The Montreal Winter Ball [IC|OPEN|ALL TECH]

[A m e n r i a]

Chancellor Erza Scarlet
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom. December 21

Erza makes her way to the ballroom where the guests have gathered. She heard laughter from one of the guests when she came through, but she chose to ignore that. In the ballroom, there was an abundance of guests to speak with, and from nations she is familiar with. Over in one area was one of the leaders from Skyhooked. If she remembers, his name is Shawn Bjornson, the great Kahn of Skyhooked and in another area was His Imperial Majesty and Royal Highness Henri of Alpes a Septentrionali Imperium, whim she had fond memories of the young prince’s questions about her country. A lot of leaders and well respected individuals that she has known through the news and other world events. With wine glass in hand, she walks up to two ladies whom she believe was from the Empire of Amenria.

“Good evening” Erza says. “You must be from Amenria. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Erza Scarlet, Chancellor of Cartoonia”.

The twins stood up and bowed before the redhead. They knew she outranked them, as she was the leader of an entire nation, and they were simply heiresses of a Ramadhan Family subsidiary. "Good evening. I'm Camilla and this is my sister, Camellia. We are Amenrians, yes, heiresses of the Miao Coven, a Ramadhan Family subsidiary, to be precise."

Blue: spoken in English

[Alpes a Septentrionali Imperium]

Grande Ballroom - December 21
Pickett blinked as his memory clicked. It's Shawn. The guy from another universe he constantly got mail from complaining of his racism, asking him to stop. Really, Pickett didn't care, though he did remember his Caribbean campaign from his world. Still, the power metal anthem was amazing. I need to bring that to my world. "Admittedly, it was amazing. They confused the RCAS anthem with the Star-Spangled Banner."

Before he could answer as what sort of wine he wanted, the prince jumped in. And, Pickett's respect for the man dropped like a Fat Man. Thankfully, he remained calmed instead of going nuclear. Calm down. Not the time to go full Jacobin. Instead, Pickett introduced himself, "I thought I introduced myself already. I'm Casey Flannery Pickett. The girl who had the Star-Spangled Banner playing. Which is actually one of the two anthems of the RCAS, but I feel like there might be confusion if they played that." Maybe, he has hearing problems. Or, is there a language barrier? Should I use my limited French?

" Ah oui, sorry about that. I must not have caught that the first time." The Prince says slightly confused with the girl's more annoyed tone. " Anyhows, I must not have been able to tell out the toon of that anthem, granted I've never heard of it before. For the nation of America does not in fact exist in our realm. but no matter" The Prince then turns away readjusting his tie and medals. "Well then. I have had a quite pleasant time conversing with you M. Shawn Bjornson and Mlle Casey Flannery Pickett but I wish to go elsewhere in this ballroom, that and finally get in a smoke." It was well saying this that he pulled out a small box of Gitanes.

"Anyhows if you ever have any interests in French or Alpeian cigarette brands, do try the Gitanes first. And for now Au Revoir." The prince finishes speaking and gives a wave to the two, before calling on one of his guards and disappearing into the crowd, presumably to the outside of the building to smoke. He would return in about 5-10 minutes on of the other guards explained.

[Cartoonia]

Chancellor Erza Scarlet
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom. December 21

Erza makes her way to the ballroom where the guests have gathered. She heard laughter from one of the guests when she came through, but she chose to ignore that. In the ballroom, there was an abundance of guests to speak with, and from nations she is familiar with. Over in one area was one of the leaders from Skyhooked. If she remembers, his name is Shawn Bjornson, the great Kahn of Skyhooked and in another area was His Imperial Majesty and Royal Highness Henri of Alpes a Septentrionali Imperium, whim she had fond memories of the young prince’s questions about her country. A lot of leaders and well respected individuals that she has known through the news and other world events. With wine glass in hand, she walks up to two ladies whom she believe was from the Empire of Amenria.

“Good evening” Erza says. “You must be from Amenria. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Erza Scarlet, Chancellor of Cartoonia”.

The twins stood up and bowed before the redhead. They knew she outranked them, as she was the leader of an entire nation, and they were simply heiresses of a Ramadhan Family subsidiary. "Good evening. I'm Camilla and this is my sister, Camellia. We are Amenrians, yes, heiresses of the Miao Coven, a Ramadhan Family subsidiary, to be precise."

Blue: spoken in English

“Ah! So you’re from a influential family? I do admire large families of influence, where I come from, many family names are famous and influential. The Simpsons, the Kiddingtons, the Phantomhives, just to name a few. Our own Supreme Leader is apart of the ruling family established in the late 1950s”.

[Lux Pulchrae]

Cecile blushed and had a little smile on her face, Cleone taking her arm again. His eyes moved towards the firearm and back up to Lagare, thinking nothing of it, he was security and it was as much part of his uniform as his shoes were.

“Merci beaucoup Monsieur. May I return the compliment on your uniform tonight.” she said, though she was thrown off by his Québécois. “Pardon Commandant, what was that last part? I did not catch it.”

[Skyhooked]

" Ah oui, sorry about that. I must not have caught that the first time." The Prince says slightly confused with the girl's more annoyed tone. " Anyhows, I must not have been able to tell out the toon of that anthem, granted I've never heard of it before. For the nation of America does not in fact exist in our realm. but no matter" The Prince then turns away readjusting his tie and medals. "Well then. I have had a quite pleasant time conversing with you M. Shawn Bjornson and Mlle Casey Flannery Pickett but I wish to go elsewhere in this ballroom, that and finally get in a smoke." It was well saying this that he pulled out a small box of Gitanes.

"Anyhows if you ever have any interests in French or Alpeian cigarette brands, do try the Gitanes first. And for now Au Revoir." The prince finishes speaking and gives a wave to the two, before calling on one of his guards and disappearing into the crowd, presumably to the outside of the building to smoke. He would return in about 5-10 minutes on of the other guards explained.

"Then I bid you a good evening, and I will try this brand, so my gratitude. Wish, I could converse with you a little bit more... Au revoir."-Shawn says his goodbye to the prince and switches to Casey.

Grande Ballroom - December 21
Pickett blinked as his memory clicked. It's Shawn. The guy from another universe he constantly got mail from complaining of his racism, asking him to stop. Really, Pickett didn't care, though he did remember his Caribbean campaign from his world. Still, the power metal anthem was amazing. I need to bring that to my world. "Admittedly, it was amazing. They confused the RCAS anthem with the Star-Spangled Banner."

Before he could answer as what sort of wine he wanted, the prince jumped in. And, Pickett's respect for the man dropped like a Fat Man. Thankfully, he remained calmed instead of going nuclear. Calm down. Not the time to go full Jacobin. Instead, Pickett introduced himself, "I thought I introduced myself already. I'm Casey Flannery Pickett. The girl who had the Star-Spangled Banner playing. Which is actually one of the two anthems of the RCAS, but I feel like there might be confusion if they played that." Maybe, he has hearing problems. Or, is there a language barrier? Should I use my limited French?

"Ah, yeah... I remember that. And heared that anthem too, it's... awesome. Now, there are so many kinds of wine, which would ya' like more? White, or perhaps red? Or perhaps some stronger stuff? After all, we are on the ball. Oh, and if ya' have any questions or perhaps requests for Skyhooked, just ask."

[A m e n r i a]

The twins stood up and bowed before the redhead. They knew she outranked them, as she was the leader of an entire nation, and they were simply heiresses of a Ramadhan Family subsidiary. "Good evening. I'm Camilla and this is my sister, Camellia. We are Amenrians, yes, heiresses of the Miao Coven, a Ramadhan Family subsidiary, to be precise."

Blue: spoken in English

“Ah! So you’re from a influential family? I do admire large families of influence, where I come from, many family names are famous and influential. The Simpsons, the Kiddingtons, the Phantomhives, just to name a few. Our own Supreme Leader is apart of the ruling family established in the late 1950s”.

Camilla chuckled when she heard Erza's joke about some cartoon characters being influential in her nation. Wait, it was a joke, right? Most likely, but then again this was coming from a woman who represents a nation called Cartoonia, so she could be dead serious. "Well, our father is the Heavenly Emperor himself. Please, have a seat."

[Confederate American SU]

Grande Ballroom - December 21

"Yesh, you two definitely shouldn't be near a high school, peddling tobacco and alcohol like that. I'll skip out on the cancer sticks," Pickett joked before answering, "Honestly, I like drinks that are light and more on the sweet or fruity side. Maybe, I should try the Champagne." It had been centuries since he had access to Champagne, since the Great War effectively ended all Champagne imports. And, he only had access back then due to Mr. House, with the collapse of Europe already making supplies low. Really, Pickett forgot how it tasted.

[Cartoonia]

“Ah! So you’re from a influential family? I do admire large families of influence, where I come from, many family names are famous and influential. The Simpsons, the Kiddingtons, the Phantomhives, just to name a few. Our own Supreme Leader is apart of the ruling family established in the late 1950s”.

Camilla chuckled when she heard Erza's joke about some cartoon characters being influential in her nation. Wait, it was a joke, right? Most likely, but then again this was coming from a woman who represents a nation called Cartoonia, so she could be dead serious. "Well, our father is the Heavenly Emperor himself. Please, have a seat."

“Thank you, that would be wonderful” she said as she sits down. She notices two hand guns on one of the sisters, Camilla, which she finds interesting. She would understand one, but two? It seemed to be a bit excessive.

“Camilla, if you don’t mind me asking, I notice that you have two hand guns on you as ceremonial weaponary, why though? Not that it doesn’t look amazing. The craftsmanship is excellent”.

[A m e n r i a]

Camilla chuckled when she heard Erza's joke about some cartoon characters being influential in her nation. Wait, it was a joke, right? Most likely, but then again this was coming from a woman who represents a nation called Cartoonia, so she could be dead serious. "Well, our father is the Heavenly Emperor himself. Please, have a seat."

“Thank you, that would be wonderful” she said as she sits down. She notices two hand guns on one of the sisters, Camilla, which she finds interesting. She would understand one, but two? It seemed to be a bit excessive.

“Camilla, if you don’t mind me asking, I notice that you have two hand guns on you as ceremonial weaponary, why though? Not that it doesn’t look amazing. The craftsmanship is excellent”.

"Why? Because the things I fight with my sister...One gun isn't enough to stop them quickly enough. I might as well be safe than sorry." she drew them to give Erza a better look. She held one before her. It was white and gold, with the words ""Suara hati adalah suara Tuhan" engraved on it, as well as the Ramadhan Family symbol. "This.." she began to explain, "is the Heart Sign. It fires 13mm explosive, silver-tipped rounds. At 16 kilogrammes, this would be too heavy for the average person..But not a vampire Starchild like me." she grinned, while still keeping her fangs retracted, leaving Erza to guess whether Camilla was speaking in the literal way.

[The Gristolian Imperium]

The Emerald Earl, December 21st
Old Montréal, Montréal, New Québec
The Dinner-Bar, Grande Ballroom

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Sitting at the bar, the Earl feasted upon the plate of smoked meat, Quebcian cheese and crackers before him. Finally obtaining a glass of 1987 Sauvignon Blanc, the beverage pair well with the dish. Lord Ed took a moment once more to survey the room and found it entertaining to see foreigners, from such different lands, interact. Empresses and kings along side prime ministers and dictators. It was quite a view.

It had been a bit since the young lord excused himself from his conversation with the Empress of Albion, but he was beginning to get bored. To be at a Ball and to not be in conversation seemed, to the Earl, to defeat the whole purpose of his trip. Looking around the bar, he looked to see if anyone of interest was nearby to strike a conversation with. The bartenders and waiters were too dull and low born to speak on anything interesting. No offense to the lower classes, the Earl thought, but one can always sense the distinction of class when in conversation.

Then, to his right, the young lord noticed someone wearing a signet ring, much like the one the Earl had. Perhaps New Québec still had a class of slumbering aristocrats? Approaching the individual, Lord Ed asked, "Pardon my intrusion, but I happened to notice your signet ring. Are you of noble birth living in New Québec? I have not met any so far. I am the Earl of Hollington from the Gristolian Imperium, but please call me Lord Ed."

[Cartoonia]

“Thank you, that would be wonderful” she said as she sits down. She notices two hand guns on one of the sisters, Camilla, which she finds interesting. She would understand one, but two? It seemed to be a bit excessive.

“Camilla, if you don’t mind me asking, I notice that you have two hand guns on you as ceremonial weaponary, why though? Not that it doesn’t look amazing. The craftsmanship is excellent”.

"Why? Because the things I fight with my sister...One gun isn't enough to stop them quickly enough. I might as well be safe than sorry." she drew them to give Erza a better look. She held one before her. It was white and gold, with the words ""Suara hati adalah suara Tuhan" engraved on it, as well as the Ramadhan Family symbol. "This.." she began to explain, "is the Heart Sign. It fires 13mm explosive, silver-tipped rounds. At 16 kilogrammes, this would be too heavy for the average person..But not a vampire Starchild like me." she grinned, while still keeping her fangs retracted, leaving Erza to guess whether Camilla was speaking in the literal way.

"Impressive" Erza responds. She is puzzled with that last remark about vampires. Is she actually a vampire? Oh well, it wouldn't really matter to her anyway, given that she have seen it all. The craftsmanship on the guns though is tremendous. the fine color, the engraved text and the symbol adds elegance to a defensive weapon.

"I've handled handguns before, but I myself am more of a swords person. I have a wide collection of swords, but in me right now is a cavalry sabre given to me as a status of my service in the army as General" she says pointing out the sword in her sword holder on her hips.

[Alpes a Septentrionali Imperium]

The Prince finally steps back into the ballroom from wherever he went to smoke. Well, it seemed like eternity outside in the frosty night of Montreal, it was actually only at most 15 minutes. Now stuffing the little white box with its dancing lady back into his coats pocket and hoping the guests don't get a wif of the cigarettes he heads back into the crowd. Doing a quick survey of the local Québécois "aristocracy" with a slight thing of disgust. This look was probably on the principle of them and their nobility, having no official recognition anymore and few true old feudal houses to support their claims. Yet still flaunting their nobility like barons of the empire.

" Embarrassing. Vraiment embarrassant, what they do to them selfs, acting as they would be in the courts of Louis XV of France, or Henri VI of Alpes. I pity these nobles" The Prince says in a condescending and slightly mocking tone looking over the "aristocracy" one more time.

But with that, he decided to look over the national leaders instead. Seeing the chancellor of Cartoonia talking to some rather pale woman, the Khan of Skyhooked with that little girl, A foreign nobleman at the bar, and some guards rather similar to his walking the ballroom. He turns to the bar once again feeling rather peckish and waiting to examine the wine once again. "Well, I should probably go to the bar. I haven't eaten much today and my wine is rather deplenished, besides you always meet interesting people at the bar. That and I would love a glass of wine and steak, I really need something."

[Hanoverian Great Britain]

As Alexandra found the person she intended to talk with rather occupied with his subject, she decided to move to a nearby bar where upon taking her seat, she fluently ordered for a light drink in her posh English accent. "One cup of drink, please? Anything light, not too much", said the queen towards the bartender. As the bartender was preparing her orders, Alexandra was quick to turn around and saw at a distance, a neatly dressed man with blonde hair coming towards her general direction. "A blonde haired man? Interesting", remarked Alexandra as she turned back to her original position.