Purgation International Academy (IC, MT, Closed)

[Kwadai]

Yasir Saada

"Yes, it does. Very dry and nearly always sunny we are a desert after all, but your country sounds more beautiful," Yasir replied in relation to Nora's question about his homeland's climate, just in time before they were interrupted by a third person. The boy was taller than Yasir and gave off an aggressive feel, perhaps due to his rugged appearance. "I shouldn't judge purely off looks or anything...but he is rather startling," Yasir thought, eyeing Tiberius with slight apprehension. "He wouldn't be here if he was dangerous. Right?" he wondered. "Hi Tiberius. I'm Yasir, from Kwadai," he introduced himself, finally breaking his silence with some sort of neutral conversation.

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Tiberius

"I'm from Alisco," he told Nora, sounding a little embarrassed. "It's a part of the Vakolicci Haven...but it's all farms and fields, good for nothing but country music and basketball. So...my uncle is a farmer, my mother plays country music, and me and my dad both play pro basketball. Stereotypical much?"
He flashed a disarming grin at Yasir, noticing the way the other boy was looking at him. "Don't worry," he told him happily, "I'm not planning to hurt you. Not unless you plan to hurt me anyway, which doesn't strike me as tremendously likely."

[Trumpisslavia]

Irene began shuffling through her knapsack for a piece of sheet music. She smiled at Aida. "Good to meet you, and yes, my name is Irene."
She then turned back to Prima. "...what's that?" She found an arrangement of 'Szara Piechota'(The Grey Infantry), but she held off on it for now.
She turned to see a young man doing a salute, right arm pivoted at 45 degrees, before walking in her direction...
'Oh hell no...' she thought.
She donned her garrison cap, tightened her grip on her sabre and drew it out an inch. "Heads up, we have a hitler cosplayer at 4'o clock."

For all his sureness of stride, David was somewhat distracted and not a bit exhausted, as much by what happened upon entering the school grounds, as well as by the fact that a not inconsiderable number of the females now chatting to one another were (now that he had taken a good look at them) more like niggers than he supposed.

And then there was this snowflake...

Ears pricked up by someone defiling his and his father's good name with that of the pretentious illegitimate kike, he immediately shifted his feet towards the direction where the uninformed jeer came from -- and came hip to cap with a little... girl, really, not more than 16 given flat chest, surrounded by more buxom babes to either side, her otherwise pleasingly pale features obscured by her cap as well as her unwelcome libtardism, as evident in the saber she was now toying with.

Finding to his displeasure that he can't talk down to a cap, he did the obvious thing: he squatted down, as much as his six-foot-six-inch frame will allow him, stared her down, green eyes locking with hers, and hissed, "Say that again, you teeny little bitch."

[AHSCA]

Remember, Petro, you are the first son of a village chief! One day you could be Island Chief Yourself, maybe even Chief of all AHSCA. So make us proud!. Those were the parting words Petro heard from his father before departing all the way here to Purgation. Many students of the islands who don't instantly settle down often go abroad to study but Petro was just a 'boy' in many respects. At least he still felt like one but he still had to puff his chest out to represent his home, his family. There's a long linage dispute over Corona's chiefdom which sits with Chief Ayla, has been since the end of the war but Petro's family still felt that it was their rightful birth and it was taken from them but that no good outsider, Kino. He left it to his wife when he 'sacrificed' himself to the enemy to allow her escape. Duchess Villa (the former) spent time as a POW, others died in the line of duty but Ayla fled? Well Petro would hardly blame her, what good is it to be dead? But this was the attitudes in his family and village. His father, Vento should be the rightful chief, not Ayla.

But that's neither here nor there. Petro was abroad away from his family, a family whom he did love even his sometimes overbearing and demanding father. But he had to remember how to present himself. For all he knew he could come home with a future bride! Okay that's pushing it. He's here to study after all not get married. Plus marrying a foreigner? Unless there was another Corona girl hiding among the ranks or another refugee from years past who found their life here, chances are his family wouldn't approve of such an arrangement. Corona's heritage must remain Corona, after all.

He was registered and processed, wasn't sure he was going to make it in time from the rough and tumbling voyage up here from the AHSCA Islands. But what came next? Honestly he didn't know. Everyone was strange here, a very loud blonde girl chatting it up, she was from Kuronami, some other boys and girls talking, a girl from The Selkie, also a friend of AHSCA. At least a few 'friendlies' in terms of big game politics but that usually meant very little when it came to just being here. His teacher back home, who helped him fill out his application and clued him to this great exchange, or at least he was hoping it would be great. Hard to say with someone who's lived a rather cloistered life in a tiny village.

[Camelone]

For all his sureness of stride, David was somewhat distracted and not a bit exhausted, as much by what happened upon entering the school grounds, as well as by the fact that a not inconsiderable number of the females now chatting to one another were (now that he had taken a good look at them) more like niggers than he supposed.

And then there was this snowflake...

Ears pricked up by someone defiling his and his father's good name with that of the pretentious illegitimate kike, he immediately shifted his feet towards the direction where the uninformed jeer came from -- and came hip to cap with a little... girl, really, not more than 16 given flat chest, surrounded by more buxom babes to either side, her otherwise pleasingly pale features obscured by her cap as well as her unwelcome libtardism, as evident in the saber she was now toying with.

Finding to his displeasure that he can't talk down to a cap, he did the obvious thing: he squatted down, as much as his six-foot-six-inch frame will allow him, stared her down, green eyes locking with hers, and hissed, "Say that again, you teeny little bitch."

Bedivere calmly stood up and pivoted on his heels slamming the ground near this boy who was trying to intimidate one of his fellow students with his left foot, he stood 6' 2" but compared to this boy he was going to be shorter and he knew it. He was a soldier of Camelone though and this was certainly no way to approach the situation, despite his disagreement with labeling the Roman salute as a Nazi gesture. "Oi laddie I suggest you taking a step back from the lass else you may have a problem." He said, his accent growing thicker but his voice calm and steady as his body shifted back to parade rest, the cap left on the sofa with his prayer book, though standing in parade rest wasn't just an example of discipline but also allowed him quick access to his seax if he would require it.

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Irene remained quiet for a moment...before grabbing David by the neck and slamming her head into his. "SURE YOU VERFLUTCHEN UNTERMENSCH! I'LL EVEN SEND YOU TO MEET HIM!"

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

It was at this moment that Karl walked in.
"Gott im himmel..."
He threw his documents at the nearest important-looking person and rushed over, after which he tried to pry them apart. "Right, I suppose there's an explanation for this, ja?"

[Camelone]

Irene remained quiet for a moment...before grabbing David by the neck and slamming her head into his. "SURE YOU VERFLUTCHEN UNTERMENSCH! I'LL EVEN SEND YOU TO MEET HIM!"

Bedivere took a step back shocked at what just happened "Uh well then that was escalated quite quickly." He said giving a confused laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck before he tried moving between the two and separate them. This was all to like the times he served as the Student Military Police in the academy just less cussing and shouting so far. "Alright, alright I think we should calm down before this becomes a larger spat now. We are guests in a foreign nation and it is the first day so please behave yourselves and just separate." He said attempting to push between the two belligerent students apart with some help. Focusing more on David due to his size and the appearance of a fellow countryman for Irene.

[Mervay]

3th Wiew perspective
Lisolette was gettin bored and she wanted to talk with someone however it looked like that everyone was with someone talking so she decided to go and see if someone was available to talk she saw that were many more students comming too and one of them yelled the Purgation greet of "Heil De La Fayette" to the purgatian's. As her boredom grow and grow she decided to walk around the place and know it better.

"Lisolette Perspective"
I've begun to walk over the place since i was bored as at the same time I begun to think "why did i gave the Violin to the servants so they take it to my room". When i've thinked that i sighed,but then as I thinked that i saw an boy at least of my age that was quite similar to an girl that i've saw earlier who was if I wasn't wrong from The Selkie but don't looked like one of them. I thinked since i saw him very lost and very quiet talk to him and see from where it was. So i decided to go where he was and talk to him "Hello i'm Lisolette Devienne from Mervay nice to meet you" I said smiling to him.

[Northurland]

Tiberius

"I'm from Alisco," he told Nora, sounding a little embarrassed. "It's a part of the Vakolicci Haven...but it's all farms and fields, good for nothing but country music and basketball. So...my uncle is a farmer, my mother plays country music, and me and my dad both play pro basketball. Stereotypical much?"
He flashed a disarming grin at Yasir, noticing the way the other boy was looking at him. "Don't worry," he told him happily, "I'm not planning to hurt you. Not unless you plan to hurt me anyway, which doesn't strike me as tremendously likely."

"You said basketball?" Nora was stunned by that. "Why, basketball is like, one of the biggest and most popular indoor sport in our Kingdom, next to Handball." she said excitedly. "I have season tickets to the Norður Reykjavík Bulls." she continued. "Some of the best players around the world would sometimes play for us." she was excited since she was meeting a pro player for one of her favorite sports.

[Adab]

Irene remained quiet for a moment...before grabbing David by the neck and slamming her head into his. "SURE YOU VERFLUTCHEN UNTERMENSCH! I'LL EVEN SEND YOU TO MEET HIM!"

Bedivere took a step back shocked at what just happened "Uh well then that was escalated quite quickly." He said giving a confused laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck before he tried moving between the two and separate them. This was all to like the times he served as the Student Military Police in the academy just less cussing and shouting so far. "Alright, alright I think we should calm down before this becomes a larger spat now. We are guests in a foreign nation and it is the first day so please behave yourselves and just separate." He said attempting to push between the two belligerent students apart with some help. Focusing more on David due to his size and the appearance of a fellow countryman for Irene.

"Yeah, guys, can we just try to calm down a bit," Aida sheepishly tried to intervene. "We're at a foreign academy, you know, in another country." God, not only is he weird, but he's a bully too. Is it possible to have such decidedly mixed feelings about someone?

She analyzed the so-called Hitler cosplayer for a while. If not for his behavior he really could pass for a normal guy, the kind that you'd find at high school or college. "So, uh," she tried talking to him, with a smile to make her appear welcoming, no less, "what's your name? I'd like to know you better." Alright, that sounds wrong, but whatever.

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Irene sighed. "I guess you're right... But I'm keeping an eye on-what the hell!"
Karl pulled her aside. "Recognize me?"
Irene sighed. "I thought you weren't going to come, Karl."
"Permission from the Kaiser, as usual I'm here for the same reason ypu are but also to keep you from doing stupid shit like thi-Irene, your nose is bleeding."
Irene pulled out a pack of tissues, wadded it up, and stuck it up her nose.
Karl sighed. "Better. Now, remember; you are the Wittelsbach Heiress and a representative of Prussia-Poland. Behave accordingly. Do not hesitate to defend your honor if the need arises, but always remember that silence can be a more effective weapon than even the great lances of the hussars."
Irene grumbled. "Alright..."
Karl smiled. "Go on, apologize, for your actions, if not your words. I'll back you up."
Irene sighed and began reapproaching David, with Karl following a few steps behind.

[The Selkie]

Mariana smiled and sat forward, suppressing a slight giggle.
"Hey," she told them, grinning, "If I'm here, then newsflash they've just started doing drinking. Drinking is number one hobby where I come from, just ahead of music, gambling and unadviseable sexual encounters. It's like...the sort of thing where if you don't do it, you're a little bit weird. What sort of drink do you like to partake in?"

I raised a slight eyebrow, but had to smile - Marianna was very straight-forward and honest.
"Really?", I asked, "Where I come from, it's similar, although not with gambling, but with a game we call Daring Deeds. Basically you take a bottle, spin it and the one, who the mouth of the bottle points at, has to do a daring deed - something the others or someone else decides."
I knew, that I also included the 'unadviseable sexual encounters' with it being similar back home, but to be honest, it was like that in a way. Sure, usually, they weren't unadviseable, but that always depended on the alcohol level and the how much one would like to praise Searc by deed.
We were people, who, as long as we were unattached, enjoyed life and living in all facettes.

Chris quite did notice Irene's warning, but did not give a lot about it either.
"That isn't even a bad idea. Candies for the best. Motivation is everything, after all." He kept thinking for a couple of seconds. "Hm, one of my best examples would be my math teacher. Do you know that game where the class is split up into four groups and have to go into each of the four corners of the room, and everytime a student answers correctly first, he has to go into the next corner? Quite popular in elementary schools, and perfectly appropriate - though, my math teacher suggested this, in all seriousness, in the tenth grade ... I really thought he should spend less time smoking these herbs." He had to laugh again. "Yeah, we should really compare our songs."

I giggled.
"Sorry, but that one is just hilarious!", I continued out conversation in German as Irene and the new arrival nearly came to blows in the background - if they had any differences, they should take it outside and not try to drag in others. That was just rude, hence why I tried to ignore it. A few new people arrived as well and I thought, that it was nearly time for orientation. "Playing such a game with near-adults... that's just stupid, if you ask me. Still, maybe you two can come over to my room later to compare songs? Maybe we find a few, that we all share?"
I added in thought, that we might be well-advised to keep it down, unless we wanted to draw the ire of the Academy's Staff and our fellow students. It all depended on the walls.

[Trumpisslavia]

Bedivere calmly stood up and pivoted on his heels slamming the ground near this boy who was trying to intimidate one of his fellow students with his left foot, he stood 6' 2" but compared to this boy he was going to be shorter and he knew it. He was a soldier of Camelone though and this was certainly no way to approach the situation, despite his disagreement with labeling the Roman salute as a Nazi gesture. "Oi laddie I suggest you taking a step back from the lass else you may have a problem." He said, his accent growing thicker but his voice calm and steady as his body shifted back to parade rest, the cap left on the sofa with his prayer book, though standing in parade rest wasn't just an example of discipline but also allowed him quick access to his seax if he would require it.

David looked to his side and saw a one-eyed blond-haired dagger-wielding man he had not noticed before towering over them both, though he was sure he was taller than him if he chanced to stand up. Pissing for a fight despite him being unarmed, he was about to do just that, just to tell to tell him to fuck off and mind your own business, laddie, when --

Irene remained quiet for a moment...before grabbing David by the neck and slamming her head into his. "SURE YOU VERFLUTCHEN UNTERMENSCH! I'LL EVEN SEND YOU TO MEET HIM!"

Bedivere took a step back shocked at what just happened. "Uh well then -- that escalated quite quickly." He said giving a confused laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck before he tried moving between the two and separate them. This was all too like the times he served as the Student Military Police in the academy just less cussing and shouting so far. "Alright, alright I think we should calm down before this becomes a larger spat now. We are guests in a foreign nation and it is the first day so please behave yourselves and just separate." He said attempting to push between the two belligerent students apart with some help. Focusing more on David due to his size and the appearance of a fellow countryman for Irene.

It was at this moment that Karl walked in.
"Gott im himmel..."
He threw his documents at the nearest important-looking person and rushed over, after which he tried to pry them apart. "Right, I suppose there's an explanation for this, ja?"

"Yeah, guys, can we just try to calm down a bit," Aida sheepishly tried to intervene. "We're at a foreign academy, you know, in another country." God, not only is he weird, but he's a bully too. Is it possible to have such decidedly mixed feelings about someone?

She analyzed the so-called Hitler cosplayer for a while. If not for his behavior he really could pass for a normal guy, the kind that you'd find at high school or college. "So, uh," she tried talking to him, with a smile to make her appear welcoming, no less, "what's your name? I'd like to know you better." Alright, that sounds wrong, but whatever.

-- for a few stunned seconds the usually voluble David sat there on the ground, speechless, as a few of the students milled around him and the little blonde, who was now bleeding from her nose unbeknownst to her, trying to separate them, both physically and, in the case of a redhead he had noticed earlier as he dashed through the entrance, verbally. Wait... is she... is she coming on to me? he thought more than a little incredulously, as he heard her murmur about getting to know him better.

Touching his own forehead, he felt blood oozing out -- he was wounded, he was bleeding, yet the little girl's forehead was untouched. Fishing out a surprisingly dainty handkerchief from a pocket, he mopped up the wound -- there wasn't much, but he felt it better to appear as if he too were unscathed, the better to observe how he made her bleed. And so, while still incensed that she called him an accursed subhuman (being a citizen of two vastly different countries, one currently multilingual and the other formerly multilingual, had its advantages) and a fan of Schickelgruber, he admitted to himself that the headbutt and its aftermath... turned him on.

As always whenever he was aroused, lewd and lascivious thoughts flooded through his mind, not quite overwhelming his hatred for the de facto dwarf, but diverting it, making it serve worthier callings. He can imagine it now: he'd drag her to his room; pin her to the wall; stuff her mouth with tissue; take out a case of Tic Tacs -- he had one in his pocket, the grape-flavored one -- pop a few into his mouth; chew them while she attempted to scream; then grab her by the --

Irene sighed. "I guess you're right... But I'm keeping an eye on-what the hell!"
Karl pulled her aside. "Recognize me?"
Irene sighed. "I thought you weren't going to come, Karl."
"Permission from the Kaiser, as usual. I'm here for the same reason you are but also to keep you from doing stupid shit like thi-Irene, your nose is bleeding."
Irene pulled out a pack of tissues, wadded it up, and stuck it up her nose.
Karl sighed. "Better. Now, remember; you are the Wittelsbach Heiress and a representative of Prussia-Poland. Behave accordingly. Do not hesitate to defend your honor if the need arises, but always remember that silence can be a more effective weapon than even the great lances of the hussars."
Irene grumbled. "Alright..."
Karl smiled. "Go on, apologize, for your actions, if not your words. I'll back you up."
Irene sighed and began reapproaching David, with Karl following a few steps behind.

-- oh, so that's who she is. Irene von Wittelsbach... I'll keep you in mind.

With that in his mind, upon Irene and the recent document-ditching cutlass-wielding arrival -- "Karl", she called him -- concluding their little talk on keeping that public face free of taint, he got up from his impromptu sitting position, shoving his bloodied handkerchief deep into his pocket while brushing off the dirt and grime from his clothes as quickly as he could.

Facing the approaching couple with a smirk, he gestured them to stop, then craned his neck, better to lock eyes again, this time with the odd redhead, and said briskly, " You there. You wanted to know me better? Come with me after I deal with them. I'll prepare us a sovereign sandwich."

Pausing for effect, he snapped his neck back to Irene and Karl, then told them, his smirk widening to a malicious grin, "Apology accepted. Bitch."

With that, David E. Dwarf finally turned his back on them all, not knowing it had been dirtied by his clash with Irene and subsequent fall, and walked off into the direction of the building, just as the ungainly porter came out and handed him his ID, as if acknowledging his own superiority.

[Adab]

Facing the approaching couple with a smirk, he gestured them to stop, then craned his neck, better to lock eyes again, this time with the odd redhead, and said briskly, " You there. You wanted to know me better? Come with me after I deal with them. I'll prepare us a sovereign sandwich."

Pausing for effect, he snapped his neck back to Irene and Karl, then told them, his smirk widening to a malicious grin, "Apology accepted. Bitch."

With that, David E. Dwarf finally turned his back on them all, not knowing it had been dirtied by his clash with Irene and subsequent fall, and walked off into the direction of the building, just as the ungainly porter came out and handed him his ID, as if acknowledging his own superiority.

God, he's rude, he's a bully, and he's weird. Shame, because- no, that's ridiculous, like him. Aida watched as he turned and walked away, having delivered the most sarcastic and insincere apology that she had heard in a while. She almost hated him for what he had just done, but a part of her couldn't help but be intrigued about this guy, if you could call him that. Wait, he invited me to come with him? Something in her told her this was a bad idea, but maybe, just maybe, she could talk to him, get him to change his ways or just calm down and stop making a fool out of himself. Mama said we all have to be brave sometimes. Maybe this is my time to be brave.

She mustered all the courage she had and, watching the porter hand the guy his ID, resolved to talk to him before he disappeared elsewhere. She walked a step or two ahead, separating herself from the rest of the group. "Your name," she called out to him, though she could have been louder. She thought she sounded a bit unconvincing, but whatever. "What's your name?"

[Purgatio]

Salomé and Jules-Pierre looked over the student registration list once more, checking to make sure everyone was here, and then Salomé clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. Once the room had quietened down, she smiled, "Everyone....welcome to the Purgation International Academy's Visiting Students Programme!! We are so excited to see that all of you have signed up for this pioneering student exchange programme, I'm sure we'll have a lot to learn from you guys and your countries, just as all of you will enjoy seeing all of Purgatio's great and fascinating landmarks and locations. I'm Salomé Villeneuve, from the Home Office." "And I'm Jules-Pierre De Maizière, of the Foreign Office. And welcome all! I'm so glad to see all of you have already made some friends here, once again sorry for the wait. Right now, we have a bus waiting outside to take all of you to the Palace of our Magnificus Dominus, where you will dine with Purgatio's elite, and be formally welcomed into this country with great food and company. So, if you'll all get into the bus for our head count, that would be awesome!"

Salomé and Jules-Pierre made sure to tick everyone off the student roll as they entered the bus, trying to remember their names and faces, and once everyone was on board, the bus took off through the busy streets of Ravaliér. Ravaliér was a bustling metropolis, full of life and energy, of commuters and passers-by going about their frantic little schedules like ants in a garden scuttling about. The city, however, was filled with all the trappings of a police state, the PNL party logo flew on blue banners everywhere, now and then one could see uniformed PICOS officers walking about, looking left and right at different people walking to and fro, and surveillance cameras donned the corner of every street, as did large photos of the Magnificus Dominus and his wife, often in the form of loving and cosy family portraits. For Salomé and Jules-Pierre, these random signs of surveillance and State scrutiny were reassuring reminders of how safe they were, that they were always being protected from crime and terrorism, but to most other onlookers these were all symbols of a pervasive surveillance apparatus, carefully nurtured and installed over three long decades.

The journey to the Executive Palace of the Magnificus Dominus wasn't long, the PNL party leaders made sure that streets were cleared of excessive traffic activity so that the students' journey would not be delayed, and as the bus neared its final destination, Salomé stood up cheerily, pointing, "Students, attention please! If all of you will turn your gaze to your left, that...." She pointed over to the left of the bus, "Is the Executive Palace itself."

Salomé pointed out the architectural structure, towering above a monorail line, as she smiled, "Constructed in 1988 and completed by 1991, the Executive Palace is where the Magnificus Dominus works and holds official Executive Directorate meetings, and where his family lives. It is the centre of our government. As you can see, the architectural design appears very neoclassical and Roman, and that's because it was in turn based on the designs of another society - a country which fell to its enemies, but whose leader sketched out the initial workings of an architectural feat which it would call the Volkshalle, German for People's Hall. Sadly, the structure was never built when the war was lost for them, but those same designs have inspired our construction of the official workplace and residence of our head of state, and head of government, because to us it represents the cultural antiquity, national rejuvenation, and communal spirit which the beautiful and towering Volkshalle was meant to represent. Order. Security. Peace. The goals of our nation, and our party." Salomé said with pride, as the bus came to a stop and Jules-Pierre carefully shepherded the students out of the bus, making sure everyone was accounted for, before the students began taking the long journey up a flight of carpeted, spiral stairs, up to the second floor, where the dining hall of the Executive Palace was located behind two huge mahogany doors, which required two waiting manservants to open when they saw the students approach.

Underneath a bright and dazzling chandelier, light ricocheting off every corner of an expansive and elegant dining hall, the students were clearly the centre of attention. The room was already filled with guests, who had already been seated for a while it seemed, each of whom were affixed and looking over at the large group of students as they entered, some whispering, most smiling and grinning from ear to ear, excited at the arrival of their foreign guests it seems, a testament to Purgatio's long isolationism from foreign nationals of any kind, for many years. Each person in the room was dressed differently, based on their occupation, it appeared the room was filled with scientists and geneticists, teachers, doctors, PPF police officers, PICOS agents, uniformed soldiers and military generals, members of the Executive Directorate (Purgatio's Cabinet) and more, but what unified all of them was a blue armband wrapped around each and every one of their left shoulder's - dark blue background, and with the logo of the PNL party emblazoned in the middle of the armband, the Caduceus, a very famous symbol in medicine, but instead of a rod in the middle, it was replaced with the famous fascist symbol, the 'fasces' axe and bundle of sticks. Jules-Pierre saw a few of the students looking at the blue armbands and explained helpfully, as he led everyone to their reserved seats near the front, "That armband is worn by all members of the Purgation National League at official events. The PNL's our governing political party, see."

As everyone quietly took their seats, the guests staying respectfully silent, Salomé punched in a number in her phone, telling the person on the other end that the foreign students had taken their seats. A few minutes passed, quiet chatter simmering over the atmosphere of the lavish hall, before a booming announcer loudly proclaimed, "Everyone rise for the arrival of our magnificent leader - The Director-General of the Executive Directorate of Purgatio, Prime Minister of the Purgation National Congress, Secretary-General of the Purgation National League, Governor-General of the Purgation National League Inquisitorial Committee for Order and Security, Commander-in-Chief of the Purgation Armed Forces, Honorary Patriarch of the Purification Order, Exalted President of the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness, Lord Chancellor of the Judiciary of Purgatio, Protector-General for the Purgation Occupied Territories, Overseer of the Purgation Intelligence Agency, Saviour of the People, Hero of the Dominion, Father of the Nation, the First and Premier Citizen, His Exalted President of the High Office of the Magnificus Dominus, His Honourable Excellency, Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette!!"

In unison, as the mahogany doors to the dining hall creaked open, every single person in the room, including Salomé and Jules-Pierre, stood up straight at once and in one go, all faced to the front of the dining hall, rigid, standing at attention and not fidgeting. Their gaze did not waver as Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette, dressed in a respectable suit and tie, bespectacled and with his whitening hair dyed black, a sombre and serious expression on his face, and accompanied by his beautiful red-headed wife, Geneviéve De La Fayette, in a dazzling emerald-green evening gown and a sapphire blue formal shawl wrapped around her shoulders as if it were a Givenchy chiffon cape, walked silently across a red carpet lining the middle of the dining hall and leading right to the very front of the room, where a podium waited by an empty and prepared reserved table. All were silent as every adult in the room, in unison and simultaneously, like a military drill, placed their right arms, balled into a fist, right on their hearts, before immediately springing their right shoulder into the air, straight and rigid in the style of a Roman/Bellamy salute, palms open wide in the air, and holding that posture as their leader made his way across the long red carpet, right to the very podium. Once Chalon-Arlay had positioned himself behind the podium, he and Geneviéve performed the salute as well, and the entire room, with the exception of Chalon-Arlay and the students, shouted loudly and in unison, "Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette!" Three times, and each even louder than the former.

Chalon-Arlay shouted afterwards, "Heil Citoyens!" and immediately and without delay, all in the room whose palms were outstretched in salute brought their right arms back down to their sides in one swift and rigid motion. They all remained standing, none took their seats, as Chalon-Arlay allowed himself to grin now that the solemn formalities were out of the way, "Patriots, wonderful friends, the backbone of this country and leading members of the Purgation National League, and of course, our wonderful foreign guests of the first ever Visiting Students Programme for our wonderful new Purgation International Academy! All of you, each and every one of you, is part of something magnificent and special, our Dominion's first steps to opening up to the outside world again. Let us all welcome our foreign friends for agreeing to be a part of our lives, and show them some Purgation hospitality!" He said, and on cue, the room burst out in applause. Only once the raucuous applause for the students died down, did Chalon-Arlay continue from the podium, "This will be short my friends, I promise. Over the next few weeks and months, all of you will juggle schoolwork and our International Tour, where all of you will be taken to prominent landmarks and locations across this great Dominion, places which define this country, places which make this Dominion great, places which no foreign national has ever been allowed to glance before. We extend this to all of you, our guests, because we want to show you what our Dominion has to offer, our national philosophy of Mandatum Est, responsible for saving this nation from the abyss of anarchy, civil war, terrorism and bloodshed, and it is our hope that all of you can become unofficial cultural ambassadors of this Dominion, so that the world may know, through your eyes, the greatness of what this Dominion has achieved." He paused, for dramatic effect, "Peace. Law. Eternal justice for all within our abode. There is nothing less that Nature demands of all of us, except to take up the mantle of national self-strengthening and constant improvement. As you eat our food, dear friends, and sit in this historic hall, which represents the beauty of our collective people's community, may it symbolise to all of you what can be done when an entire country, community, is dedicated, single-mindedly, towards a single goal - perfection. Perfection, at any cost." He said, before stepping down from the podium, as the entire room broke into raucuous and deafening applause once more for their leader, party members grinning from ear to ear and clapping loudly in a standing ovation that lasted for three whole minutes.

Once the ovation had ended, Geneviéve took the podium, and grinned, "I'm sure all of you are curious what you'll be having tonight in our wonderful and humble abode." She smirked, "We've prepared some very special treats to mark this wonderful occasion...for our entrées we will be having some lovely and savoury frito misto, deep-fried whitebait, with calamari and king prawns, served with a sauce tartare, just to get your little appetites going. And then, we'll be having two sumptuous main courses - an Ongletà l'Echalotte, French-cut steak fillet with sautéed scallops, shallots and pommes-frites, followed by a Cassoulet de Lapin rabbit leg, braised in cherry red wine with haricots blancs, bacon lardons, carrots, garlic, onions and served with a balsamic salad complete with basil dressing. And for your delectable desserts, ah, let us dazzle you with our finest profiteroles au Chocolat, replete with the perfect touch of creme patisserie. As we say here, my friends, bon appétit!"

As Geneviéve left the podium to take her seat with her husband, the doors flung open and various uniformed, tuxedo-laced waiters came traipsing out to start serving everyone's appetisers, the clinking of cutlery and the normal flurry of conversation could be heard resuming, as Jules-Pierre was actually dabbing at his eyes with a silk handkerchief, still moved by the words of the Magnificus Dominus, and Salomé grinned, "All right everyone, just enjoy your dinner under a city of stars and a beautiful chandelier ceiling! May you all be charmed!" She said, excitedly, as the waiters came to serve everyone their appetisers.

[Mervay]

Salomé and Jules-Pierre looked over the student registration list once more, checking to make sure everyone was here, and then Salomé clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. Once the room had quietened down, she smiled, "Everyone....welcome to the Purgation International Academy's Visiting Students Programme!! We are so excited to see that all of you have signed up for this pioneering student exchange programme, I'm sure we'll have a lot to learn from you guys and your countries, just as all of you will enjoy seeing all of Purgatio's great and fascinating landmarks and locations. I'm Salomé Villeneuve, from the Home Office." "And I'm Jules-Pierre De Maizière, of the Foreign Office. And welcome all! I'm so glad to see all of you have already made some friends here, once again sorry for the wait. Right now, we have a bus waiting outside to take all of you to the Palace of our Magnificus Dominus, where you will dine with Purgatio's elite, and be formally welcomed into this country with great food and company. So, if you'll all get into the bus for our head count, that would be awesome!"

Salomé and Jules-Pierre made sure to tick everyone off the student roll as they entered the bus, trying to remember their names and faces, and once everyone was on board, the bus took off through the busy streets of Ravaliér. Ravaliér was a bustling metropolis, full of life and energy, of commuters and passers-by going about their frantic little schedules like ants in a garden scuttling about. The city, however, was filled with all the trappings of a police state, the PNL party logo flew on blue banners everywhere, now and then one could see uniformed PICOS officers walking about, looking left and right at different people walking to and fro, and surveillance cameras donned the corner of every street, as did large photos of the Magnificus Dominus and his wife, often in the form of loving and cosy family portraits. For Salomé and Jules-Pierre, these random signs of surveillance and State scrutiny were reassuring reminders of how safe they were, that they were always being protected from crime and terrorism, but to most other onlookers these were all symbols of a pervasive surveillance apparatus, carefully nurtured and installed over three long decades.

The journey to the Executive Palace of the Magnificus Dominus wasn't long, the PNL party leaders made sure that streets were cleared of excessive traffic activity so that the students' journey would not be delayed, and as the bus neared its final destination, Salomé stood up cheerily, pointing, "Students, attention please! If all of you will turn your gaze to your left, that...." She pointed over to the left of the bus, "Is the Executive Palace itself."

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Salomé pointed out the architectural structure, towering above a monorail line, as she smiled, "Constructed in 1988 and completed by 1991, the Executive Palace is where the Magnificus Dominus works and holds official Executive Directorate meetings, and where his family lives. It is the centre of our government. As you can see, the architectural design appears very neoclassical and Roman, and that's because it was in turn based on the designs of another society - a country which fell to its enemies, but whose leader sketched out the initial workings of an architectural feat which it would call the Volkshalle, German for People's Hall. Sadly, the structure was never built when the war was lost for them, but those same designs have inspired our construction of the official workplace and residence of our head of state, and head of government, because to us it represents the cultural antiquity, national rejuvenation, and communal spirit which the beautiful and towering Volkshalle was meant to represent. Order. Security. Peace. The goals of our nation, and our party." Salomé said with pride, as the bus came to a stop and Jules-Pierre carefully shepherded the students out of the bus, making sure everyone was accounted for, before the students began taking the long journey up a flight of carpeted, spiral stairs, up to the second floor, where the dining hall of the Executive Palace was located behind two huge mahogany doors, which required two waiting manservants to open when they saw the students approach.

[spoiler=Executive Palace Dining Hall]

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Underneath a bright and dazzling chandelier, light ricocheting off every corner of an expansive and elegant dining hall, the students were clearly the centre of attention. The room was already filled with guests, who had already been seated for a while it seemed, each of whom were affixed and looking over at the large group of students as they entered, some whispering, most smiling and grinning from ear to ear, excited at the arrival of their foreign guests it seems, a testament to Purgatio's long isolationism from foreign nationals of any kind, for many years. Each person in the room was dressed differently, based on their occupation, it appeared the room was filled with scientists and geneticists, teachers, doctors, PPF police officers, PICOS agents, uniformed soldiers and military generals, members of the Executive Directorate (Purgatio's Cabinet) and more, but what unified all of them was a blue armband wrapped around each and every one of their left shoulder's - dark blue background, and with the logo of the PNL party emblazoned in the middle of the armband, the Caduceus, a very famous symbol in medicine, but instead of a rod in the middle, it was replaced with the famous fascist symbol, the 'fasces' axe and bundle of sticks. Jules-Pierre saw a few of the students looking at the blue armbands and explained helpfully, as he led everyone to their reserved seats near the front, "That armband is worn by all members of the Purgation National League at official events. The PNL's our governing political party, see."

As everyone quietly took their seats, the guests staying respectfully silent, Salomé punched in a number in her phone, telling the person on the other end that the foreign students had taken their seats. A few minutes passed, quiet chatter simmering over the atmosphere of the lavish hall, before a booming announcer loudly proclaimed, "Everyone rise for the arrival of our magnificent leader - The Director-General of the Executive Directorate of Purgatio, Prime Minister of the Purgation National Congress, Secretary-General of the Purgation National League, Governor-General of the Purgation National League Inquisitorial Committee for Order and Security, Commander-in-Chief of the Purgation Armed Forces, Honorary Patriarch of the Purification Order, Exalted President of the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness, Lord Chancellor of the Judiciary of Purgatio, Protector-General for the Purgation Occupied Territories, Overseer of the Purgation Intelligence Agency, Saviour of the People, Hero of the Dominion, Father of the Nation, the First and Premier Citizen, His Exalted President of the High Office of the Magnificus Dominus, His Honourable Excellency, Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette!!"

In unison, as the mahogany doors to the dining hall creaked open, every single person in the room, including Salomé and Jules-Pierre, stood up straight at once and in one go, all faced to the front of the dining hall, rigid, standing at attention and not fidgeting. Their gaze did not waver as Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette, dressed in a respectable suit and tie, bespectacled and with his whitening hair dyed black, a sombre and serious expression on his face, and accompanied by his beautiful red-headed wife, Geneviéve De La Fayette, in a dazzling emerald-green evening gown and a sapphire blue formal shawl wrapped around her shoulders as if it were a Givenchy chiffon cape, walked silently across a red carpet lining the middle of the dining hall and leading right to the very front of the room, where a podium waited by an empty and prepared reserved table. All were silent as every adult in the room, in unison and simultaneously, like a military drill, placed their right arms, balled into a fist, right on their hearts, before immediately springing their right shoulder into the air, straight and rigid in the style of a Roman/Bellamy salute, palms open wide in the air, and holding that posture as their leader made his way across the long red carpet, right to the very podium. Once Chalon-Arlay had positioned himself behind the podium, he and Geneviéve performed the salute as well, and the entire room, with the exception of Chalon-Arlay and the students, shouted loudly and in unison, "Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette!" Three times, and each even louder than the former.

Chalon-Arlay shouted afterwards, "Heil Citoyens!" and immediately and without delay, all in the room whose palms were outstretched in salute brought their right arms back down to their sides in one swift and rigid motion. They all remained standing, none took their seats, as Chalon-Arlay allowed himself to grin now that the solemn formalities were out of the way, "Patriots, wonderful friends, the backbone of this country and leading members of the Purgation National League, and of course, our wonderful foreign guests of the first ever Visiting Students Programme for our wonderful new Purgation International Academy! All of you, each and every one of you, is part of something magnificent and special, our Dominion's first steps to opening up to the outside world again. Let us all welcome our foreign friends for agreeing to be a part of our lives, and show them some Purgation hospitality!" He said, and on cue, the room burst out in applause. Only once the raucuous applause for the students died down, did Chalon-Arlay continue from the podium, "This will be short my friends, I promise. Over the next few weeks and months, all of you will juggle schoolwork and our International Tour, where all of you will be taken to prominent landmarks and locations across this great Dominion, places which define this country, places which make this Dominion great, places which no foreign national has ever been allowed to glance before. We extend this to all of you, our guests, because we want to show you what our Dominion has to offer, our national philosophy of Mandatum Est, responsible for saving this nation from the abyss of anarchy, civil war, terrorism and bloodshed, and it is our hope that all of you can become unofficial cultural ambassadors of this Dominion, so that the world may know, through your eyes, the greatness of what this Dominion has achieved." He paused, for dramatic effect, "Peace. Law. Eternal justice for all within our abode. There is nothing less that Nature demands of all of us, except to take up the mantle of national self-strengthening and constant improvement. As you eat our food, dear friends, and sit in this historic hall, which represents the beauty of our collective people's community, may it symbolise to all of you what can be done when an entire country, community, is dedicated, single-mindedly, towards a single goal - perfection. Perfection, at any cost." He said, before stepping down from the podium, as the entire room broke into raucuous and deafening applause once more for their leader, party members grinning from ear to ear and clapping loudly in a standing ovation that lasted for three whole minutes.

Once the ovation had ended, Geneviéve took the podium, and grinned, "I'm sure all of you are curious what you'll be having tonight in our wonderful and humble abode." She smirked, "We've prepared some very special treats to mark this wonderful occasion...for our entrées we will be having some lovely and savoury frito misto, deep-fried whitebait, with calamari and king prawns, served with a sauce tartare, just to get your little appetites going. And then, we'll be having two sumptuous main courses - an Ongletà l'Echalotte, French-cut steak fillet with sautéed scallops, shallots and pommes-frites, followed by a Cassoulet de Lapin rabbit leg, braised in cherry red wine with haricots blancs, bacon lardons, carrots, garlic, onions and served with a balsamic salad complete with basil dressing. And for your delectable desserts, ah, let us dazzle you with our finest profiteroles au Chocolat, replete with the perfect touch of creme patisserie. As we say here, my friends, bon appétit!"

As Geneviéve left the podium to take her seat with her husband, the doors flung open and various uniformed, tuxedo-laced waiters came traipsing out to start serving everyone's appetisers, the clinking of cutlery and the normal flurry of conversation could be heard resuming, as Jules-Pierre was actually dabbing at his eyes with a silk handkerchief, still moved by the words of the Magnificus Dominus, and Salomé grinned, "All right everyone, just enjoy your dinner under a city of stars and a beautiful chandelier ceiling! May you all be charmed!" She said, excitedly, as the waiters came to serve everyone their appetisers.

Lisolette Devienne Perspective
When I entered the bus i saw the city how it was,when i was in the taxi the city was full of live but now my first impressions were true the city was full of live and looked like any metropoli,however it was full of camaras,banners of the state party and the dictator with his family and officers all over the street who looked like an kind of secret police. When we leaved the bus we saw the palace of goverment and they said that it was based in the Nazi Germany designs for New Berlin. This was the first time that I saw this building completed or builded because the only times that i've saw were on the bluprints of New Berlin or in the book of "The Man in The High Castle" that just i brought with me here too. When we entered to the hall in where the banquet of welcome was taking place i saw many people of the elite from scientists,high rank officers of the military and the state police,political leaders of the party,etc,etc. All of the were looking us with mixed feelings to say at least but it doesn't mattered to much for me so i took my seat and waited for my food but before that the dictator or leader of the nation Charlon-Arlay De La Fayette and his wife. He gave his speech and the rest of the people congrat and applaud him as he leaved the podium his wife took the micro and told us what we gonna eat and then she leaved the podium too.

When the food was now in the table i saw it and was very good but before that i called one of the people that with us if i remembered his name was Jules-Pierre. I called him and asked "Excuse me Mr. De Maizere but i would like if you could bring me an violin or viola because i would like to touch something in the podium for you and your people if it is possible"

[Purgatio]

Salomé and Jules-Pierre looked over the student registration list once more, checking to make sure everyone was here, and then Salomé clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. Once the room had quietened down, she smiled, "Everyone....welcome to the Purgation International Academy's Visiting Students Programme!! We are so excited to see that all of you have signed up for this pioneering student exchange programme, I'm sure we'll have a lot to learn from you guys and your countries, just as all of you will enjoy seeing all of Purgatio's great and fascinating landmarks and locations. I'm Salomé Villeneuve, from the Home Office." "And I'm Jules-Pierre De Maizière, of the Foreign Office. And welcome all! I'm so glad to see all of you have already made some friends here, once again sorry for the wait. Right now, we have a bus waiting outside to take all of you to the Palace of our Magnificus Dominus, where you will dine with Purgatio's elite, and be formally welcomed into this country with great food and company. So, if you'll all get into the bus for our head count, that would be awesome!"

Salomé and Jules-Pierre made sure to tick everyone off the student roll as they entered the bus, trying to remember their names and faces, and once everyone was on board, the bus took off through the busy streets of Ravaliér. Ravaliér was a bustling metropolis, full of life and energy, of commuters and passers-by going about their frantic little schedules like ants in a garden scuttling about. The city, however, was filled with all the trappings of a police state, the PNL party logo flew on blue banners everywhere, now and then one could see uniformed PICOS officers walking about, looking left and right at different people walking to and fro, and surveillance cameras donned the corner of every street, as did large photos of the Magnificus Dominus and his wife, often in the form of loving and cosy family portraits. For Salomé and Jules-Pierre, these random signs of surveillance and State scrutiny were reassuring reminders of how safe they were, that they were always being protected from crime and terrorism, but to most other onlookers these were all symbols of a pervasive surveillance apparatus, carefully nurtured and installed over three long decades.

The journey to the Executive Palace of the Magnificus Dominus wasn't long, the PNL party leaders made sure that streets were cleared of excessive traffic activity so that the students' journey would not be delayed, and as the bus neared its final destination, Salomé stood up cheerily, pointing, "Students, attention please! If all of you will turn your gaze to your left, that...." She pointed over to the left of the bus, "Is the Executive Palace itself."

(Image)

Salomé pointed out the architectural structure, towering above a monorail line, as she smiled, "Constructed in 1988 and completed by 1991, the Executive Palace is where the Magnificus Dominus works and holds official Executive Directorate meetings, and where his family lives. It is the centre of our government. As you can see, the architectural design appears very neoclassical and Roman, and that's because it was in turn based on the designs of another society - a country which fell to its enemies, but whose leader sketched out the initial workings of an architectural feat which it would call the Volkshalle, German for People's Hall. Sadly, the structure was never built when the war was lost for them, but those same designs have inspired our construction of the official workplace and residence of our head of state, and head of government, because to us it represents the cultural antiquity, national rejuvenation, and communal spirit which the beautiful and towering Volkshalle was meant to represent. Order. Security. Peace. The goals of our nation, and our party." Salomé said with pride, as the bus came to a stop and Jules-Pierre carefully shepherded the students out of the bus, making sure everyone was accounted for, before the students began taking the long journey up a flight of carpeted, spiral stairs, up to the second floor, where the dining hall of the Executive Palace was located behind two huge mahogany doors, which required two waiting manservants to open when they saw the students approach.

[spoiler=Executive Palace Dining Hall]

(Image)

Underneath a bright and dazzling chandelier, light ricocheting off every corner of an expansive and elegant dining hall, the students were clearly the centre of attention. The room was already filled with guests, who had already been seated for a while it seemed, each of whom were affixed and looking over at the large group of students as they entered, some whispering, most smiling and grinning from ear to ear, excited at the arrival of their foreign guests it seems, a testament to Purgatio's long isolationism from foreign nationals of any kind, for many years. Each person in the room was dressed differently, based on their occupation, it appeared the room was filled with scientists and geneticists, teachers, doctors, PPF police officers, PICOS agents, uniformed soldiers and military generals, members of the Executive Directorate (Purgatio's Cabinet) and more, but what unified all of them was a blue armband wrapped around each and every one of their left shoulder's - dark blue background, and with the logo of the PNL party emblazoned in the middle of the armband, the Caduceus, a very famous symbol in medicine, but instead of a rod in the middle, it was replaced with the famous fascist symbol, the 'fasces' axe and bundle of sticks. Jules-Pierre saw a few of the students looking at the blue armbands and explained helpfully, as he led everyone to their reserved seats near the front, "That armband is worn by all members of the Purgation National League at official events. The PNL's our governing political party, see."

As everyone quietly took their seats, the guests staying respectfully silent, Salomé punched in a number in her phone, telling the person on the other end that the foreign students had taken their seats. A few minutes passed, quiet chatter simmering over the atmosphere of the lavish hall, before a booming announcer loudly proclaimed, "Everyone rise for the arrival of our magnificent leader - The Director-General of the Executive Directorate of Purgatio, Prime Minister of the Purgation National Congress, Secretary-General of the Purgation National League, Governor-General of the Purgation National League Inquisitorial Committee for Order and Security, Commander-in-Chief of the Purgation Armed Forces, Honorary Patriarch of the Purification Order, Exalted President of the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness, Lord Chancellor of the Judiciary of Purgatio, Protector-General for the Purgation Occupied Territories, Overseer of the Purgation Intelligence Agency, Saviour of the People, Hero of the Dominion, Father of the Nation, the First and Premier Citizen, His Exalted President of the High Office of the Magnificus Dominus, His Honourable Excellency, Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette!!"

In unison, as the mahogany doors to the dining hall creaked open, every single person in the room, including Salomé and Jules-Pierre, stood up straight at once and in one go, all faced to the front of the dining hall, rigid, standing at attention and not fidgeting. Their gaze did not waver as Chalon-Arlay De La Fayette, dressed in a respectable suit and tie, bespectacled and with his whitening hair dyed black, a sombre and serious expression on his face, and accompanied by his beautiful red-headed wife, Geneviéve De La Fayette, in a dazzling emerald-green evening gown and a sapphire blue formal shawl wrapped around her shoulders as if it were a Givenchy chiffon cape, walked silently across a red carpet lining the middle of the dining hall and leading right to the very front of the room, where a podium waited by an empty and prepared reserved table. All were silent as every adult in the room, in unison and simultaneously, like a military drill, placed their right arms, balled into a fist, right on their hearts, before immediately springing their right shoulder into the air, straight and rigid in the style of a Roman/Bellamy salute, palms open wide in the air, and holding that posture as their leader made his way across the long red carpet, right to the very podium. Once Chalon-Arlay had positioned himself behind the podium, he and Geneviéve performed the salute as well, and the entire room, with the exception of Chalon-Arlay and the students, shouted loudly and in unison, "Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette! Heil De La Fayette!" Three times, and each even louder than the former.

Chalon-Arlay shouted afterwards, "Heil Citoyens!" and immediately and without delay, all in the room whose palms were outstretched in salute brought their right arms back down to their sides in one swift and rigid motion. They all remained standing, none took their seats, as Chalon-Arlay allowed himself to grin now that the solemn formalities were out of the way, "Patriots, wonderful friends, the backbone of this country and leading members of the Purgation National League, and of course, our wonderful foreign guests of the first ever Visiting Students Programme for our wonderful new Purgation International Academy! All of you, each and every one of you, is part of something magnificent and special, our Dominion's first steps to opening up to the outside world again. Let us all welcome our foreign friends for agreeing to be a part of our lives, and show them some Purgation hospitality!" He said, and on cue, the room burst out in applause. Only once the raucuous applause for the students died down, did Chalon-Arlay continue from the podium, "This will be short my friends, I promise. Over the next few weeks and months, all of you will juggle schoolwork and our International Tour, where all of you will be taken to prominent landmarks and locations across this great Dominion, places which define this country, places which make this Dominion great, places which no foreign national has ever been allowed to glance before. We extend this to all of you, our guests, because we want to show you what our Dominion has to offer, our national philosophy of Mandatum Est, responsible for saving this nation from the abyss of anarchy, civil war, terrorism and bloodshed, and it is our hope that all of you can become unofficial cultural ambassadors of this Dominion, so that the world may know, through your eyes, the greatness of what this Dominion has achieved." He paused, for dramatic effect, "Peace. Law. Eternal justice for all within our abode. There is nothing less that Nature demands of all of us, except to take up the mantle of national self-strengthening and constant improvement. As you eat our food, dear friends, and sit in this historic hall, which represents the beauty of our collective people's community, may it symbolise to all of you what can be done when an entire country, community, is dedicated, single-mindedly, towards a single goal - perfection. Perfection, at any cost." He said, before stepping down from the podium, as the entire room broke into raucuous and deafening applause once more for their leader, party members grinning from ear to ear and clapping loudly in a standing ovation that lasted for three whole minutes.

Once the ovation had ended, Geneviéve took the podium, and grinned, "I'm sure all of you are curious what you'll be having tonight in our wonderful and humble abode." She smirked, "We've prepared some very special treats to mark this wonderful occasion...for our entrées we will be having some lovely and savoury frito misto, deep-fried whitebait, with calamari and king prawns, served with a sauce tartare, just to get your little appetites going. And then, we'll be having two sumptuous main courses - an Ongletà l'Echalotte, French-cut steak fillet with sautéed scallops, shallots and pommes-frites, followed by a Cassoulet de Lapin rabbit leg, braised in cherry red wine with haricots blancs, bacon lardons, carrots, garlic, onions and served with a balsamic salad complete with basil dressing. And for your delectable desserts, ah, let us dazzle you with our finest profiteroles au Chocolat, replete with the perfect touch of creme patisserie. As we say here, my friends, bon appétit!"

As Geneviéve left the podium to take her seat with her husband, the doors flung open and various uniformed, tuxedo-laced waiters came traipsing out to start serving everyone's appetisers, the clinking of cutlery and the normal flurry of conversation could be heard resuming, as Jules-Pierre was actually dabbing at his eyes with a silk handkerchief, still moved by the words of the Magnificus Dominus, and Salomé grinned, "All right everyone, just enjoy your dinner under a city of stars and a beautiful chandelier ceiling! May you all be charmed!" She said, excitedly, as the waiters came to serve everyone their appetisers.

Lisolette Devienne Perspective
When I entered the bus i saw the city how it was,when i was in the taxi the city was full of live but now my first impressions were true the city was full of live and looked like any metropoli,however it was full of camaras,banners of the state party and the dictator with his family and officers all over the street who looked like an kind of secret police. When we leaved the bus we saw the palace of goverment and they said that it was based in the Nazi Germany designs for New Berlin. This was the first time that I saw this building completed or builded because the only times that i've saw were on the bluprints of New Berlin or in the book of "The Man in The High Castle" that just i brought with me here too. When we entered to the hall in where the banquet of welcome was taking place i saw many people of the elite from scientists,high rank officers of the military and the state police,political leaders of the party,etc,etc. All of the were looking us with mixed feelings to say at least but it doesn't mattered to much for me so i took my seat and waited for my food but before that the dictator or leader of the nation Charlon-Arlay De La Fayette and his wife. He gave his speech and the rest of the people congrat and applaud him as he leaved the podium his wife took the micro and told us what we gonna eat and then she leaved the podium too.

When the food was now in the table i saw it and was very good but before that i called one of the people that with us if i remembered his name was Jules-Pierre. I called him and asked "Excuse me Mr. De Maizere but i would like if you could bring me an violin or viola because i would like to touch something in the podium for you and your people if it is possible"

Jules-Pierre perked up as he heard a voice ask him a rather interesting question, and grinned, “Oh of course Lisolette, it shouldn’t be an issue at all, any others of you who wish to play for us please let me know, I’m gonna go ahead and check” Jules-Pierre got up to whisper in the ear of someone near the front of the room, before giving a thumbs up sign to Lisolette, as a servant went to prepare the microphone near the podium for Lisolette and anyone else who might want to play some foreign music for this Purgation crowd

[Adab]

The Magnificus Dominus, or whatever he was called, was a pretty good public speaker, Aida thought. Maybe on par with her great-great-grandfather the Emperor, who had spent a good portion of his 90-year reign traveling up and down the country, giving speeches and rallying his people. Aida had only seen the Emperor deliver a public speech once or twice, and at the age of 110 it was unlikely he would ever deliver another one. It's not like a debate or a public speaking showdown was ever going to happen between the Emperor and the Magnificus Dominus, anyway. But the stories - as told by her parents and grandparents - said that at his prime the Emperor was one of the most dazzling orators people had ever seen. Grandma even claimed that Dr. King sought public speaking tips from the Emperor, although this particular story could not be verified.

Some of the titles passed her by and some made her curious, but Exalted President for the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness invited concern in her heart. There was something sinister about "genetic cleanliness", she knew, but of course she dared not say it out loud. At the same time she started wondering whether this Magnificus Dominus was truly a good man or not, and her instincts told her some unpleasant things. This, too, she dared not say. Much safer to keep her mouth shut.

Then this girl named Lisolette apparently said she would like to go up there and play something for the audience, and she was actually allowed to do so. This should have been Aida's heaven; she was a music lover, after all. Music was in her blood, it was her joy and passion and way of spending her free time. But here, if she went up there, she would be performing for a bunch of foreign dignitaries who might or might not appreciate her playing. And she was not sure if her playing was good enough, but hey, why not give it a shot?

"Is... is there a place for a guitarist here?" she rose to her feet, somewhat nervously. "If not, then I can sing. I can sing anything."

[Estado Novo Portugues]

*RETCONNED*

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Irene and Karl both listened attentively as the Magnificus Dominus
Irene frowned slightly. An obsession with perfection. That never ends well.
Karl mentally jotted down everything. He would report this all when he got back.
When the food arrived, they both prayed briefly, before crossing themselves.
However though, neither was particularly hungry, so Irene waved over Jules. "Sir, we're interested in playing as well, if you have a grand piano handy."
Irene picked up the case carrying her flute, while Karl looked over the sheet music for 'Die graue kompanie"(The grey Company)

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Tuorsaen

At a spot near-central to the huge table sat a man of near giant-like proportions. Slightly over 7 feet in height, he surveyed the packed room out of intense yet deep-set blue eyes, and gave off the expression of one taking mental notes to use later. Everything about how the man moved screamed confidence: others had looked around themselves more, but aside from a studious glance around the room, taking note of all present, he looked mainly on the magnificus dominus.
An image of the tyrant, he knew. A creature corrupted by a dark God his people had been fighting the unending war against since their fortress island had first arisen from the oceans turbulent depths. A threat to the freedom of mankind; something, in short, which must be removed both quietly and without pomp so as not to allow it to martyr itself and self-create a replacement. Tuorsaen placed a hand on his heart, trying to ask God whether this would be his time and his task, to do away with this latest tyrant infestation; something told him to bide his time however.
He didn't salute with the members of Purgatian high society, but he didn't openly mock them either; he just stood with the others and regarded the assemblage with judgement in his eyes; for a squire of the order of deathless knights, protectors of the freedom that God had given Velstrania and one day a knight in his own right, this group looked like minions to him; it was such a pitty. It wasno surprise that guns were forbidden in this nation, after all if he had been provided with one then he knew what he'd have done: sacrifice himself in delivering holy justice upon the magnificus dominus. It was his duty, after all.

"I would play something for the group," he finally stated in his clear, rich baritone voice, "If a harp can be found for my use, that is."

[Northurland]

Ana Soares

However, Ana was dead set on changing this starting today, and repeatedly told herself: "Come on Ana, pull yourself together! You ARE getting that boyfriend no matter what." Ana's eyes fell on David, and she knew at once that he would be the perfect man for her. She winked, hoping to get his attention.

"I know that look." Nora smirked at Ana who she sat next to. "It's the look of a thirst that needs quenching." she chuckled to herself. Nora looked down at her food, it looked like something a baby would eat in her Kingdom because once again, the portion sizes were smaller than what she was used to. This was a girl that would commonly eat an entire giant caribou drumstick for crying out loud. "Very strict where you come from I'm guessing? Church and parents controlling your life a little too much than you care to like?" Nora whispered to Ana.

[Mervay]

Lisolette Devienne Perspective
When I entered the bus i saw the city how it was,when i was in the taxi the city was full of live but now my first impressions were true the city was full of live and looked like any metropoli,however it was full of camaras,banners of the state party and the dictator with his family and officers all over the street who looked like an kind of secret police. When we leaved the bus we saw the palace of goverment and they said that it was based in the Nazi Germany designs for New Berlin. This was the first time that I saw this building completed or builded because the only times that i've saw were on the bluprints of New Berlin or in the book of "The Man in The High Castle" that just i brought with me here too. When we entered to the hall in where the banquet of welcome was taking place i saw many people of the elite from scientists,high rank officers of the military and the state police,political leaders of the party,etc,etc. All of the were looking us with mixed feelings to say at least but it doesn't mattered to much for me so i took my seat and waited for my food but before that the dictator or leader of the nation Charlon-Arlay De La Fayette and his wife. He gave his speech and the rest of the people congrat and applaud him as he leaved the podium his wife took the micro and told us what we gonna eat and then she leaved the podium too.

When the food was now in the table i saw it and was very good but before that i called one of the people that with us if i remembered his name was Jules-Pierre. I called him and asked "Excuse me Mr. De Maizere but i would like if you could bring me an violin or viola because i would like to touch something in the podium for you and your people if it is possible"

Jules-Pierre perked up as he heard a voice ask him a rather interesting question, and grinned, “Oh of course Lisolette, it shouldn’t be an issue at all, any others of you who wish to play for us please let me know, I’m gonna go ahead and check” Jules-Pierre got up to whisper in the ear of someone near the front of the room, before giving a thumbs up sign to Lisolette, as a servant went to prepare the microphone near the podium for Lisolette and anyone else who might want to play some foreign music for this Purgation crowd

Lisolette Perspective
"Thanks Mr.De Maizere" as I said that I grabbed the Violin that i requested and go to the podium,if i'am honest i was an little nervious because this will be my first time touching something for an foreign crowd when always i only touched for my school or in an concert back home if some people requested but still this experience was going to be fun.

The Magnificus Dominus, or whatever he was called, was a pretty good public speaker, Aida thought. Maybe on par with her great-great-grandfather the Emperor, who had spent a good portion of his 90-year reign traveling up and down the country, giving speeches and rallying his people. Aida had only seen the Emperor deliver a public speech once or twice, and at the age of 110 it was unlikely he would ever deliver another one. It's not like a debate or a public speaking showdown was ever going to happen between the Emperor and the Magnificus Dominus, anyway. But the stories - as told by her parents and grandparents - said that at his prime the Emperor was one of the most dazzling orators people had ever seen. Grandma even claimed that Dr. King sought public speaking tips from the Emperor, although this particular story could not be verified.

Some of the titles passed her by and some made her curious, but Exalted President for the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness invited concern in her heart. There was something sinister about "genetic cleanliness", she knew, but of course she dared not say it out loud. At the same time she started wondering whether this Magnificus Dominus was truly a good man or not, and her instincts told her some unpleasant things. This, too, she dared not say. Much safer to keep her mouth shut.

Then this girl named Lisolette apparently said she would like to go up there and play something for the audience, and she was actually allowed to do so. This should have been Aida's heaven; she was a music lover, after all. Music was in her blood, it was her joy and passion and way of spending her free time. But here, if she went up there, she would be performing for a bunch of foreign dignitaries who might or might not appreciate her playing. And she was not sure if her playing was good enough, but hey, why not give it a shot?

"Is... is there a place for a guitarist here?" she rose to her feet, somewhat nervously. "If not, then I can sing. I can sing anything."

Then before i was in the podium an girl appeared behind me and asked if she could join with me for touch the guitar or sing with me and since she was nervious i tought that this might be good for her to be more open to this in te future "I think that for sing but the song thay i might touch if we speak of that will be different to what i have planed but still yeah and one question before that do you know to sing the song Cantarella and also Lisolette Devienne nice to meet you and you are" I ask to her feeling an little nervious.

[Adab]

"Nice to meet you, Lisolette," she cheerfully replied to the girl with the violin. "My name is Aida. I know that song, I think I used to listen to it when I was a kid, like several years ago. I can sing that one."