The Valentian Dinner – The Second One! [IC / CLOSED]

by **Bloodshade** » Sat Nov 23, 2019 2:27 am

Blodrike wrote:Freya was overjoyed by their reactions. While horsemeat was widely consumed in her own country, it was still taboo in a lot of other places. So she had expected the possibility that either Ambrosia or Salem would have been repulsed by it, not because of the flavor (which was quite like beef) but out of principle—for many cultures, the horse was "man's second best friend" after the dog, and eating its meat was an unspeakable sin. But these two showed no aversion at all. In fact, they were eager to taste it, the first time Freya had seen any non-Blodriker so excited to try horsemeat. Ambrosia's only concern was whether the meatballs contained blood. Unusual for a vampire, the countess had completely abstained from blood all her life, so who knew what could happen if she were exposed to it for the first time. Luckily, these meatballs were thoroughly baked so all traces of raw blood had been eliminated. Still, Freya decided it was wise to ask an expert first.

"Hey Astrid, my friend says she can't have blood. Can she have one of my meatballs?" she asked her Chief Computer, who had been talking to Feodora. "I'll be back in a second," said the scientist to the first lady. "My queen needs me."

Astrid made her way back to where Freya and Ambrosia were. Retrieving a magnifying glass from one of her lab coat pockets, she closely examined the meatballs in their tin box. "As the leading computer in Blodrike, I assure you that these meatballs are perfectly safe," she said. "You see, the active ingredient in raw blood is hemoglobin, which is a protein. And when you heat up a protein, it becomes denatured. That's just a fancy way to say 'destroyed'. So while some blood cells may technically remain in the meatballs, baking renders them completely harmless."

"Thanks again, Computer!" said the queen to Astrid. She picked up one meatball and handed it to Ambrosia. "She says they're safe so they must be. Here, enjoy!"

Then she picked up another one and placed it in Salem's waiting mouth. "Here ya go, little fella!"

With two meatballs left, Freya offered them to Astrid and her pet owl. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry right now. And Googol requires a specially formulated balanced diet."

So she decided to give both remaining meatballs to her own pet bird. "Hey Siri, I've got a treat for you!" she called, holding the two meatballs in her open palm. "Caw!" answered the raven, flapping her wings excitedly. Siri gobbled up both meatballs in her beak, then flew away to digest her meal.

While everyone was enjoying Freya's horse meatballs, Astrid was curious to know how Ambrosia, a vampire, could not digest blood. After all, it was a biological need like breathing. So she approached the countess to find out more about her unique ability. "You know, Ambrosia, you're the first vampire I've met who doesn't like blood at all. And if you don't mind, I'd like to learn more about that. Is it because you're allergic to it, or just your own choice? What do you eat and drink instead of blood?"

"Thank you dearly for the explanation Astrid. I already feel more at ease now. Well now, time to try out this odd delicacy!" - Ambrosia

Ambrosia graciously accepted the meatball from Freya and tucked it into her mouth. While Ambrosia certainly leaned more towards vegetarian products, she was certainly not adverse to the taste of meat but t hat horse meatball was something Ambrosia had never tried before. She almost felt guilty that she was currently chowing down on the meat of an animal that she considered to be the epitome of grace and beauty. Unfortunately for the horses, horse meatballs proved to be delicious and Ambrosia would be lying if she didn't feel like the horse meat tasted sweet to some extent. It was certainly a unique experience but Ambrosia made sure to give Freya a reassuring closed-lip smile while munching. Salem, on the other hand, was reaching new heights of euphoria. His body twitched at the taste of the meatballs. Ambrosia attempted to catch his attention but it was too late, Salem had reached cloud nine for the duration. Finally, the two had finally finished eating. Ambrosia took the nearest napkin on the table to dab her mouth and remove any stains while it looked like Salem was contemplating on leaving Ambrosia for the sake of Freya after experiencing the horse meatballs.

"Freya, I'll be completely honest with you...that was a pleasant surprise! If it's not any trouble, do you mind sending a pack? I'd love to introduce this to my family and I'll certainly be sure to give credit! Salem, what do you feel about the...Salem?" - Ambrosia

Salem's face simply screamed affection. All he wanted was more meatballs and he certainly did not shut his mouth about it.

"Your Majesty, for my sake, adopt me. I want to live in the country where these meatballs exist. Ambie, come on now, don't be a sourpuss and gift me to your girlfriend." - Salem

"Salem, I don't like reminding you but you're a prisoner, not a pet. While I'm rather sure she might smack you sideways if you caused her any trouble, I'm not going to hand over a dangerous criminal!...Sorry dear, Salem needs a tongue lashing sometimes." - Ambrosia

Ambrosia turned her attention towards Freya's computer, Astrid, and just like the majority of scientists, Astrid was rather inquisitive about Ambrosia's biological attributes in regards to drinking blood and while Ambrosia clearly understood that Astrid's intentions were far from malicious, she couldn't prevent her bright smile from cracking and her shoulders from slumping upon hearing a question that had been thrown at her by many other vampires for the sake of undermining Ambrosia's confidence in her own moral code. In this case though, Ambrosia was glad and surprised that Astrid was simply curious. She guessed scientists are just the most impartial beings in the universe which is a great break to have, compared to the narcissistic vampires she has to deal with back home on a daily basis.

"Well Astrid, to answer your question, the vampires back home don't actually need blood. Well, from my perspective at least, I think my people don't need blood and I choose to avoid it like the plague. If you ask every vampire back in my homeland, they'll tell you that they need blood. It's a simple lie. The blood of others is just a stimulant used to temporarily increase the power of a vampire. I don't know exactly how it works but it possibly has something to do with one's life force or nutrients found in 'foreign' blood. They need it because they need to feel powerful. Simply put, it's part of our nature to want to feel strong and drinking blood is one path to such power.

I just eat and drink everything else that doesn't have blood in it. You could say my diet is rather similar to a human's. If I go back to drinking blood, I might probably turn into a monster because of how long I've been going without drinking blood. There'd be a huge power spike if I drink blood now and I guess it becomes greater the longer I stay without blood. Ah well, I'm sure I'll be careful enough." - Ambrosia

Zitravgrad wrote:
Upon hearing the cat talked, the young woman shrieked up on the inside. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at it talking. It would definitely earn a "omg, dat scawy" achievement in her book, if she weren't too familiar with black cats at home beforehand.

"A.. waaah?" She backed away slightly and looked around. A bit of tears in her eyes -- but real or not, one had to be careful. But at least, she was relieved that Ambrosia was in charge of the cat and it was not going to hurt her ~~beyond snarky remarks anyway.~~

But it was already too late for any explanation about the cat's behavior when Kazimir Ivanovich Miroslavsky himself appeared behind his wife. He himself was radiating similar ominous aura, yet smiling in the sweetest, politest manner a man could do when he was about to... uh... murder a person.

"Greetings and fair health, my excellent friend..." He spoke with a natural voice, but eyeing the cat viciously. "It has been a while indeed, Countess. Might I inquire into your well-being and weather as per usual? Of course, we are doing fairly nicely here in Zitravgrad. And your... ~~chief auditor~~ I mean... your lovely Zitravian partner... is still doing well, if not a bit busy. Of course, we can talk more about it afterwards."

He bowed his head towards Ambrosia then went back to a staring contest with Salem while cradling his small, afraid bunny in his arms. It didn't matter to him if she was actually scared or not. It was the implication that she needed him that mattered. He stroked her hair gently and whispered sweet nonsense of a consolation into her ears. And then his eyes wandered towards Freya and her entourage. If he could screech, he would. The Queen of Blodrike and the Premier of Zitravgrad did not have the best relationship due to their petty to not-so-petty disagreement about how their countries were run. The Queen despised him for the limited civil rights and so-called "moral uprightness" and the Premier despised her for "not catching up with 21st century".

Nonetheless, he was not a man who would pull a rough manner at a lady unless he had a good reason for it. He let go of his little wife and bowed towards the delegates from Blodrike. "How.... delightful. Sincere greetings, my Queen. It has been a while." He did not bother to ask how any of them were doing. It was a common faux-pas in Eastern Slavic culture to ask about someone's well-being if one did not actually care to hear about it. And this was apparent -- he didn't care enough to ask.

Watching two individuals freak out at the concept of a talking cat was always such an enjoyable experience for Salem but it is disappointing to have someone like Ambrosia always correcting his behavior every time he wished to have fun at the expense of others. While Feodora's reaction was music to his ears, Salem was put off by the reaction of her husband. The presence of this tall imposing man would frighten any sane individual but in Salem's case, he was simply jealous but of course, he would never admit that. Salem realized his composure was that of an aggressive cat. He didn't need Ambrosia to correct him this time. If he wanted to prove his superiority, he had to play the Game. Salem switched his stance to a more noble, regal posture and decided to chat to the wolf that entered his den.

"Greetings sir. I must apologize for scaring your charming wife. It truly is a shame that people are afraid of my presence but I simply cannot help it.

I assume I can call you Kazimir or is that name reserved for Ambrosia only? In any case, you can simply call me Salem. It means 'Peace' in Hebrew so do not worry, be at peace for that is all I ever want. May I ask, are you a man of war? Before I was cursed, I was one of the most dangerous, if not the most dangerous generals, to ever live. Oh how the mighty have fallen! Anyways, may I inquire about your accomplishments on the battlefield? I'm sure you have many war stories to share. I'd love to start but I'd rather not get on Ambrosia's bad side. As you know, this bleeding heart is afraid of war.

Come along now. Take a seat and entertain Ambrosia and I with merry conversation." - Salem

During that impressive act by Salem, Ambrosia's face almost gave away the fact that Salem wanted to play with Mr. Ivanovich but she quickly stopped herself from laughing at Salem's shenanigans and decided to focus on the sweet couple. In any case, once Salem invited the two to sit, Ambrosia quickly got up to seat Kazimir and Feodora. It isn't surprising that Salem was irritated by Ambrosia's friendliness. Knowing that Ambrosia cherished the two would make it rather difficult for Salem to find ways to vex the two without vexing Ambrosia. Call Ambrosia a pacifist all you want but get on her bad side and you'll running for the hills. Salem was all too aware of such a trait but he was confident that he wouldn't trigger Ambrosia with his back and forth between Kazimir.

"I'm glad Zhen is doing fine. It's rather cold of me to not stay in touch with her but more importantly, Kazimir, I need to stress that I am rather happy to see you and Feodora again. This is not a pleasantry. I truly am! I see that Feodora's still as smart and beautiful as she always is and you're still an imposing figure too, Kazimir! Hah, how many leaders have you undermined just by looking at them? And Feodora, how are your lovely children? I'm hoping they don't cause any trouble to whoever is watching over them!" - Ambrosia

Ambrosia was interested in the vampires back in Tianshi's home. She wondered whether it was because those vampires were put in line by other greater powers as it is rather odd to hear about vampires who voluntarily are friendly. From her experience, vampires generally don't do well in a multi-cultural society, let alone a society with multiple species. Half vampires though are something Ambrosia has no idea about but being the lecherous individual that she is, Ambrosia's ears perked up when she heard about two half-vampire daughters. While Ambrosia was busy talking, Salem gave Tianshi the go ahead to stroke him. Salem felt rather powerful having someone who calls himself a 'Celestial' stroking him his back. In Salem's mind, such an act was a sign of submission but of course, he'd never tell Tianshi that. He simply acted like your typical cute, indifferent cat.

"Tianshi, are the vampires back in your home naturally friendly or are you good at keeping their violent tendencies in line? Because there is a huge difference between the two. Vampires, at least back home, aren't exactly...friendly from my experience. Sure, you can find friendly vampires like me but there's a huge need for power that resides in every vampire and that causes them to be violent.

I mean, regarding the whole cliche about vampires, I'm afraid to say that vampires back in my home are not as friendly as you want them to be. Even if they end up admiring you, they have an odd way of expressing their admiration. However, I will tell you this. We're a straightforward people! Come by any time. I'll make sure no one annoys you.

....Also, if you're comfortable with talking about your two dear daughters, how are they like? Do they...by any chance...remind you of me? Because if that's the case, then I pity you for having such troublesome daughters! I caused too much trouble to my father as a teenager, 'Whoever it is that his soul' rest his soul."

Ambrosia was so caught up with the people she was entertaining that she was completely unaware of Amaki who went behind Ambrosia to wrap her arms around her, similar to what Ambrosia did to Amaki when they were outside of the White House. To her, she was caught off base and yelped in reaction to this embrace out of nowhere. Ambrosia wheeled around to see who this admirer was, with her eyebrows furrowed to indicate her displeasure with such an act. Realizing it was Amaki, Ambrosia went from slightly irked to embarrassed, proven by her face reddening. She cupped her face in her hands for a few seconds to collect herself then she let a few giggles escape to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.

Before proceeding with anything, Ambrosia first apologized to the group on her table and notified them that she'd be back in a jiffy. She decided it was best to talk to Amaki a good distance away from the table, not too far for it to be considered suspicious but enough to give them the privacy they need. Ambrosia was silent as she guided Amaki away from the table until they reached a suitable area. Before one could say anything, Ambrosia stood up on her tip toes (Amaki's got a height advantage over Ambrosia) to give Amaki a proper, warm hug as an apology for being such a dramatic airhead, resting her head on Amaki's shoulders.

Ambrosia made sure the hug meant something by making sure Amaki couldn't escape until the 20 second hug rule was fulfilled. After that was done and dusted with, Ambrosia let go of Amaki but not before giving her a quick playful peck on the cheek.

"I'm sure the hug was a good enough apology but just in case, I'm rather sorry for getting so carried away by the influx of guests. You know me! if someone was doing some tricks with a YoYo, chances are I'll drop everything just to cheer them on and yes, if you haven't realized, I'm a doofus. C'est la vie, Amaki!

Anyways, if I heard you correctly, you said you wanted time for one more? One more what? A hug! Well, your wish has been fulfilled. Do recommend this little ol' genie to your colleagues now!"- Ambrosia

Just like a squirrel, Ambrosia's attention span was not able to stay focused on one thing for long and she switched her focus to Amara, who was simply standing near her mother. Ambrosia dropped to her knees so she was on the same level as Amara's face and decided to play around with Amara by making roaring sounds and playfully swiping at Amara so she could elicit a few giggles from the little girl. Just a few seconds of playing with Amara and Ambrosia's mind was already thinking of something else. She looked back up at Amaki to speak her mind

"Amaki, do you want to come over to my table and have a chat with some good company? Don't worry, you and Amara will most certainly sit next to me and if this little tyke doesn't mind, she could sit on my lap if she's not afraid of the big scary vampire! How about it Amara?" - Ambrosia

by **A m e n r i a** » Sat Nov 23, 2019 6:10 am

Keeping his gaze on the attractive woman before him, Tianshi keeps touching Salem as if he were any other cat - stroking his head, occasionally tickling his chin or playing with his cheeks.

"Actually, the stereotype about vampires back home being voracious predators are little more than Christian propaganda. Sure, they might have been menacing monsters in the Middle Ages, but since the Enlightenment Era or so, they started to blend into society, for better or worse. Some kept to their instincts while taking advantage of the influx of knowledge to systematically supply them with human cattle, some chose to drink only from animals, while others swore off blood altogether. The shifting geopolitical conditions made interspecies tolerance easier and more profitable in the Modern Era, which was the time I where I was still young. I even got close with a vampire without knowing she was one - until she confessed it herself and drank from me on one particular night. She did tell me of her ever-present temptation, but manage to hold it in most of the time. If anything, the vampires of more recent times divert their predatory nature to more..ahem, intimate escapades."

"As for my daughters, the Vampire Twins Camilla and Camellia, they're only alike from the outside, save for their birth marks and hair colour. Camilla is playful, fun-loving, and straightforward, while Camellia is more gentle, tactful, and focused. Even if Camellia didn't dye her hair, I'd tell her apart from her sister by the way she talks, walks, and stands. And the birth mark I mentioned earlier, of course."

Tianshi put his hand on his cheek and tilted his head, observing Ambrosia more closely and trying to find the words to answer her last question. "Actually, you remind me more of their mother than them. I'm getting the same vibes I got from her when seeing you, to be honest. Hell, the first time I talked to her was in a party. I don't suppose you're going to tell me what "I am very happy" is in your language, are you?" he chuckles a bit at the memory of the woman he loved almost 30 years ago. Maybe he still loves her, he's not even sure anymore.

To avoid awkward silence, he mentioned Camilla again. "Camilla had her fair share of troublemaking. There was one time when she kept shooting one of her sisters, Yali, in an argument. She said it didn't matter because Yali would regenerate anyways. Yali, of course, wasn't happy with that. There was also that time when she dated a white man just to test my patience, which I ultimately allowed because the voice of the heart is the voice of God. They've broken up though. And Camellia...let's just say a good girl's rebellious phase is much worse than that of a "bad girl".

by **Wolflandil** » Sun Nov 24, 2019 12:55 pm

Tadeusz looks at Valentijn and smiles. Tadeusz clearly heard the radio chatter, but he completely understood why. Valentijn has friends all over the Multiverses, and he couldn't possibly remember everyone. Rosaline tugs on Tadeusz' sleeve, and says to her Tsar ""Your Majesty, It's time to head in."
Tadeusz waves to Valentijn, and then flies into the interior of the White house where the other leaders have gathered, quietly sliding into a seat. Rosaline looks over to Ambrosia and Amaki, her ears flickering trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before a subtle glare from Tadeusz stops her in her tracks.
Tadeusz continues to act very reserved, taking off his peaked cap, and motioning Rosaline to do the same. The Senatior Primus looks disgruntled from the Tsar's orders but she knows better than to push her luck. Rosaline sets her hat on the back of the chair before trying to get the Tsar in a more sociable mood. My Tsar, look here. If you want to have a good night, you will have to be a little more approachable."
"Rosaline, you made your point. I'm getting myself a cup of tea." Tadeusz pours himself a cup of tea and relaxes a little. He is determined to look as friendly as he can, for a Wolfic who was raised in the old Imperial Royal formalities.

by **Fallen Albali** » Mon Nov 25, 2019 2:48 am

Bloodshade wrote:Ambrosia was so caught up with the people she was entertaining that she was completely unaware of Amaki who went behind Ambrosia to wrap her arms around her, similar to what Ambrosia did to Amaki when they were outside of the White House. To her, she was caught off base and yelped in reaction to this embrace out of nowhere. Ambrosia wheeled around to see who this admirer was, with her eyebrows furrowed to indicate her displeasure with such an act. Realizing it was Amaki, Ambrosia went from slightly irked to embarrassed, proven by her face reddening. She cupped her face in her hands for a few seconds to collect herself then she let a few giggles escape to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.

Before proceeding with anything, Ambrosia first apologized to the group on her table and notified them that she'd be back in a jiffy. She decided it was best to talk to Amaki a good distance away from the table, not too far for it to be considered suspicious but enough to give them the privacy they need. Ambrosia was silent as she guided Amaki away from the table until they reached a suitable area. Before one could say anything, Ambrosia stood up on her tip toes (Amaki's got a height advantage over Ambrosia) to give Amaki a proper, warm hug as an apology for being such a dramatic airhead, resting her head on Amaki's shoulders.

Ambrosia made sure the hug meant something by making sure Amaki couldn't escape until the 20 second hug rule was fulfilled. After that was done and dusted with, Ambrosia let go of Amaki but not before giving her a quick playful peck on the cheek.

"I'm sure the hug was a good enough apology but just in case, I'm rather sorry for getting so carried away by the influx of guests. You know me! if someone was doing some tricks with a YoYo, chances are I'll drop everything just to cheer them on and yes, if you haven't realized, I'm a doofus. C'est la vie, Amaki!

Anyways, if I heard you correctly, you said you wanted time for one more? One more what? A hug! Well, your wish has been fulfilled. Do recommend this little ol' genie to your colleagues now!"- Ambrosia

Just like a squirrel, Ambrosia's attention span was not able to stay focused on one thing for long and she switched her focus to Amara, who was simply standing near her mother. Ambrosia dropped to her knees so she was on the same level as Amara's face and decided to play around with Amara by making roaring sounds and playfully swiping at Amara so she could elicit a few giggles from the little girl. Just a few seconds of playing with Amara and Ambrosia's mind was already thinking of something else. She looked back up at Amaki to speak her mind

"Amaki, do you want to come over to my table and have a chat with some good company? Don't worry, you and Amara will most certainly sit next to me and if this little tyke doesn't mind, she could sit on my lap if she's not afraid of the big scary vampire! How about it Amara?" - Ambrosia

Amara swiped back at Ambrosia almost as playfully as she giggled. She was never very good at roaring though, so for the sake of her social standing she decided not to repeat her new vampire friend in that regard.

Meanwhile, Amaki looked back at Ambrosia's table, shared with some other people. People that Amaki at best mildly disliked. She was not very fond of having people like Miroslavsky or that other vampire (Amaki never cared to remember her name) anywhere near Amara. Hell, she probably wouldn't be happy if they were on the same continent. "I..." she began; Amaki only had to look at the daughter's face for half a second for her to consider changing her mind. She was here for Amara too; if she wanted to spend some time here, Amaki couldn't bring herself to disappoint her child.
"Okay." she sighed, almost in defeat. "Lead the way, Ambie." during the short journey back to her table, Amaki pulled Ambrosia closer so she could whisper something in her ear. "Sorry, but... Amara stays with me. I... I hope that's not a problem." Even around people she trusted, Amaki was still fiercely protective of her daughter. Too protective? Some might say yes.

The trio sat back down at the table, with Amara sitting on her mother's lap. "Anyhow - are you enjoying yourself, Ambie?"

by **HIreland** » Wed Nov 27, 2019 11:52 am

Punctuality meant as little to the Drunken-most as personal hygiene or rational thought. His car sputtered along, its parts holding together out of habit alone. Thick black smoke spewed from the tailpipe, single-handedly preventing Valentine Z from meeting it’s emissions goal. Sporadically some of the asbestos gaskets would blow, creating a noise like a gunshot crack and emptying enough carcinogens into the surrounding air to put the entire neighborhood on chemo. The car somehow managed to buck up and down despite the complete lack of potholes in the road, scattering litter throughout the interior. Discarded beer bottles crashed into each other, occasionally dislodging fragments of the obscene amount of crud which coated everything in the car. A fragment containing beer chips a quarter of a century old and deep-fried trilobites from the Devonian dislodged itself from the Drunken-most’s seat and landed with a neat plop in his beer. The next bump sent the entire obscene concoction washing over his clothes, perhaps the first time they had ever been washed in anything. When the car pulled to a stop Gary the Drunken-most had removed his jacket and was attempting to wring the concoction back into his mug. Grabbing his drink, he not so much as stepped but oozed out of the car. The action of stopping had dislodged a complete spinosaurus skeleton from the geological strata of mud accumulated under the rear fenders, which was a major paleontological find for all of about ten seconds before the Drunken-most’s driver backed over it. Gary’s face was flabby with fat and red, with his nose flabbiest and reddest of all, giving him an appearance of a bulldog wearing clown makeup, if one discounted the rest of his body, which could only be described as spherical. It was once thought that large dinosaurs like the stegosaurus had a second brain in their hindquarters to make up for the long time it would take for nerve impulses to reach their head. Dissolved in alcohol, Gary’s nerve signals took far longer to reach his head than a stegosaurus’, and it was debatable whether he had a first brain, much less a second. The result was a reaction time that was measured in minutes, sometimes hours depending on how drunk he was. His levels of drunkenness varied from “extremely inebriated” to “embalmed”. Often this resulted in him not reacting to anything at all, which on the sliding scale of sentience would put him somewhere between a bacteria and a houseplant. Due to this Gary is subject to a caveat in quantum mechanics, as he is not smart enough to count as an observer and can therefore do all the things a quantum wavefunction can when he’s alone or surrounded by his own kind. It was by this loophole that he was able to drive from the world HIreland exists in to the Earth of Valentine Z, while remaining entirely ignorant of the phenomenon. Either that or reality itself is drunk in HIreland. To him there seemed to be nothing peculiar about existing in two bars at once or consuming a probability wave of drinks. He didn’t know anything about science, and he didn’t know anything about religion either, but that didn’t stop him from barging into a random building every Sunday (and Monday and Tuesday...) and demanding communion. Communion was the only part of Catholicism that remained in HIreland’s national religion, free beer. Gary’s IV kept him perpetually inebriated, but that was not satisfaction for his ape brain (what there was left of it). He had come to get drunk the old fashioned way at no detriment to his wallet, as was his religious custom. A globe whelmed up in front of him, there was some writing on the bottom. Something important enough to be put out on a plaque in front must be directions to the bar. A disappointed drunken-most headed past the useless plaque about a war or something and found himself standing in a room full of… people… and things… and that was all the thought his brain put into it because he had just spotted the bar. He headed straight for it, ignoring everything and everyone, and upon reaching it thumped his fist on the counter and demanded alcohol, immediately, coating everything in his immediate surroundings with a fine layer of spittle and making his flabby face flap up and down like jello on a speaker. Anticipating the need to be able to pick from a list and consume fluids, both activities currently above Gary’s mental capacities, his built-in IV lowered his blood alcohol count to levels only slightly above what would kill a normal human or elephant.

by **Zitravgrad** » Thu Nov 28, 2019 9:16 am

Feodora watched the demonstration of the owl's intelligence. It was rather intelligent for real owls and that was the confirmation that it was not a toy of mechanical origin. The young woman raised her eyebrows again. Perhaps she was not allow to touch it after all. A little disappointing but she had to hold back from touching or poking random avian creatures she saw. "Interesting name..." She remarked. "That is quite amazing. Animals rarely profess any ability in mathematical calculations. My old professor used to have an owl as well... although I am sure he did not quite teach it to add or subtract numbers, even if the man himself is a renowned mathematician."

Once Freya summoned her Chief Computer back, Feodora could just nod and say "Well, see you then." Perhaps, she thought, Astrid was to Freya what she was to her husband (excluding the marriage.) But the matters asked by Kazimir Ivanovich to her would be more... mind-boggling and puzzling, less about facts and more about ideas and opinions, then eventually degraded down onto philosophical cycles and nonsense -- or in other word, casual existential crisis-inducing mindscrewing -- and she would be taken less seriously than she hoped she would be...

Miroslavsky chuckled and smiled -- the most coerced-by-manners smile known to be on his usually calm face. He was (and liked to think he was) fairly charismatic and imposing. But this event was a gathering of people at the same level as he was... He never liked a situation in which he could not rule, but he had so decided that nobody would get to dominate this situation either. It would be utterly embarrassing to snap in such an event, especially with his wife present -- she was one of the major reasons why this tension even existed between him and Freya. Easy! He was jealous, annoyed and in need of a cigar and liqueur chocolate. "What an honor for myself to have met you today. I see you are still in fair health and temperament. And yes, I have been informed who you are with." His smile twitched lightly when he got Freya flipping her hair on him. It was the equivalent of his former (male) partner whipping out his admiral hat and throwing it at him, except that Freya had not thrown anything at him (yet anyway). He also didn't react well to her choice of accent, with he himself speaking English in Received Pronunciation like every pretentious, well-educated person in the pre-revolution Zitravia would do. This tension was only tamed by Freya's choice not to interrupt Ambrosia and Miroslavsky's choice not to embarrass himself.

"So, how was your journey here? How long did it take you to arrive?" He asked. Innocuous questions they were. But his eyes went dissociative, as if disguising an intention. Yes, all he wanted to hear was that the Queen took much, much longer than him to arrive thanks to her insistence to stick on Steam era technologies. He was just that petty. He did arrive on a hypersonic business jet after all. "My wife and I had just arrived not for long..."

Bloodshade wrote:Watching two individuals freak out at the concept of a talking cat was always such an enjoyable experience for Salem but it is disappointing to have someone like Ambrosia always correcting his behavior every time he wished to have fun at the expense of others. While Feodora's reaction was music to his ears, Salem was put off by the reaction of her husband. The presence of this tall imposing man would frighten any sane individual but in Salem's case, he was simply jealous but of course, he would never admit that. Salem realized his composure was that of an aggressive cat. He didn't need Ambrosia to correct him this time. If he wanted to prove his superiority, he had to play the Game. Salem switched his stance to a more noble, regal posture and decided to chat to the wolf that entered his den.

"Greetings sir. I must apologize for scaring your charming wife. It truly is a shame that people are afraid of my presence but I simply cannot help it.

I assume I can call you Kazimir or is that name reserved for Ambrosia only? In any case, you can simply call me Salem. It means 'Peace' in Hebrew so do not worry, be at peace for that is all I ever want. May I ask, are you a man of war? Before I was cursed, I was one of the most dangerous, if not the most dangerous generals, to ever live. Oh how the mighty have fallen! Anyways, may I inquire about your accomplishments on the battlefield? I'm sure you have many war stories to share. I'd love to start but I'd rather not get on Ambrosia's bad side. As you know, this bleeding heart is afraid of war.

Come along now. Take a seat and entertain Ambrosia and I with merry conversation." - Salem

During that impressive act by Salem, Ambrosia's face almost gave away the fact that Salem wanted to play with Mr. Ivanovich but she quickly stopped herself from laughing at Salem's shenanigans and decided to focus on the sweet couple. In any case, once Salem invited the two to sit, Ambrosia quickly got up to seat Kazimir and Feodora. It isn't surprising that Salem was irritated by Ambrosia's friendliness. Knowing that Ambrosia cherished the two would make it rather difficult for Salem to find ways to vex the two without vexing Ambrosia. Call Ambrosia a pacifist all you want but get on her bad side and you'll running for the hills. Salem was all too aware of such a trait but he was confident that he wouldn't trigger Ambrosia with his back and forth between Kazimir.

"I'm glad Zhen is doing fine. It's rather cold of me to not stay in touch with her but more importantly, Kazimir, I need to stress that I am rather happy to see you and Feodora again. This is not a pleasantry. I truly am! I see that Feodora's still as smart and beautiful as she always is and you're still an imposing figure too, Kazimir! Hah, how many leaders have you undermined just by looking at them? And Feodora, how are your lovely children? I'm hoping they don't cause any trouble to whoever is watching over them!" - Ambrosia

There was Freya, then there was Salem. If not for the sake of politeness or friendship with Ambrosia or the fact that the cat was once a person, he would have thrown Salem off against the wall. But that was about it -- he was above impulsive outrages now, it was mostly casual atrocities these days. But once something concerned his little rabbit, he was more prone to anger... Once Salem's demeanor became more accommodating, he also had to backtrack to a similarly friendly stance, although he wouldn't let his guard down. If one noticed, he did not accept or react to the apology.

"Kazimir Ivanovich, if you will. Do honor me with my father's name, for we are not yet familiar. But yes, I am a man of military affairs -- both practically and theoretically. I have been through several roles as well, whether in command, combat, or staff and clerical duties. Perhaps the only jobs I have not done are engineering and medical service... Well... It is a shame to see that another man of war has fallen into such state. How... poetic yet unfair." Miroslavsky said, with a thin smile. He was kinda thinking the man-turned-cat probably did something to deserve this. But eventually, he sat down when Salem invited him. Feodora did the same, although less sure about being near the cat.

"Well, I do not quite see Zheneyasil Alexandrovna that often myself, so I do not quite know about her current happenings in details. But I will try to get your words to her the next time she comes to the Kremlin. And to that question... oh... I do not quite like to think myself as intimidating." Kazimir told Ambrosia once he was properly seated. That.. and likewise, it is a pleasant day to meet our friends again. How have you been doing yourself? Please do tell us about it."

When asked about the children, Feodora seemed more collected. "Well, the children are doing fine... of course. Their grandmother [Kazimir's mother] is watching over them and I am sure they will behave around her..."

While his wife was discussing her children's state with Ambrosia, he looked across the table and saw Amaki. He smiled lightly but his eyes went blank. He did not quite like or dislike her, but he wouldn't enjoy her presence and vice versa. He wouldn't want his children anywhere near her at any rate, or else they might get that "attitude" like a flu...

Perhaps now the best solution for surviving the situation he could not rule and involving people he wanted nothing to do with was just dissociating with a polite smile and a cup of tea. That said, he did want a cup of tea, if not something stronger.

by **HIreland** » Thu Nov 28, 2019 11:45 am

The Drunken-most had just finished emptying the bar’s entire supply of tea into a mostly-empty trash can he had found by his barstool. He was tired of waiting for the busy bartender to finish tending to the other customers and had decided to make his own beer through a patently HIrelandian method. Each coin from HIreland was hollow, with its core filled with 200 proof alcohol and a bit of powdered beer flavoring. In the event of an emergency, a HIrelander could break open a coin and empty it into a glass of water to stave off sobriety, or if one was particularly desperate, drink the alcohol directly. The Drunken-most hoped that the flavor of the tea would disguise the thoroughly awful taste to the re-hydrated beer. Drinking greedily from his newly made concoction, Gary came under the impression that he was telekinetic. He had been focusing on a spilled drop of the beer/tea abomination, and trying to get it to move across a grain in the wood on the bar counter. He would redden his face with effort and cross his eyes, which is of course what caused the illusion. When he crossed his eyes he saw the droplet in double, and one of the double images was superimposed over the wood grain. If the Drunken-most had truly been telekinetic, he might have been able to stop his car instead of running into a Valentinian mailbox. His car was not equipped with breaks, as in HIreland, there was a large and convenient supply of homeless drunkards looking for alcoholic vomit to drink which served as convenient bumper stops, and Gary had previously cut the brake lines and drank the hydraulic oil on the off chance that it contained alcohol. His car had come out of the collision with the mailbox just fine, as it had been built before crumple zones had been invented, and when cars had been called “motor carriages”. The mailbox had been fine too, being built to Valentinian scale, but Gary had hit his head somewhat in the crash. Having an IQ of absolute zero, the only direction his intelligence could go was up, which was why he now had a vague notion that square pegs were meant to go in square holes. He reached into his pocket to pull out more coins to add to his foul mixture, as it was not quite abhorrent enough to cause your average bar-goer to drop dead of apoplexy, just most wine tasters. Instead of more coins in his pocket, he found a dead horse left over from the sack of Rome. The question of how he fit an entire dead horse in this pocket was an interesting one, and involved non-euclidean geometry. The current consensus among scientists is that spontaneous human combustion is impossible; Gary was in serious danger of proving them all wrong. Gary was exceedingly fat, containing massive reserves of alcohol, sugar, and fat cells, all of which made him exceedingly flammable. The theory behind spontaneous human combustion relied on something called the wick effect, but for Gary it would be better called the Molotov cocktail effect. It proposed that if someone was extremely fat, then their flesh contained a high percentage of fuel and could burn quite readily, with liquefied fat wicking to the surface of the scorched flesh. What made an even better fuel source than fat was alcohol, and Gary was practically and alcohol-based lifeform. All of which brings us back to his size. As an object approaches a perfect sphere, its volume to surface area ratio approaches one third the radius. Gary had hit that ratio and kept going, actually changing the value of pi in his local space-time by distorting it into a hyper-cone. (In layman’s terms, he pulled his belt so tight his gut stuck out into the fourth dimension.) If someone where to take a meter-stick and measure the height of the Drunken-most, they would find it to be less that if they took the same meter-stick and impaled him with it. (Which anyone near the Drunken-most would be very tempted to do.) One might say that Gary was fatter on the inside, which also applied to the size of his pockets, which had been distorted into an extra-dimensional space which could easily house a dead horse, or even a battalion of dead horses. In fact there was an entire Germanic tribe still wandering around in his pocket, also left over from the sack of Rome. None of which Gary comprehended. He had just reached to retrieve more alcohol and come up with a dead horse instead. The grief-stricken moan he made could be best approximated by sticking a tuba down the throat of a beluga whale and telling it that its cat had just died. Everyone but the horse heard that.

by **The United Nations Of Europa** » Mon Dec 02, 2019 10:31 pm

The chancellor's vehicle pulled up to the front of the White House and slowly stopped at the stairs of the building. The vehicle was an Audi A8 made specifically to transport the chancellor of the UNE. Unlike the usual luxury vehicle for sale, it was an armored version of the original beautiful Audi vehicle. Outside it was hard to tell that the vehicle was different from a normal A8, but with some fine engineering from the Germans, anything was possible. It was no American presidential car but for Europe, it was more than plenty. Inside the vehicle was Chancellor Schulte and her 2 guards that accompanied her along the ride. She was here for the Valentian dinner that was being held tonight. The Valentians were good friends of her and she was excited to be with them again. One of her guards left the car and opened the door for her. Schulte got out of the car and took a good look at the White House. She took a deep breath as she gazed at the building. She was wearing a long-sleeved laced blue dress with black tights. She noticed other guests had been a lot fancier in their clothing than she was. She didn't mind much though. The way her mother raised her made her interest in fancy things very low. Inside the White House, the atmosphere was lively. Chatter could be heard from every angle along with the music being played. The aroma of food and even the wine was wafted through the air. This was indeed a grand gathering that only the Valentians could pull off.

"It's been a while since I was here last time. I can't wait to see Valentijn again. Oh, I heard Clarissa will be here too!" Schulte turned to her guards, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's head inside." Schulte walked up the stairs to the front entrance where she was immediately stuck in awe as she saw the large globe culture. The White House was a lot more extravagant since the last time she was here. The three walked into the main room where all the other guests were. Tables lined the room with music traveling through the air. An extremely large cake was the elephant in the room though. Schulte had never seen anything like it. "Do you guys see that? I never knew cakes could be that big?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Schulte noticed the tall figures that were Valentijn and Clarissa. Schulte quickly ran to the two with her guards following behind, "Valentijn! Clarissa! It's been so long!"

by **HIreland** » Tue Dec 03, 2019 5:11 pm

Gary the drunken-most was upset. His general uncleanliness was one thing, but that moldy sandwich in his pocket was practically the size of a horse! The dead horse-sandwich was equally disgusted with Gary. It’s moldiness was one thing, but that drunken slob is practically the size of a horse! Being about equally matched in disgustingness and intelligence, the Drunken-most and the dead horse could have gone on like this for quite some time, but Gary’s limited attention span was up and he went on to thinking about the next thing, which was, of course, beer, of which he was out of. He closed his eyes. Gary, being of an intelligence level far below that of an infant, was subject to the infantile conviction that the universe didn’t exist when his eyes were closed, so by closing and opening his eyes, he thought he was turning the world off and on again, in the hopes that it would fix his lack of beer. No such luck. Since his pockets were no longer a source of alcohol, Gary would have to resort to desperate measures. The last time he had tried to brew his own, which was around the end of the Permian when he’d been possessed by the idea to turn the ocean into giant beer vat, he’d suddenly been informed that his favorite snack, deep-fried trilobites, were no longer available, so he wouldn’t be making his own beer. Instead he grabbed onto the edge of the bar and began to hoist his bulk over the top, which was no minor feat considering his tonnage. Gary had been a barman before his ascension to Drunken-most, so he knew the bottles were often kept in shelves under the counter, although some would roll off under other pieces of furniture to escape his all-consuming alcoholism, which is how he still had some come morning to keep himself in business. Tipping himself forward, he reached down and managed to snag a few before rocking back and falling off the counter and onto his late barstool. Sitting among the barstool’s remains and a number of discarded bottles which he had managed to drink at world-record speed, Gary came to the astounding realization that he was being ignored. This was a thought far above his mental horizons, and was generated spontaneously in his mental void for the simple reason that nature abhors a vacuum. The law of conservation of information of course required that an anti-thought of stupidity equal and opposite to the intelligence of the created thought be generated as well, and one was. “Twilight is a pretty good book”, the Drunken-most thought. Back his being ignored, Gary realised that if he was going to get a drink from the bartender, he would have to freeload off of someone else. Gary could just turn up the alcohol feed on his IV, but that would take all the fun out of freeloading (HIreland’s most popular sport). There were a number of options. A group of things talked over in one direction, some of which seemed human, one which appeared to be a large dog standing on its hind legs, and another which was a vampire. The Drunken-most’s automatic opinion generator saw its opportunity and clicked on. Gary was far to alcohol-addled to have opinions above “beer is good” and “work is hard”, so he had a chip installed in his brain which would have them for him. It would select opinionated books to use and generate a complete artificial list of opinions on different subjects for him, so he would have the appearance of being well-informed. It found a book called A Friendly Guide to Eugenics for Genocidal Dictators, and opened to the section on vampires. The book had nice illustrations, showing happy, smiling people killing other happy, smiling people and leaving behind neatly stacked piles of happy, smiling corpses, framed in picturesque meadows with flowers and butterflies decorating every scene. On vampires it read, “The degenerate subspecies of human has made absolutely no contribution to the greater good of man, or anyone. Acting like the parasites they are, they have greedily neglected all others in the face of their own selfish pursuits. Invulnerability to almost everything and immensely increased life-spans would have made them ideal plague doctors, or excellent soldiers, but instead this degenerate race has kept to themselves, sustaining the delusion that their peculiar genetic condition made them in some way superior to the human race. These walking gene-defects ignored their clear inferiority, their sensitivity to sunburn, ubiquitous albinism, malformed teeth, terrible fashion sense, and complete lack of spiritual cognition in their warped view of the world, seeing the [insert master-race] (see chapter 3, why your race is the best and other useful logical fallacies) as cattle. It cannot be doubted that these degenerates must be rounded up and exterminated/interned/relocated (see chapter 4, stages of ethnic cleansing).” This opinion was downloaded into Gary’s consciousness after the automatic opinion generator checked the other sections on vampires - vampires, execution of, vampires, tourture of, and vampires, taxidermy of - and found nothing of immediate use. Freshly opinionated, Gary started to look for other people to leech off of, and noticed someone who had recently arrived just as the new opinions expired and dropped off the edge of his goldfish memory. Standing up and dusting the broken bits of stool off his massiveness, Gary began to waddle toward Linda Schulte, waving and managing to somehow mumble and yell at the same time. “HYUHWENHGREBSEMBEERS”, which was him trying to say “Hey want to grab some beers”, but actually meant, “Can you get the bartender’s attention for me so I can drink, disrupt everyone else, and be generally obnoxious at your expense.”

by **Bloodshade** » Sun Dec 08, 2019 3:01 am

A m e n r i a wrote:Keeping his gaze on the attractive woman before him, Tianshi keeps touching Salem as if he were any other cat - stroking his head, occasionally tickling his chin or playing with his cheeks.

"Actually, the stereotype about vampires back home being voracious predators are little more than Christian propaganda. Sure, they might have been menacing monsters in the Middle Ages, but since the Enlightenment Era or so, they started to blend into society, for better or worse. Some kept to their instincts while taking advantage of the influx of knowledge to systematically supply them with human cattle, some chose to drink only from animals, while others swore off blood altogether. The shifting geopolitical conditions made interspecies tolerance easier and more profitable in the Modern Era, which was the time I where I was still young. I even got close with a vampire without knowing she was one - until she confessed it herself and drank from me on one particular night. She did tell me of her ever-present temptation, but manage to hold it in most of the time. If anything, the vampires of more recent times divert their predatory nature to more..ahem, intimate escapades."

"As for my daughters, the Vampire Twins Camilla and Camellia, they're only alike from the outside, save for their birth marks and hair colour. Camilla is playful, fun-loving, and straightforward, while Camellia is more gentle, tactful, and focused. Even if Camellia didn't dye her hair, I'd tell her apart from her sister by the way she talks, walks, and stands. And the birth mark I mentioned earlier, of course."

Tianshi put his hand on his cheek and tilted his head, observing Ambrosia more closely and trying to find the words to answer her last question. "Actually, you remind me more of their mother than them. I'm getting the same vibes I got from her when seeing you, to be honest. Hell, the first time I talked to her was in a party. I don't suppose you're going to tell me what "I am very happy" is in your language, are you?" he chuckles a bit at the memory of the woman he loved almost 30 years ago. Maybe he still loves her, he's not even sure anymore.

To avoid awkward silence, he mentioned Camilla again. "Camilla had her fair share of troublemaking. There was one time when she kept shooting one of her sisters, Yali, in an argument. She said it didn't matter because Yali would regenerate anyways. Yali, of course, wasn't happy with that. There was also that time when she dated a white man just to test my patience, which I ultimately allowed because the voice of the heart is the voice of God. They've broken up though. And Camellia...let's just say a good girl's rebellious phase is much worse than that of a "bad girl".

Ambrosia had propped up her chin with her elbow on the table. She had always found it rather awkward to discuss family matters that aren't related to her so she simply gazed intently at Tianshi and let him ramble on about his wife and children, without interjecting even when he was at a loss for words at one point. It wasn't the first time that someone said Ambrosia reminded them of their spouse. Ambrosia assumed that if she was being compared to his spouse, it is easy for her to assume that the lady in question was the non-committal type and even though she did not know her at all, she already wanted to meet a lady like her but not to spite Tianshi, she's always had an admiration for women that weren't bothered with culturally recognized unions. Still, it was a shame to see the man in front of her feel somewhat lost without his better half and so she decided she might share some words of comfort.

"Look, I know how a man looks like when they've lost their better half but trust me, you should be happy you have two lovely children of yours! Don't dwell on the past on focus on the happiness of your daughters but I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that.

I must say though, I'm rather flattered that you'd compare me to your own wife. I wonder, are you looking for a replacement? I highly doubt your two daughters would appreciate my existence. I mean, I'd rather not have Camilia shoot me as a warning even though I can shrug it off. I'd rather not put myself in such a situation.

Anyways, enough teasing! Your daughters sound like a delight to meet and while they might be a bit more wild than I am, I'm more than sure I can handle them. I mean, if you need evidence, take a look at my own family. They're far from sociable when they decide to become wild." - Ambrosia

Salem, who was still being stroked by Tianshi while he was talking to Ambrosia, decided to butt into the conversation without anyone asking him too. He stood up on all four and decided to stretch for a few seconds before signalling Ambrosia to stop talking so he could finally speak.

"Ugh, Ambrosia, I know you can't stop yourself from wanting to get into bed with any woman that's remotely attractive but don't you have the common decency to.. - Salem

Salem was cut short by Ambrosia slamming the table with one hand while snarling at him for such an insensitive remark, which was something Salem didn't expect from Ambrosia at all. However, he didn't need to her to speak to understand that he crossed the line. Salem decided to crawl away, edging closer to his rival. Interacting with Miroslavsky would hopefully be less dangerous than teasing Ambrosia. Once Salem was out of the picture, Ambrosia regained her composure and attempted to restore her smile for the sake of her image.

"Sorry about that. Salem strikes my nerves sometimes and my anger just bursts out of nowhere. Anyways you might or might not have the thought that I'm out to get your daughters because I'm a dirty little hedonist. To be very honest with you, I'm just a lonely gal. I might have more friends and acquaintances than I can count but real connections are hard to come by. I'm sure you know what I'm rambling on about."

Salem was still reversing backwards until he accidentally bumped into Miroslavsky's chest. He turned around to see the imposing man wondering what in the world Salem's game was but in all honesty, Salem was just trying to put enough space between him and Ambrosia but now that he was within his rival's aura, he regained his confidence and turned around to face this authoritarian man of war. Unfortunately for him, he didn't need to turn around to know that Ambrosia's eyes were focused right on him. His little game would be a matter of life and death if he said something that Ambrosia didn't like.

"Hello again my dear Eastern comrade. Apologies for the little incident. Ambrosia can get emotional sometimes. Anyways, what were you talking about? Ah yes! War stories! Well, 500 years ago, I was well known swordsman, a proficient user of the Winds of Magic and excellent quartermaster. I was the son of...Uh, the son of...Let's just say my father was an insignificant man. Moving on, I wished to turn the Empire of Man into an honorable beacon of hope and the bread basket of my world. Of course, many of my partisans and enemies had to die but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Imagine an Empire where the commoner has a voice...so long as they can read and write, own property, are of the correct religion and have served in my army of brave partisans!

Unfortunately, the Mage's Guild of the now defunct Empire of Man captured me and decided to turn me into a black cat then paraded me across the streets. Without my leadership, my movement quickly crumbled and...well, the rest is history. I might or might not have had my fair share of war crimes but hey, there were no rules of war 500 years ago! Would you kindly tell that to Ambrosia?" - Salem

The moment Salem stopped speaking, he realized that his body was being pulled back by some otherworldly source but he quickly realized that Ambrosia was slowly levitating him back to his original position, right in her embrace. Salem didn't bother to pull at the tablecloth or make any kind of scene. He just stared blankly at Kazimir and made sure to keep his composure.

"My turn to speak to the grown ups, kitty. Anyways, I've been doing rather splendidly until this kitten decided to speak but I'd rather not delve into insignificant matters. My feelings don't matter! I'm more interested in how you two are feeling. How are things back home? Have the kids done anything naughty? Do any of them want to become astronauts? Hey, if one of them is interested in magic, I could teach them! Don't worry, they'll be responsible magic users! I'll make sure of that...Sorry, I got a bit too excited. I'm sure you've got your own plans for your children.

Ambrosia let out a huff just to vent that bit of excitement she had about educating Kazimir's and Feodora's children. While teaching mechanics, economics, mathematics and the languages to her students back home was rather fulfilling, it certainly wasn't as exciting as teaching someone the art of magic. Nothing could compare to the beauty of magic and while she wasn't exactly a religious woman, she was always eternally grateful to destiny for being able to practice magic and one day, hopefully teach someone how to use it.

"Also, if you don't mind, could you send this love letter to Zhen when you have the chance? I sent many back in the day but at one point, she stopped replying. I hope this one will light the fire in her heart. I put a lot of thought into it and carried it around with me all the time, just in case I met you two."

Ambrosia pulled a letter out of one of her dress's pockets and slid it over in front of Kazimir. The letter's content were as follows:

My dear Zhen

You're my blue crayon.

The one I never have enough of

The one I use to color my sky

I hope I can find such a crayon again

Because one can't have a sky as any other color

"Gah, I probably should've gotten a longer one but I don't know, I felt like this one was cute and quirky enough to get to her heart! Also, could you please just swipe this quickly into your suit? The others know I'm in an open relationship but you know, I'd rather not...inflame tensions."

Upon hearing Amaki giving Ambrosia the go ahead to lead them to the table, Ambrosia's face beamed with joy and to tease the two, Ambrosia acted like a waitress, conjuring up the illusion of herself wearing a French waitress's uniform along with the trademark French mustache (Don't ask Ambrosia why she thought that was a necessary addition).

"Right this way, gentlewoman. I already have two seats with your names written on it, mes amis!"

Ambrosia led the way and kept on looking back to Amaki and her daughter with her trademark beaming smile, to re-assure the two that they would have a splendid time with her but a few steps later, she felt Amaki pull her closer all of a sudden on much to her surprise. Most people that have touched Ambrosia without her consent usually end up having to taste her magic.

If there's one thing that ticked off Ambrosia, it was someone that touched her without her consent. However, Amaki wasn't just anyone to her and Ambrosia ultimately didn't mind. She had already invaded Amaki's personal space multiple times but one can argue that Ambrosia has permission to violate Amaki's personal space. She guessed it was more than fair for Amaki to pull her arm.

Upon listening to Amaki's request, Ambrosia couldn't help but feel a tad bit downhearted but she understood the mindset of a mother and didn't hold it against Amaki. A shame though, Ambrosia was this close to having the opportunity of playing with an adorable child like Amara. Chances are that Ambrosia would never have children in her lifetime but that doesn't mean she can't be someone else's second mother, with explicit permission from their over-protective parents.

In order to calm Amaki's nerves and reassure her that Amara wouldn't be harmed in any way, Ambrosia resorted to her favorite effective tactic against Amaki before re-assuring her with comforting words: Chin scratching.

"Amaki, come on you silly girl! I'm not going to do anything to Amara without your say so! You're her mother! No more talk! Let's not waste time and get over to our table!"

Once they were sat at the table, much to her pleasant surprise, Amaki was putting her differences aside and asking Ambrosia about her well being! Seeing Amaki interact like this was a good start in Ambrosia's mind! Salem was almost going to joke at Amaki's expense but luckily, Ambrosia was able to shoot him down with her gaze.

"Well, now that you're sitting right next to me, why in the world wouldn't I be enjoying myself? Come on now, that's a silly question! You know what, if by any chance you're in the mood for a game, let's try this out! Every time you ask me a silly question, I'll tickle your chin or if you don't mind and would rather not be tickled, I'll tickle Amara's!"

Ambrosia was in her zone. She was calmly juggling conversations and entertaining everyone without a sweat. Thanks to the fact that she's a rather likable individual, Ambrosia was able to keep people's differences at bay and even Salem was doing his part, playing around with the ego of the Zitravgradian premier and his wife. However, there was one person in Ambrosia's mind that was missing out of the fun and she felt rather lonely not being able to interact with the rest. Ambrosia wasn't prepared when the Nehekharan goddess, Isis, decided to claw her way out of the deep recesses of her mind. During that process, Ambrosia was busy holding her head in pain while attempting fight back tears.

A dozen seconds later, wisps of what looked like a bright soul left Ambrosia's ear and all of a sudden, the goddess, Isis, had materialized right next to Ambrosia, levitating in the air with one leg on top of the other, with a smug smile on her face, like as if she was eternally proud of her own existence and was expecting someone to grovel. Of course, Isis had noticed Ambrosia was still reeling from the pain and went over to throw some meaningless apologies her way.

"Apologies my dear but I just simply wasn't content watching you interact with these lovely people. I count one, two, three, four, five, six and seven people that I can play around with as of now! Don't you worry though dear. No shenanigans! I promise! This is a dignified dinner we're at. I'd discipline anyone who thought it was a smart idea to ruin this evening but I'm sure the organizers have got that covered anyways!" - Isis

Salem went into an 'attack mode' posture to show the goddess that her presence wasn't welcome at all but didn't dare to jump at her. The two had some history with one another and none of it was positive. He and Ambrosia had their arguments but he despised seeing anyone bring Ambrosia discomfort. Only he had the privilege of doing that!

"Now who got the cat out of the damn bag?! It already reeks of arrogance in this room and I might as well pass out from the stench, you old hag! Get out of here before I wipe that smug smile with my claws. Oh how I wish I burnt your temples when I had the chance!" - Salem

"Oh, it's good to see you too but do control your tongue, Salem. It's been...what? 500 years since I last talked to you? I told you, if you'd simply worshiped me, you wouldn't be a cat. Instead, you could've have been an eternal king but...I'm sure it's comfortable being Ambrosia's pet." - Isis

It didn't take long for Isis to find the next person to pester. Unfortunately for Amaki, she'd be the first one to be verbally toyed with. The goddess took notice of the canine hybrid and was rather interested to see such a specimen that didn't look like a mangled blob of flesh like the Beastmen back on the planet she ruled (in her mind at least). She drifted over to Amaki, with her head hovering right next to Amaki's face, over her left shoulder, while her body was extended and levitating in the air, like as if she was lying down on her stomach on an invisible bed somehow

"My my, you're a pretty little thing. Strong too for a mortal! You could probably place this adorable little vampiress girlfriend of yours in a headlock and she wouldn't be able to do a thing but then again, I'm sure you value her too much to do such an awful thing!

Oh and who's this little creature? Your daughter? How adorable. I love seeing a family. A shame your daughter is missing one more parent but alas, single mothers exist and sometimes they do a better job than two parents. Don't let my words cut too deep! I've also had to take care of children on my own. Their just seems to be a lack of responsible gods nowadays. Most are interested in world domination. Me? I'm more than capable of taking care of children and turning a world into a paradise for all."

by **A m e n r i a** » Sun Dec 08, 2019 9:05 am

"Yea, about that..we were never married. Never even got that far. She was a concubine for a while before she left. Guess she doesn't like being tied down, even with the perks that come with it. I can't imagine how she'd feel with the responsibilities of a Heavenly Empress..But you're right about the happiness bit. Thanks." a small grin shining like a ray of light in a cloudy sky appeared on Tianshi's face. "As for the replacement..I think you'd fit better as an Empress than a concubine. I just get this feeling of you being able to command..sorry if that sounds weird."

Despite his apologies, what probably goes on in Ambrosia's head might be wierder. Her words were interpreted by him as a platonic interest in the twins, and he thought she would be more attracted to the twins' mother Camille, until the cat spoke, making the situation all the more awkward. He'd seen..naughty comments on the twins on the internet, which, while annoyingly creepy, is protected by his own laws regarding freedom of expression and he couldn't do much about them. Hearing about them in a similar way in person, from a woman, no less, is slightly more disturbing.

"Right...I..almost forgot you're..ahem..interested in both genders. I honestly thought you'd prefer their mother, Camille, with her being this capable, free-spirited woman and all. Crap, I just made things wierder, didn't I? Anyways, you're an art model, yea? Mind if I ask you to be mine? I don't paint though, I use a camera and a computer instead. I hope you're not photophobic, or worse, epileptic. I wouldn't want to burn or paralyze you by mistake."

by **Fallen Albali** » Sun Dec 15, 2019 5:31 am

Bloodshade wrote:snipped like it went into a barbershop

Amaki was content to sit back in silence while Ambrosia made conversation with everyone around the table; this wasn't her scene and everybody knew it. Hell, simply sitting at the same table as half of the people around her was more than she expected. She and Amara soon entered their own little world together, quietly playing and joking with each other. This was where Amaki truly felt comfortable, and proved to be a nice, however temporary, escape from the party.

They were shaken back into the real world when Ambrosia whimpered in pain and held her head in her hands. Amaki put one of her furred hands on her vampire friend's shoulder. "Hey, are you alright Ambie?" In hindsight, it was a stupid question - obviously she wasn't. She was about to wrap an arm around the vampire when Isis materialised almost out of thin air; Amaki was startled at the suddenness of Isis' arrival. Her fur stood on end and her ears flattened against her head mostly in anger, but she'd by lying if she said she wasn't a little frightened. Amaki sat in stunned, incredulous silence as Isis and Salem traded words. First she met a talking vampire-lord-turned-cat, and now an actual goddess.

She had barely collected herself when the goddess made Amaki the next victim of her attention. "What do you-" she began, before being cut off by Isis like it was nothing. Amaki had been called many things in her time, but 'pretty little thing' was very rarely one of them. She didn't even have time to acknowledge the rest of Isis' sentence before she turned her attention to her daughter. Amaki could almost tolerate being messed with, but she was fiercely protective of her daughter and her innocence. By the time Isis was finished, Amaki's face was bright red with rage. Hell, steam might have been coming out of her ears, still pressed flat against her head. She had half a mind to put the goddess in her place, and frankly, the other half of her mind agreed. However, there was some small part of her conscience that told her not to - had they been alone it would have been a different story entirely. Amaki growled at Isis before completely ignoring her - she turned her attention to Ambrosia, still nursing her headache. "C'mere," she said softly as she pulled the vampire towards her in a tight hug. The vampire was pressed against Amaki's chest; Amara also joined in hugging the vampire.

by **Lutvikkia** » Tue Dec 17, 2019 6:50 pm

As the Lutvikkian VTOL lightly touched down, the pilot called for Drudge Hillann, and his Gadge to prepare for departure. All last minute adjustments to uniforms and representation regalia, were made as the ramp unfolded. The low scream of the VTOL's four engines made talking impossible, however the two exchanged looks of complement to each other.
Walking towards the main building gate, Hillann handed the gift to B'Vallion, to present to the hosts.
"Do your best, and I will sweat all the rest." He chuckled softly. "I am after all, the one who has the daunting task of making Lutvikkia look good." His slight laugh within the sentence was reassuring to B'Vallion. "You, my friend, have the slightly less arduous task of making me look good."
B'Vallion paused for a moment. "I shall endeavor to do my best sir."
"Thrullias, have no fear, we learn by doing. I assure you we will do fine, enjoy the state dinner, and just relax." Hillann paused and looked at B'Vallion. "At least wait till I look like I have relaxed, looks better that way. Besides I will nod to you, when it is appropriate."
They arrived upon the door step, and rang the bell.

by **HIreland** » Wed Dec 18, 2019 8:43 pm

Gary had waited as long as his short attention span could last, but Schulte was just standing there. There were several possible explanations for why she had not yet reacted, none of which Gary could understand. The first was that she was simply shocked by being confronted by an angry alcoholic blob and was still trying to think of some way to escape the situation. The second was that the sheer alcohol content of his breath had sent her system into shock, and if he stayed near her any longer she would succumb to alcohol poisoning. A third possibility was that her proximity to such a large mass had slowed her relative time and the exaggerated delay was just the result of time dilation. If you were going to ask why the Drunken-most wasn’t affected by the time dilation, don’t. Logic doesn’t seem to apply to him. The blob shifted feet impatiently and generally looked like he needed to use the lavatory, which of course he didn’t, (he had a thirty gallon bladder that wasn’t even close to full) and his attention span expired. Another device implanted in him (one of the many required to give him at least some semblance of being a functional human being) decided it was time to intervene. This device, unlike the others, was magic-based. He’d gotten it in the dark ages, when all tech was magic-based and the water was so unsanitary they drank wine instead. Though in truth, the water had gotten him more drunk than the wine. There’s nothing like disease to slow the mind. (As for how they implanted it without modern surgical techniques or anesthetics, let's just say that it was a time when Gary's perpetual drunken delirium payed off.)

The magic-based implant decided that Gary needed beer, immediately. The easiest way to magically obtain alcohol was simply to persuade someone who has some to give it to you. With how annoyed everyone was at Gary, there was no way the implant could change any of their minds, even with magic. The second easiest way to magically create alcohol is just to find a supply of unfermented beer and speed up the process. There were no such barrels to hand, and if there were, Gary would have drank them already. (alcohol or no alcohol, the taste of beer was hard-wired into the pleasure centers of his brain.) The final and hardest way was to create the beer outright. Usually magic tried to follow the laws of physics at least loosely, so violating such a basic principle like the conservation of energy took a lot of magical power. Fortunately, there was a source nearby. No, not the vampire. Vampires are just humans with a nasty skin condition. The cat was an enormous supply of magical energy. Turning someone into an animal wasn’t that difficult of a spell, especially if that person already acts like one, but sustaining it for so long took a lot of magic, which would of course be stored in the spell. It could just siphon off a bit of magic (maybe just a few centuries worth) it could easily create some beers. In a flash of magic and a sound like an angered duck, three bottles of beer appeared, one in each hand and one balanced on his head.

Normally Gary’s extreme incompetence would cause something on his head to fall off instantly, but when beer was involved Gary suddenly became quite skilled at whatever it was that he needed to do to stay drunk. He downed all three bottles in quick succession, satiating his immediate drive for alcohol and undoing millions of years of cognitive evolution. He would have walked on his knuckles if he could bend over that far. The implant knew it had only brought itself time, and that in another moment Gary would demand more beer and it didn’t know how long it could continue to siphon off the cat. When you’re drunk, anyone looks good. Get drunk enough and the stuffed bear in the corner starts to look good. (The stuffed bear in the state bar had to be removed for this very reason.) Even to Gary, Linda Schlute did not look good. (This was probably because she looked like his mother, who proved that women could do it too when she got drunk and beat up his dad, and occasionally Gary, who was barely big enough to carry his own pint.) Any sane person would have kept that particular thought to themselves. Gary was not a sane person.

After having insulted the person he was relying on to buy him beers, there wasn’t much he could do to make it worse. This did not stop Gary, who was an expert at making things worse. It was the third beer bottle that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. His shirt had been under enormous strain from his expanding pot belly, and with the added stress a button popped off. This button, having been attached to Gary for so long, was no minor biological weapon. Were it to land in a water reservoir, it could wipe out a city. It hadn’t been confiscated because you would also have to take everything else the Drunken-most owned, and probably the Drunken-most himself. The button flew and impacted the door, where it would have lain forgotten if the bell hadn’t rung at exactly that moment. Domestic turkeys are said to be so stupid that glitter has to be put in their food so they will peck at it. Gary was far beyond this. Every day a bell is rung to remind him to eat, and naturally assuming that it was this bell, he ambled in the direction of the door, heading towards the newly arrived Hillann and B’vallion, names which, although strange to the tongue, were perfectly normal to the slurred, hiccuping speech of the Drunken-most. Now that Schlute was out of his radius, it was possible that he might get those beers from her still, otherwise, the new arrivals were his best bet at getting free beer.

Did the paragraph breaks help?

by **Khoronzon** » Thu Dec 19, 2019 12:18 pm

The two Khoronzonite leaders spent their time hanging around the bar, with Narcissus ordering Lead Ambassador Germaine around to make incredibly specific and elaborate concoctions while holding a vague semblance of conversation with Iranon, who was firmly stuck in a trance, eyes rolled back into his head as he asked nonsensical questions in his dreamlike voice while motioning at some indefinite object on the ceiling which only he could see. A faint, multi-coloured halo swirled around his head, while a thin white mist rose out of his eyes.

"I think it sees me," he said in a blank tone, leaving Narcissus to guess what "it" was. "It's looking at me, telling me to come closer. Can you see it?"

"As clearly as day," the Emperor retorted, the sarcasm in his voice completely flying over the Minister's head. He pulled his glass over from across the counter, retrieved a flask from underneath his shawl, and poured a few drops of its contents into the glass, creating a black swirl inside the faintly amber-coloured mixture. After gently shaking the glass, the swirl burst outward, turning the drink a murky, dark red. Before he could take a sip, however, Chimaira suddenly perked up on his shoulder, presumably in response to the commotion across the bar. Its three eyes opened, all facing forward to stare at Gary, the Drunken-most of HIreland, as he lumbered towards the door, calling out at the new arrivals in garbled, incoherent speech, presumably asking them to get him some beers. "What do you think you're doing, Chimaira? Leave him be, he'll probably just try to eat you."

"Ffffrrrrrrrrrrrr." Chimaira tilted its head inquisitively before slithering down from Narcissus' shoulders and onto the floor, moving away from the bar in the direction of the entrance. Narcissus sighed, placing his hand behind Iranon's head. A small black wisp coursed down his arm before exploding in a faint burst in his palm. Iranon laughed softly as he fell asleep, while the halo around his head grew brighter and clearer. The Emperor then downed his glass and took off from the bar, his first steps slightly shaky and imbalanced after his drink, as he attempted to retrieve his pet. He was slightly worried that it would have drawn unwanted attention to itself, but thankfully few people seemed to have noticed, and most of those who did were probably accustomed to seeing odd creatures such as this in any case.

by **HIreland** » Fri Dec 20, 2019 1:43 pm

What seemed to be some kind of snake started towards Gary. Most people's brains simply refused to accept that Gary existed (when they did, they tended to go into seizures and were often committed to psychiatric hospitals because the knowledge that they were the same species as Gary drove them mad with self-disgust), so this was something new. Gary was terribly afraid of snakes, and the fact that this one had feathers like Quetzalcoatl and three eyes was not helping. His id said he should run. His ego said he should stand his ground. His superego wanted him to eat it. The id thought this was a pretty good idea as long as he could run at the same time. The ego forgot which side it was on and argued that he should run. Failing to reach an agreement, his mental agents settled their disagreement in the most orderly and dignified way they knew. Curley (the id), smashed a metaphysical cream pie into the also metaphysical face of Larry (the superego). Moe (the ego) watched from a distance until Larry hit him with a metaphorical hammer. 32 cream pies, 13 hammer whackings, and a comedic fall down the stairs later, Gary decided to run. He bolted for the door and tried to open it the wrong way, and failing that, pounded on it and made a bellowing noise that someone who hadn't seen Gary would have attributed to an eldritch abomination. The door opened, tipping Gary past the point of no return. Like a bowling ball rolled by a giant, Gary slowly rolled back towards the bar, and upon hitting it, knocked over 10 beer bottles, a strike.
None of the beer made it to the floor, as Gary had already absorbed it through his skin. His automatic IV went into overdrive trying to keep his blood alcohol count down to survivable levels. It was a state of the art AI in a cutting edge blood monitor, purpose built to keep Gary from drinking himself to death, and it was hopelessly outmatched. A wave of pure alcoholism barged it's way into every organ in Gary's body. His liver screamed and tried to escape down his intestines, which were busy organising an emergency evacuation of his intestinal bacteria. His lungs exhaled breath so alcoholic it sterilised his clothes, nipping a potential epidemic at the bud. His IV panicked and used its option of last resort. It admitted to the magic device that water was wet, ending their decades long debate in exchange for a favor, namely removing the excess alcohol from the bloodstream. As it should have learned from the stories, magic often interprets requests very differently from how you meant them. In this case, it was how it defined excess.
Gary was the Drunken-most because he was the most drunk, so the amount of alcohol he needed was exactly that of his nearest competitor. Instead of running the risk of being too drunk, Gary was now risking being too sober. He had to drink alcohol immediately of he was going to keep his job. With his brain the least drunk it had been in centuries, he started remembering his life, which gave him an even more pressing reason to drink. When you've done all the stupid things Gary has, ignorance really is bliss. In HIreland people actively try to avoid success, because it might remove their reason to drink. Gary remembered celebrating a young man who turned his life around, losing his mansion and stocks after wisely investing in Enron, and last he'd heard, he'd been moving back into his mother's basement and had taken up a healthy addiction to alcohol. Everybody loves a good unsuccess story. Gary's life had been one from the start. His IV changed gears and started transfixing alcohol back into his bloodstream, and Gary fumbled for the nearest bottle of liquid courage, or in this case, liquid authority. Drunkenness fell back over him and his thoughts resumed their usual state: ignorance is strength, war is peace, freedom is slavery, etc. He didn't even notice the emperor whose name could be interpreted to mean self-obsessed destruction.

by **Lutvikkia** » Fri Dec 20, 2019 6:21 pm

Drudge Hillann, and his GadgeB'Vallion, paused for a moment. B'Vallion looked up at the enormous viscous greeter, and stepped behind Hillann. The fleeting look of surprise on Hillann's face, could have been mistaken for gas, but Hillann would let tact decide.
His immidiate reply to the person greetin them was not what most folks would describe as a greeting.

Hillann: "Map, house cat, water, limousine, Space, and Hovercraft."

As the viscous person replied, the crystal around Hillann's neck accepted the reply, and built the translation data needed to communicate. At the same time the translator was picking up several languages within the room, to add to the database matrix. Hillann was hoping the database would be enough to allow for near instant translation and communication.

Hillann's next reply was more tangible, and to the mans likening. "Yes my good man, The Drunken-most, our dispensary on the hover craft should satisfy your thirst for about one hour, give or take a gallon." He then inclined his upper body in a bow of respect, and tilted his arm towards the awaiting ship.

B'Vallion looked at Hillann with an inquisitive face. "How do you stay calm? I mean he or it eas...."
Hillann cut him off abruptly. "Their was your first!" He paused. "And hopefully last, mistake. We are representatives of Lutvikkia, and it is our duty to greet ALL, (he emphasizes all) people as sovereign living Friendly (again he emphasizes friendly) people, no matter the outward appearance." His slight anger at B'Vallion eases. "That man would be a formidable friend in any battle, or he may contain wisdom far beyond our puny minds could comprehend." His finger waggled. "Remember Tsun Tsu (know your enemy and you know yourself.) And A foe is only a friend you have not introduced yourself to, our base belief."

And he looked down at the three eyed creature slinking towards them. "You see 'B' here comes another perspective friend." He kneels, and utters the same words as before. "Map, house cat, water, limousine, Space, and Hovercraft." He then offers his hand in friendship. He looks at the guest moving up to their position. "Your friend is coming to greet us, very diplomatic and, protective."

by **Blodrike** » Sat Dec 21, 2019 10:39 pm

"Ooooh, I'm soooo glad you like them!" Freya squealed with giddy delight—nothing made her happier than being complimented on her nation's culture or cuisine. For foreign visitors to this secluded realm, many were in for a rude culture shock, whether it was the staple diet of animal blood and guts, or the inability of most people to read and write, or the insistence on outdated technologies. But the queen rejected modern civilization for a reason. While the high-tech, fast-paced globalized lifestyle brought with it many advantages, it also had its own share of issues like stress, pollution and cheap poor-quality imports. In Freya's mind, and the minds of most of her people, it was far preferable to live a simple carefree life than to take a gamble with scary alien contraptions like cars or computers... or refrigeration.

"I'd send you a whole shipload if you'd like! The only problem, I'm not sure how to keep them fresh for the whole voyage. Sure, I could pack them in ice, but freezing the meatballs would make them all soggy."

Then she remembered she had brought along a copy of her cookbook, a small non-descript volume bound with a dark leather cover and silver-edged pages. It contained the recipe for the meatballs, as well as other delicacies native to Freya's land.

"Hey, I've got another idea! Why don't I give you the recipe? It tells you exactly how to make them, even if you have no experience whatsoever, and you'll be able to have as much as you want. Here, have this." Freya handed the cookbook to Ambrosia. "Oh, and if you're not comfortable with eating horses, then beef will do."

Astrid simply listened and nodded as Ambrosia explained her reasons for abstaining from blood. "Well, to each their own," she said.

The Chief Computer opened her notebook and wrote down her address: Drottningsborgveien 1-2, Nattfjord, Blodrike (for those not familiar, Drottningsborgveien 1 was the address of Queen Freya's palace—the Chief Computer had her own office within it). Then she detached the page and gave it to Ambrosia.

"It's been a pleasure getting to know you. Here, have my contact. If you have any questions in math, physics, chemistry, nature or mechanics, just send them my way, and my team of computers will have the answer in no time."

To Freya's surprise, Ambrosia was quite the celebrity vampire. She seemed to know everybody at that table—the Miroslavskys, the Amenrian man, the talking anthropomorphic canine with her cub—and was juggling multiple conversations at once. Freya herself had another conversation to tend to: Kazimir seemed to be interested in her nation's transportation. While she wanted to keep being with Ambrosia, she also couldn't resist rambling on about her steam engines to those who showed an interest. In addition, it would be an opportunity to sit a little closer to the pretty First Lady. So the queen decided to excuse herself from Ambrosia's group for a while.

"Hey Ambie, I hope you don't mind if I chat with Kaz and Feodora over there for a bit. You can come join us if you want." Freya and Astrid then got up and approached the Zitravgradian couple.

Freya took the bait, hook and all. To her, this was a direct invitation to talk about her steam-powered transportation, which she just couldn't shut up about. When it came to most topics in science or mathematics, the queen was utterly clueless. But steam technology was an exception—Freya knew her locomotives and zeppelins like the back of her hand.

"A little over three days," she answered proudly, as if she were a mother showing off her child's accomplishments. "That's more than twice as fast as an ocean liner. And at 50 knots, this trip set a new speed record for my flying ships. Astrid, could you please show them what I'm talking about?" The Chief Computer handed Freya a rolled-up sheet of paper from her lab coat pocket.
(OOC: 50 knots = 92.6 km/h)

"Thanks again, Computer!" Freya unfurled the paper, revealing a blueprint of a fish-shaped vehicle. The machine had a passenger compartment at the bottom, which looked like a miniature sailing ship thanks to a row of porthole windows. Attached to the stern (rear) was a large propeller for driving the ship forward, and smaller propellers were installed on the port (left) and starboard (right) sides to provide steering. At the bow (front) was an exhaust funnel shaped like a dragon's head, to allow smoke and steam from the engines to escape. For scale, the blueprint also contained a drawing of a steam locomotive, and the flying machine was nearly 10 times as big.

"Isn't she a beauty?" said Freya. "For a long time, we thought there'd never be a way for us land-lubbers to get off the ground and take to the skies like the majestic birds and the mighty dragons. We had hot-air balloons already, but they were at the complete mercy of the wind, and the fuel source would burn out quite quickly. Then one day, I was traveling in my train, watching the clouds of steam come from the funnel. So I had an idea: let's take a balloon and put a steam engine on it. And eureka, the flying ship was born. Now, it wasn't always smooth sailing. There was the problem of how to change altitude while maintaining speed. The solution I came up with, was to use two sets of boilers that could be controlled independently. So one set supplies steam to the engines that drive the propellers, while the other set heats the air in the envelope to provide lift. There are also valves that can be opened or closed, to let out hot air. This is super useful when you want to land her. And she's powered by whale oil, which burns with more energy than the same weight in coal, allowing her to go further on a full tank."

Astrid couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, upon listening to Freya talk so effortlessly about her invention. For the most part, this was something that the queen designed on her own, with the Computers only helping with calculations and measurements. "Congratulations Freya, you've really outdone yourself with this one," she said.

"Aww, you're the best!" came Freya's reply. The queen gave Astrid a big hug, which the Chief Computer gladly returned.

by **Valentine Z** » Sun Dec 22, 2019 2:18 am

The Valentian Dinner – The Guest tending!

Karevka wrote:
"Barely 20%, for a country of 720 million people. We have wind and solar farms but never enough to displace gas and oil. My initiatives are going too slow and there's always interference from the private sector and foreign corporations. People don't seem to want to change. I've got threats in the mail, statues, and plaques defaced." Artyom went on, "Karevka may have very strict regulations and state control but there are loopholes that are kept open by bribes." He failed to mention that he could simply have the State Security Directorate "take care of" the lobbyists and the dissenters but that would worsen his situation. Tears started to form as he continued. "The damn greed, the futility of it all. It won't make a difference. Not when China, India, and America continue down the path their going on. I should've just listened, I should've just, just..." he trailed off as his voice choked up with emotion. He kept it hidden. He needed to appear strong for the people. He ignored the recommendations of his own doctor, his cabinet. The threats, the foreign harassment and so much overwhelmed Komissarov as he tried to continue. He knew he wasn't an angel. He knew that he used the SSD to do certain tasks for his political benefit. That didn't matter, that was about matters smaller than the fate of mankind. He started up again. "Oh God, the warring, climate change all of it feels like a lead weight in my soul." He let go of trying to seem "manly" and sobbed openly. "Damn it! I just want the whole thing to come down! I'm sorry. I haven't talked to anyone about this." he finished and picked up a napkin on the bar using it to wipe his nose. "I'm sorry."

Germaine would listen to the woes of the man more and more. She did not mind anyway, since she is aware that while Valentine Z might not have as much conflicts as everywhere else, it is still inevitable that the leaders in the other worlds would have to deal with infuriating tasks on a daily basis. Just as she was about to pour another drink, Germaine realised that his voice was trailing off. She turned around to notice a few tears forming on his face, along with him sobbing openly. Maybe he just thought that the leaders should not get too emotional, but for the Valentians, it is absolutely normal for the leaders to cry out, though this might be the first time Germaine have seen someone cry. Even for her, she was a little lost on how she would go about with this one.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Athena “Mercy De Herzhafter Schutzengel” Sylvi Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Rx J. Hailie Ziegler Halls Constance Pauletta Ginevra Lola Lauran Ambra Tschanz: There, there, I understand your woes, Mr. Artyom! Don’t need to worry about all of this, you know? I mean, people have to cry out now and then, when push comes to shove, and when things are… not working too well. I can only sympathise with you, my friend. The thought and the problem of pollution, that is quite a big one for many nations, I have heard. On the bright side, I will say that you are actually doing a pretty good job by not having the SSD involved, or anything of that sort. [At that moment, she finished pouring fresh beer into Artyom’s glass] Now then, from what I can tell, it is inevitable that there will always be greedy businessmen all around the world, and it is unfortunate that your world got quite a lot as well. With that said, I am not sure that having the SSD or the secret agents taking care of things will be helpful. What I will suggest is to go to the root of the problem. The laws are already in place and it should be working, but you will want to look at the loopholes again, and to stop corruption dead in its tracks. See if you can have your secret service search for financial records or any other kinds of corruption, and you weed them out. I personally think that will be the better way of taking care of things. Now, I got you another drink, though please do drink responsibly! If you are feeling too much of a hangover, just let me know, and I will fix you right up!

Germaine would continue to tend around the bar even more, not knowing and being aware of what’s going to come to her later.

Nu Alaska wrote:
Mai Chie nodded. "Indeed. It is very hard to find good conversation lately. Though for me it might just be because I am usually very busy..."
She seemed to have a formal, long way of speaking.

Kiri still smiled. "Yeah, Ren's shy. She doesn't talk much. I guess she might be scared by someone so tall, but I promise it's not just you."

"I hope you enjoy your evening too!" Sakura said. "Just because you're the host doesn't mean you don't get to have fun. Come on down Kiri, we should go inside and see who else is here."

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Hehe, thank you! Please, go on in! I won't bite, hehe.

Valentijn would then turn back to the entrance, to a rather unsettling and metal-grinding noise and roar of an engine. Something he knew that it is either going to be trouble, or war... or just a really pollutive vehicle. Probably the latter, he thought.[/spoiler]

HIreland wrote:
Punctuality meant as little to the Drunken-most as personal hygiene or rational thought. His car sputtered along, its parts holding together out of habit alone. Thick black smoke spewed from the tailpipe, single-handedly preventing Valentine Z from meeting it’s emissions goal. Sporadically some of the asbestos gaskets would blow, creating a noise like a gunshot crack and emptying enough carcinogens into the surrounding air to put the entire neighborhood on chemo. The car somehow managed to buck up and down despite the complete lack of potholes in the road, scattering litter throughout the interior. Discarded beer bottles crashed into each other, occasionally dislodging fragments of the obscene amount of crud which coated everything in the car. A fragment containing beer chips a quarter of a century old and deep-fried trilobites from the Devonian dislodged itself from the Drunken-most’s seat and landed with a neat plop in his beer. The next bump sent the entire obscene concoction washing over his clothes, perhaps the first time they had ever been washed in anything. When the car pulled to a stop Gary the Drunken-most had removed his jacket and was attempting to wring the concoction back into his mug. Grabbing his drink, he not so much as stepped but oozed out of the car. The action of stopping had dislodged a complete spinosaurus skeleton from the geological strata of mud accumulated under the rear fenders, which was a major paleontological find for all of about ten seconds before the Drunken-most’s driver backed over it. Gary’s face was flabby with fat and red, with his nose flabbiest and reddest of all, giving him an appearance of a bulldog wearing clown makeup, if one discounted the rest of his body, which could only be described as spherical. It was once thought that large dinosaurs like the stegosaurus had a second brain in their hindquarters to make up for the long time it would take for nerve impulses to reach their head. Dissolved in alcohol, Gary’s nerve signals took far longer to reach his head than a stegosaurus’, and it was debatable whether he had a first brain, much less a second. The result was a reaction time that was measured in minutes, sometimes hours depending on how drunk he was. His levels of drunkenness varied from “extremely inebriated” to “embalmed”. Often this resulted in him not reacting to anything at all, which on the sliding scale of sentience would put him somewhere between a bacteria and a houseplant. Due to this Gary is subject to a caveat in quantum mechanics, as he is not smart enough to count as an observer and can therefore do all the things a quantum wavefunction can when he’s alone or surrounded by his own kind. It was by this loophole that he was able to drive from the world HIreland exists in to the Earth of Valentine Z, while remaining entirely ignorant of the phenomenon. Either that or reality itself is drunk in HIreland. To him there seemed to be nothing peculiar about existing in two bars at once or consuming a probability wave of drinks. He didn’t know anything about science, and he didn’t know anything about religion either, but that didn’t stop him from barging into a random building every Sunday (and Monday and Tuesday...) and demanding communion. Communion was the only part of Catholicism that remained in HIreland’s national religion, free beer. Gary’s IV kept him perpetually inebriated, but that was not satisfaction for his ape brain (what there was left of it). He had come to get drunk the old fashioned way at no detriment to his wallet, as was his religious custom. A globe whelmed up in front of him, there was some writing on the bottom. Something important enough to be put out on a plaque in front must be directions to the bar. A disappointed drunken-most headed past the useless plaque about a war or something and found himself standing in a room full of… people… and things… and that was all the thought his brain put into it because he had just spotted the bar. He headed straight for it, ignoring everything and everyone, and upon reaching it thumped his fist on the counter and demanded alcohol, immediately, coating everything in his immediate surroundings with a fine layer of spittle and making his flabby face flap up and down like jello on a speaker. Anticipating the need to be able to pick from a list and consume fluids, both activities currently above Gary’s mental capacities, his built-in IV lowered his blood alcohol count to levels only slightly above what would kill a normal human or elephant.

Valentijn would be right in that regard. There was indeed an extremely pollutive vehicle roaring down the streets of Valentine Z, creating black smoke and stench of death along the way. Unfortunately for a few of the passing-by Valentians, they were caught by the smoke and would held their noses for quite a duration, wishing that it would simply pass as soon as possible. Fortunately, the pollutants trigger the active environmental control systems that were placed throughout Valentine Z. These devices were placed inside lamppoles, buildings, and in most of the infrastructures non-intrusively, and their job was simple – to suck away the pollutants or to neutralise them. First, a good 90% of the smog was able to be sucked into these devices to be processed for later. As for the other 10% of the pollutants, due to them either being volatile or diffusing too quickly, the systems sprayed anti-pollutant agents that neutralise these specific types of chemicals, to the specific amounts that it needed.

Whoever was doing that behind the wheel would be utterly disappointed that their method of polluting the wondrous world of Valentine Z has failed. Or at the very least, they should be relieved that their car is not causing a lot more damage as they feared it would.

In the meantime, Michelle received a distress signal from the patrolling policeman on the Valentian roads, as well as by several guards around Valentijn's home.

1st Commander Michelle Karen Kassandra Zann Harley Iliana “Nezastavitelná Síla” Breya Angelina Jayne Valérie Vítková Breanna Shirley Geigen Deborah Beveline Tegan Evelyn Saniya Pavlína: [On the radio] 10-4, we have a drunk driver on the loose. Identity is unknown? Hmm, it's possibly one of Valentijn's guests.

1st Sgt. Gustav Ernest Desmond Jefferson “Grūdintas Kareivis” Canice Aldrick Žilvinas Alannis Florijonas Nojus Hs. Kristofora Justin R. B. Di. Skirgaila Ažuolas Steponas Vytautas Ambraziejus: [Radio] I'm not sure what we can do for the time being. We can't just sit out here while this guy is endangering other people's lives!

1st Commander Michelle Karen Kassandra Zann Harley Iliana “Nezastavitelná Síla” Breya Angelina Jayne Valérie Vítková Breanna Shirley Geigen Deborah Beveline Tegan Evelyn Saniya Pavlína: [Radio] Keep it as it is for now. We will keep watch of him, and we will tell Valentijn about it. Over and out.

Gary would come into the front yard of Valentijn's home, presumably with the strongest stench of alcohol that would set everyone into a drunken haze just from the smell alone.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well, I'm glad I can shut off the smell receptors on this suit… who is this guy? Jamie?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Darling, I have no idea myself, to be honest… he seems to be… ahh, I got it! Gary, from Hlreland. I am not even sure why we have invited him, to be honest, but I suppose that we simply wanted to cater for everyone involved, hm hm! I will have to say, the smell is making me a little… hazed up, as you people would say!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: It's making you drunk as well? Damn…

He would then shift his attention to Gary, greeting him, though taking caution.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Greetings, and welcome to my humble-

Before he could finish his sentence, the drunkard ran into the building… or at least, towards the entrance. Valentijn heightened his senses and made one simple leap towards him.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: You, STOP! Do not go one step further!

Making sure that no one else would be under his hands, Valentijn thought quickly and slammed his large hand at the entrance of the home, blocking Gary from going further (at least, drunkedly stumbling) inside. The sudden movement from Valentijn, coupled with him slamming his hand onto the ground, would trigger a small tremor in the immediate vicinity, including Valentijn's home itself, as well as in the surrounding areas.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I said HALT! Now, let's not be rude with each other, all right? I will cut to the formalities… I am Valentijn. Your host for tonight, and let me just tell you this, my friend. What you did there, it was not cool. The Valentians all around here, we are all nice people, but don't think for a second that you can be rude and pass through us. I will keep a tight eye on you. Augustine! Please check if this guy has any weapons. Jacob… get ready.

By that phrase, Jacob would quietly nod his head and prepare a shotgun, not aimed at Gary the Drunk, but simple getting ready as Valentijn told him to. Even for a guest, they did not want to take any possible chances of him being a terrorist. And a quick analysis from Angeline would further make Gary a danger, especially if fire is involved.

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: I honestly have never seen someone like this before if I am to be honest with you all! His body… it's mostly alcohol. Wayyy beyond the levels that is possible for a human being. That's not to say that he is not a human being, but it's amazing on what is inside of him.

Michelle acknowledged, along with Augustine turning up nothing on the weapon check, Valentijn decided to let him go, with a few parting messages.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well, well… maybe you just want to get to the bar quickly, so… I see no weapons on you. At least, nothing as of now. Please oh please don't try anything stupid, or you will be out of here. Look, I have a degree of trust on you, and I hope you can make sure that you don't lose all of them tonight at this dinner. Everyone is having fun, and so can you! But only if you are nice. Welcome, then.

With the drunk staggering his way inside, Valentijn would motion Valentina to go inside.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I still have a couple of guests to look forward to, so… err, I would like you to check on him, make sure is everything, you know?

Valentina “De Sierlijke en Vrij High Valkyrie ov Valentine Z” Anastasia Freya Ada. Jolin Annelijn Caitlin Trijntje Crystal Clarice Constance Judy Voi. Nexitros Annile. Teresa Thida Myat Yadana Aye: Ahh, that's good! I wanted to talk to Ambrosia and the rest of the folks inside and in the garden as well. Sure thing, Val!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Thanks! I just hope that all of this goes well!

The United Nations Of Europa wrote:
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The chancellor's vehicle pulled up to the front of the White House and slowly stopped at the stairs of the building. The vehicle was an Audi A8 made specifically to transport the chancellor of the UNE. Unlike the usual luxury vehicle for sale, it was an armored version of the original beautiful Audi vehicle. Outside it was hard to tell that the vehicle was different from a normal A8, but with some fine engineering from the Germans, anything was possible. It was no American presidential car but for Europe, it was more than plenty. Inside the vehicle was Chancellor Schulte and her 2 guards that accompanied her along the ride. She was here for the Valentian dinner that was being held tonight. The Valentians were good friends of her and she was excited to be with them again. One of her guards left the car and opened the door for her. Schulte got out of the car and took a good look at the White House. She took a deep breath as she gazed at the building. She was wearing a long-sleeved laced blue dress with black tights. She noticed other guests had been a lot fancier in their clothing than she was. She didn't mind much though. The way her mother raised her made her interest in fancy things very low. Inside the White House, the atmosphere was lively. Chatter could be heard from every angle along with the music being played. The aroma of food and even the wine was wafted through the air. This was indeed a grand gathering that only the Valentians could pull off.

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"It's been a while since I was here last time. I can't wait to see Valentijn again. Oh, I heard Clarissa will be here too!" Schulte turned to her guards, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's head inside." Schulte walked up the stairs to the front entrance where she was immediately stuck in awe as she saw the large globe culture. The White House was a lot more extravagant since the last time she was here. The three walked into the main room where all the other guests were. Tables lined the room with music traveling through the air. An extremely large cake was the elephant in the room though. Schulte had never seen anything like it. "Do you guys see that? I never knew cakes could be that big?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Schulte noticed the tall figures that were Valentijn and Clarissa. Schulte quickly ran to the two with her guards following behind, "Valentijn! Clarissa! It's been so long!"

Another vehicle would pull over to the front yard, with Valentijn having no idea who at first. Jamie and Angeline then guessed that it would probably be a guest that they would have known from a while back.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Any idea who they could be?

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: I might have a few guesses and ideas on who, but I would rather not spoil the answer.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Looking at the list… it could be… could be Chancellor Linda. You know, the one from Europa?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимый, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Ahh, then? It's been a while since I have met them, haha! I am hoping that it's them, of course!

And just like that, a woman came out of the vehicle, along with a couple of other guards. She was wearing a long-sleeved laced blue dress with black tights. Not as prominent as the others, but just as elegant. She would walk up to Valentijn and Clarissa holding each other's arms and looking at the front. Schulte quickly ran to the two with her guards following behind, "Valentijn! Clarissa! It's been so long!"

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Ahh, hello there, my friend! Chancellor Linda! It's been sooo very long, how are you doing? I hope that things have been going well for you?

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Ooooh! Hello there, Ms. Schulte! It's been a while, and I am glad that you are able to be here! Don't worry, you are not late! The party's still open, you know?

Her guards would presumably be a little unsettled by the sizes of the Valentians, but Valentijn knows just how to approach that. After all, he is used to it at this point.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Welcome once again, and thank you for attending my party! For you, Chancellor, I am just very glad that you can make it. As for your guards, they can come with you, of course! Rest assured that the Valentians themselves won't do anything bad to you, and it will all be in good fun! With that said, there are other guests and visitors as well, but they are more or less unarmed, or just has non-lethal items for self-defense. Either way, I can assure you that no one will be trying anything for the night. Now, please, come on in! I would hate to get you waiting outside.

Lutvikkia wrote:
As the Lutvikkian VTOL lightly touched down, the pilot called for Drudge Hillann, and his Gadge to prepare for departure. All last minute adjustments to uniforms and representation regalia, were made as the ramp unfolded. The low scream of the VTOL's four engines made talking impossible, however the two exchanged looks of complement to each other.
Walking towards the main building gate, Hillann handed the gift to B'Vallion, to present to the hosts.
"Do your best, and I will sweat all the rest." He chuckled softly. "I am after all, the one who has the daunting task of making Lutvikkia look good." His slight laugh within the sentence was reassuring to B'Vallion. "You, my friend, have the slightly less arduous task of making me look good."
B'Vallion paused for a moment. "I shall endeavor to do my best sir."
"Thrullias, have no fear, we learn by doing. I assure you we will do fine, enjoy the state dinner, and just relax." Hillann paused and looked at B'Vallion. "At least wait till I look like I have relaxed, looks better that way. Besides I will nod to you, when it is appropriate."
They arrived upon the door step, and rang the bell.

Right after the Chancellor made her way inside Valentijn's home, another group of people would come on in, with them ringing the bell. Valentijn already saw the VTOL touching down at a distance, so he already know that this was less of an invasion, and more of a crew of visitors coming in, just like with the other who are making grand entrances.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: That would be our new friends from Luivikkia, it seems. Oh sorry, Lutivikkia. I spelt that wrongly.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимый, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Hmm, fascinating! I have not seen any of them before, so… this would be a great opportunity to see them!

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Drudge Illieus Hixxus Hillann… not as convoluted as our names, thank goodness for that!

Valentijn would kneel down in front of the front yard and open the gates with his hands.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Hello there, my friends! Ahh, glad to see you around! You must be our new guests, and you must be Mr. Drudge, from what I have read from the RSVP. Welcome, welcome! Please, do make yourself way in, and don't worry about a thing on your time here. No one will be getting violent, of course! It is just a dinner. Do be mindful of the other guests around, but I hope that they won't bother you too much.

As he saw Drudge and Gadge made their way inside and past security, just like with the Chancellor, Valentijn would sigh a relief as he looked out to the front yard again, hoping and expecting a few other guests.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Clarri, I am glad that it is working for us so far! So many colourful guests, you know? You gotta make sure that they play well. And so far…. I think it's pretty okay, maybe minus that drunken dude.

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Hm hm! Don't worry, my dear! Everything will be fine!

Inside Valentijn's home would be Valentina still following Gary around, while Germaine would be consoling Artyom, while tending to the two new friends from Khorozon.

Khoronzon wrote:
The two Khoronzonite leaders spent their time hanging around the bar, with Narcissus ordering Lead Ambassador Germaine around to make incredibly specific and elaborate concoctions while holding a vague semblance of conversation with Iranon, who was firmly stuck in a trance, eyes rolled back into his head as he asked nonsensical questions in his dreamlike voice while motioning at some indefinite object on the ceiling which only he could see. A faint, multi-coloured halo swirled around his head, while a thin white mist rose out of his eyes.

"I think it sees me," he said in a blank tone, leaving Narcissus to guess what "it" was. "It's looking at me, telling me to come closer. Can you see it?"

"As clearly as day," the Emperor retorted, the sarcasm in his voice completely flying over the Minister's head. He pulled his glass over from across the counter, retrieved a flask from underneath his shawl, and poured a few drops of its contents into the glass, creating a black swirl inside the faintly amber-coloured mixture. After gently shaking the glass, the swirl burst outward, turning the drink a murky, dark red. Before he could take a sip, however, Chimaira suddenly perked up on his shoulder, presumably in response to the commotion across the bar. Its three eyes opened, all facing forward to stare at Gary, the Drunken-most of HIreland, as he lumbered towards the door, calling out at the new arrivals in garbled, incoherent speech, presumably asking them to get him some beers. "What do you think you're doing, Chimaira? Leave him be, he'll probably just try to eat you."

"Ffffrrrrrrrrrrrr." Chimaira tilted its head inquisitively before slithering down from Narcissus' shoulders and onto the floor, moving away from the bar in the direction of the entrance. Narcissus sighed, placing his hand behind Iranon's head. A small black wisp coursed down his arm before exploding in a faint burst in his palm. Iranon laughed softly as he fell asleep, while the halo around his head grew brighter and clearer. The Emperor then downed his glass and took off from the bar, his first steps slightly shaky and imbalanced after his drink, as he attempted to retrieve his pet. He was slightly worried that it would have drawn unwanted attention to itself, but thankfully few people seemed to have noticed, and most of those who did were probably accustomed to seeing odd creatures such as this in any case.

It was becoming less of a mix of liquids meant for people to take in relaxing or desperate times, and more of "What in blazes is this?" And that was exactly in Germaine's head. She was able to get the ingredients to honor the orders, but it is no surprise that she is quietly scratching her head at what the Khoronzonites have ordered.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Athena “Mercy De Herzhafter Schutzengel” Sylvi Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Rx J. Hailie Ziegler Halls Constance Pauletta Ginevra Lola Lauran Ambra Tschanz: Ahh, haha, right away, my friends! Just err… please give me a few moments, hm? [Quietly to herself] What the hell has these folks been drinking?

As she prepared the Khoronzonites' orders, she also made a backup drink in case something goes horribly wrong – 1/4 Vodka, 1/3 Gin, 1/3 Moonshine, 1/12 Soda, amongst some other. She hoped that she made the right drinks and otherwise, there's still another drink for them without them waiting. After all, it's all on the house!

Germaine also paid a lot of attention to Gary from Hlreland, while quietly giving herself an adrenaline shot and an alcohol neutralizer for her body. The smell alone was making her drunk.

@ Bloodshade, Blodrike, Fallen Albali, Zitravgrad…

In the meantime, Valentina was still looking at Gary, but she drifted away and set her mind on a few other folks around her. She wanted to talk to Ambrosia, Freya, Amaki, and the Zitravgradians. It's been a long while since they have talked to them, perhaps save on the international grounds a few times. She made a move and after giving Gary one last look behind her mask, Valentina walked slowly towards the guests that were in her mind, while also taking mind and care not to step on the other guests – most of them talking to themselves, others looking up at her and fascinated by her size.

Valentina found herself together with Ambrosia, and kneeled down and talked to her, as well as to the other women.

Valentina “De Sierlijke en Vrij High Valkyrie ov Valentine Z” Anastasia Freya Ada. Jolin Annelijn Caitlin Trijntje Crystal Clarice Constance Judy Voi. Nexitros Annile. Teresa Thida Myat Yadana Aye: Hello there, my friends! Aww, glad to see you all here, haha! Are you all enjoying the party so far? Ambrosia, you look fantastic! Now, would you like to come outside with me? We can meet the rest in the playground and in the gardens! I mean, if you guys would love to, of course! Otherwise, it's fine, I guess I can sit down here and talk to you as well!

Valentina made herself outside and approached the playground. Giving herself enough space, she would lie down on the massive grassfield of a garden, lying on her chest, and facing her party guests. She would wait and look forward to talk to more guests that she found along the way, or the ones that she would call to come towards her.

by **Arkeyana** » Sun Dec 22, 2019 9:59 pm

The White House
Anyone outside of The White House would hear a faint rumble far above in the sky, before a shape that seamlessly blended in with the night sky pierced the clouds. What appeared to be a massive flying wing aircraft, with a wingspan easily over a hundred meters, slowed to a halt and floated perfectly level and still over the building. What happened next was equally odd, a port opened in the underside of the aircraft and emitted a vast cloud of what looked like a fine golden dust, that appeared to shift and billow of its own accord, before beginning to coalesce into golden filaments that began stretching towards the ground, clustering, and winding and wrapping around each other, the filaments eventually wrapped together to form arms, legs, a torso, and a head, followed by several lengthy gold tendrils that sprouted from the back like wings. Near the mass of strings, three conflagrations of light formed. When they faded, three figures were revealed. The first was a 2.5 meter tall, formally dressed humanoid robot. The next two were a pale, raven-haired woman wearing a pitch-black, conservative dress, and a small, knifelike drone that hovered above the woman's shoulder.

In order, these attendants were the Angelnet Zakaiel, an Avatar of the ASI "Utopia", the Laniakean Alliance Diplomat Altia Sekra, and her Knife Drone companion.

The massive aircraft began to ascend silently, without as much as a rumble or glow of engines, before it tipped to perfectly vertical and shot off, slamming through the clouds and back up into the night sky.

Together, the four Arkeyanans began to approach Valentijn, with the robot taking the lead and looking up.
"Greetings, Valentijn. I am an Avatar of the Superintelligence "Utopia", of the Federation of Arkeyana. With me is the diplomat Altia and the Angelnet Zakaiel." it said, the other two nodding in greeting.

by **Ignis States** » Mon Dec 23, 2019 2:36 pm

Near the very edge of the table, a pocket of air roughly the size of the average person begins to hum, vibrating with heat as a bluish light radiates from it. Slowly but surely, a slice in the fabric of reality itself opens up as a furred hand pokes through, seemingly ensuring that everything is all clear. Without further ado, an Ignisian with somewhat messy hair coming down to his hips, green eyes, and a tall, graceful figure emerges, a clear look of exhaustion on his face.
Okay, he had to leave for a bit to handle some.....issues. But at least he's finally back. Brushing some of the more tattered strands of flowing caramel out of his face, Zen begins to look for a good place to sit down, his imperial robes slowly repairing themselves from the burnt rags that they were rendered to.

Gods, that was perhaps the hardest fight of his life.....but at least he managed to NOT die. Adjusting the wedding ring on his finger, an eerie purple glow emanating from the ruby in the center, the fox plops himself down at the nearest empty seat, an exasperated sigh bursting from his lips as he takes in the sights around him.
So tranquil, in a sense.....Just the kind of thing he needs to help unwind from his battle.
Though who should he talk to first...?

by **Lutvikkia** » Wed Dec 25, 2019 3:27 am

To you, our gracious host, Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing:

Drudge Hillann: "I am authorized to give you this gift from our Illustrious leader, and a grateful nation."
What he held out was a foot tall circular stone of Luccite, on a metallic and wooden base. The stone was clear and crystal blur in color.

Drudge Hillann: "This Lucite stone has been harmonically aligned to its owner. All you need do is touch the crystal and a 'non audible' frequency will attune to your biorhythms. It will send a harmonic thrum that calms, and soothes you, without making an annoying noise. Think of it as an old 'night light' for kids."

Drudge Hillann, and Gadge B'Vallion, stood by to observe his reaction.

by **Wolflandil** » Thu Dec 26, 2019 6:40 pm

Tsar Tadeusz silently observes the events folding around him. Tadeusz usually would have had a plethora of people either challenge or pay their respects, being in the shadows isnt the most natural feeling, but it is the feeling he preferred. He knew that the only being in the dining room who understood clearly who he was was Rosaline, who feared, loved and hated him all at the same time. Tadeusz poured his tea into the teacup found at his seat, and took a small sip. A small gold locket fell out of his uniform's breast pocket, and drops onto the colf floor: something Senator Raftaliva took instant notice. Her joyous smile instantly faded at the sight of the locket slamming into the ground. On the floor, the locket was open to a picture of a young wolfic girl who wasnt any older than 12, in a purple Wolfic Army Dress Uniform. Tadeusz's sister. Tadeusz looks down at the locket, a small tear rolling down from his eye. Rosaline grabs the locket closing it before giving it back to Tadeusz."You never told me what happened to her, your Majesty. It's been over Thirty years. I deserve to know what happened to someone i once called my best friend." Purple sparkles begin fluttering around Tadeusz, His ability specific of a warning of great distress. Shimmers of purple light shine from his body, as Rosaline tries to back away. She knows if she gets even glanced by his aura her body would feel like she was thrown into lava. The shining light ceases, as Tadeusz says to her with a very soft tone, "You are all I have of left of Angelina. You were her first love interest, and the only one she lived long enough to have. She was killed in the Slava War. I was in the Fields of Lupaskala, serving as a medic. I was a lutenant, my sister the same rank as myself. I was only nine, but my healing ability was already on tier with many of the medics already serving. Angelina was already an elite tier at the age of 12. I was in an army field hospital, which was under attack from the pirates. A cannon was fired directly at me, as I tried to evacuate wounded soldiers... She took the shot dead on, disintegrating half of her-" Tadeusz's chair was now black as the void of space, with purple vines glowing from it. Rosaline embraces him as he stands from the chair. A pink bubble takes the chair out of the room, and brings back a fresh chair from Tadeusz's ship. "I really hope they dont ask questions on the replacement chair. And please, of my ability starts getting even mildly destructive, use your ability dampener on me. Every point counts." He was clearly changing the subject, to hide his obvious greif.

by **Zitravgrad** » Sun Dec 29, 2019 2:31 pm

"A revolutionary of a certain variant... interesting... but I still do not suppose we are of the same breed. But let us not go into the details. I would rather not discuss revolutionary concepts in a party setting." Miroslavsky smiled and narrowed his eyes -- a falsified gesture of openness. To untrained minds, he seemed almost too comfortable to be around, especially with that lingering scent of rose water aftershave. But to people that saw other people through, he was enigmatic and dangerous. "And I have to comment that this might have been the result of not having a competent second-in-command. Still... I am not claiming to know what happened at that time. Victors write history... and the rest of destiny for those who remain."

He reacted very lightly to the cat bumping into his chest, calmly squishing him by the rear as recommended by a veterinarian somewhere on the internet and putting him back on the table. His wife heaved a rushed sign before she would pull out a clothes brush out of his pocket to brush the cat fur off his suit. Of course, he had to have the brush with him nearly all the time. Animal furs did get stuck on him too often... especially when he couldn't leave the new "puppy" home. Miroslavsky looked on the floor and found the said puppy, with it having followed him from the car. It was an adorable white puppy, with absolutely nothing wrong with it apart from it having three heads on its small body. How it withstood the weight of three heads on one tiny body was a good question still unanswered.

"My apologies... this one is not related to our conversation." said the Zitravgradian as he picked up the puppy with a much gentler hand than when he squished Salem. "This is my new puppy... I would call it by three names but this would be a mouthful for you, so just call it Cerberus. It is a conjoined triplet -- the poor thing is a result of nuclear mutation. Also, I must express sincere condolences that I cannot compare my standard of 'war crimes' to yours and explain that to Ambrosia. You see... we are from different worlds with a different attitude."

Feodora then reached her hands out for the puppy, all without seeming afraid like she initially was at the sight of Salem. A talking cat was out of the world for her, but a conjoined triplet dog was not. It was something explainable in her world ~~and frankly this pupper was more adorable than Salem.~~ As soon as the puppy was picked up, it wagged its tail and looked around the table with all its six eyes and saw the black cat. Excited at a sight of a potential new friend, the puppy barked. It would be a soft, small bork, but threefold the noise of a normal bork.

"Look how friendly it is." said Miroslavsky, almost with a visible delight. He knew this thing wouldn't be able to chomp anything remotely bigger than itself, but it had quite a bork that would annoy Salem into a corner. "Why are you backing away, Mr. Salem? It won't even bite."

Bloodshade wrote:The moment Salem stopped speaking, he realized that his body was being pulled back by some otherworldly source but he quickly realized that Ambrosia was slowly levitating him back to his original position, right in her embrace. Salem didn't bother to pull at the tablecloth or make any kind of scene. He just stared blankly at Kazimir and made sure to keep his composure.

"My turn to speak to the grown ups, kitty. Anyways, I've been doing rather splendidly until this kitten decided to speak but I'd rather not delve into insignificant matters. My feelings don't matter! I'm more interested in how you two are feeling. How are things back home? Have the kids done anything naughty? Do any of them want to become astronauts? Hey, if one of them is interested in magic, I could teach them! Don't worry, they'll be responsible magic users! I'll make sure of that...Sorry, I got a bit too excited. I'm sure you've got your own plans for your children.

Ambrosia let out a huff just to vent that bit of excitement she had about educating Kazimir's and Feodora's children. While teaching mechanics, economics, mathematics and the languages to her students back home was rather fulfilling, it certainly wasn't as exciting as teaching someone the art of magic. Nothing could compare to the beauty of magic and while she wasn't exactly a religious woman, she was always eternally grateful to destiny for being able to practice magic and one day, hopefully teach someone how to use it.

"Also, if you don't mind, could you send this love letter to Zhen when you have the chance? I sent many back in the day but at one point, she stopped replying. I hope this one will light the fire in her heart. I put a lot of thought into it and carried it around with me all the time, just in case I met you two."

Ambrosia pulled a letter out of one of her dress's pockets and slid it over in front of Kazimir. The letter's content were as follows:

My dear Zhen

You're my blue crayon.

The one I never have enough of

The one I use to color my sky

I hope I can find such a crayon again

Because one can't have a sky as any other color

"Gah, I probably should've gotten a longer one but I don't know, I felt like this one was cute and quirky enough to get to her heart! Also, could you please just swipe this quickly into your suit? The others know I'm in an open relationship but you know, I'd rather not...inflame tensions."

" Our children? They are too young for us to ask what they want to do now. But I will take your offer into consideration." Feodora would nearly always be the first to answer if anyone inquired about her dear children. "But we are certainly doing well, thank you. We might actually have brought them along if they weren't busy with school and some... extra classes." It should be obvious that Feodora Alexandrovna expected so much from her children, despite seeming more like a coddling, spoiling kind of mother, much liker her parents before her.

"There is not much we can do to inspire them at the moment. I suppose we will just let them be children for now." Likewise, Kazimir Ivanovich was a strict father, albeit he was more willing to accept the limitations of children's mind. Still, it was not long until he would impose his ambition on them. "But you see... Countess... you know that you can count on me to be ambitious. But how about you? Marriage and children do not seem to be in your interest, despite how good you are with the youth. Quite a shame... but what can I do about that?"

Perhaps as an answer to his rhetoric question, Ambrosia passed him the love letter she wrote for Ms. Slakova. Miroslavsky chuckled lightly. He was not much of an acquaintance of Zheneyasil Alexandrovna, or her family, while his wife was a colleague of her sister Lyudimia Alexandrovna, a Red Cross medic. So he decided that Feodora should handle this, although he did agree to swipe it into his suit for now. "Well, well..." The Zitravgradian man sighed as he slipped the letter into his pocket. "What a foxy little lady you are... Two lovers in your radius and yet you have a letter for another... and I get to be your partner in crime too. Right, sweetheart?"

Feodora glanced at him, surprised that he would tolerate their friend's antic. But that was perhaps what made them friends at all. Meanwhile, the smol Cerb had ceased the bork as it wondered where Salem went. It was not that smart, yet. "I wouldn't claim to know these girls better than you do, but I guess the Slakova don't actually mind... if they aren't being constantly under workload. You know the State Audit -- they have no real business in the police but they are still in it, and work overtime."

Bloodshade wrote:Ambrosia was in her zone. She was calmly juggling conversations and entertaining everyone without a sweat. Thanks to the fact that she's a rather likable individual, Ambrosia was able to keep people's differences at bay and even Salem was doing his part, playing around with the ego of the Zitravgradian premier and his wife. However, there was one person in Ambrosia's mind that was missing out of the fun and she felt rather lonely not being able to interact with the rest. Ambrosia wasn't prepared when the Nehekharan goddess, Isis, decided to claw her way out of the deep recesses of her mind. During that process, Ambrosia was busy holding her head in pain while attempting fight back tears.

A dozen seconds later, wisps of what looked like a bright soul left Ambrosia's ear and all of a sudden, the goddess, Isis, had materialized right next to Ambrosia, levitating in the air with one leg on top of the other, with a smug smile on her face, like as if she was eternally proud of her own existence and was expecting someone to grovel. Of course, Isis had noticed Ambrosia was still reeling from the pain and went over to throw some meaningless apologies her way.

"Apologies my dear but I just simply wasn't content watching you interact with these lovely people. I count one, two, three, four, five, six and seven people that I can play around with as of now! Don't you worry though dear. No shenanigans! I promise! This is a dignified dinner we're at. I'd discipline anyone who thought it was a smart idea to ruin this evening but I'm sure the organizers have got that covered anyways!" - Isis

Salem went into an 'attack mode' posture to show the goddess that her presence wasn't welcome at all but didn't dare to jump at her. The two had some history with one another and none of it was positive. He and Ambrosia had their arguments but he despised seeing anyone bring Ambrosia discomfort. Only he had the privilege of doing that!

"Now who got the cat out of the damn bag?! It already reeks of arrogance in this room and I might as well pass out from the stench, you old hag! Get out of here before I wipe that smug smile with my claws. Oh how I wish I burnt your temples when I had the chance!" - Salem

"Oh, it's good to see you too but do control your tongue, Salem. It's been...what? 500 years since I last talked to you? I told you, if you'd simply worshiped me, you wouldn't be a cat. Instead, you could've have been an eternal king but...I'm sure it's comfortable being Ambrosia's pet." - Isis

It didn't take long for Isis to find the next person to pester. Unfortunately for Amaki, she'd be the first one to be verbally toyed with. The goddess took notice of the canine hybrid and was rather interested to see such a specimen that didn't look like a mangled blob of flesh like the Beastmen back on the planet she ruled (in her mind at least). She drifted over to Amaki, with her head hovering right next to Amaki's face, over her left shoulder, while her body was extended and levitating in the air, like as if she was lying down on her stomach on an invisible bed somehow

"My my, you're a pretty little thing. Strong too for a mortal! You could probably place this adorable little vampiress girlfriend of yours in a headlock and she wouldn't be able to do a thing but then again, I'm sure you value her too much to do such an awful thing!

Oh and who's this little creature? Your daughter? How adorable. I love seeing a family. A shame your daughter is missing one more parent but alas, single mothers exist and sometimes they do a better job than two parents. Don't let my words cut too deep! I've also had to take care of children on my own. Their just seems to be a lack of responsible gods nowadays. Most are interested in world domination. Me? I'm more than capable of taking care of children and turning a world into a paradise for all."

The Zitravgradian couple was somewhat concerned when the Countess suddenly held her head. But when the goddess materlized next to her, Miroslavsky rejected the situation in almost a handwaved manner. He was a lapsed Orthodox who """worshipped""" a national saint for nationalist reasons and Saint Yeruslan was better than dwelling in his head, if he was in this material plane at all. Feodora Alexandrovna, on the other hand, was an agnostic who was raised in some form of political occultism as a basis. The less detail about "Auestriker Polical Occultism", the better -- but it mostly included tarot cards and astrology thrown into "I disregard all previous established religions" and "Let us build a master race while avoiding Gernburg Convention". But it was safe to say that she wouldn't want to digest the idea of a goddess appearing in the same room with her. It was beyond physics or biology.

Seeing that Isis had taken to bothering Amaki, Miroslavsky would just watch his pet puppy yawning. Between these two canine-ish beings, Amaki was a grown adult while his puppy was a literal baby. Of course, he would let a grown woman take care of herself, with due respect. Similarly, he was certain that Ambrosia was an adult (in human years) and Salem was pretty much an ancient cat. He didn't consider the situation severe enough to do anything, although that ego put his to shame. In fact, it might even put Yeruslan and his partner Levonovsk, the bird of fate, to shame. He suddenly felt good about himself.

Blodrike wrote:Freya took the bait, hook and all. To her, this was a direct invitation to talk about her steam-powered transportation, which she just couldn't shut up about. When it came to most topics in science or mathematics, the queen was utterly clueless. But steam technology was an exception—Freya knew her locomotives and zeppelins like the back of her hand.

"A little over three days," she answered proudly, as if she were a mother showing off her child's accomplishments. "That's more than twice as fast as an ocean liner. And at 50 knots, this trip set a new speed record for my flying ships. Astrid, could you please show them what I'm talking about?" The Chief Computer handed Freya a rolled-up sheet of paper from her lab coat pocket.
(OOC: 50 knots = 92.6 km/h)

"Thanks again, Computer!" Freya unfurled the paper, revealing a blueprint of a fish-shaped vehicle. The machine had a passenger compartment at the bottom, which looked like a miniature sailing ship thanks to a row of porthole windows. Attached to the stern (rear) was a large propeller for driving the ship forward, and smaller propellers were installed on the port (left) and starboard (right) sides to provide steering. At the bow (front) was an exhaust funnel shaped like a dragon's head, to allow smoke and steam from the engines to escape. For scale, the blueprint also contained a drawing of a steam locomotive, and the flying machine was nearly 10 times as big.

"Isn't she a beauty?" said Freya. "For a long time, we thought there'd never be a way for us land-lubbers to get off the ground and take to the skies like the majestic birds and the mighty dragons. We had hot-air balloons already, but they were at the complete mercy of the wind, and the fuel source would burn out quite quickly. Then one day, I was traveling in my train, watching the clouds of steam come from the funnel. So I had an idea: let's take a balloon and put a steam engine on it. And eureka, the flying ship was born. Now, it wasn't always smooth sailing. There was the problem of how to change altitude while maintaining speed. The solution I came up with, was to use two sets of boilers that could be controlled independently. So one set supplies steam to the engines that drive the propellers, while the other set heats the air in the envelope to provide lift. There are also valves that can be opened or closed, to let out hot air. This is super useful when you want to land her. And she's powered by whale oil, which burns with more energy than the same weight in coal, allowing her to go further on a full tank."

Astrid couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, upon listening to Freya talk so effortlessly about her invention. For the most part, this was something that the queen designed on her own, with the Computers only helping with calculations and measurements. "Congratulations Freya, you've really outdone yourself with this one," she said.

"Aww, you're the best!" came Freya's reply. The queen gave Astrid a big hug, which the Chief Computer gladly returned.

Miroslavsky's eyes went a little blank as he listened to all the talking about the trains and airships, but this man was none other than Kazimir Ivanovich Miroslavsky, who had spent at least the first thirty-five years of his life pretending to be listening and interested. He smiled and nodded along as the Queen was talking. He had also heard that Blodrike was a nation with abundance of coal, but not oil. It was logical that they would keep to steam power, since they would rather preserve their lifestyle due to their unnatural longevity. But for him, a healthy but war-wounded Zitravgradian man of the twenty-first century, his lifespan would likely not exceed ninety years. He would rather not be stuck in the past as he was already approaching the latter half of his life. The rest of his life would be dedicated to the greater destiny, to sending his descendants to a future in which he trusted that technological progress would not only improve their lives in material aspect, but also philosophical one. Literate minds with slightly more time and less worries on their hands would push a society further -- that was his belief, a post-modern ideology of his world. It all boiled down to this resentment (but actually he was also just jealous that she got his wife's attention at all). He folded his lips, pondering a backhanded response.

Seeing that her husband was about to speak something that might potentially ruin the mood, Feodora leaned on to his arms, with the puppy in her embrace, and glanced towards him. That was a lot of puppy eyes. "You see, it is quite an achievement." She spoke, looking slightly more convinced.

"Is that so?" He whispered back, almost tauntingly.

"You will have to honor my family name, Kazimir Ivanovich. Jean-Baptiste Theodore de Marmesont was one of the proprietors of Schausserian Railway. This is almost as if you are saying he was 'not achieving anything'."

Miroslavsky paused. He might have come from a family with similar age to hers -- about two hundreds years and nine generations, including the new one they made together -- but her family was much less straightforward. His family was practically patriarchal and one could count on every patriarch of the Miroslavsky to have been in the military. But the Marmesont were mostly scientists, scholars and industrialists (that would be where they got their money, after all). How could she expect him to remember all her family tree? Still, he could vaguely recall the first Marmesont patriarch -- a patriotic industrialist seeking innovation for his nation in an era of the Universalis War-- a far cry from the peaceful Freya doing some tinkering in her backyard (or at least that was how Miroslavsky thought and compared them, with obvious bias). "But darling, Jean-Baptiste Theodore died in 1813. Schausserian Railways was laid in 1805."

"I see you did some homework on my genealogy. But that was not what I meant... I meant that any achievement is an achievement, regardless of our circumstances right now. We would look back and think that he was a man beyond his time, right? Well... Blodrike is not that exposed to the world outside, so inventions are made independently."

"Duly noted..." The Premier accepted the lecturing, only on the ground that she was his wife and he did not want to cause a scene (anymore). Unfortunately, this just added into his resentment formed earlier. He continued speaking to the Queen and her Chief Computer, although he had expected them to hear a bit of his conversation earlier. He was not trying to be discreet this time, and he had not spoken anything wrong. "It appears... that your Majesty has excellently explained about your fascinating innovations that I have no question left to ask. Perhaps we should have some tea, or anything of your preferences, together while we all are present here." There was no real commitment in his eyes when he said it. It was a social gathering -- they were bound to interact... and he still had time to get the upper hand.

Next, the two would also turn to greet another of their Valentian hosts, even if size was a bit of an obstacle. "Long time no see, Ms. Valentina. We have been enjoying ourselves so far... and we wonder how you have been lately." Miroslavsky was the one to speak, as usual. However, they were unsure about going outside into the gardens, and would wait if their friends and conversation partners would move along.

by **Valentine Z** » Thu Jan 02, 2020 6:43 am

Jamie would be constantly updating her tablet and the list of names on it, seemingly unending. She told the rest of the Valentians that they are still expecting new guests around the clock, so there would still need to be people out there welcoming them.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Suppose that you will need to have a few people outside here still waiting for them. I mean, we will be fine here, but Val and Clarissa… don't you want to interact with the others as well? Maybe with the others inside?

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Yeah, I suppose so! I wanted to do a small dance with Clarissa, and I am sure that people will love it! We have been rehearsing it for a while!

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Hm hm, I know, Val! This is going to be super fun for the both of us! I can't wait, I can't wait!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Sure, let's go in later! For now, though… let me talk and introduce to these folks that are coming in.

Arkeyana wrote:The White House
Anyone outside of The White House would hear a faint rumble far above in the sky, before a shape that seamlessly blended in with the night sky pierced the clouds. What appeared to be a massive flying wing aircraft, with a wingspan easily over a hundred meters, slowed to a halt and floated perfectly level and still over the building. What happened next was equally odd, a port opened in the underside of the aircraft and emitted a vast cloud of what looked like a fine golden dust, that appeared to shift and billow of its own accord, before beginning to coalesce into golden filaments that began stretching towards the ground, clustering, and winding and wrapping around each other, the filaments eventually wrapped together to form arms, legs, a torso, and a head, followed by several lengthy gold tendrils that sprouted from the back like wings. Near the mass of strings, three conflagrations of light formed. When they faded, three figures were revealed. The first was a 2.5 meter tall, formally dressed humanoid robot. The next two were a pale, raven-haired woman wearing a pitch-black, conservative dress, and a small, knifelike drone that hovered above the woman's shoulder.

In order, these attendants were the Angelnet Zakaiel, an Avatar of the ASI "Utopia", the Laniakean Alliance Diplomat Altia Sekra, and her Knife Drone companion.

The massive aircraft began to ascend silently, without as much as a rumble or glow of engines, before it tipped to perfectly vertical and shot off, slamming through the clouds and back up into the night sky.

Together, the four Arkeyanans began to approach Valentijn, with the robot taking the lead and looking up.
"Greetings, Valentijn. I am an Avatar of the Superintelligence "Utopia", of the Federation of Arkeyana. With me is the diplomat Altia and the Angelnet Zakaiel." it said, the other two nodding in greeting.

Sure enough, a plane would hover above Valentijn's home and from it, came a cloud of golden dust, which then shapeshifted and formed gold tendrils, followed by three figures.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Wow… what an entrance they just made. Who do you think they might be, guys?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Well, I got the names with me, so… I might just let the others take a guess. Looking at them from here, they seem pretty tall, though!

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимый, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Indeed, indeed… seems to be at the same height as me, actually? I don't know! Let's see! It's… hmm, are those the folks from Ark?

Jamie would subtletly give a wink at Jolyn, indicating that she is indeed correct. As for Gwen, she was still clueless and as a result, she went up to her 100 meter tall height to get a better view.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Ahh, it's you guys, haha! Hello hello, welcome to Valentijn's party! And-

Upon seeing ASI "Utopia", something inside Gwen snapped. She was utterly confused and perplexed for the good few moments. She took a step forward and since she is 100 meters at that moment, she was unaware of the hazards below her. As a result, she tripped and fell forward on her front. The impact resonated with the rest of the Valentian neighbourhood, possibly generating even more noise and tremor than Valentijnwho stopped a drunk with his hand. Fortunately for the Valentians, and for everyone involved, Gwen didn't accidentally squash anyone below her, and the ground was still fine. After all, the Valentians have more or less made their place able to handle massive loads, and this involves Gwen in her Fate of the Omniverse form as she just recently did.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Heh, looks like someone is a little too eager to see them, eh?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимый, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Either that, or maybe history. [She would approach and walk towards Gwen's face and around her ears] Did you have any history with them? Maybe past history, of some sorts?

Gwen got up slowly, with her massive head turning towards Jolyn and talking to her slowly.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: I… I thought it was that guy from Overwatch, from my world! You know the one that I am talking about! Maximilien, that's his name! I don't think this is one… right?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Ahh, nope! That is just Utopia. You know, from our long-time friends Ark?

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Ohh right, them! I totally forgot about them! I mean, I forgot about the fact that Utopia has that aesthetic and appearance, oops! My bad on that, I suppose. I think an apology from me is in order, then? Might have started each other on the wrong foot and everything.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Yeah, I think that will be pretty fantastic on your part as well. Maybe tell him about the misunderstanding, explain why and all.

With Jamie’s advice, Gwen slowly got back up, trying her best to move around with her 100-meter body, and making sure not to hit anything accidentally (or intentionally) along the way. She looked up at the three visitors from Arkeyana and proceeded to greet them properly this time. Valentijn and Clarissa would simply hold each other and let Gwen do the introduction this time.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Hm hm, hello there, my friend! Ohh err… I am sorry about my behaviour and sudden reaction just now! It was just…. Well, I will have to be honest, you remind me of someone I know from where I came, so… I thought that was him all of a sudden! With that said, now that I know you are Mr. Utopia, Ms. Altia, and… err, I am not very sure about your companion here, I am sorry. Still, still, welcome aboard! We got every Valentian over here! I hope that you will have a fun time here along with the others!

And with that, they would see the Arkeyanians, as they would be termed by the Valentians, to gain clearance to the White House and to make their way inside. Of course, it was optional on what they wanted to do – they can either stay and linger around the front yard with the welcoming committee or meet the rest of the Valentians and the other guests in the living room.

Ignis States wrote:
Near the very edge of the table, a pocket of air roughly the size of the average person begins to hum, vibrating with heat as a bluish light radiates from it. Slowly but surely, a slice in the fabric of reality itself opens up as a furred hand pokes through, seemingly ensuring that everything is all clear. Without further ado, an Ignisian with somewhat messy hair coming down to his hips, green eyes, and a tall, graceful figure emerges, a clear look of exhaustion on his face.
Okay, he had to leave for a bit to handle some.....issues. But at least he's finally back. Brushing some of the more tattered strands of flowing caramel out of his face, Zen begins to look for a good place to sit down, his imperial robes slowly repairing themselves from the burnt rags that they were rendered to.

Gods, that was perhaps the hardest fight of his life.....but at least he managed to NOT die. Adjusting the wedding ring on his finger, an eerie purple glow emanating from the ruby in the center, the fox plops himself down at the nearest empty seat, an exasperated sigh bursting from his lips as he takes in the sights around him.
So tranquil, in a sense.....Just the kind of thing he needs to help unwind from his battle.
Though who should he talk to first...?

As Germaine was tending to the bar, she noticed a pocket of air humming alongside.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Athena “Mercy De Herzhafter Schutzengel” Sylvi Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Rx J. Hailie Ziegler Halls Constance Pauletta Ginevra Lola Lauran Ambra Tschanz: What in goodness gracious is that? Guys… is anyone seeing that too?

Premier Ministre Kendrick Elliott Quinton Øistein Håvard “Ustoppelig Vilje” Demetrius Barrett Anderson Jovita Eril Moff Tarvin Dsv. Gudmund Ronny Runar Elias Dp. Marius Andres Hemmingsen: Yeah, I indeed am as well. Are you sure this is not a product of our hallucinations?

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: Haha, we are barely drunk, Kendrick! I… should we tell the welcoming committee outside?

Zastępca Strażnika Adriana Krystal Desiree “Cudowny Manipulacja Światłem” Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Engelse I. Cherise Krystyna Zaborowska Sztormowska Pamela Alina Re. T. Lillian: Nah, I think it will be fine. I can try talking to…

Lead Ambassador Germaine Athena “Mercy De Herzhafter Schutzengel” Sylvi Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Rx J. Hailie Ziegler Halls Constance Pauletta Ginevra Lola Lauran Ambra Tschanz: What do you mean “Talk to”?

Zastępca Strażnika Adriana Krystal Desiree “Cudowny Manipulacja Światłem” Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Engelse I. Cherise Krystyna Zaborowska Sztormowska Pamela Alina Re. T. Lillian: I think that it’s a thing, you know? Someone teleporting here.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Athena “Mercy De Herzhafter Schutzengel” Sylvi Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Rx J. Hailie Ziegler Halls Constance Pauletta Ginevra Lola Lauran Ambra Tschanz: Ah, that kind… Well, brace for impact! Oh wait. Is that… is that a cat, or something? A furry hand… paw.

Zastępca Strażnika Adriana Krystal Desiree “Cudowny Manipulacja Światłem” Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Engelse I. Cherise Krystyna Zaborowska Sztormowska Pamela Alina Re. T. Lillian: Might be one from Ignis States. I heard that they are coming, yay!

With that, the Valentians inside the living room told the outside, the welcoming committee, that there is a visitor from Ignis States already inside. The furry man was checked for weapons, of which he is cleared of any. He was simply adjusting his wedding ring when they were giving him a consented check.

Zastępca Strażnika Adriana Krystal Desiree “Cudowny Manipulacja Światłem” Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Engelse I. Cherise Krystyna Zaborowska Sztormowska Pamela Alina Re. T. Lillian: Ahh, hello there, my friend! You must be… hmm, let me check a little quickly and- AHH, you are Mr. Zen! Hello hello! The Valentians are expecting you as well! You are dressed up very fancily and well, hm? I like your treads, haha! ^^

Lutvikkia wrote:
To you, our gracious host, Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing:

Drudge Hillann: "I am authorized to give you this gift from our Illustrious leader, and a grateful nation."
What he held out was a foot tall circular stone of Luccite, on a metallic and wooden base. The stone was clear and crystal blur in color.

Drudge Hillann: "This Lucite stone has been harmonically aligned to its owner. All you need do is touch the crystal and a 'non audible' frequency will attune to your biorhythms. It will send a harmonic thrum that calms, and soothes you, without making an annoying noise. Think of it as an old 'night light' for kids."

Drudge Hillann, and Gadge B'Vallion, stood by to observe his reaction.

Valentijn would walk a step forward at the new guests that were with a gift. He took the stone on the tip of his fingers and looked at it carefully, whilst giving care to what Drudge Hillann has to say regarding the little piece. A night light of some sorts, or a crystal that emits a hum to let him sleep better. It’s a well-meaning gift, and Valentijn certainly appreciates that.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Svitw. Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Ahh, thank you very much, my little friends! I will certainly have a very great use for them, hehe. I am a fan of these ambient stuff, you know? I used to fall asleep to the sound of waterfalls, so… I am sure that this will also be a nice addition to my nightstand. Once again, please enjoy your night here!

As the guests have filled up the place, along with a lot of talking and chatter, Valentijn and Clarissa figured that they would back to the living room to do their dance. Everyone wanted to go into the living room in order to enjoy some time-off, and Valentijn approved. After all, even if the guests don’t know the address of Valentijn’s home, it still can’t be missed. In short, the Valentians went inside the living room, awith Valentijn and Clarissa leading the way and slowly walking around, while the rest of the Valentians trailed behind them.

Wolflandil wrote:
Tsar Tadeusz silently observes the events folding around him. Tadeusz usually would have had a plethora of people either challenge or pay their respects, being in the shadows isnt the most natural feeling, but it is the feeling he preferred. He knew that the only being in the dining room who understood clearly who he was was Rosaline, who feared, loved and hated him all at the same time. Tadeusz poured his tea into the teacup found at his seat, and took a small sip. A small gold locket fell out of his uniform's breast pocket, and drops onto the colf floor: something Senator Raftaliva took instant notice. Her joyous smile instantly faded at the sight of the locket slamming into the ground. On the floor, the locket was open to a picture of a young wolfic girl who wasnt any older than 12, in a purple Wolfic Army Dress Uniform. Tadeusz's sister. Tadeusz looks down at the locket, a small tear rolling down from his eye. Rosaline grabs the locket closing it before giving it back to Tadeusz."You never told me what happened to her, your Majesty. It's been over Thirty years. I deserve to know what happened to someone i once called my best friend." Purple sparkles begin fluttering around Tadeusz, His ability specific of a warning of great distress. Shimmers of purple light shine from his body, as Rosaline tries to back away. She knows if she gets even glanced by his aura her body would feel like she was thrown into lava. The shining light ceases, as Tadeusz says to her with a very soft tone, "You are all I have of left of Angelina. You were her first love interest, and the only one she lived long enough to have. She was killed in the Slava War. I was in the Fields of Lupaskala, serving as a medic. I was a lutenant, my sister the same rank as myself. I was only nine, but my healing ability was already on tier with many of the medics already serving. Angelina was already an elite tier at the age of 12. I was in an army field hospital, which was under attack from the pirates. A cannon was fired directly at me, as I tried to evacuate wounded soldiers... She took the shot dead on, disintegrating half of her-" Tadeusz's chair was now black as the void of space, with purple vines glowing from it. Rosaline embraces him as he stands from the chair. A pink bubble takes the chair out of the room, and brings back a fresh chair from Tadeusz's ship. "I really hope they dont ask questions on the replacement chair. And please, of my ability starts getting even mildly destructive, use your ability dampener on me. Every point counts." He was clearly changing the subject, to hide his obvious greif.

One of the Valentians would notice these particular two being a little quiet. Maybe they have a lot of things on their mind, or just that they have strangers surrounding them and are lost on who to talk to. Carissa would try to give them the privacy that they deserve but on the other hand, she was wondering if she could at least try to approach them with a conversation, provided they wanted to. It will be a win-win, anyway.

Carissa approached the Wolfics, who she presumed were sitting at one of the tables in the living room, and would start talking to them.

2nd Commander Carissa Beatrice Amanda Sammi Astriella C. N. Dawn “Tere Toa” Schlechter Mavis Trina Arona Harriet Bonnie Zaira Adaline Eliana Sophia Diamond Isobel Rena Jolana Natana: Ahh, hello there, my friends! Ahh, you must be the Wolfics! I am... I am Carissa, just one of the many, many Valentians you will see around here as a common sight. So... how are you folks doing? I hope I am not intruding into your private conversation, or anything like that.

Zitravgrad wrote:
Next, the two would also turn to greet another of their Valentian hosts, even if size was a bit of an obstacle. "Long time no see, Ms. Valentina. We have been enjoying ourselves so far... and we wonder how you have been lately." Miroslavsky was the one to speak, as usual. However, they were unsure about going outside into the gardens, and would wait if their friends and conversation partners would move along.

Valentina was sitting outside, waiting eagerly for the rest of the folks to come along and join her. She would wait... and wait a little bit more. Eventually, she saw the Valentians - specifically Valentijn and Clarissa, entering the living room. She realised that something must have been going on, or are going to go on.

Valentina “De Sierlijke en Vrij High Valkyrie ov Valentine Z” Anastasia Freya Ada. Jolin Annelijn Caitlin Trijntje Crystal Clarice Constance Judy Voi. Nexitros Annile. Teresa Thida Myat Yadana Aye: Ohh, are they going to have the dance? I can't wait, hm hm!

Valentina went back inside in order to continue her conversation with the Zitravgradians.

Valentina “De Sierlijke en Vrij High Valkyrie ov Valentine Z” Anastasia Freya Ada. Jolin Annelijn Caitlin Trijntje Crystal Clarice Constance Judy Voi. Nexitros Annile. Teresa Thida Myat Yadana Aye: Ahh, hello again, haha! Sorry, I figured that you guys are comfortable in the living room, so... here I am once again! Well, I am fine, too, thank you for asking! I hope that you have all been doing fine, you know? You guys deserve a break now and then from running the country if you are too busy! Anyway, a little something for you guys... [She would lean in towards the group and politely interrupt them] Please pardon my interruption, but... look over there! I think someone is going to do a little dance-off!

@ A m e n r i a:

Marcus have more or less seen the dance a few times. Perhaps way too many times. He knew that the Valentijn and Clarissa are going to dance, and he has no problems with that, sure. However, he figured that while they are preparing for a dance and a speech, he would talk to one of the guests for a moment - Emperor Tianshi, as he was called. Marcus did not exactly know him that well, given that Marcus tends to shy away from the International Relations space quite frequently, but he has an idea of who he is, and he figured that this will go well. Marcus got out from his Hunter suit, instructing it to stay put and keep a distance from him, and with that, he walked towards the same group of people that Valentina was talking to - Ambrosia, Amaki, the Zitravgradians, and of course, the Emperor.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian “Infinity Hunter” Swifty Felix Maverick Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Lichtenstein Baptiste C. Viot. Talon Haydn Lincoln Taal Reynolds Fang Wu Ying: Good evening, my friend! How are you doing? I hope that you have been fine and all. I am Foresittend Marcus, but... we can drop the formalities, haha! We are all relaxed here, so... just call me Marcus, anyway! Anyway, I hope that you are enjoying the party so far! [He paused for a brief moment] How are you doing in your nation so far? Everything going well, or maybe a few kinks here and there?

I can't find a better mod or a Valkyrie Armor for Valentijn, so... this motorcycle helmet will have to do to depict a scene!

The Valentian Dinner – The Second One! [IC / CLOSED]

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