Longing for Spring (Closed) (Greater Olympus)

[Winst]

National Assembly Building
Silvus, Winst
January 28th 2020

As the old carved doorway creaked open a cacophony of sound spilled through along with Michelle Tourne. The room behind her was full of representatives still clamouring over the last motion, unwilling to let it's failure simply pass quietly. To her back, a wall of Orange Coats prevented the chaos from spilling into the hallway, trapping her would be interlocuteurs inside. As the door closed behind her, Michell removed her own Orange Capelet as she strode towards her office. Her blonde hair carefully woven into a braided bun, bounced with each step. It was a hair style meant to exude patience and control, things her government was apparently lacking.

January had been a rough month. Going into the new year she had seen 2019 off with two major Diplomatic successes. A calming of relations with Lunderfrau that saw the Kaiserin make a second official visit to the nation this time to cheers rather than in horror, as well as, Parthonopian concession with minimal Wintonian engagement. Peace would remain in the North, and at the very least some time had be bought for each side to catch their breaths in the South, but now she was embroiled in chaos at home.

Her pace slowed as she reached her office, far more utilitarian in nature than her home office. It's bookshelves were full of laws, and assorted documents with plenty more spread out across the room, and most importantly a far more comfortable chair. As she found her way to her desk she stepped over piles of paper and books that had begun to clutter the space. To Michelle it made the office more homely, however, her reading material was not. Most of the books were on the subject of previous economic reforms, as well as, assembly bylaws. 

Michelle had poured through the various laws but had yet to find a way to push through her economic reforms. Dark predictions lay ahead if nothing was done and yet her government was in shambles. Lib Dems, Unionists and Orderists were at each other's throats both behind close doors and more troubling on the floor of the assembly itself.

As she settled into place, her assistant knocked entering the room bearing hot coffee and Theresa Daoud. Her friend and colleague peaking her head inside from behind Michelle's assistant. Her curly auburn hair hanging casually as gravity pulled it away from her body. Michelle was waved her in, although she already knew that was a mere formality that Theresa was courteous enough to give her. She was entering the room no matter what.

She was wearing a far more modern orange blazer compared to Michelle's Capelet. Her Jacobin alliance pin had noticeably been turned upside down on her lapel since the final vote. She kept up the somewhat playful act as she entered the room with a big grin as if she hadn't been the loudest voice screaming in the pandemonium just a minute earlier.

"Thank you Felicia, Theresa feel free to sit wherever." Michelle said while accepting the cup from her assistant. Taking a sip she let out a deep sigh as the roasted aroma filled her senses. As the door closed again Michelle felt comfortable saying what was on her mind. But as usual Theresa beat her to it.

"So that was a disaster." She said as she found a chair amongst the mess. "I mean it could have gone worse, not by much but it could have." Theresa sarcastic nonchalantness  masking her seething frustration.

Michelle leaned back in her chair throwing her arms up in exacerbation. "Why the hell did I allow you to convince me to be the Populos? I found a note from one of my predecesors scribbled into one of the more obscure circumvention bylaws. You know what she said?" She picked up the book reading the line verbatim, "She said 'Taking this job was the worst decision of my life.' and at this point I tend to agree."

Theresa let out a small laugh at this fact. "Well we both know I'm too much for the job. I would have tried to change the whole system overnight. Plus why would I risk being front and center when I can plan everything from behind the scenes. " Her smile became slimmer and more devilish. "Besides I found you, and you were either stubborn enough, egotistical enough, or foollish enough to take the job." She said with a wink.

"I'm thinking the latter more and more these days. Any new demands from our dear Alliance members?" her outstretched arms returning.

"Not really, Unionists are still pushing for Nationalizing the toxic assets to gain access into the upper house, and Orderists are throwing a fit demanding we rescind the friendship agreement with Lunderfrau and or restart the war with Parthonopia."

"At least the Unionists are actually on topic. Hell that even sounds like something Paige would've done if we was still around. But the Orderists are just being petty at this point."

"I mean there's an election coming up this year and their momentary surge is projected to dwindle again. They have to kick up a fuss to stay relevant. We've just got to keep the pressure up see if we can't push people to vote against party line."

"And If not?" Michelle looked around at the books around her, the hours spent looking for an answer with only one staring back at her. Michelle watched a predatory smile creep onto Theresa's face

"Then it's war"

[Winst]

Rensquire Manor
Silvus, Winst
30th of January 2020

Marie looked out the window at the gardens below. At the moment they teemed with Grounds keepers pruning the shrubs and trees and preparing various plots for the late winter/early spring plantings. It was Marie's favourite planting season. The plants were tough enough to survive an unexpected frost and yet they were also the soft and colorful harbingers of spring. Unlike most of the year when the master gardener could work in peace, she played an active role in deciding this planting season. Lenten Roses were among her favorite flowers and would soon be blooming across the Manor.

When she was younger she had loved to spend time in the garden reading and studying. Back then it had been under the tyrannical hand of her mother who had all but relegated the Gardner's to the level of personal assistants. Her crown jewel was the pond near the western wing. She had it built along with two small islands one accessible by a beautiful hand carved wooden bridge and another smaller island accessible by boat. On this most secluded spot she had a white Gazebo built covered with Lattice work. Ivy and Roses had been careful led up the sides of the lattice leaving pillars of white among a wall of green, yellow, and red. It was the one place the gardener had not been allowed. Her mothers private garden, her sanctuary away from the politics of the day.

When she had died, her body, after lying in state, was transferred to her most treasured island. Marie had discovered what had made the island so beloved by her mother when she found her mother's secretly stashed cannabis about an hour before the wake and had to discretely remove it. When the body was removed and Marie had been sworn in as Plutos, however, it quickly returned to it's hiding spot.

That had been 20 years ago, and it had been 30 years before that that she had first played in the Garden, Rensquire Manor had been the Brisbois' sole possession for half a century; five generations. She sighed as her reminiscing came to an end and she turned back to her daughter Julia.

"Is it that bad Julia?"

"I'm afraid so, mother. Anne Quilby made the final decision herself, the toxic corporate families are going into double blind auction. All we can do is put our price in and hope it's higher than the rest. All things considered we are in a fairly good spot. Our assets in Lunderfrau were thawed first so we have a bit more fluidity. But we've entered free for all."

"Best and worst case scenarios?"

"Best case we gain a couple of seats from LBC's collapse and retain our own, at a prohibitably expensive price. Worst case we fall into minority and have to probably ditch Carnagie in favor of another family with more seats. We've been running the numbers and -"

"No" Marie said as she finally sat back down in a chair. "You are too optimistic, worst case is we fall into opposition."

"Mother, LBC doesn't have the cash to take seats they are struggling to defend them."

Marie wasn't afraid of LBC, corporate families didn't need to be Plutos. She couldn't shake the image in her mind during the session that froze the seats. She had looked to the backbenches and she had seen hungry eyes.

[Winst]

Château Montpellier
Montpellier, Winst
6th of Feburary 2020

Alyssa watched Patricia Montpelier smiled as she read the news out of Djerb.

"It went just as you said it would Alyssa"

She finally said as she turned towards her. Alyssa was attempting to drunk tea using what shallow knowledge she possessed of the proper antiquated etiquette that Patricia and all Montpeliers were infamous for. The Montpeliers while powerful seemed trapped in the 18th century. To this end Patricia and Alyssa were in full period costume as they sat in her parlor. Which had with an exception of the addition of electricity sat unchanged for at least 200 years.

Rumors swirled that the modern plumbing and electricity were only used when guests were around but the estate workers were well known to be tight lipped when it came to their benefactors. They got paid plenty to keep up the charade after all.

Alyssa thought this was all fucking bizarre and she longed to get out of these awful clothes. The Montpelier's were kooks but they had money and political power rarely used but deeply rooted. So her meetings with the Family Scion continued. She just wished she wasn't also her Mother-in-law.

As if on cue Pierre Montpelier walked into the room. He was the image of an 18th century nobleman from the powdered wig to his intricately embroidered jacket. He gave a deep bow to his mother as he entered. He kissed his mother's hand before moving into his wife  and sitting in the chair next to her resting his hands on his cane.

"I'm sorry for my tardiness Mama I was dealing with a very clever weasel."

"Yes yes," she him waved off "I just read the news. However did you two find out about this?"

"Well Brassington connections in Meridiq are expansive a few tip offs here and there ensures we are up-to-date on our backyard."

"Ah yes your little playground in Meridian"

Alyssa repressed a jolt as she heard the antiquated name of Meridiq and the frustration of what was her families territory as a simple playground but this was a highborn after all. Sensing his wife's frustration Pierre stepped in

"Yes the Brassington's overseas holdings in Meridiq have proved quite useful for information gathering. The recent fortune we've spent shall be recouped within the decade it seems. Our Gambit paid off."

"You've done well for us my son and daughter. Perhaps it's time for me to return to Parliament to work on the next stage."

"Mama I will hear of no such thing your health as it is." Pierre exclaimed moving from his resting position and placing himself before his mother's feet and holding her hand. "I will deal with matters so you must rest. The doctors said strenuous and stressful activity would be bad for your current condition."

"I.. I guess that is true. In other news I also have yet to see your new château I would love to see it." Patricia began as she stumbled over her words. Pierre shot her a look. It was Alyssa's turn next.

"Mama I believe it's a out time for tea no? I do look forward to your most excellent blends each visit."

"Oh Alyssa my dear I nearly forgot."

Alyssa was subjected to another lesson about proper tea preparation as the servants rolled out a cart of sweets.

[Hr]

An hour later the couple had pulled themselves out of Patricia Parlor and had returned to their usual clothing. Pierre handed the clothing he had been subjected to wear to a servant.

"Burn those."

"It's such a waste you are just going to have to get another set made for your next visit." Alyssa said as she returned in her slim modern dress.

"My disgust for this bizzare ritual is only appeased by the destruction of the evidence."

Alyssa simply shrugged. "Just makes you look like a 13 year old filled with Angst."

"I quite enjoy my act of teenage rebellion in a house that stands out of time I think its quite fitting."

She smiled at that "Fair enough, you do wear a lot of Black after all. Although I do like your brooding side." That got a chuckle out of him and his mood started to brighten. "So what was this about a weasel?"

[Winst]

Noble Assembly
Silvus, Winst
Feburary 18th 2020

The assembly room was filled with representatives in formal jackets and dresses; a sea of white with orange trims and accents. The bright colors contrasted with the dreary rain and dark skies of Feburary. Snow had been a fleeting and distant memory of December, replaced first by muddy slush and now just mud as a seemingly unending drizzle kept the streets cold and wet.

The weather seemed to seep through the walls poisoning the room with it's somber mood and making a mockery out of the costumes the representatives wore. Most representatives were still standing when the doors to the upper viewing area surrounding the chamber opened as the men and women of the Populist Assembly engulfed the assembly in their traditional black suits and dresses clustering by various colored pins denoting party affiliation. The sound of thrir feet drowned ou the rain but did nothing to lighten the mood down below. As the black clad figures stared down at them in silence.

The room went silent as Marie entered the chamber followed by Edward Carnagie. The crowds parted as she strode confidently to her podium in the front of the assembly. She turned gracefully letting her salt and peppered hair rise and fall ever so slightly a glimmer of her younger days of using her charm. Her attitude calmed the tense crowd.

"Now then, I believe it is time we entered into session. Please take your seats."

As the group quickly found their seating the lack of representatives was made far more obvious.

"Chief Arbiter Anne Quilby has finalized the results of the blind auction on all seats forfeited by the financial crisis, as such we have been called to reconvene. While traditionally each delegate would enter one by one due to the sheer number of representatives in question we shall be doing this by declared factions."

Murmurs of agreement and sighs of relief echoed throughout the hall as the prospect of reading off all the delegates would have gone well into the night. An aide slipped the Plutos a sheet of paper.

"First the independents have received zero corporate seats"

Independent houses rarely for involved in corporate politics although there numbers had still healthy increased as quite a few non corporate houses had disassociated from the major factions.

"Balton have lost nine corporate seats." Marie read off with a hint of bitterness.

"Brassington have gained ten corporate seats."

The doors to hall the hall opened as ten delegates with the Brassington Family Crest embroidered on their jackets. A standing ovation errupted from the back benches at the sight. Alyssa simply crossed her legs and blew a kiss to the Plutos with a predacious smile. The reading continued as the list of entities under Brassington control and their represented seats were given in detail.

When the reading had ended, the changes to the assembly were apparent and staggering as a haggard Raquel Leveque was surrounded by the empty seats that had once been the LBC faction most of which now stood standing in the over flowing back bench. She stood taking the floor to a deathly silent room.

"I... I" she hesitated chocking on the words in her throat. "The Faction of Leveque Berry and Cardon sees itself as unfit... She paused mas if trying to make sense of what she was saying after she had already started speaking. "As unfit to continue it's role as the opposition to the government and will resign from this esteemed position."

She collected herself and began walking back to her seat. As she walked back she tripped falling to her knees. Pretenses of a calm exterior dissolved as she hung her head and sobbed. She had lost her husband and her empire in the span of three years. Raquel was helped up and escorted out of the room by the remaining LBC delegates.

The silence hung in the air as Pierre Montpelier stood raising his hand. The Plutos herself seemingly unwilling to break the spell simply nodded in approval. Pierre had no such qualms it seemed, in a booming voice he began.

"As the position of Opposition now stands open I would like to declare a new opposition comprised of Montpelier and Brassington factions."

The vote in the back benches was swift.
48 in favor, 33 Abstaining, 13 opposed. The backbenches emptied out as the two factions placed themselves along the left side of the room.

As they settled into place staring down the government Montpelier's hand raised once again. "Madame Plutos as opposition to this government we see the government unfit to continue as it has lost its plurality."

The looming silence was shredded as a cacophony of voices let loose. Throughout the assembly.

"Order!" Edward Carnagie called out to the bickering delegates bring the room closer to silence again.

"Thank you Edward" Marie began, "The current government has indeed lost its plurality and such challenge is acceptable. The current government shall calls upon the Durant Faction to form a new government with that of the old, what say Durant?"

Another wave of voices was beaten as Emilé Durant stood, her Lunder Heritage more prominent than Marie's. "The Durant family accepts the invitation to join the government"

"Brisbois Affirms, Balton?" Marie responded smiling

Eyes turned to the right bench as Jessica Balton stood.

"Balton Affirms"

"Carnagie?" Marie turned towards the man to her right.

"Carnagie Defies"

Marie turned in astonishment to the man standing next to her. As the room errupted in shock.

"Edward what are you..." She began but was cut off as he aserted himself over the crowd.

"Carnagie announces it's intent to retire from the Brisbois-Balton Faction, and accept an invitation to join Brassington-Montpelier."

"Brassington affirms"

"Montpelier affirms"

Marie watched in horror as the Carnagie delegates stood and crossed over to the left bench.

"Nothing personal Marie, just a better deal." Carnagie shrugged as he passed Marie joining his companions.

"Madame Plutos in the face of your government being unable to form a plurality, we must request the resignation of the current government." Pierre called out among the hysteria.

Outside the chaos was muffled by the sound of heavy rainfall as darker clouds rolled over the city.

[Winst]

Betrayal in the Upper Assembly Collapses Brisbois Government
February 18th, 2020

What Happened?

Tonight was a momentous night in Winst. While Wintonian politics have been volatile since the surprise victory of Donovan Paige and his reform party the upper house has served as a stabalizing force under the Plutos Marie Brisbois for the last 20 years and a further 30 under both her mother and grandmother. This half century reign of Brisbois hegemony in Wintonian Politics have come crashing down. The impetus for this collapse being Edward Carnagie who abandoned the government joining with Brassington and Montpelier to form a new government pushing Brisbois into Opposition.

How did this happen?

The global recession triggered an automatic recall of all seats held by noble companies deemed toxic. Most of these seats came from the former opposition Leveque Berry Cardon but several were within the governing coalition as well. Thé outcome of the blind bidding on the toxic seats gave a massive boost to the Brassington and Montpelier factions wiping out LBC and taking away the governments plurality. An attempt.to add Durant to the governing coalition was upset by Carnagie abandoning the government in favor of Brassington and Montpelier.

What does this mean for Winst?

We are going to be seeing massive changes coming in the upper house as a new dynasty takes the title of Plutos. How much we won't know until we see how Montpelier moves with his new found power. What we know of Pierre Montpelier is that he is unlikely to continue the Brisbois strategy of "heard but not seen". We are bound to see a far more active Noble and Plutocratic class. All we know for sure is by the end of 2020 we will have a brand new government in both the upper and lower houses.

[Winst]

Silvus National News

Feb 24

@SNNWINST

BREAKING: Third Attempt to pass Economic Reforms fails to meet threshold. Attempts once again stymied by disunited governing alliance.

[Winst]

Market Collapse in Winst
March 4th, 2020

After a month of attempting to right the ship, the Wintonian market has collapsed. In the last few weeks the Wintonian Government headed by Michelle Tourne has faced rebellion in her own government by coalition members unhappy with her foreign policy position. Multiple attempts to pass a working reform package have been spoiled by both National Order representatives as well as People’s Union representatives with no clear attempt by their leadership to reign in the rogue delegates. Now we are facing the largest financial collapse since the end of the Olympic War.

Many in the opposition are actively calling for the government to dissolve itself in the face of the chaos, however, with set elections in May, it would mean sending voters to the polls twice in the span of three months. As news of job loss and housing foreclosures start streaming in, pressure in Silvus will continue to rise.

[Winst]

Loupe Residence 8th St.
Silvus, Winst
March 5th 2020

Maximilian Loupe trudged down his stairs as the early morning light lazily wafted through the skylight above. He began to fiddle with his coffee maker as he attempted to shake off the vestiges of sleep. He had barely slept as a slew of phone calls had kept him awake long into his usual sleep schedule. While the nation watched in horror, opposition representatives had been busy working out their next steps to oust the negligent Jacobin alliance who had led the nation into this mess. Loupe was furious even in his drowsy state, the Jacobin’s had nearly turned us into a pariah state with their dogmatic revolutionary propaganda and had sabotaged a good man doing good work for the sake of gaining political power. It was fitting that it was attempting to walk back from this position that doomed the alliance, he just wished they hadn’t taken the entire country down with them. All they had accomplished was to bring our relationship with Lunderfrau back to the level it had been before they took office and had spilled Parthonopian blood of a scrap of more land as if this was the trenches of the Olympic War. He shook his head in frustration as he heard the footsteps of his husband on the stairs as he finished brewing his cup and went to work preparing one for him.

“Max what are you doing up so early? You were up all night.” His husband began as he accepted the cup of coffee.

“We have an emergency meeting in the chamber this morning I wanted to get a run in before I went Sweetie Pie.” He kissed a sugar cube and added it with a dash of milk to his husbands cup. The smile that grew on his husbands face when he did that little ritual did more to wake him up than the coffee. It was the smile that he had fallen in love with on their first date ten years ago back when he was a young aspiring politician and Jean was just starting his Phd program. It had actually been Donovan who had connected them up in the first place.

“I’m guessing that means no Risotto tonight then?”

“I don’t think so honey its going to be a wild day Ophelia will keep you in the loop but I have a feeling I won’t be back till late.”

“That’s alright I’ll just order pizza and a beer” he said with a smile.

Max returned it with a perfect gasp of horror. “If you even think of bringing take out pizza into this house hold I’ll file for divorce”

“Don’t worry I’ll get a frozen one at the Grocery store.” Taking a sip of coffee before kissing him on the cheek before Max could come up with his next barrage of fake outrage.

“Nuh uh buster kissing privileges have been revoked for the next 2 days.”

“Two days!” he said his signature puppy dog eyes chipping away at Max’s heart

“Fine 2 Hours” he relented, however the eyes remained.

“Whatever” Max’s said giving him a kiss “No more till I’m back from my run” he pulled away and headed towards the door.

“Can’t wait” Jean smiled triumphantly back as he rounded the corner.

The streets were relatively quiet still as he began his jog, Max knew that several protests were already planned for the day and plenty of others that would naturally spring up. If nothing else Wintonians loved a good protest. The city had already started preparing for the chaos as he passed workers blocking various streets off. As he turned the corner he heard someone call out to him. He turned to face the man his strength drained away as numb warmth spread from his torso where the man had embedded his knife. His eyes were crazed as he pulled the knife back out.

“I won’t be one of your fucking Orphans.” He said as he plunged the knife back into Max. White hot searing pain finally entered his mind as the man stabbed him a third time and then a fourth and then a fifth.

---

Populist Assembly
Silvus, Winst
March 5th 2020

The chamber was silent for the first time in weeks as Government and opposition alike sat in shock that Representative Loupe had been stabbed to death on the streets of Silvus walking to attend the Assembly. He had been a popular man in Silvus a proud member of Reform who hadn’t abandon ship when Tourne’s protests had toppled Donovan Paige, she had admired him for sticking to his principals and fighting for those who had no one else. He had been killed by a white collar worker who had been fired from his job that morning and stripped from its family registry. It was almost ironic that the greatest champion of L’Orphelines was killed by a man desperately in need of the policies he was promoting.

All of the planning of the night before melted away all that was left was a room full of people who had lost one of their own. In the back of her mind however, the politician in Tourne was still there. At least he bought us time.

[Winst]

National Assembly Building
Silvus, Winst
March 5th 2020

Michelle was no longer angry, she had let enough of that out on her poor office after the conclusion of the vote. Now, she was simply ready to move on to the next step, she had skipped over Bargaining she had done plenty of that already. Depression had been her state of mind for quite a while so all that was left was to accept the reality. Across from her sat the other two women leading this coalition; Marissa Taylor and Julia Powels, the leaders of the Republican Order and the People’s Union respectively. They had derailed the Wintonian economy and caused massive unrest.

“Well we just failed to save our nation from devastation. Take that fucking smirk off your face Marissa.” Michelle changed her mind she was still angry.

“Calm down Michelle, you act like we owe you anything.” Marissa sneered

Powels just chuckled.

“What’s so funny Julia?”

“This whole charade, honestly. I knew this wouldn’t last but damn we nearly made it to re-election. All it took was a hurricane in SE Nori to tear down the entire financial system. You can’t expect me nor my constituents to support bailing it out?”

“No care for the affect on the working class people that you’ve let slide into poverty?”

“If you wanted incremental change and belief that the system is worth saving look to the socialists. You know what you were getting into bed with. Don’t act like your plan would have helped the working class people when a fucking aristocracy still controls the economy.”

Marissa held back the urge to continue down this path, instead sighing and taking the moment to reposition the conversation. “The Liberal Democrats have had a caucus and have decided to remove ourselves from the Jacobin Alliance. We’ll be announcing this on Monday in the Popular Assembly.”

Julia started laughing again, and Marissa simply shrugged as they both headed for the door, Marissa turned at the last second adding “I’ll see you on Monday then Madame Populos.” before closing the door behind her.

[Winst]

Silvus, Winst
March 9th 2020

“Usually there is something ominous in the air with these kinds of things right? Like dark clouds hanging overhead or it’s cold and windy, something to make it feel right you know?”

Jeremy just listened to Jean-Paul rant about his frustration, it was truly the first day of spring the weather was warm and there wasn’t a cloud in sight, although he had a feeling that the socialist would be bitchin about how this was global warming or something.

“Or you know we’d have started this early in the morning as the sun was rising, not in the middle of the day.” Jean-Paul continued blissfully unaware of his interlocutor’s indifference, although at this point Jeremey chimed in.

“Plan is to get them right as their lunch break begins after all.” patting his side where he’d concealed his rifle. Even on this warm day, the large winter coats didn’t look out of place, after all, it had been winter the day before.

As they walked along the street they recognized others walking along the road with them, and gave them a curt head nod.

“I mean I get why we’re doing it this way but it feels like one of those flash mobs that was popular a few years ago, I wish we could be marching in the streets to cheering crowds.” he continued in a bit quieter of a voice.

Jeremy just sighed “We’re in the wrong city for that, there are too many pinkos and cucks here, you got to go to Kent if you want a parade, besides once we win there will be time for parades.”

“I mean I know your right but that bitch ain't even here right now, whatever happened to stringing her up?”

“This is only possible because she isn’t here, there’s probably another team for that. From what I can tell this has been planned for a while, we were just brought on board late, now shut up its almost time.”

The men walked in silence on a path they had taken for work for the last five weeks. They knew most of the guards stationed in the area and knew which ones were with them. As they rounded the final corner they nodded at the soldier on the corner as he pulled on a black armband and smiled.

They slowed down as they walked past the entrance seeing two guards one with a black armband and one without. They listened as the clock struck noon. As the fourth chime rang out the guard fell to the ground, and everyone on the street charged through the gates, Jeremy grabbed his gun opening fire on the people leaving most likely for lunch, and started charging up the stairs to the National Assembly building.

[Winst]

Partial Transcript from Internal Meeting of the RO.
September 15, 2018

A: This seems reckless, we’ve been able to gain the most support we’ve seen in nearly a century! If we play the game right we could become a new fixture of Wintonian Politics.

B: The data shows that most people voted for us out of frustration and fear, something we can’t really keep up.

C: We got lucky and now we have to press our advantage while we can. Otherwise this country is going to collapse due to incompetence.

D: It seems like we are ready to strike a deal with the LibDems join of their Jacobin Alliance.

E: [D] is right, if we are able to secure the Secretary of Defense and Secretary of Security, we will be able to disrupt the entire national security apparatus when the time comes, as well as hide our activities in the mean time.

A: Can we even get both positions?

B: From what I can tell, yes. The Liberal Democrats are focused on retaining Secretary of State rather than Defense and they offered us Security immediately. If they accept Defense as well, we’ll be in perfect position, if not it would be trickier but still possible.

E: [C] how goes the Militia training and infiltration?

C: I mean we have a few militias forming, recruitment is mostly been face to face to avoid detection by the Department of Security, so its been slow moving. We also are losing quite a few of them to infiltrating the National Guard. The Army has proven illusive they have higher standards and our en have to compete with kids coming out of high school and college. We’ll need to work to expand the military's size and purge the older generations before we’ll have a chance of seizing enough positions.

E: Good, we’ll work on that, as soon as we are in power. Keep everyone ready at all times, we don’t know when our coalition is going to collapse, but my guess within the first three months, we will have to have the bare minimum prepared by then. We’ll have to play ball until we’re ready which means not picking fights with Commies until we are ready to go.

D: The commies will be dealt with during the operation, attacks on their head quarters and known hangouts with be timed with our main assault on the capital. Along with another squad to take out the news networks. We will need about a month to prepare, and get enough men in the capital to get operations underway.

E: We each have our duties, we will only meet like this again a month before the operation commences. The operation name will be Vulture. Long Live the Republic.

[A,B,C,D] Long Live the Republic.

[Winst]

Unknown Location, Winst
March 9th, 2020

Marc sat in his living room scrolling through the various chat rooms and message boards soaking up the chaos that was taking place. People were freaking out as they faced radio silence from SNN. The idiots couldn’t think for themselves let alone find the true news. He had already watched the live stream of armed men mowing down the journalists in the SNN news room as their propaganda machine came to a crashing halt.

One of his chat rooms pinged a notification to him apparently another DDOS request against a government website that was trying to reach out to the public, he ignored it enough people would flood the site craving information he wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

He kept scrolling through the message board till he came across a video that intrigued him. A bunch of black bands shakily holding a camera pretty amateur hour stuff, but what had peaked his interest was the Produz flag in the background and a tan man in a nice suit covered in bruises and gagged. The black bands all have their faces covered.

“Gentleman in these times we must remember that our enemies are not only within our nation. Those who would see our people destoryed by their own inaction are enemies to our cause same as those who march on our gates. The Produzir are limp dick cowards who’s inaction in the face of resurgent monarchists reveals the truth. They can’t defend themselves and will lead to the destruction of our way of life. To the Produz we would like to send a message on behalf of the Wintonian People:

This is what happens to cowards who abandon their posts in times of war.”

The man giving the speech places his gun onto the back of the diplomat’s head. The man’s final expression of fear frozen on his face as his body falls to the ground with a quiet thud., and the feed cuts out.

“Fucking Nice! I’m sharing this shit right now.”

[Winst]

So looking back on this RP over the course of this last year, I have found myself unwilling to continue to write a story around this topic. Especially due to the content of my last few post involving a take over of the national capital. Instead I will highlight the rest of the story in bullet points so the information is known in Canon.

Hopefully one day I can return to this and actually write the rest of the story line of longing for spring but for now for my own mental health I will leave it here. Thank you to however has been reading this story.

Abridged notes of the following chapters

• March:
  
  
  • RO Militias successfully take over the National assembly building and several other municipal centers
    
  • Attempt to assassinate Tourne is thwarted
    
  • The remaining members of the National Assembly form a Government of Unity and Michele Tourne declares martial law and deploys the Gendarmes
    
  • Student and leftist groups form militias and attack Republican Order in the streets, both are engaged by the Gendarmes
    
  • The leader of the Gendarmes Jean Phillipe Tenal reports large scale defections to militia groups, and invokes Article 16 allowing the deployment of the armed forces on Wintonian Soil.
• April
  
  
  • Rebel militias are driven from Silvus by the army and take up headquarters in Kent. The Republican Order occupies the North and West of the Country
    
  • The Montpellier family is forced to flee their lands as RO troops invade.
    
  • General Perot refuses orders to liberate Kingsbridge and defects to the Republican Order
• May:
  
  • Battle of Kingsbridge lasts for 3 weeks, National Government Victory but the city is heavily damaged.
    
  • fears grow that the RO has taken possession of Nuclear Arms when a transport ship disappears in the Rosel.
    
  • Tourne is granted formal emergency powers and takes the position of President, elections are suspended as is the national assembly.
• June:
  
  • RO Troops march east from Kingsbridge taking the city of Stonefer
  • Salus is burned to the ground
  • Southern Winst beset by refugees and terrorists
• July:
  
  • Iré rises in revolt rejoins the National side dividing the RO territory in half
  • Northern half of RO territory is captured soldiers turn to insurgency or attempt to head south
  • Montpellier falls to National Forces
• August:
  
  • Derin, Sarcourt, and Silloh all fall to National Troops isolating RO government in Kent from insurgents in the countryside.
  • A second attempt is made on Michelle Tourne's life
• September:
  
  • Kent is bombarded into submission
    
  • RO leadership is charged with treason and hung
    
  • Tourne reassures leaders that Winst is backing control but has not released emergency powers
    
  • Winst is left in a state of ongoing but shattered insurrection