG-13's, a helicopter went overhead with even more presidential elites in in and in the two trucks behind were filled with Legion-95 soldiers. John walked towards the house the brilliant and beautiful mansion amazed him it was a much different sight than the skyscrapers and oil refinery's of Virgo and a look he quite liked. As the door opened he walked inside the house and shook Mr Money's hand.

''Pleasure to be invited, I am sure I will enjoy the party.''

And he walked towards the ballroom, as he got in the gold and marble room he sent two of his body guards to watch the main door and another away to get him a drink he then walked over to one side of the room and looked down the hallway there was nothing out of the ordinary he had always been suspicious of everything since he was elected but tonight seemed perfectly good.

[-Mr Money-]

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Mr. Money brought his guests into the drawing room and proposed a toast. Raising a glass of water, he declared,

"To the good health of everyone, may this Christmas Party be a good one!"

He paused and then added,

"What is everyone doing this Christmas?"

[Federated Kingdom]

Wilbert Fogg, Special Ambassador to the Mr. Money estate (as he had been for the past week since invitations were received at the Foreign and Liaison Office), sat in the black limousine as it drove up the gravel path to the estate. It had been a few hours since he had departed Gladstone on a chartered Imperial Airways flight, peiron time being confusing as it always shall be, and his appointment wasn't of the conventional sort.

Ambassadorships are for international relations, not parties, aren't they? he thought to himself. He was right, of course, but the Foreign and Liaison office found it both polite to attend and an opportunity to flaunt the Imperial Federation to the world. Commerce was necessary, and so was swaying an international rumoured trillionaire to their side.

Lost in thought, the car pulled up to its destination. Tapped on the shoulder by his driver, Wilbert stepped out of the car and into the awaiting reception. Noting the others there, of both dubious and upstanding quality and stature, Mr Money began to speak.

"To the good health of everyone, may this Christmas Party be a good one!" he spoke aloud, toasting his glass of water into the air. He paused, as if to ponder to himself, and then added another thought.

"What is everyone doing this Christmas?"

A good question indeed! Wilbert thought. But not one he had much of an answer to.

[Indo-Malaysia]

Eternal President Alex Moore looked up at Mr Money. "What am I doing for Christmas? I am going to fly to my hidden bunker, and have a little party with me, some close cabinet members, high-ranking officers and of course a few of the Phantom Legion guards there. In my bunker, we have some large cache of various wines, spirits and other exotic and intoxicating substances.. liberated from past rebels, law breakers, crime syndicates and terrorist organisations. Work was worth it though, some of the stuff theres quite nice to be fair!"

[Un-it-ed states]

emerges from a doorway , looks across the street, and sees people gathering at neighbors domicile. Quickly dashes in side home and prepares for a long night of celebration. Finds a gift and places in festive red bag. Puts on a pin with golden mistletoe through a red shirt that has an image of a Christmas stalking; highlighting the words "stuff this". Puts jeans on one leg at a time. Slides on socks that contain images of presents and Velcro scandals.After putting on cologne (deodorant) and brushing teeth wanders to "mr. Money christmas tide celebration "

*raises arm and taps knuckles on door in a distinctive pattern*

[Lychgate]

Listening to Mr. Money's ubiquitous-sounding voice and rather short speech, Archon-Emperor X began to think about the decision of serving water instead of something more suitable for the occasion, when he cut himself off. "That's not important. What is important is carrying yourself with dignity...Unlike that fool, Wulfigur Pax, who singlehandedly managed to ruin an entire party." He stepped outside of the seething mass of ambassadors, ministers, and leaders and quickly reviewed his mental list of Christmas puns. He eyed the elaborate construction of the golden pool table in the corner of the drawing room and noted that whomever ran the treasury of -Mr Money- had an easy job. Stepping back into the crowd as they funneled out of the room, he wondered what exactly Mr. Money had decided to serve as food. "Hopefully something good," he said to himself, "You can't negotiate groundbreaking trade deals on an empty stomach." He pinned a small Santa hat emblem to his lapel and followed the rest of the crowd.

[Un-it-ed states]

the extravagant estate remind me of Versailles. *thinks to self lots of walking tonight *
Starts to Look around for somebody to talk to

[Migrating Geese]

Hello,
Just flew in, can't stay long, glad there isn't goose on the menu.

[Un-it-ed states]

Hello,
Just flew in, can't stay long, glad there isn't goose on the menu.

Hello swam

[Un-it-ed states]

Hello,
Just flew in, can't stay long, glad there isn't goose on the menu.

Hello swam

Swan*

[-Mr Money-]

Noting the obvious search for good food in the room, not to mention some alchoholic beverages, Mr Money casually strolled over to the billiard table. He leant on the table and secretly pressed a red button positioned close to the top right hand hole. There was a tumultuous noise, the sound of mechanised cogs and chains ratteling, a great roar emerged from the Mr Money commissioned portrait and up it went, folding upwards like Venician Blinds.

Everyone leaped back in surprise and out emerged the most glorious sight, an almost infinitely long table with mountains of food, covered from front to back, circulating across the drawing room like an edible conveyor belt. Mr Money grabbed a apple and took a bite.

"well, help yourself, take as much as you like!"

[The Tyrannosaurids]

Toot-toot!
A huge, scaly head exited the door of the train. His face was marked with dozens of scars from his numerous presidential campaigns. On top of his head, he wore a dainty little red santa hat. "So, I hope that I arrived in time for the appetizers" he said in a very cultured voice. "Attendants" he ordered "Bring me some of that figgy pudding. I've heard it's delicious."

[South Butragueno]

How is it all going lads?

[Federated Kingdom]

And there stood on the table the cooked swan from the Federated Kingdom. A generous donation, indeed - swan wasn't really the sort of bird you could go to the butcher's and simply purchase. The conveyor belt of food crossed the drawing room, piled with foods of all shapes and sizes and tastes.

Just don't tell anyone about the fact we caught it after it flew into a power line, thought Wilbert, taking a slice of corned beef pie alongside a savoury mince pie for himself. Moving on from the pastries, Wilbert placed a chunk of cheddar cheese on his plate. Approaching the dinner itself, a plateful of roast potatoes was handed to him, and he eagerly awaited the ladle of gravy soon poured over the potatoes.

He sat down at a nearby table, seeing if any fellow attendees would join him. This dinner would be an ample opportunity to socialise and converse, as if to make the presence and existence of the Imperial Federation open to the world. And an opportunity to hear and tell a few jokes, eh? Wilbert added to himself.

[Un-it-ed states]

@mr. Money pomegranate is the forbidden fruit

Name That Christmas Carol Clues: 1. Bleached Yule 2. Castaneous-colored Seed Vesicated in a Conflagration 3. Singular Yearning for the Twin Anterior Incisors 4. Righteous Darkness 5. Arrival Time2400 hrs - WeatherCloudless 6. Loyal Followers Advance 7. Far Off in a Feeder 8. Array the Corridor 9. Bantam Male Percussionist 10. Monarchial Triad 11. Nocturnal Noiselessness 12. Jehovah Deactivate Blithe Chevaliers 13. Red Man En Route to Borough 14. Frozen Precipitation Commence 15. Proceed and Enlighten on the Pinnacle 16. The Quadruped with the Vermillion Probiscis 17. Query Regarding Identity of Descendant 18. Delight for this Planet 19. Give Attention to the Melodious Celestial Beings 20. The Dozen Festive 24 Hour Intervals

source: http://www.jokes4us.com/holidayjokes/ch ... jokes.html

[Emerstari]

President Eric J. James, Vice President Owen A. Roberts, Priminister Christopher N. Cerne, and King Eric J. Caneri X arrive after an extremely long flight.

[Un-it-ed states]

Hello,
Just flew in, can't stay long, glad there isn't goose on the menu.

(Image)

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President Eric J. James, Vice President Owen A. Roberts, Priminister Christopher N. Cerne, and King Eric J. Caneri X arrive after an extremely long flight.

#SnowBirds landing here this season to roost ?

[-Mr Money-]

"Talking of birds, I've got loads of them!"

*Everyone stops and turns round*

"In fact, I've got the finest bird in the land for you all to enjoy!"

"Everyone pauses in excitement and anticipation"

"A Christmas Turkey!"

"Some sigh, others cheer"

"I've had it in the oven for a couple of hours, so I hope it's alright. Here we go!"

Errrrmm... oh s**t!

Let's just stick with that Swan the Federated Kingdom brought with him.

[Main Nation Ministry]

The Leader was snacking on some christmas caramels when the turkey was brought out. "Ah yes, the turkey. Can't forget the holiday tradition of having a turkey during Christmas." the Leader said as Mr. Money was about to cut the turkey only for it to suddenly open up, revealing a disgusting inside. "Ermm...well, that's unexpected, you must have overcooked it. But, at least, we can have a private chef from Main Nation Ministry to serve up some meals with snakefish."