Gala Metiochidon [IC/Sign-ups]

[Lux Pulchrae]

Constantino and Margot

They were to soon arrive at the museum, in a line of other cars also arriving for the gala. Resting her chin on her white-gloves hand, Margot looked out the window.

“Museum of History and Antiquities.” she said under her breath.

“Hm?” Constantino looked over.

“Nothing. Just remembering the name. Seems like you should be in here. As an exhibit.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” He raised an eyebrow in a humored wonder.

“Because you’re an ancient bastard. You have a family that stretches all the way back to Rome.”

Constantino smiled, proud of the fact. Margot noticed it.

“Though if you were an exhibit, you’d probably be one of the better looking ones.” she said as looked back to the museum.

“Uhh..thanks?”

“Cretin!” Margot thought.

The odd couple, though not really a couple, were sent at the behest of their respective families, or Constantino’s father to be more accurate. A transparent attempt to set them up that was easily seen, but ironically, the two had had an on-and-off-maybe courtship going on for months now.

The car stopped. They had arrived.

“See? You should’ve let me on that window side. I would’ve gotten out first and helped you out.”

“Such a queen.” Margot rolled her eyes.

Opening the door, Margot exited the vehicle. Dressed in a black, backless ball gown, her forearms covered by white evening gloves. Her black straightened out from its usual wavy curls. Her heels gave an extra bit of height but sadly not enough to tower her companion who was exiting the car now.

She put out her hand to help him, a smirk appeared on her black lips.

Constantino saw her hand as he was about to get out, his face becoming serious. “Don’t get too cute Dauphine.” exiting by himself. Out of the car, he revealed a typical black tuxedo. A black bow tie on his white shirt. Across his torso from shoulder to hip was a royal blue sash. His hands, similarly covered in white gloves though not as long, only up to the wrist at most.

A flood of camera flashes hit them as they made their way inside. They saw others, probably as foreign as they were, dressed as elegantly if not more.

[The Selkie]

Now I started to calm down more, the hot wave of embarrassment disappeared. Miss Aurelia was quite friendly indeed, she introduced herself further saying where she was from, again sounding strangely familiar but still I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. I must have read up about Kyrenaia at some point. To find interesting and fantastic names, or just exotic phrases to fit in a fantasy setting, I do often just toil on online translators and browse encyclopedic contents to get good ideas. Perhaps that's the case here, Kyrenaia is one of any dozen lands I've pulled a few snippets of inspiration from. Strange, I would think I would remember that, though, I tend to remember most of what I write but then again I often do write stuff I may never have intent to send in or sometime just daydream up stories when I'm in bed about to fall asleep or out shopping with mother or -- okay again I am rambling!

"My father sent me here. Says it'd be good for my work to gain more attention outside Abetton. I did say I was from Abetton didn't I? Well now you know. But to be real with you, Miss Aurelia, my work isn't exactly the kind that appeals to this kind of crowd if you get what I'm saying? I write mostly fantasy, works enjoyed by kids and teens. Derivative at times. But it's what I enjoy writing so I guess it really doesn't make much difference if the high art crowd doesn't like it or not, but here I am."

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
"And let me stop you right there.", I told her - now, there was a bit of sternness creeping into my voice. "Let the high art morons suck on a..." I almost said something less then age-appropriate, but caught myself. "...lemon. You enjoy, what you write and apparently, quite a few other people do as well. So what it if is some fantasy children's book, that some people might not like?" I shrugged. "I'd be lying, if I said I didn't enjoy a bit of escapism every now and again."
Granted, my escapism had little to do with reading, but that was another thing I would not tell her, at least not now. It was nothing indecent, though, rather that I read enough during my daily work and needed to move after it was concluded.
"And publishing a work at your age - not bad either.", I added with a nod, then paused, "So let the high art morons think what they want. The important part is, that you enjoy yourself and that your readers enjoy themselves."

Lieđđi certainly did try, and to a success that'd surprise herself more than anyone else. The Pinelander Singer was hardly ready to bring up the topic of the Geansai though, even if Mhairi wouldn't have minded. For the time being, she concluded that if her code of dress was allowed for the event in the first place, it's not to be taken with any sort of offense. Besides, if there's one thing even a semi-famous person comes to know, it's that bringing up questions and comments that could be taken in an offensive way; any offensive way is a bit of a one-way ticket to "being cancelled"... Realistically, though the Selkie she was talking to seemed completely reasonable on a first interaction basis, even if that "little girls' room" still confused her and even seemed slightly suggestive to her, she was still mainly a stranger to Lieđđi, so assumptions aren't really something to be made quite yet...

But, that was hardly a jab against Mhairi. In fact, as she reacted jovially to the Joiker's willingness to accept that "singing session" she invited her to, to the point that the smile she beamed back at the slightly shorter woman almost seemed too large to be healthy, a more reserved but no less happy reaction was given in addition as well. After Ms. Uasal's exclamation in response; that being

Mhairi Uasal: "Really? Awesome! Meet you tomorrow at ten for a jamming session, then lunch? It'd be on me."

Lieđđi would react soundlessly with an enthusiastic nod, with a continuation of her smile in addition. Though that "soundless" response would change upon the mention of the budget given by the Foreign Office, something that she would politely chuckle to

At this point, Ms. Sirunieida's glass was practically empty, so with a final drink she'd empty it, now holding a glass empty of water. Alongside that and a stomach that at this point if it could talk it'd be saying "hey, don't you think it's time for a little bite to eat?", Lieđđi's eyes would drift from Mhairi's, past her frame and towards the open bar, which assumedly the Selkie Musician got the glasses of water from, a gaze that would last with vague longing for a few seconds, before returning to the woman whom approached her. With a subtle nod towards the bar in question, she'd ask Mhairi:

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "This evening's still large, and I believe we have some time before the opening speech. I think I'll take myself over to the bar to... * ahem *, fuel myself, and I'd be happy to see you join me. I haven't really got anyone to meet here otherwise, that's for sure."

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I smiled and nodded.
"Sure, I'd be glad to have a drink with you.", I told her and closed the distance as we walked towards the bar, which, as it seemed, only served water for now.
Well, there were worse things.
For instance being cancelled for asking innocent questions... or not thought out remarks. My sister once told me, that she was asked, as the Geansai was colour coded by the Tribe one was of, if it was a sort of gang uniform. It was not untrue, but such remarks weren't material for the first five minutes of knowing each other.
Either way...
"May I ask, Lieddyy, do you have siblings?", I asked with a bit of interest, then added: "I'm the middle of three sisters."

[The Pinelands]

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I smiled and nodded.
"Sure, I'd be glad to have a drink with you.", I told her and closed the distance as we walked towards the bar, which, as it seemed, only served water for now.
Well, there were worse things.
For instance being cancelled for asking innocent questions... or not thought out remarks. My sister once told me, that she was asked, as the Geansai was colour coded by the Tribe one was of, if it was a sort of gang uniform. It was not untrue, but such remarks weren't material for the first five minutes of knowing each other.
Either way...
"May I ask, Lieddyy, do you have siblings?", I asked with a bit of interest, then added: "I'm the middle of three sisters."

The "only water" bar wasn't the most awful proposition for the 25 year old, slightly short Pinelander. And as it had turned out, there was a few selection of snacks available at it already, which Lieđđi was indeed thankful for. She wasn't completely famished; far from it, but the journey from the hotel she was put up in over to the Gala Metiochidon did make her peckish... Or maybe that's just nerves talking, because she certainly had aplenty to spare on the journey here. Not to say she doesn't have any now, that's hardly the case, moreso that it was smothered underneath a lot more at the time.

With Mhairi's willingness to join her for more time made obvious by her answer, the Joiker would answer by looking back towards her as she caught up slightly with that same smile, and a mute nod to boot.
For the time being, Lieđđi would quickly peruse the "bar" that really didn't have much there but just enough for this start of the Gala. She would've decided to pick up a small stash of what seemed to be rich tea biscuits from the little selection there was; some for now, some for later she reasoned internally.

In the meantime, Ms. Sirunieida would've been caught by a question from the Selkie, on the topic of siblings. She was in the middle of pocketing her newly acquired snack as Mhairi added with the comment of her being a middle child; not THE considering she had three others, but somewhere there. That would've caused Lieđđi to perform a quick nod as if in agreement, as if to communicate that that applied to herself too, but she'd respond also soon enough

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "I have an older brother and younger sister, Mhairi. That makes me a middle child as well, so beyond the usual calls early on for me to "do something more productive than singing" I wasn't given the most attention by my parents, not that I minded too much.

At least they came around eventually regarding my career, for a time there I feared they never would. My parents are quite set in their ways, and often believe that it's a man or woman's duty to serve the Council or wider Pinelands in some sort of active way. Say, serving in the Army, or working in Council politics.
But now I bet I'm boring you"

Finishing with a light-hearted, quiet chuckle. Lieđđi didn't actually think she'd be driving away Mhairi at this point with her "rambling", but she did recognise that it might have also been a bit of a TMI situation, especially so early into the evening, and their talking with one another. She didn't pay it too much heed however, and would soon speak up again, this time on the topic of her siblings directly

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "So surprise surprise, my bigger brother, Mikkal is currently serving in the Army of the Pinelands. And my younger sister, Kariinná recently got a job under the Commissar of Vuoražas Hámman, working on communication between the Council and the people who make it up.
So I suppose that makes me the "unique one", huh? But I still very much love the both of them, why wouldn't I? Kariinná visits me quite often actually, though my brother can't considering occupation."

[Aureumterra III]

Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities
Delegation of Aureumterra

A black SUV carrying the Aureumterrans made its way towards the Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum. The vehicle would be one of many arriving to the venue that evening, as was obvious as they got closer to the museum. Andre looked out the window the entire time with curiosity, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of one of the very few places outside of his own country he had ever been to. The last time he went out to a gala like this was about a year ago in Nifon, an event which had ended up quite interestingly to say the least. He, of course, expected this one to be far more tame, anything not involving Nifon was comparatively so.

The prince had rarely been allowed to venture far from his family, only on occasions like this one where he was needed to represent his country and family. As he came of age, he was tasked with more and more diplomatic duties, in order for him to eventually fulfill his role as Imperial Prince of Aureumterra. Despite this, however, Andre was still nonetheless excited to travel to a new place and meet new people, both things which he had seldom had the opportunity to do so. Having spent his entire life under the watchful eye of his big brother, who had made a vow to their mother on her deathbed to protect him at all costs, he was sheltered and kept far away from most of the world outside the walls of his family’s estates for most of his life, save for the time he spent schooling. The prince, now 19, had still in many ways maintained a naive view of the world. It was almost a tragedy of sorts, being kept inside a cage, albeit a very gilded one, yet still a cage.

He wore formal tuxedo, as was appropriate for the occasion. A buttoned down white dress shirt with closed cufflinks, complemented by a black overcoat and dark dress pants. On his chest to the right side was a ribbon with the Imperial Coat of Arms on it, a symbol adorned by members of the Imperial Family on public occasions. Across his body, from his left shoulder down to his right hip was a sash which was strung down, its golden color signifying the rank of the person wearing it - in Andre’s case, his status as royalty.

Of course, he would never be allowed to go to such an event unattended. Accompanying him was Victor Müller, a veteran of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and presently serving in his role as Special Envoy. In addition to being a diplomat for the Empire, his role here was made very clear to him - protect the prince at all costs, make sure nothing goes wrong for him, and keep an eye on him as much as possible. He knew the last part would be difficult in a gala as large as this one, but it was his duty, and he knew well the consequences of failing at the responsibility entrusted to him. His dress was almost identical to that of the prince’s, minus the Coat of Arms, which was replaced by a pin with the flag of Aureumterra, a typical symbol for diplomats to wear. His sash was blue to signify his rank - that of a bureaucrat.

As the vehicle approached the venue’s entrance, Müller briefed the prince, "Your Imperial Highness, is everything buttoned up and tied?" He asked, inspecting the prince’s dress for any discrepancies. It was his duty to make sure everything went smoothly tonight, and he wasn’t going to have any dress issues causing any awkward moments for the prince in the gala.

Andre nodded, showing Müller all of his sleeves and shirt. He adjusted his coat as the car approached the entrance. Müller stepped out of the vehicle first and opened the door for the prince, as was customary when traveling with a member of the Imperial Family.

Andre eagerly walked out, completely blindsided by the barrage of photographers that met him outside. The amount of flashes overwhelmed him, and he could barely keep his eyes open as he made his way into the museum. A mix of excitement and anxiety overtook him, as he had never been in the media spotlight before. Müller quickly directed him towards where they needed to be going, and the pair made its way into the lobby, seeing many delegations had already arrived…

[Nova Secta]

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Theonymphi & Aristeidis Chatzigeorgiou

Theonymphi and Aristeidis returned from the bar to get glasses of water. Theonymphi tried out a curly ponytail for her hairstyle, a new ground to tread on apart from her recognizable straight hair which complimented well with the red-violet sunset-colored gown with a black top. Aristeidis kept the straight cut while wearing a tuxedo with a charcoal-colored suit, which calls back to his cool demeanor. Blending themselves among the crowd, they looked around until they saw two women in the picture. One woman was wearing a long navy-blue gown with a tiara and a choker with an emerald centerpiece. The other was wearing a fanciful military uniform with a tricorne hat.

"Those two look interesting," said Aristeidis, "I like her tricorne hat. It's like she's an 18th century soldier"

"Nice dress," Theonymphi eyed the one with the navy-blue gown, "Love everything about it."

"Let's meet them."

They sauntered up to the two women and offered their greetings.

"Greetings, Miladies. Where's the 12 pound cannon, if I may ask," Aristeidis chuckled after kissing the hands of the two ladies.

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It had not taken long before someone had paid notice to the Princess of Artica and her Sentinel escort; Caitríona had looked up to see a pair of sophisticates in expensive looking clothing walking towards them, a look of almost curious amusement on their face. This was the moment she had been dreading since they had touched down at the airport, the face-to-face meetings with other dignitaries whom she had no knowledge of, whom she had never met and would have no real comprehension of how to communicate with beyond informal pleasantries. It was everything a monarch-in-training should have been able to do, and everything she herself was unable to process, yet here they were, about to be thrust into a conversation before they had even entered the museum proper. She could only hope that time would somehow speed forward in its passage to allow her to escape the potential embarrassment she was about to cause both for herself, her father, and for the Glorious Dominion of Saescia…

”Greetings, Miladies. Where's the 12 pound cannon, if I may ask?”

…And immediately, she was thrown for a loop, so thrown off by the comment that her initial reaction was too intense to bottle up. Without even thinking about it, she began giggling anxiously like a complete idiot, the comment so out of left field and unexpected that it had completely smashed her internal defenses, her internal walls so to speak and had left them in tatters. It was all she could do to control herself as the young, handsome gentleman with the straight cut and the charcoal-colored suit took her by the hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly fashion before taking Knight-Captain Longstreet by the hand and doing the same. Of course, as soon as she began to compose herself and formulate a response to the dashing young gentleman, she could already hear the snicker coming from her Sentinel escort, and she instinctively knew what was coming. Jessamyn was nothing if not predictable with her wisecracks, and this instance was certainly no different as she let out a bellowing howl of laughter.

“The cannonade comes in the morning after a night of intense passion,” the Knight-Captain said with a coy smile towards the young man. “Saescians love a grand celebration, whether it be in a museum gala such as this or between the sheets, good sir, and I assure you that we have plenty of artillery between us.”

“Oh, dear God,” Caitríona said in a huff, resisting the urge to smack Jessamyn’s hand away from the handsome young gentlemen. “Please forgive Knight-Captain Longstreet; she suffers from the inability to know when to shut up and not speak her mind, especially in formal settings such as these.”

“The Princess of Artica is more refined than I, of course,” Jessamyn replied, looking towards Caitríona with a mildly apologetic slant. “You will forgive a soldier’s lack of decorum I presume? Knowing that we almost never have time to get into bed with such a handsome specimen as yourself while we–”

“–Ahem, right then,” Caitríona interrupted her, turning to face the young woman that had accompanied the gentleman over. “Introductions are in order; I am Caitríona, Princess of Artica and heiress apparent to the Throne of Sturdivant in the Glorious Dominion of Saescia. My escort beside me – and soon to be fired escort at that – is Knight-Captain Jessamyn Longstreet of the Royal Sentinels of the Saescian Defense Services. We are much obliged for your warm welcome, and are your humble servants here tonight.”

[Weltkria]

CHAPTER 1 | ARC 1 "THE PILOT"

UNKNOWN

The silent hum of the Banner fell away as the two afterburners roared to life, spitting out flame and fire as they propelled the nimble aircraft into the sky. It was the best way to defend the Revolution - to defend it from the hungry fascists, who circled a innocent nation. He had to defend the people from the yoke of the Fascist, the capitalists whom circled the nation - looking for any hole to exploit. He looked at a single picture on his cockpit, his fingers brushing by a single face.

He charged forward, the rest of his squadron following him. They roared above picturesque villages, the unbearable sounds of supersonic jets waking villagers. Time seemed to bend as the aircraft rushed towards their target, the hawks of Weltkria searching for a target.

A almost ethereal chirping filled his ears as his RWR went live. He threw his plane into corkscrew as cries of alarm filled his ears. He watched missiles sprint away from his comrades, the trails running away from his view.

Sweat scrolled down his face as he corkscrewed his aircraft into evasive maneuvers, red filling his eyes as he started to black-out.

No use. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a missile sprint towards his aircraft.

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HOME

The Pilot - Lieutenant Erich Heiner - woke up in a cold sweat. He ambled around for the whiskey he kept near his endtable - it was much more effective than the crap anti-depressants they gave him. He whiskey flowed into his body, soothing his nerves. Sure, it was unhealthy - but everyone did it, and it kept those days from his memories locked up in an infernal hell, the way he liked. He'd give his life to avoid reliving those memories, so in the whiskey went.

His eyes burnt as he finished the bottle. His room was spartan - military barracks didn't leave much for decoration, but there was a single constant among his bases. A single picture, mounted right above his bed. It had been with him since the beginning of his career, constantly staying by his side - even when he flew.

He noticed an ornate letter under his door. Picking up, he ensured that it was addressed to him.

The contents of the letter disgusted him. It had turned out that the faffs over at command had decided to assign him to "diplomatic duty" over at a capitalist event, the same people which had killed half of his squadron. Worse - the Ardenians would be there! The Ardenians! He would punch the cocky General-whatever that had assigned him to this "Gala" - he did not fit there, and would probably get kicked out the second he got blissfully drunk.

Sighing, he resigned himself to his fate.

[Abetton]

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
"And let me stop you right there.", I told her - now, there was a bit of sternness creeping into my voice. "Let the high art morons suck on a..." I almost said something less then age-appropriate, but caught myself. "...lemon. You enjoy, what you write and apparently, quite a few other people do as well. So what it if is some fantasy children's book, that some people might not like?" I shrugged. "I'd be lying, if I said I didn't enjoy a bit of escapism every now and again."
Granted, my escapism had little to do with reading, but that was another thing I would not tell her, at least not now. It was nothing indecent, though, rather that I read enough during my daily work and needed to move after it was concluded.
"And publishing a work at your age - not bad either.", I added with a nod, then paused, "So let the high art morons think what they want. The important part is, that you enjoy yourself and that your readers enjoy themselves."

I smiled and stiffed a giggle, she had a pretty colorful but appropriate euphemism but she was right. I mean I already was rather fine with not having everyone accept my work as is, I mentioned that already but something about hearing it from a woman like her just made me feel better. "Yeah, yeah, you're right there's no need for me to worry about the crowd here so I won't." Father's money too, he wanted to spend it sending me here than that's on him. "Not just one." I felt the need to brag just a little. "But several. It's a great series if I might blow my own trumpet for a moment. Actually I have two series, one is more geared towards teens and older while my main series, the one that got me published in the first place is for kids. No complaints, I wrote it to be very youthful. Well I did hope it would draw a wide crowd but I'm not going to complain that it draws in kids. Maybe yourself might fancy a read some time? Well I guess if you like magic and witches or if you want to skew older than girls wearing scantly clad armor." Again I chuckled I made a lame joke but it's true, I played well into the trope of the dreaded bikini armor but why not? "I'm not keeping you, am I? I don't know if you have others here you'd want to talk to or not, I really don't know anyone." I shrugged and giggled nervously.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Ujazdow - Blaveldt-Ryszana

Two men -- one worn-down by age, one still fresh and young -- huddled over a small table, in a small study, in Ujazdow's small Castle. The elder was Krazus; King of the Free Sister-Realms of Blauveldt and Ryszana; the younger, his eldest, and only, son.

Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski.

Between them lay a letter -- crisp, and clean, written on the fanciest paper money could.

With courtesy and contributions from the Pergamonic Royal Family and our beneficiaries, we invite you to attend the 95th Gala Metiochidon, a formal, celebratory event to commemorate the 2334th anniversary of the founding of the Metiochid Empire and its eponymous ruling dynasty. As usual, the event will be held on 19 December at the Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities. This is a black-tie gala, so please wear appropriate clothing and attire...

"2334 years." Krazus raised an eyebrow.
"Can't imagine that." Berengar concurred, putting it down after he finished. "What's our business with them, anyhow? The SEA?"
"Aye, and little else." Krazus sighed. "I'd like to change that-"
"Starting with me?" Berengar finished, frowning a little.
"Yes, starting with you, boy. I'd say you should start packing around...now."
"Now?"
"Now. I've already arranged the flight, it takes off in four."
"...Sonova- erm, yes, father."
"Cheer up, will you? Once you're my age and doing the shit I do, you'll wish you'll have gone to more of 'em."
"Right, right, yeah." Berengar nodded, absent-mindedly. "You've mentioned it before. Can't wait for that."
"Oh, cheer up a bit! Just play nice with them and you'll do fine."
"It's a gala." Berengar noted. "I'll have to dance."
"And?"
"I hate dancing."
Krazus arched an eyebrow. "You always say that. Even if it's with that Selkie-lass you like?"
A blush played across Berengar's face, and the faintest hint of a smile. "...well, that's a different matter, pa."
"Sure it is. Pack your nice uniform, for the record."
Berengar abruptly seized up, his casual demeanor suddenly evaporating.
"No." he replied, coldly.
Krazus took one long look, and sighed. "Berengar-"
"Sir."
"I know you might not have the best memories- "
"I am not active duty anymore, sir, and I would prefer to keep what happened then at an arm's reach."
"I am aware." Krazus stood, and strode up to his son, before clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Here's the rub. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, but it simply doesn't. Where does our authority come from, Berengar?"
"The people of Blauveldt and Ryszana." Berengar replied -- as he always had, and as he always, he hoped, would.
Krazus shook his head. "Would it be that were the case. No. It is the Reichswehr, for good or ill."
"For now."
"For the forseeable future, too. They will not accept you if you try to break from them, my friend. They will not oppose you -- you are not wholly wrong. The public will not counteance a coup against you, I suspect, nor the rank-and-file. But they will smear you, and they will never do your bidding -- and without them on your side, you can accomplish..." Krazus shrugged. "I do not wish to say 'nothing'. But close enough."
Berengar nodded -- like he always had, when this talk came up. "I understand." he replied.
"...I know you do." Krazus dropped his hand from Berengar's shoulder. "Tell you what. This time, it's up to you. Make the hosts remember you as someone pleasant, at least, and have a good time with your lass. And don't cause an incident."
"...Right." Berengar nodded, as he turned to leave. "I'll be off."
"Aye." A soft chuckle. "Don't keep her waiting."

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Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski | Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum
A soft sigh escaped Berengar's lips as his shoes touched the cobbles. No uniform this time around, nor sword; unusual for the Crown Prince of Blauveldt-Ryszana, perhaps, but nonetheless, he was still properly dressed, though perhaps less formally than black tie, strictly speaking, required: a slightly-worn, but still servicable white button-down shirt, black tie and pants; and a pair of leather shoes, and over it was a somewhat weatherbeaten black coat. No points for stunning dress, but it would, hopefully, work.

He spared a brief, admiring glance at the facade of the museum -- and then proceeded onwards.

I should greet the hosts. he thought, absent-mindedly - as he passed through the gates, the courtyard, and into the lobby. But first...

Ida.

With that in mind, he swept his eyes over the room, keeping an eye out the blonde-haired, bright-eyed Selkie-lass so dear to him.

[Seleucid Pergamon]

5:42 PM PGST

Two more cars pulled up onto the entrance, and one by one, they let their passengers into the familiar wild. The first car contained two actresses, one of elder age and one younger. Like her starring in a multitude of films and television shows, the veteran actress Antigone Leventidi's attendances can almost compare to that quantity. Faidra Castellaniadi, on the other hand, acted in a number of films that paled, but her resume included prominent films that promoted her fame, which included Odysseus of the North and The Taverna on the Shores. With her gown attaining a rather steep neckline, one might assume that the increase of the frequency of the camera flashes was attributed to this peculiar choice of fashion. It was a thought that Antigone, who dressed more modestly, let come to her mind with certainty. The second car transported a more interesting figure. The photographers, with their sights set, felt a sense of astonishment as they observed a pair of spiked headphones emerge from the backseats. Andromachi Karapatakis, also known famously as "Volectra," could not resist feeling amazement after gazing upon first seeing the ethereal-lighted facade from the road leading to the museum's parking lot. Setting foot, her red eyeglasses helped to shield her eyes from the bright bombardment, and her excitement grew more than ever. She walked behind the actress duo with a smile, her choice of dress is a black, strapless gown with a v-shape back and black gloves providing her with the most confidence for her entrance into the lobby. It was like how she captivated her audience on her first stream almost two years ago, and her first live show at Salasina one year ago.

Reaching the lobby, they dispersed into the crowd. The acting pair exchaned a welcoming cheer with Takis Harropoulos upon seeing him, while Andromachi roamed around, speaking to her viewers from her smartphone. Both her and Faidra received looks from a various number of guests due to their style of clothing, even catching the eyes of the Teressien delegation consisting of Vin, Prinz von Dorch, Mina, Burggräfin of Fuchsbau and Ida Findehof.

President Aryana Zahir

The first person to approach was Prime Minister Koldaki of Pergamon. Another woman in a high level government position, surely someone relatable to President Zahir just for that reason alone. The Prime Minister gretted her with the standard Islamic greeting, one which President Zahir very much did not prefer. She wasn't a highly religious Muslim and didn't think it necessary to be greeted that way, although she was used to foreign dignitaries defaulting to it to avoid the risk of causing offense. She returned the Prime Minister's smile.

"I'm glad to be here, the weather back home is starting to get terrible. You know how winter is in the Hindu Kush," she spoke with an accent that sounded somewhat British, but would still be clear to anyone she is not a native English speaker and had a soft, gentle sounding voice. "Besides, I needed a break anyway, you should know how exhausting our work can get. I'm here as a private citizen just as much as I am a high level government official."

Alexandra Koldaki

The prime minister, having heard the mention of the Hindu Kush's weather at this time, reminisced her travels to Cappadocia in the past. Though an enjoyable experience, she despised the cold. Even with a thick jacket, the climate seemed to always find a way to let itself in and pester her. Despite never being within the lands near and within the Hindu Kush, Alexandra recognized how its climate was much worse. She transformed the memory into a laugh, her mouth covered by her hand as if to prevent herself showing it out of fear of embarrassment.

"I would freeze to death there," Alexandra commented, "I wouldn't even think of setting foot on one mountain in that range."

"Besides, I needed a break anyway, you should know how exhausting our work can get. I'm here as a private citizen just as much as I am a high level government official," added Zahir. Alexander could not help but shake her head with affirmation.

"Policy and lawmaking and paperwork gets on my nerve at times, and don't get me started on the parliamentary debates. That's why I set my vacation during this weekend, and after all, it's obligatory for me to attend alongside the Grand Prince himself. But in this time, I like to enjoy myself as a regular, just like you, and hopefully we can have an enjoyable night alongside the other cabinet ministers. Especially, Mr. Demetriopoulos over there."

Alexandra then took a sip from her glass of water.

Still in a bit of conversation the twins found themselves approached by a couple of other party guests, locals perhaps? Well anything was really possible but they seemed nice and eager to make acquaintance. "Ah thank you very much. " Yukiko thanked, with Momiji echoing "Yeah thanks. Oh uh, Momiji Kujo. My sister, Yukiko."

"Good evening, Dim-it-roula." It took a bit of practice for Yuki to try to say the name "Nikoolas" She also repeated the brother's name. "Anyway, we're from Katase so admittedly western dress isn't our specialty but our friend said these dresses would be the best look on us for this event."

Dimitroula & Nikolas Vascopolou

"I would've loved to see those! Kimonos are really ravishing," exclaimed Dimitroula, "It's too bad that the Gala's dress code right now doesn't allow it. Hopefully, next year, they will allow traditional clothing. I mean, the theme of this Gala is to celebrate one of antiquity's prominent dynasty, if not thee, that brought about syncretism between Hellenism and other local religions, cultures, and traditions. Oh, you can call me Dimi, by the way, if my first name is difficult for you both."

"Plus, it's cure, too," Nikolas smiled, hiding his hands in his pocket again.

"So, who are you both? Are you princesses, or perhaps nobility or daughters of famous or important people," asked Dimi, eyes shining curiosity.

It had not taken long before someone had paid notice to the Princess of Artica and her Sentinel escort; Caitríona had looked up to see a pair of sophisticates in expensive looking clothing walking towards them, a look of almost curious amusement on their face. This was the moment she had been dreading since they had touched down at the airport, the face-to-face meetings with other dignitaries whom she had no knowledge of, whom she had never met and would have no real comprehension of how to communicate with beyond informal pleasantries. It was everything a monarch-in-training should have been able to do, and everything she herself was unable to process, yet here they were, about to be thrust into a conversation before they had even entered the museum proper. She could only hope that time would somehow speed forward in its passage to allow her to escape the potential embarrassment she was about to cause both for herself, her father, and for the Glorious Dominion of Saescia…

”Greetings, Miladies. Where's the 12 pound cannon, if I may ask?”

…And immediately, she was thrown for a loop, so thrown off by the comment that her initial reaction was too intense to bottle up. Without even thinking about it, she began giggling anxiously like a complete idiot, the comment so out of left field and unexpected that it had completely smashed her internal defenses, her internal walls so to speak and had left them in tatters. It was all she could do to control herself as the young, handsome gentleman with the straight cut and the charcoal-colored suit took her by the hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly fashion before taking Knight-Captain Longstreet by the hand and doing the same. Of course, as soon as she began to compose herself and formulate a response to the dashing young gentleman, she could already hear the snicker coming from her Sentinel escort, and she instinctively knew what was coming. Jessamyn was nothing if not predictable with her wisecracks, and this instance was certainly no different as she let out a bellowing howl of laughter.

“The cannonade comes in the morning after a night of intense passion,” the Knight-Captain said with a coy smile towards the young man. “Saescians love a grand celebration, whether it be in a museum gala such as this or between the sheets, good sir, and I assure you that we have plenty of artillery between us.”

“Oh, dear God,” Caitríona said in a huff, resisting the urge to smack Jessamyn’s hand away from the handsome young gentlemen. “Please forgive Knight-Captain Longstreet; she suffers from the inability to know when to shut up and not speak her mind, especially in formal settings such as these.”

“The Princess of Artica is more refined than I, of course,” Jessamyn replied, looking towards Caitríona with a mildly apologetic slant. “You will forgive a soldier’s lack of decorum I presume? Knowing that we almost never have time to get into bed with such a handsome specimen as yourself while we–”

“–Ahem, right then,” Caitríona interrupted her, turning to face the young woman that had accompanied the gentleman over. “Introductions are in order; I am Caitríona, Princess of Artica and heiress apparent to the Throne of Sturdivant in the Glorious Dominion of Saescia. My escort beside me – and soon to be fired escort at that – is Knight-Captain Jessamyn Longstreet of the Royal Sentinels of the Saescian Defense Services. We are much obliged for your warm welcome, and are your humble servants here tonight.”

Theonymphi & Aristeidis Chatzigeorgiou

Both brother and sister observed how the woman in the navy-blue gown lost her composure in an anxious, but delightful giggle. The sight was enough to elicit surprised chuckles from them, and more so when the Knight-Captain made one wisecrack remark. But a different reaction overtook Aristeidis once the same person formed a coy smile on her visage and offered her hand by will, one that made his eyes widen in quiet disbelief.

"Nice one, Aris," complimented Theonymphi in the same sentiment.

"To be honest, I was not expecting that," replied Aristeidis.

As Theonymphi reassured the princess, the Knight-Captain made another compliment to the brother, in that similar tone. Aristeidis held his lips back, before relaxing as the princess interrupted her assistant, and introductions were subsequently made.

"Glad to meet you, Your Highness," Theonymphi bowed alongside Aristeidis, "We are both grateful that you fine women are attending. I am Theonymphi Chatzigeorgiou, Chief Marketing Officer of Dionissia Aromatics and freelance fashion designer. To my left is my older brother, Aristeidis, President of A. V. Chatzigeorgiou Private Security."

"Royal Sentinels, huh? I supposed that is the name of the royal guards in your kingdom," Aristeidis asked Jessamyn.

Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities, Pergamon. 19 December, 5:30 PM

And then there were three. Three royals of Phibeta who have not wed or are engaged in any relationships. Though, it does not matter to these young royals. These bachelors and bachelorette enjoyed their lives as distant from the line of succession. With their eldest sister, Queen Diane II bearing children, two of them already, so the siblings do not need to worry about themselves much, just their reputations. The three siblings walk out of their carriage and into the museum of where the gala is to take place.

Prince Jerald is the second eldest brother of the siblings. A very polite and cheerful fellow, a good friend to the Queen, his eldest sister. A seasoned veteran too, serving in the Phibetan army as captain of the Greens and Purples Regiment. He holds the title of Duke of Beakdale and many other titles.

Prince Alfred, the youngest brother of the queen, is quite the opposite. Brash and loud, ignorant and proud. He, a rear-admiral, works with aircraft in the Royal Navy, but is also quite the ocean lover. He has those wholesome moments but oftentimes would side with the Nationalists on national opinions. He holds the title of Duke of Billington, along with others like his brother

Princess Cathrine, the youngest sister, is more or less like her brother Jerald. Soften-spoken and polite, but oftentimes very loud and direct. She is a lady of literature, arts, and justice. She is an Air Marshal in the Royal Air Force and like her siblings holds the title of Countess of Creeton. As they make their way inside, the three converse.

“I don’t understand why I have to go,” says Prince Alfred angrily. “I had plans with my good friend Mr. Torrance. He doesn’t like it when I have to go away”.

“Dear brother, you must understand that what our sister wants, we must do,” says Prince Jerald calmly. “We have a duty not only to our sister, but to our kingdom. Her Majesty couldn’t make it tonight, since being a mother comes first for her newborn, especially as her duties will be keeping her at Kensington Palace”.

“Oh, couldn’t Prince Harold do it. That spineless brother of ours likes doing these international things

“We are here to represent the kingdom, no matter who we are. Besides, we think some away time from that Mr. Torrance character might do you good”.

“Why you!” Alfred shouts.

“Don’t lose your cool Alfred” says Princess Cathrine. “You may not like it, but this it the only duty we have as members of the royal family. So chin up, straighten up, and for Heroes sake, don’t say anything that will hurt our reputation”

“Fine”

At long last, they enter the gala room. The interesting choice for decor and style caught the eyes of many, including the siblings. There were many other dignitaries too, some from the region. This was a time to mingle with others, learn their cultures, and bring out the best of Phibeta and especially the royal family.

Janggok Da & Aristarchos Chaconalli

The Joyonghean clan were long-time members of the Demetica since 1935. On a diplomatic and archaeological trip organized by the Pergamonic and Levantine delegations, the Grand Prince and Sultan discovered their lineage to the ancient dynasty through Theocydes Sanggeun of Seobuyeo, descendant of Seleucus X Tryphon. Afterwards, they were the co-hosts of the Gala, and remained in that position to this day. Usually, more prominent members of the clan attended the event, but for complications and circumstances known only to them and the two host families, only five attended. Janggok Da was the leader of the group, and his position as the Count of Tansan proved this circumstance much. With his composed and aloof countenance, one can be intimidated firsthand upon meeting him. He and Aristarchos Chaconalli were discussing about the recent developments with the restoration project of one of Seobuyeo's citadels situated in Southern Mongolia, until they caught sight of the eloquence of the Phibetan delegation. Seeing no one else is vacant, they both walked up to them and greeted them.

"Welcome to the Gala, fellow guests. I hope the travel was too aggravating. I am Janggok Da, Count of Tansan and a Demetica," greeted Da, standing proud with his medals, cordons, and sash earned from national service. Hopefully, his introduction and friendly tone was enough to lessen the tension.

"And I am Aristarchos Chaconalli, President of the Pergamonic Archaeological and Heritage Society. I hope you can find the history contained in this institution at least interesting, aside from the festivities," smiled Aristarchos.

Hilarion Adamson II
Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities

There was something about how the statue of the museum’s namesake was given a healthy—and because the COVID-19 pandemic was still something elsewhere, expected—level of distance. Luminaries from Pergamon itself and the SEA were present in force, and to the Ambassador, the idea of the Visayan presence being a gateway to backdoor talks was something he explicitly anticipated. To that end, he and Commander Ikemoto were present; seeing the Military Attaché making the rounds was something.
He and Angelica went to the bar for a quick drink; alcohol was tempting, but it was, by his admission, far too early for that.

Tilemachos Antonias & Kiriakos Michaelellis

At the bar, Tilemachos Antonias and Kiriakos Michaelellis conversed about current affairs about the military exercise in the Erythrian Islands with Ethiopia and Himyaria, and Macrobia's condemnation. Kiriakos wore the Pergamonic Army's Evening Dress Pattern Beta, its jacket similar to that of the United States Marines but with a Pergamonic fustanella pattern on the leftside center edge of the jacket and the neckline. It was a dress choice that Tilemachos could not help but envy. Upon seeing the Visayan delegation, they wrapped up their conversation of the exercise and turned to initiate a conversation. One thought that popped up in both of their minds was the current conflict the New Visayan Islands is currently engaged in.

"Hello, there. Tilemachos Antonias, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Glad to meet you, Mr. Ambassador and others," Tilemachos greeted.

"General Kiriakos Michaelellis, Pergamonic Army," Kiriakos offered a hand, especially towards Commander Ikemoto, "A pity that your home nation is embroiled in an extranational conflict against your northern neighbors. Irredentism is such foolish and prideful behavior. I pray your nation prevails to put them in their place."

Constantino and Margot

They were to soon arrive at the museum, in a line of other cars also arriving for the gala. Resting her chin on her white-gloves hand, Margot looked out the window.

“Museum of History and Antiquities.” she said under her breath.

“Hm?” Constantino looked over.

“Nothing. Just remembering the name. Seems like you should be in here. As an exhibit.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” He raised an eyebrow in a humored wonder.

“Because you’re an ancient bastard. You have a family that stretches all the way back to Rome.”

Constantino smiled, proud of the fact. Margot noticed it.

“Though if you were an exhibit, you’d probably be one of the better looking ones.” she said as looked back to the museum.

“Uhh..thanks?”

“Cretin!” Margot thought.

The odd couple, though not really a couple, were sent at the behest of their respective families, or Constantino’s father to be more accurate. A transparent attempt to set them up that was easily seen, but ironically, the two had had an on-and-off-maybe courtship going on for months now.

The car stopped. They had arrived.

“See? You should’ve let me on that window side. I would’ve gotten out first and helped you out.”

“Such a queen.” Margot rolled her eyes.

Opening the door, Margot exited the vehicle. Dressed in a black, backless ball gown, her forearms covered by white evening gloves. Her black straightened out from its usual wavy curls. Her heels gave an extra bit of height but sadly not enough to tower her companion who was exiting the car now.

She put out her hand to help him, a smirk appeared on her black lips.

Constantino saw her hand as he was about to get out, his face becoming serious. “Don’t get too cute Dauphine.” exiting by himself. Out of the car, he revealed a typical black tuxedo. A black bow tie on his white shirt. Across his torso from shoulder to hip was a royal blue sash. His hands, similarly covered in white gloves though not as long, only up to the wrist at most.

A flood of camera flashes hit them as they made their way inside. They saw others, probably as foreign as they were, dressed as elegantly if not more.

Qian Yuhan & Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou

Wearing her light blue, robe-like gown, Qian Yuhan would have obtained a more ancient Hellenic look if she would have styled her hair to be more curly. Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou, wearing an olive green strapped dress lightheartedly commented on this, but Yuhan, calm as ever, maintained her rationale for her choice. As soon as he Lux Pulchraean delegation came in, they observed, and with a collective decision, they decided to halt their conversation on the recent archaeological finds in Ira's Tibetan expedition and make them feel welcome.

"Nice dresses you both have. I'm Qian Yuhan, Treasurer of the Demetica Symposium and a descendant of the Metiochid dynasty," greeted Qian.

"I'm Ira, archaeologist and Metiochidology professor at the University of Geradeia at Dioscigus. And you don't have to memorize my whole name, or particularly my last name. You know how long Greek surnames can get," Ira chuckled as she offered her hand to shake.

[The Selkie]

The "only water" bar wasn't the most awful proposition for the 25 year old, slightly short Pinelander. And as it had turned out, there was a few selection of snacks available at it already, which Lieđđi was indeed thankful for. She wasn't completely famished; far from it, but the journey from the hotel she was put up in over to the Gala Metiochidon did make her peckish... Or maybe that's just nerves talking, because she certainly had aplenty to spare on the journey here. Not to say she doesn't have any now, that's hardly the case, moreso that it was smothered underneath a lot more at the time.

With Mhairi's willingness to join her for more time made obvious by her answer, the Joiker would answer by looking back towards her as she caught up slightly with that same smile, and a mute nod to boot.
For the time being, Lieđđi would quickly peruse the "bar" that really didn't have much there but just enough for this start of the Gala. She would've decided to pick up a small stash of what seemed to be rich tea biscuits from the little selection there was; some for now, some for later she reasoned internally.

In the meantime, Ms. Sirunieida would've been caught by a question from the Selkie, on the topic of siblings. She was in the middle of pocketing her newly acquired snack as Mhairi added with the comment of her being a middle child; not THE considering she had three others, but somewhere there. That would've caused Lieđđi to perform a quick nod as if in agreement, as if to communicate that that applied to herself too, but she'd respond also soon enough

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "I have an older brother and younger sister, Mhairi. That makes me a middle child as well, so beyond the usual calls early on for me to "do something more productive than singing" I wasn't given the most attention by my parents, not that I minded too much.

At least they came around eventually regarding my career, for a time there I feared they never would. My parents are quite set in their ways, and often believe that it's a man or woman's duty to serve the Council or wider Pinelands in some sort of active way. Say, serving in the Army, or working in Council politics.
But now I bet I'm boring you"

Finishing with a light-hearted, quiet chuckle. Lieđđi didn't actually think she'd be driving away Mhairi at this point with her "rambling", but she did recognise that it might have also been a bit of a TMI situation, especially so early into the evening, and their talking with one another. She didn't pay it too much heed however, and would soon speak up again, this time on the topic of her siblings directly

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "So surprise surprise, my bigger brother, Mikkal is currently serving in the Army of the Pinelands. And my younger sister, Kariinná recently got a job under the Commissar of Vuoražas Hámman, working on communication between the Council and the people who make it up.
So I suppose that makes me the "unique one", huh? But I still very much love the both of them, why wouldn't I? Kariinná visits me quite often actually, though my brother can't considering occupation."

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I nodded as she spoke. Contrasts indeed...
"That sounds like quite the interesting family meetups.", I said and smiled, "As mentioned, I am a middle child, too, but we're all artists of some description. Our parents own a music and instrument store, so... it comes with the territory." I sighed slightly. "My older sister, Cel, is a bit of an odd one out. She is good with that guitar of hers, not splendid, but... well... she is awesome at movie-making, though. She works for Sicín Studios, they make animated movies and TV. My little sis Liv, she is making music, too, with a couple of classmates of hers. We all get together quite often, usually much to my father's joy. He loves cooking and cooking for his four favourite girls is his greatest joy."

I smiled and stiffed a giggle, she had a pretty colorful but appropriate euphemism but she was right. I mean I already was rather fine with not having everyone accept my work as is, I mentioned that already but something about hearing it from a woman like her just made me feel better. "Yeah, yeah, you're right there's no need for me to worry about the crowd here so I won't." Father's money too, he wanted to spend it sending me here than that's on him. "Not just one." I felt the need to brag just a little. "But several. It's a great series if I might blow my own trumpet for a moment. Actually I have two series, one is more geared towards teens and older while my main series, the one that got me published in the first place is for kids. No complaints, I wrote it to be very youthful. Well I did hope it would draw a wide crowd but I'm not going to complain that it draws in kids. Maybe yourself might fancy a read some time? Well I guess if you like magic and witches or if you want to skew older than girls wearing scantly clad armor." Again I chuckled I made a lame joke but it's true, I played well into the trope of the dreaded bikini armor but why not? "I'm not keeping you, am I? I don't know if you have others here you'd want to talk to or not, I really don't know anyone." I shrugged and giggled nervously.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I was impressed when she said, that she published several novels already. And I let it show on my face, too.
I also giggled at the bikini armour - as someone, who wore armour regularly as a part of the sport, mounted archery, I knew, how bonkers that was. Still, I had a set of those at home, because... reasons.
As she asked, if she was keeping me and that she didn't know anyone, I smiled slightly.
"Well, there are a few people, but they can wait.", I assured her, "The evening is young and the bar hasn't even opened properly." I leaned down. "The trick with getting to know people during these occassions is to approach them. Not bump into them..." I winked at that with a good-natured smile. "...but to approach them. A wingman sometimes helps, too."
I went even closer to her ear, whispered almost as a conspiracy: "We have two options now... either I wingman for you a meeting with someone I know and we'll see, where it goes, or... spotted any cute boys you'd like to have a word or two with?"

Ujazdow - Blaveldt-Ryszana

Two men -- one worn-down by age, one still fresh and young -- huddled over a small table, in a small study, in Ujazdow's small Castle. The elder was Krazus; King of the Free Sister-Realms of Blauveldt and Ryszana; the younger, his eldest, and only, son.

Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski.

Between them lay a letter -- crisp, and clean, written on the fanciest paper money could.

With courtesy and contributions from the Pergamonic Royal Family and our beneficiaries, we invite you to attend the 95th Gala Metiochidon, a formal, celebratory event to commemorate the 2334th anniversary of the founding of the Metiochid Empire and its eponymous ruling dynasty. As usual, the event will be held on 19 December at the Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities. This is a black-tie gala, so please wear appropriate clothing and attire...

"2334 years." Krazus raised an eyebrow.
"Can't imagine that." Berengar concurred, putting it down after he finished. "What's our business with them, anyhow? The SEA?"
"Aye, and little else." Krazus sighed. "I'd like to change that-"
"Starting with me?" Berengar finished, frowning a little.
"Yes, starting with you, boy. I'd say you should start packing around...now."
"Now?"
"Now. I've already arranged the flight, it takes off in four."
"...Sonova- erm, yes, father."
"Cheer up, will you? Once you're my age and doing the shit I do, you'll wish you'll have gone to more of 'em."
"Right, right, yeah." Berengar nodded, absent-mindedly. "You've mentioned it before. Can't wait for that."
"Oh, cheer up a bit! Just play nice with them and you'll do fine."
"It's a gala." Berengar noted. "I'll have to dance."
"And?"
"I hate dancing."
Krazus arched an eyebrow. "You always say that. Even if it's with that Selkie-lass you like?"
A blush played across Berengar's face, and the faintest hint of a smile. "...well, that's a different matter, pa."
"Sure it is. Pack your nice uniform, for the record."
Berengar abruptly seized up, his casual demeanor suddenly evaporating.
"No." he replied, coldly.
Krazus took one long look, and sighed. "Berengar-"
"Sir."
"I know you might not have the best memories- "
"I am not active duty anymore, sir, and I would prefer to keep what happened then at an arm's reach."
"I am aware." Krazus stood, and strode up to his son, before clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Here's the rub. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, but it simply doesn't. Where does our authority come from, Berengar?"
"The people of Blauveldt and Ryszana." Berengar replied -- as he always had, and as he always, he hoped, would.
Krazus shook his head. "Would it be that were the case. No. It is the Reichswehr, for good or ill."
"For now."
"For the forseeable future, too. They will not accept you if you try to break from them, my friend. They will not oppose you -- you are not wholly wrong. The public will not counteance a coup against you, I suspect, nor the rank-and-file. But they will smear you, and they will never do your bidding -- and without them on your side, you can accomplish..." Krazus shrugged. "I do not wish to say 'nothing'. But close enough."
Berengar nodded -- like he always had, when this talk came up. "I understand." he replied.
"...I know you do." Krazus dropped his hand from Berengar's shoulder. "Tell you what. This time, it's up to you. Make the hosts remember you as someone pleasant, at least, and have a good time with your lass. And don't cause an incident."
"...Right." Berengar nodded, as he turned to leave. "I'll be off."
"Aye." A soft chuckle. "Don't keep her waiting."

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Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski | Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum
A soft sigh escaped Berengar's lips as his shoes touched the cobbles. No uniform this time around, nor sword; unusual for the Crown Prince of Blauveldt-Ryszana, perhaps, but nonetheless, he was still properly dressed, though perhaps less formally than black tie, strictly speaking, required: a slightly-worn, but still servicable white button-down shirt, black tie and pants; and a pair of leather shoes, and over it was a somewhat weatherbeaten black coat. No points for stunning dress, but it would, hopefully, work.

He spared a brief, admiring glance at the facade of the museum -- and then proceeded onwards.

I should greet the hosts. he thought, absent-mindedly - as he passed through the gates, the courtyard, and into the lobby. But first...

Ida.

With that in mind, he swept his eyes over the room, keeping an eye out the blonde-haired, bright-eyed Selkie-lass so dear to him.

Ida Findehoof.
After separating from the Prince and the Countess, I got myself a glass of water and looked for someone: A good man, a brave man, one, who stood against the worst enemy one might face.
The own, inner demons.
It was a fight, I could not fight for him, but one, which I could fight with him. And were it an enemy I could face with a sword, I would - yet, cold steel was the last this fight needed.
Berengar was this man.
I will be honest, I expected a tall man, who did not like to wear the uniform, who liked to keep it and everything it stood for at an arms reach, not out of it, but as far as practically possible. Then again, our hosts had expected an entire Teressian delegation, led by a high ranking politician, but yet, here I was on my lonesome.
I hadn't yet finished my training.
But still, he looked... delicious.
Sure, the suit was not new, cut to his measures or not in the need of a little bit of female attention, but he looked comfortable. Not relaxed, but skirting the lower border of what might be considered Black Tie in the fashion, that many girls of my generation would call 'cool.'
For a moment, I wondered how he'd look after being put into a new suit...
...focus, girl.
I decided to move out of the crowd to a point, where he'd spot me for sure, yet where we were a bit away from the crowd so that we could talk without interruption or overly attentive ears.

[Legatia]

Ambassador Matthew Laurent, Commander Sarah Masters

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Pergamon | 19DEC22, 1740L

Laurent always enjoyed his drives. A country man by his nature, when he was home on Smith Island, he would take his Linebacker SUV offroading through the dense forests and canopied trails surrounding his home, enjoying the sights and the minutiae in everything he passed. This was a little different- he wasn't driving, and the wind certainly wasn't going through his hair in the more luxurious diplomatic sedan, and the sights here were of darkened cityscape rather than abundant flora. But thoughtfully he gazed outside the window, almost neglecting the blonde-haired naval officer in the seat next to him.

Commander Masters was here on special assignment, and it had been her fourth month here doing so. A surface warfare officer by trade, she had completed her tour as an executive officer of a destroyer a few months prior, without any billet available to her to take the helm herself. So instead, she found herself here in Pergamon, the highest ranked naval officer in the country. It'd be another six before she even began to hear rumors about her getting a commanding officer's slot, and so she chose to enjoy her posting here as best as she could. Normally this was a billet held by an intelligence officer, but shortfalls in that section in the Navy allowed crossbranching in occasions such as these.

The car gracefully slowed to a halt before the entrance, where the passenger-side embassy security agent in a sharp black business suit stood to the side and opened the Ambassador's door for him. The Commander, for all of her own stature, was not significant enough to warrant such treatment, and so she opened her own, her dress shoes reporting succinctly against the cobblestones as the door shut behind her.

"Quite a pretty sight here, isn't it, Masters?" As the two Meridonians came to the steps upwards to the building itself, their ride departed, slipping silently back towards the embassy compound. The two were rightly enamored by the classical architecture of the building- Laurents was more the historian than the Commander was, he having a degree in it himself, but the beauty of the marble pillars and ornate decorations-both within and without- were not lost on them.

Both of them had come with open minds- while Laurents would be earning his paycheck to converse with whatever guests of diplomatic or international repute that he came across, Masters would certainly take interest in any other military types present. Learning more about other nation's capabilities was part of her job, after all.

For now, the two would take their drinks- the diplomat a brandy on the rocks, just a small bit; and the officer a gin and tonic, watching patiently for any opportunities that may arise, or opportunities that might present themselves to them first, instead.

[Saterun]

Sultan Selim Marja pulled angrily at his tie.

They were already late, and now he couldn't get himself dressed. The driver was doing all he could, of course, but the Sultan was still annoyed. "Let me help you with that," said Haji. Selim grudgingly let his Emir help him. Haji, who had grown up in Tammen, the center of Agrillistic culture, had experience with this sort of dress. Selim did not. Once Haji finished up, Selim finally realized how different they looked. Yes, they both had a classic suit, but Haji's was plain black and nondescript. Selim's, on the other hand, was embroidered with red and gold cloth on the inside, with some of it showing on the color and upturned center. Selim would, of course, also be wearing his turban. He hoped it didn't conflict with the hosts. It was a symbol of the Sultanate and important that he wear it.

After 5 more minutes, they finally pulled in to the museum. Selim quickly noticed the splendor of host building. It was as beautiful as the Diamond Palace back home. Selim and Haji stepped out. They saw a few other dignitaries walking in, and Selim was glad that they were not the only ones late. He walked inside.

Strictly speaking, this was a diplomatic mission. He was to make connections and establish relations. But he was also determined to have fun. This was the first international gala or event ever attended by a member of the Saterunalian ruling house. He was excited to see what was to come. But first he needed a drink. He roamed about for the bar. He noticed that Haji quickly left his side. Haji was one of those people who, after talking to a stranger for five minutes, could make them feel as if they had know him all their life. He was much better at making connections, and that was one of the reasons he had been brought along. Selim was not that type of person. He was not exactly shy. Just more reserved. He had started to become more open to meeting people once taking the mantle of Sultan, but still wasn't quite comfortable. It didn't help that he didn't know anybody here.

After arriving at the bar, Selim was a bit disappointed to find they only had water, but he was happy to have something to reduce the dryness of his throat. He looked around, and, suddenly, felt lost. What was he doing here? He knew this had been a bad idea. All of a sudden, his palms were sweating, his knees weak, his arms heavy. No. He could control this. He straightened up, and calmed himself. Meeting people was so hard. If only someone else would come introduce themselves.

[New Visayan Islands]

Hilarion Adamson II
Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities

"Minister, General," Hilarion replied. "A good evening to you both; I only wish it was in better circumstances," he added as he saw Ikemoto shake hands with Michaelellis. "This irredentist action by our neighbor to the north, I must admit, is an absolute mess."
"Agreed," Ikemoto said.
"Ah, where are my manners? Ambassador Hilarion Adamson II—or, if you wish, Adamos; my grandfather anglicized the family name when he and his family settled down in what would become the Confederation." Gesturing to Angelica, he introduced her. "My wife, Angelica. She’s an accountant with a private practice."
"Commander Ikemoto, Visayan Confederation Navy. I serve as the Military Attaché."
"The news from home is indeed troubling; not helping are reports of parts of the closest provinces being set up for outright annexation, if the reports from the other side indicating civil servants being brought to occupied cities and towns are any indication," Hilarion said.
"Fortunately, resistance is fierce," Ikemoto added. "So far, we’ve been making Manila bleed for every meter. In all candor, I look forward to the end of this madness."

[Lux Pulchrae]

Qian Yuhan & Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou

Wearing her light blue, robe-like gown, Qian Yuhan would have obtained a more ancient Hellenic look if she would have styled her hair to be more curly. Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou, wearing an olive green strapped dress lightheartedly commented on this, but Yuhan, calm as ever, maintained her rationale for her choice. As soon as he Lux Pulchraean delegation came in, they observed, and with a collective decision, they decided to halt their conversation on the recent archaeological finds in Ira's Tibetan expedition and make them feel welcome.

"Nice dresses you both have. I'm Qian Yuhan, Treasurer of the Demetica Symposium and a descendant of the Metiochid dynasty," greeted Qian.

"I'm Ira, archaeologist and Metiochidology professor at the University of Geradeia at Dioscigus. And you don't have to memorize my whole name, or particularly my last name. You know how long Greek surnames can get," Ira chuckled as she offered her hand to shake.

“It’s actually a suit. And no issue ma’am, my name isn’t short either.” Constantino took her hand and kissed it. He took Qian’s hand and did the same. “Constantino de Massimo. To give a shortened version of it. I’m a Lord of Bellavista. Old family land. This is my date.” he gestured to Margot.

Margot, not new to greetings but certainly new to international settings, gave a simple greeting to the two, nodding her head “Margot Louise de Elise-Bourbon. Un plaisir. A pleasure. Thank you for the compliments. You both look beautiful today.” she held on to Constantino’s right arm.

“This is quite a place you have here.” he looked around “Hopefully a fun party too.”

[Diarcesia]

Outside the Museum, 17 December, 5:42 PM PGST

It had been a long day for Camilla. It was her first public appearance as archon-consort in a long while. She had known about the gala for quite some time now and she even received recommendations from those who have attended it in previous years: what to wear, how to act, and etcetera. But when it came down to actually getting dressed up in her allotted designer ensemble (actually the same one inherited from the previous archon-consorts), nervousness hit her hard. The procession of cars waiting their turn to be ushered into the museum grows, and inside the Pryfors Bilar, there was no one else around except for her dear Pimen, the apostle Antioch, and the chauffeur. The wait felt like an endurance run—a test of patience at least—but eventually everything fell into place once it was their turn.

The guests in the Diarcesian car, a long and boxy saloon reminiscent of the Japanese Toyota Century with a powerful engine under the hood, all alighted. "I thought we won't get in on time," Pimen said in Diarcesian Latin. "And then, I don't know why but the car felt wobbly." He looked at his wife who is next to him. "The chauffeur's must be new at the job, or isn't used to a car as charming as the PB Crux," he continued with a bit of a smirk before putting an arm around her shoulders.

Camilla replied with a smile: "I guess it was just bad luck for us." She turns to Antioch, who was ahead of them. "Excuse my husband's behavior, Mr. Apostle." She then looks at Pimen again and takes away his arm from around her shoulder while patting him on his chest: she had something else to tell any acquaintances she could come across! And the gala was a good place to do so! But how? It should be easy enough... just speak from here... no wait, that would be rude; better open up with an appropriate conversation-starter and ease her way into the desired topic—it could be seen as more heartfelt anyway... which also means not much time left for thinking about what she wanted say... !!!

Antioch took no offense in the comment towards the chauffeur. "It's nothing, she's a new hire and getting used to how the car works. Pryfors Bilars are extremely rare here."

To my beloved husband Pimen, this should be an event to remember, Camilla mused. Simultaneously, they bore witness to Antioch switching from Diarcesian Latin to fluent local Greek as he interacted with their hosts.

[Abetton]

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I was impressed when she said, that she published several novels already. And I let it show on my face, too.
I also giggled at the bikini armour - as someone, who wore armour regularly as a part of the sport, mounted archery, I knew, how bonkers that was. Still, I had a set of those at home, because... reasons.
As she asked, if she was keeping me and that she didn't know anyone, I smiled slightly.
"Well, there are a few people, but they can wait.", I assured her, "The evening is young and the bar hasn't even opened properly." I leaned down. "The trick with getting to know people during these occassions is to approach them. Not bump into them..." I winked at that with a good-natured smile. "...but to approach them. A wingman sometimes helps, too."
I went even closer to her ear, whispered almost as a conspiracy: "We have two options now... either I wingman for you a meeting with someone I know and we'll see, where it goes, or... spotted any cute boys you'd like to have a word or two with?"

She really doesn't mind hanging with a kid like me? She really is very sweet. I really couldn't imagine how many girls of high stature wanting to hang out with me. Actually I still didn't exactly know what her stature was, besides her peculiarly familiar name. Gah, this is going to bug me all night but it seems a bit awkward to ask now so I'll just have to look it up later. in the meantime I smiled, if she's fine with it, I'm fine with it, guess I can overcome my shyness. "Bar huh? Heh, I'm not old enough to drink, but you probably guessed that. But I can always go for juice or soda pop if they have it. Water is also just as fine."

How odd, am I the youngest one here? Now that she mentioned if I had any person I was eyeing I had to give a frank "Not really. I've been a bit lost in the design of this place to really notice the other guests. It's really sparked my imagination for later. Being so lost in the beauty here is is why I bumped into you in the first place." She did give the prospects of introducing me someone she knew, I was bit unsure about that but I still also didn't want to keep her from meeting with someone if she was hoping to see them soon. Well worst case scenario, I just do what I always do and fade into the background. "I-I don't mind if you want to introduce me. Maybe one more person to uh pitch my book to."

[Dayganistan]

Alexandra Koldaki

The prime minister, having heard the mention of the Hindu Kush's weather at this time, reminisced her travels to Cappadocia in the past. Though an enjoyable experience, she despised the cold. Even with a thick jacket, the climate seemed to always find a way to let itself in and pester her. Despite never being within the lands near and within the Hindu Kush, Alexandra recognized how its climate was much worse. She transformed the memory into a laugh, her mouth covered by her hand as if to prevent herself showing it out of fear of embarrassment.

"I would freeze to death there," Alexandra commented, "I wouldn't even think of setting foot on one mountain in that range."

"Besides, I needed a break anyway, you should know how exhausting our work can get. I'm here as a private citizen just as much as I am a high level government official," added Zahir. Alexander could not help but shake her head with affirmation.

"Policy and lawmaking and paperwork gets on my nerve at times, and don't get me started on the parliamentary debates. That's why I set my vacation during this weekend, and after all, it's obligatory for me to attend alongside the Grand Prince himself. But in this time, I like to enjoy myself as a regular, just like you, and hopefully we can have an enjoyable night alongside the other cabinet ministers. Especially, Mr. Demetriopoulos over there."

Alexandra then took a sip from her glass of water.

"I agree, politics can be quite draining. I'm lucky to have some good ministers and other high ranking figures around me who help take on a lot of the work but unfortunately none of them could make it here tonight. But even with their help there's only so much I can do without needing a break." The President of course, also needed a break from the scrutiny of both the opposition and rival factions in her own party, but she would never let anyone know how much the criticism actually gets to her.

"But in this time, I like to enjoy myself as a regular, just like you, and hopefully we can have an enjoyable night alongside the other cabinet ministers. Especially, Mr. Demetriopoulos over there." The Prime Minister said. Aryana nodded in agreement.

"Of course, I did come here to meet new people. You never know when unofficial connections might come in handy. I'd be glad to meet your minister as well. And well, since there will be dancing later tonight if you know of any handsome, single men between the ages of 30 and 40 let me know." She smiled. "I don't have a partner of my own to bring with me, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it."

As the Prime Minister took a drink of her water, Aryana was quick to remember she had yet to get a drink of her own. "I've yet to get a drink so I'll be heading to the bar to get something. You're welcome to come with me or invite others to come with us, if you wish."

[Phibeta]

Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities, Pergamon. 19 December, 5:30 PM

And then there were three. Three royals of Phibeta who have not wed or are engaged in any relationships. Though, it does not matter to these young royals. These bachelors and bachelorette enjoyed their lives as distant from the line of succession. With their eldest sister, Queen Diane II bearing children, two of them already, so the siblings do not need to worry about themselves much, just their reputations. The three siblings walk out of their carriage and into the museum of where the gala is to take place.

Prince Jerald is the second eldest brother of the siblings. A very polite and cheerful fellow, a good friend to the Queen, his eldest sister. A seasoned veteran too, serving in the Phibetan army as captain of the Greens and Purples Regiment. He holds the title of Duke of Beakdale and many other titles.

Prince Alfred, the youngest brother of the queen, is quite the opposite. Brash and loud, ignorant and proud. He, a rear-admiral, works with aircraft in the Royal Navy, but is also quite the ocean lover. He has those wholesome moments but oftentimes would side with the Nationalists on national opinions. He holds the title of Duke of Billington, along with others like his brother

Princess Cathrine, the youngest sister, is more or less like her brother Jerald. Soften-spoken and polite, but oftentimes very loud and direct. She is a lady of literature, arts, and justice. She is an Air Marshal in the Royal Air Force and like her siblings holds the title of Countess of Creeton. As they make their way inside, the three converse.

“I don’t understand why I have to go,” says Prince Alfred angrily. “I had plans with my good friend Mr. Torrance. He doesn’t like it when I have to go away”.

“Dear brother, you must understand that what our sister wants, we must do,” says Prince Jerald calmly. “We have a duty not only to our sister, but to our kingdom. Her Majesty couldn’t make it tonight, since being a mother comes first for her newborn, especially as her duties will be keeping her at Kensington Palace”.

“Oh, couldn’t Prince Harold do it. That spineless brother of ours likes doing these international things

“We are here to represent the kingdom, no matter who we are. Besides, we think some away time from that Mr. Torrance character might do you good”.

“Why you!” Alfred shouts.

“Don’t lose your cool Alfred” says Princess Cathrine. “You may not like it, but this it the only duty we have as members of the royal family. So chin up, straighten up, and for Heroes sake, don’t say anything that will hurt our reputation”

“Fine”

At long last, they enter the gala room. The interesting choice for decor and style caught the eyes of many, including the siblings. There were many other dignitaries too, some from the region. This was a time to mingle with others, learn their cultures, and bring out the best of Phibeta and especially the royal family.

Janggok Da & Aristarchos Chaconalli

The Joyonghean clan were long-time members of the Demetica since 1935. On a diplomatic and archaeological trip organized by the Pergamonic and Levantine delegations, the Grand Prince and Sultan discovered their lineage to the ancient dynasty through Theocydes Sanggeun of Seobuyeo, descendant of Seleucus X Tryphon. Afterwards, they were the co-hosts of the Gala, and remained in that position to this day. Usually, more prominent members of the clan attended the event, but for complications and circumstances known only to them and the two host families, only five attended. Janggok Da was the leader of the group, and his position as the Count of Tansan proved this circumstance much. With his composed and aloof countenance, one can be intimidated firsthand upon meeting him. He and Aristarchos Chaconalli were discussing about the recent developments with the restoration project of one of Seobuyeo's citadels situated in Southern Mongolia, until they caught sight of the eloquence of the Phibetan delegation. Seeing no one else is vacant, they both walked up to them and greeted them.

"Welcome to the Gala, fellow guests. I hope the travel was too aggravating. I am Janggok Da, Count of Tansan and a Demetica," greeted Da, standing proud with his medals, cordons, and sash earned from national service. Hopefully, his introduction and friendly tone was enough to lessen the tension.

"And I am Aristarchos Chaconalli, President of the Pergamonic Archaeological and Heritage Society. I hope you can find the history contained in this institution at least interesting, aside from the festivities," smiled Aristarchos.

“The pleasure is ours good sirs” Prince Jerald replies on behalf of his siblings as they stood smiling (except for Prince Alfred). All of them adorned medals from their services in the military and to the Queen, dressed in their military uniforms. “On behalf of Her Majesty, Queen Diane II, she is humbled by the invitation to us, the princes and Princess Royal of Phibeta”.

“And we too are humbled by the invitation” Princess Catherine replies. “The travel here was not too aggravating. We took the royal yacht here, which makes travel less stressful for us. We are excited to be here Mr. Chaconalli, Lord Tansan”. The two siblings wait on Prince Alfred to say something. He stands there as the two just glare at him, before cleaning his throat.

“Yes. It is a pleasure” Prince Alfred says reluctantly. “Though this museum contains some interesting artifacts, they can never out stage the ones we have at the Phitannia Museum of History” he continues bluntly with arrogance.

[Seleucid Pergamon]

Vlasis Moustakoglou

Vin, Prinz von Dorch.
The evening began horribly.
Tuxedo, tie, thus binding tie... I had needed help. My girlfriend, Mina (the Burggräfin of Fuchsbau, a redhead with a neckline, which plunged all the way down to almost her navel and a red dress), had tried her hand, no luck, the remnant of the Teressian Ambassadorial Mission, Miss Ida Findehof (another woman with a full neckline) had tried her hand...
...and while both women had fumbled around my neck, I had very interesting insights.
And of course, they both noticed.
Miss Findehof left it at a smile (the sort of smile a big sister would give to an unruly sibling) and a "I feel honoured, Prinz Vin, but I do have a boyfriend.", but Mina... was my girlfriend. And she was a massive tease.
And as she looked up a tutorial on how to bind a necktie on the internet, she could not help but quip. I tried to give back as much as I got, but I think she won by points. By a landslide.
And she could not leave it while ahead as a driver drove us to the venue.
But, as we were about to park at the red carpet, she leaned over, pecked me on the cheek and whispered: "Love you.", she told me.
"Love you, too."
Well, the evening was looking brighter.
Miss Findehoof was the last to leave the car, I was the first, offering my hand to the two ladies. Mina, in her red dress, linked her arm with mine, smiled, her red eyes sparkling, while Miss Findehoof wore Tracht, making up the rear. Close enough to be clearly part of our group, far enough behind us to allow Mina and myself to shine.
And shine especially Mina did.
Two Film Studies Students almost in a movie themselves... what could possibly go wrong?!

Vlasis Moustakoglou

Rowing was not the only passion for the long-haired Vlasis Moustakoglou. Movies also played a huge role in his life, and like a blooming flower, numerous films of every genre became embedded in his knowledge and bred a passion for films. Besides his athletic talent in the Kastorissa Rowing Club, Vlasis was keen on producing films after being inspired by the comedy-romance movie Here in Cyprus. Albeit not of high-budget value, short films became his forte, and published it on the nation's video site Provoleas where they were well-received. He had dreamed of producing an hour-long film, as long as he could find the right people for the initiative.

As soon as he caught sight of Faidra Castellaniadi, who starred in his film of inspiration, Vlasis left himself no choice, but to meet her in person. Admiration and other feelings filled his heart, and he managed to ask her for an autograph for which she will provide him later and request to remind him. He walked back, and saw that his rowing friends were not in his sight. He then picked a spot near one of the Corinthian columns in the lobby, where it just so happens that Vin, Prinz von Dorch and Mina, Burggräfin of Fuchsbau were situated at. Looking at the two and turning back to where Faidra is, Vlasis smiled and turned back to the Teressienites, unware that both of them are of nobility

"Got to say, she's smoking in that dress and look," Vlasis commented, turning to greet them with a handshake, "I'm Vlasis Moustakoglou, athlete in the Kastorissa Rowing Club, and a filmmaker. Not a big budget one though, but maybe I can become such."

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I was impressed when she said, that she published several novels already. And I let it show on my face, too.
I also giggled at the bikini armour - as someone, who wore armour regularly as a part of the sport, mounted archery, I knew, how bonkers that was. Still, I had a set of those at home, because... reasons.
As she asked, if she was keeping me and that she didn't know anyone, I smiled slightly.
"Well, there are a few people, but they can wait.", I assured her, "The evening is young and the bar hasn't even opened properly." I leaned down. "The trick with getting to know people during these occassions is to approach them. Not bump into them..." I winked at that with a good-natured smile. "...but to approach them. A wingman sometimes helps, too."
I went even closer to her ear, whispered almost as a conspiracy: "We have two options now... either I wingman for you a meeting with someone I know and we'll see, where it goes, or... spotted any cute boys you'd like to have a word or two with?"

She really doesn't mind hanging with a kid like me? She really is very sweet. I really couldn't imagine how many girls of high stature wanting to hang out with me. Actually I still didn't exactly know what her stature was, besides her peculiarly familiar name. Gah, this is going to bug me all night but it seems a bit awkward to ask now so I'll just have to look it up later. in the meantime I smiled, if she's fine with it, I'm fine with it, guess I can overcome my shyness. "Bar huh? Heh, I'm not old enough to drink, but you probably guessed that. But I can always go for juice or soda pop if they have it. Water is also just as fine."

How odd, am I the youngest one here? Now that she mentioned if I had any person I was eyeing I had to give a frank "Not really. I've been a bit lost in the design of this place to really notice the other guests. It's really sparked my imagination for later. Being so lost in the beauty here is is why I bumped into you in the first place." She did give the prospects of introducing me someone she knew, I was bit unsure about that but I still also didn't want to keep her from meeting with someone if she was hoping to see them soon. Well worst case scenario, I just do what I always do and fade into the background. "I-I don't mind if you want to introduce me. Maybe one more person to uh pitch my book to."

Neofytos Nassakis

After greeting his several colleagues a temporary farewell, Neofytos went off to get another glass of water. Despite being cognizant of the alcoholic beverages being restricted of serving until the Open Bar, he could not help but feel a moderate sense of impatience for them. As he was about to pass by Princess Aurelia and Sorisana Valbalar, he overheard a discussion of fantasy. Immediately, he turned like a curious fox, and eavesdropped without the women noticing. With a penchant for fantasy, Neofytos oversaw the publishing of several fantasy novels and graphic novels. From this load, there were a couple of works he considered favorites. One was a novel that depicted an alchemist seeking to free his wife from the clutches of a manifestation of a fictional evil god, and another was a graphic novel series that follows a brother and sister blessed by the Greek, Sumerian and Celtic gods to retrieve precious religious artifacts from a band of powerful mythological creatures, which presented the theme of the gods' will well. Further sequels are to soon to be published, leaving Neofytos to gleam with anticipation. As the conversation shifted to Aurelia mentioning cute boys to talk to and Sorisana wanting to have another person to pitch her book to, he sprung into action as if he were a lion pouncing for his meal.

"And, how may I be of service," Neofytos interjected, then laughed aloud, "Neofytos Nassakis, Publisher of the Fotepsycha Literature Company."

Hilarion Adamson II
Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities

"Minister, General," Hilarion replied. "A good evening to you both; I only wish it was in better circumstances," he added as he saw Ikemoto shake hands with Michaelellis. "This irredentist action by our neighbor to the north, I must admit, is an absolute mess."
"Agreed," Ikemoto said.
"Ah, where are my manners? Ambassador Hilarion Adamson II—or, if you wish, Adamos; my grandfather anglicized the family name when he and his family settled down in what would become the Confederation." Gesturing to Angelica, he introduced her. "My wife, Angelica. She’s an accountant with a private practice."
"Commander Ikemoto, Visayan Confederation Navy. I serve as the Military Attaché."
"The news from home is indeed troubling; not helping are reports of parts of the closest provinces being set up for outright annexation, if the reports from the other side indicating civil servants being brought to occupied cities and towns are any indication," Hilarion said.
"Fortunately, resistance is fierce," Ikemoto added. "So far, we’ve been making Manila bleed for every meter. In all candor, I look forward to the end of this madness."

Tilemachos Antonias & Kiriakos Michaelellis

Both Tilemachos and Kiriakos felt a sense of relief when Ikemoto noted the resilience of the Visayan military. An opposite situation would be dreadful, and would require one or both of them to offer a means of assistance to them.

"That is very good news, thank God," Kiriakos replied, finishing his water, "However, if you do need military assistance in any ways possible, let us know, Commander and Ambassador."

"After all, Pergamon is a part of the SEA," Tilemachos could not help but chuckle at the apparent pun, "And we can do our part in assisting a fellow member."

“It’s actually a suit. And no issue ma’am, my name isn’t short either.” Constantino took her hand and kissed it. He took Qian’s hand and did the same. “Constantino de Massimo. To give a shortened version of it. I’m a Lord of Bellavista. Old family land. This is my date.” he gestured to Margot.

Margot, not new to greetings but certainly new to international settings, gave a simple greeting to the two, nodding her head “Margot Louise de Elise-Bourbon. Un plaisir. A pleasure. Thank you for the compliments. You both look beautiful today.” she held on to Constantino’s right arm.

“This is quite a place you have here.” he looked around “Hopefully a fun party too.”

Qian Yuhan & Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou

"Indeed, without a doubt. And they couldn't have picked a better place for it," Qian answered, scanning about the lobby. She was aware that the Museum continues to be the hosting ground for the event.

"Any events you both are looking forward to," asked Ira, "I'm wanting to see the dance performance by the Auleorche Eleutero troupe and the reenactment of the Battle of Tragopetra, which was the battle that consolidated the Metiochid dynasty's hold in the Near and Middle East. There is, of course, the dancing by the guests, and I hope to dance with a handsome man tonight. Might even steal your date. Just kidding," she chuckled.

"Right, listen up you two." Astrid's piercing gray-green eyes met her half-siblings' in the rearview mirror while her wine-red Mercedes G63 AMG patiently rumbled away at idle in the dropoff line. When the Captain asked you to listen you snapped the hell to attention and you listened, and therefore Alexander and Erika immediately put their phones away & leaned forward.
"Normally I wouldn't do this kind of thing, but I looked at the guest list beforehand. We have a major problem in the form of one Andre Åltasson." Erika said something you couldn't print in a family newspaper, earning her one of the slight lifts by the right side of Astrid's mouth that were the closest she got to a smile while in maximum-overdrive girlboss mode.

"Agreed. Anyway, as you both know he's an Aureumterran prince, which means the following: do not talk about politics, especially regarding Cassadia or Nifon, do not talk about religion, and do not talk about our family. Take the high road if he starts an argument and I've got a seventh sense if things devolve so I can swoop in and break anything up. End of discussion. Got it?" Her half-sister nodded an affirmative and the prince gave her a mock salute with a "yes ma'am".
"Smartass," Astrid laughed, moving the big SUV up slowly as various guests made their way out of their cars and into the party.

Their cousin Helena chimed in from the passenger seat, briefly pausing a lipstick touch-up in the vanity mirror. "She means behave yourselves, basically. No pressure."
"Easy for you to say, you do this kind of thing every month." Alex sighed, running a somewhat nervous hand through his hair.
"Don't worry, just think of it as making up for lost time. It's in the blood, after all."
Astrid finally pulled the G-wagen up to the red carpet and the four disembarked, heading into what was uncharted territory for the teenagers, a refreshing change of pace for Astrid and just another day in the office for Helena.

The older women would likely have made the photographers' night by themselves but their combined star power was something else entirely. Perhaps unexpectedly tall at five feet eleven inches, Helena was the lissom ballerina type and more on the cute end of the scale than outright smokin' hot though the curves were very much in all the right places, attired in a sapphire blue evening gown with a neckline almost down to here and thigh slit almost up to there that perfectly set off elaborately braided platinum blonde hair, frost blue eyes and enough gold jewelry to get the point across.

Astrid had brown hair in a millimeter-precise bun and was decidedly more likely to bring either the serene reserve of a jungle cat or Lucy Lawless in Xena: Warrior Princess to mind, carrying a much more athletic frame of the same height with soldierly discipline. Attired in tall black riding boots, white trousers and dress shirt with a black tie and white gloves, a black peaked cap, a red coat trimmed with gold and a black Sam Browne belt, the Captain took a moment to reattach her ceremonial sabre before starting on her way through the gauntlet of incessant camera flashes.

Her half-siblings hadn't cleaned up badly at all, either. Alex with his now slightly mussed golden blond hair stood a lanky, easygoing 6'2" in his black leather dress shoes and looked sharp in a young gentleman's de rigueur tuxedo in accordance with the dress code set off by a fancypants Breitling chronograph watch Astrid had given him last birthday, entered the lobby with brown eyes wide in awe at, well, everything. His twin sister Erika had her similarly golden hair done up in a simple ponytail, wearing a strapless rose evening with only silver earrings and a matching necklace & bracelet in the way of jewelry, and stood 5'7" with the kind of figure that could have stopped traffic even if clothed in a burlap sack.

"Now we mingle or whatever, I suppose," Helena said mildly after the quartet had made their way to the lobby at last. "Festivities don't start quite yet and I doubt the bar's open yet."
"I hope you're wrong, I could murder a martini. Champagne for you, as usual, and you kids aren't getting anything until much later. Dad's orders." Astrid gave Alex & Erika one of her signature Big Sister Looks before heading off in the general direction of the bar, leaving the trio to whoever happened to come their way looking for conversation.

Janggok Chi-hun, Janggok Seung-hyun & Vartouhi Astvadzadourian

Janggok Chi-hun and his sister Seung-hyun were listening Vartouhi's adventures within the Caucasus Mountains when he indicated to them an interesting group of guests. Seung-hyun and Vartouhi, in particular displayed much excitement in their eyes upon seeing them.

"I like their dresses. They all look pretty," Seung-hyun commented.

"And their hairstyles make them an interesting band," Vartouhi responded, "Let's go meet them!"

The three walked up to the Brettenwaldish royal delegation, with Vartouhi leading the way.

"Welcome to the party, and might I say, you all look splendid tonight," Vartouhi complimented with a smile, "I'm Vartouhi Astvadzadourian of the Caucasus Republic. This is Seung-hyun to my left, and Chi-hun to my right, both from the Tansan Janggok clan. And we are all Demetica."

Seung-hyun waved her hand with little distance and a cute smile. Chi-hun gave only a short wave.

Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities
Delegation of Aureumterra

A black SUV carrying the Aureumterrans made its way towards the Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum. The vehicle would be one of many arriving to the venue that evening, as was obvious as they got closer to the museum. Andre looked out the window the entire time with curiosity, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of one of the very few places outside of his own country he had ever been to. The last time he went out to a gala like this was about a year ago in Nifon, an event which had ended up quite interestingly to say the least. He, of course, expected this one to be far more tame, anything not involving Nifon was comparatively so.

The prince had rarely been allowed to venture far from his family, only on occasions like this one where he was needed to represent his country and family. As he came of age, he was tasked with more and more diplomatic duties, in order for him to eventually fulfill his role as Imperial Prince of Aureumterra. Despite this, however, Andre was still nonetheless excited to travel to a new place and meet new people, both things which he had seldom had the opportunity to do so. Having spent his entire life under the watchful eye of his big brother, who had made a vow to their mother on her deathbed to protect him at all costs, he was sheltered and kept far away from most of the world outside the walls of his family’s estates for most of his life, save for the time he spent schooling. The prince, now 19, had still in many ways maintained a naive view of the world. It was almost a tragedy of sorts, being kept inside a cage, albeit a very gilded one, yet still a cage.

He wore formal tuxedo, as was appropriate for the occasion. A buttoned down white dress shirt with closed cufflinks, complemented by a black overcoat and dark dress pants. On his chest to the right side was a ribbon with the Imperial Coat of Arms on it, a symbol adorned by members of the Imperial Family on public occasions. Across his body, from his left shoulder down to his right hip was a sash which was strung down, its golden color signifying the rank of the person wearing it - in Andre’s case, his status as royalty.

Of course, he would never be allowed to go to such an event unattended. Accompanying him was Victor Müller, a veteran of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and presently serving in his role as Special Envoy. In addition to being a diplomat for the Empire, his role here was made very clear to him - protect the prince at all costs, make sure nothing goes wrong for him, and keep an eye on him as much as possible. He knew the last part would be difficult in a gala as large as this one, but it was his duty, and he knew well the consequences of failing at the responsibility entrusted to him. His dress was almost identical to that of the prince’s, minus the Coat of Arms, which was replaced by a pin with the flag of Aureumterra, a typical symbol for diplomats to wear. His sash was blue to signify his rank - that of a bureaucrat.

As the vehicle approached the venue’s entrance, Müller briefed the prince, "Your Imperial Highness, is everything buttoned up and tied?" He asked, inspecting the prince’s dress for any discrepancies. It was his duty to make sure everything went smoothly tonight, and he wasn’t going to have any dress issues causing any awkward moments for the prince in the gala.

Andre nodded, showing Müller all of his sleeves and shirt. He adjusted his coat as the car approached the entrance. Müller stepped out of the vehicle first and opened the door for the prince, as was customary when traveling with a member of the Imperial Family.

Andre eagerly walked out, completely blindsided by the barrage of photographers that met him outside. The amount of flashes overwhelmed him, and he could barely keep his eyes open as he made his way into the museum. A mix of excitement and anxiety overtook him, as he had never been in the media spotlight before. Müller quickly directed him towards where they needed to be going, and the pair made its way into the lobby, seeing many delegations had already arrived…

Christodoulos & Natassa Chatzigeorgiou

The couple finished their drinks when they caught sight of the Aureumterran delegation. Natassa, in particular, was the first to notice the Imperial Coat of Arms and the Aureumterran flag pin on their suits.

"See the emblem and pin, love," Natassa asked, "They're from Aureumterra."

"Another interesting set of guests. From their culture, I can expect them to act in pompous arrogance," Christodoulos replied, holding his head upward.

"I hope not," Natassa chuckled, observing her husband.

The couple, in their calmness, sauntered to the Aureumterrans.

"Welcome to the party, Aureumterrans," Natassa greeted, "I hope your travel was not long and exhausting. My name is Natassa Chatzigeorgiou, CEO of Autolocus Chatzigeorgiou & Co. This is my lovely husband, Christodoulos, President and CEO of Pergamonic Digital Machines."

"How do you do, both of you," Christodoulos greeted and bowed, keeping a straight face with a small smile.

Outside the Museum, 17 December, 5:42 PM PGST

It had been a long day for Camilla. It was her first public appearance as archon-consort in a long while. She had known about the gala for quite some time now and she even received recommendations from those who have attended it in previous years: what to wear, how to act, and etcetera. But when it came down to actually getting dressed up in her allotted designer ensemble (actually the same one inherited from the previous archon-consorts), nervousness hit her hard. The procession of cars waiting their turn to be ushered into the museum grows, and inside the Pryfors Bilar, there was no one else around except for her dear Pimen, the apostle Antioch, and the chauffeur. The wait felt like an endurance run—a test of patience at least—but eventually everything fell into place once it was their turn.

The guests in the Diarcesian car, a long and boxy saloon reminiscent of the Japanese Toyota Century with a powerful engine under the hood, all alighted. "I thought we won't get in on time," Pimen said in Diarcesian Latin. "And then, I don't know why but the car felt wobbly." He looked at his wife who is next to him. "The chauffeur's must be new at the job, or isn't used to a car as charming as the PB Crux," he continued with a bit of a smirk before putting an arm around her shoulders.

Camilla replied with a smile: "I guess it was just bad luck for us." She turns to Antioch, who was ahead of them. "Excuse my husband's behavior, Mr. Apostle." She then looks at Pimen again and takes away his arm from around her shoulder while patting him on his chest: she had something else to tell any acquaintances she could come across! And the gala was a good place to do so! But how? It should be easy enough... just speak from here... no wait, that would be rude; better open up with an appropriate conversation-starter and ease her way into the desired topic—it could be seen as more heartfelt anyway... which also means not much time left for thinking about what she wanted say... !!!

Antioch took no offense in the comment towards the chauffeur. "It's nothing, she's a new hire and getting used to how the car works. Pryfors Bilars are extremely rare here."

To my beloved husband Pimen, this should be an event to remember, Camilla mused. Simultaneously, they bore witness to Antioch switching from Diarcesian Latin to fluent local Greek as he interacted with their hosts.

Thomas & Zacharoula Vascopoulou

Seeing another set of guests arrive nearby, Thomas and his wife Zacharoula set about meeting them. Letting their children out into the lobby was a good decision, as it left them without the burden of calling them out to meet new guests.

"Welcome, welcome. Hope your trip was smooth," Thomas laughed for a bit, "My name is Thomas Vascopoulou, COO of Thanassis Vascopolou & Sons. This here is my wife, Zacharoula."

"You can even call us the 'glasses couple,' if you want," Zacharoula laughed, prompting Thomas to do the same.

"I agree, politics can be quite draining. I'm lucky to have some good ministers and other high ranking figures around me who help take on a lot of the work but unfortunately none of them could make it here tonight. But even with their help there's only so much I can do without needing a break." The President of course, also needed a break from the scrutiny of both the opposition and rival factions in her own party, but she would never let anyone know how much the criticism actually gets to her.

"But in this time, I like to enjoy myself as a regular, just like you, and hopefully we can have an enjoyable night alongside the other cabinet ministers. Especially, Mr. Demetriopoulos over there." The Prime Minister said. Aryana nodded in agreement.

"Of course, I did come here to meet new people. You never know when unofficial connections might come in handy. I'd be glad to meet your minister as well. And well, since there will be dancing later tonight if you know of any handsome, single men between the ages of 30 and 40 let me know." She smiled. "I don't have a partner of my own to bring with me, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it."

As the Prime Minister took a drink of her water, Aryana was quick to remember she had yet to get a drink of her own. "I've yet to get a drink so I'll be heading to the bar to get something. You're welcome to come with me or invite others to come with us, if you wish."

Alexandra Koldaki

Alexandra pondered, with her hand at her chin. The only result from this was a vocal "ah" with a tone of dissatisfaction.

"I don't know, to be honest. But, we shall find out soon, yes," Alexandra returned a grin, before walking with Zahir to the bar to get another drink. Here, she recommended juice and soda pop.

“The pleasure is ours good sirs” Prince Jerald replies on behalf of his siblings as they stood smiling (except for Prince Alfred). All of them adorned medals from their services in the military and to the Queen, dressed in their military uniforms. “On behalf of Her Majesty, Queen Diane II, she is humbled by the invitation to us, the princes and Princess Royal of Phibeta”.

“And we too are humbled by the invitation” Princess Catherine replies. “The travel here was not too aggravating. We took the royal yacht here, which makes travel less stressful for us. We are excited to be here Mr. Chaconalli, Lord Tansan”. The two siblings wait on Prince Alfred to say something. He stands there as the two just glare at him, before cleaning his throat.

“Yes. It is a pleasure” Prince Alfred says reluctantly. “Though this museum contains some interesting artifacts, they can never out stage the ones we have at the Phitannia Museum of History” he continues bluntly with arrogance.

Janggok Da & Aristarchos Chaconalli

Da and Aristarchos eyed each other after the greetings were in order. They were incredulous towards the response that Alfred gave. Without much thought, they turned back to face the Prince, with Da raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? And what artifacts does your nation's Museum constitute such an apparent comparison," Da leaned to the right, with his head rocked back.

---

Andromachi Karapatakis (a.k.a, Volectra)

Andromachi continued to roam about the lobby, smartphone still held in her hands by a staff. She pointed her phone towards the statue of Seleucus Megas, the guests, and the bar across to her left. Despite the curious stares from guests that were unfamiliar, she waved to them nonetheless. She, however, got recognized by several young guests, all from the Rowing Clubs present for the trireme event and the Stalini-Giakoumakis and Janggok families. An approachable person as she was, Andromachi gave them short conversations, and allowed them to show their faces on her smartphone. After leaving them, she continued to the bar to get a glass of water, and shut her phone off to talk to other guests.

[The Pinelands]

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I nodded as she spoke. Contrasts indeed...
"That sounds like quite the interesting family meetups.", I said and smiled, "As mentioned, I am a middle child, too, but we're all artists of some description. Our parents own a music and instrument store, so... it comes with the territory." I sighed slightly. "My older sister, Cel, is a bit of an odd one out. She is good with that guitar of hers, not splendid, but... well... she is awesome at movie-making, though. She works for Sicín Studios, they make animated movies and TV. My little sis Liv, she is making music, too, with a couple of classmates of hers. We all get together quite often, usually much to my father's joy. He loves cooking and cooking for his four favourite girls is his greatest joy."

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "Well, there's certainly no lack of conversation whenever me and my family are together, that's for sure!"

Would've been Lieđđi's immediate reaction to her current acquaintance's comment of the Pinelander's own family, following with a hearty chuckle and smile. But following that, then came time for Mhairi's own response, explaining her own family dynamic in quite the decent length, especially so for two people whom had only met and began speaking to one another mere minutes ago by this time.
The Pinelander singer, for her part would've listened to Ms. Uasal's reciprocatory explanation with some interest painted on her face. At the mention of the Selkie's older sister working in the film industry and being "awesome at movie-making", Lieđđi would especially show interest. It's safe to say that she's watched her fair share of movies in the past, and it's always been a fascination of hers at just how time-consuming and labourious movie-making must be at some points. At least with a song - she reasoned internally - the longest one would be is around eight minutes usually, and a movie can last ten times that length, if not more. Which also means, ten times the effort.

And of course, Mhairi would mention her younger sister as well, and her similar call to career, even if she's still young. Lieđđi nods to the mention, remembering her younger years throughout secondary school and even slightly beyond... Her father had a large shed in the back garden of the house - still has -, one that had a ground floor and a set of staircases leading up to a raised platform practically hugging the roof. It was a claustrophobic mess, but it became her claustrophobic mess, because after a load of pestering on her part, her father brought down his collection of firearms and the like from the raised platform and localised it all onto the ground floor, allowing her to do with the upper portion of the shed as she pleased...
So there she went; setting up a small, haphazard "recording studio", mock microphone, sheets of rudimentary songwriting scattered within drawers and even the wood floor, a central round carpet, a couple of the most comfortable chairs she could have up there, and of course a mobile heating unit for the colder days all present. Certainly not the most flattering setup to sing in, but for a while that's the most she had, and she certainly has fond memories of that.

Once Mhairi finished with her address to Lieđđi, she'd be broken out of her thoughts. Her face almost looked surprised for a split second, before that tried and tested mute smile returned. With a nod, the Joiker would respond shortly therefore after.

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "Do feel free to give my best wishes to your younger sister when you meet her again, Mhairi. I'm sure she could become a great singer in her own right soon enough!"

[The Selkie]

Vlasis Moustakoglou

Rowing was not the only passion for the long-haired Vlasis Moustakoglou. Movies also played a huge role in his life, and like a blooming flower, numerous films of every genre became embedded in his knowledge and bred a passion for films. Besides his athletic talent in the Kastorissa Rowing Club, Vlasis was keen on producing films after being inspired by the comedy-romance movie Here in Cyprus. Albeit not of high-budget value, short films became his forte, and published it on the nation's video site Provoleas where they were well-received. He had dreamed of producing an hour-long film, as long as he could find the right people for the initiative.

As soon as he caught sight of Faidra Castellaniadi, who starred in his film of inspiration, Vlasis left himself no choice, but to meet her in person. Admiration and other feelings filled his heart, and he managed to ask her for an autograph for which she will provide him later and request to remind him. He walked back, and saw that his rowing friends were not in his sight. He then picked a spot near one of the Corinthian columns in the lobby, where it just so happens that Vin, Prinz von Dorch and Mina, Burggräfin of Fuchsbau were situated at. Looking at the two and turning back to where Faidra is, Vlasis smiled and turned back to the Teressienites, unware that both of them are of nobility

"Got to say, she's smoking in that dress and look," Vlasis commented, turning to greet them with a handshake, "I'm Vlasis Moustakoglou, athlete in the Kastorissa Rowing Club, and a filmmaker. Not a big budget one though, but maybe I can become such."

Neofytos Nassakis

After greeting his several colleagues a temporary farewell, Neofytos went off to get another glass of water. Despite being cognizant of the alcoholic beverages being restricted of serving until the Open Bar, he could not help but feel a moderate sense of impatience for them. As he was about to pass by Princess Aurelia and Sorisana Valbalar, he overheard a discussion of fantasy. Immediately, he turned like a curious fox, and eavesdropped without the women noticing. With a penchant for fantasy, Neofytos oversaw the publishing of several fantasy novels and graphic novels. From this load, there were a couple of works he considered favorites. One was a novel that depicted an alchemist seeking to free his wife from the clutches of a manifestation of a fictional evil god, and another was a graphic novel series that follows a brother and sister blessed by the Greek, Sumerian and Celtic gods to retrieve precious religious artifacts from a band of powerful mythological creatures, which presented the theme of the gods' will well. Further sequels are to soon to be published, leaving Neofytos to gleam with anticipation. As the conversation shifted to Aurelia mentioning cute boys to talk to and Sorisana wanting to have another person to pitch her book to, he sprung into action as if he were a lion pouncing for his meal.

"And, how may I be of service," Neofytos interjected, then laughed aloud, "Neofytos Nassakis, Publisher of the Fotepsycha Literature Company."

[...]

Vin, Prinz von Dorch.
The guy, who joined us in our corner at one of the columns, was not an impressive sight. Sorry to say so, but he seemed to be around my age, though he also seemed that, while he was doing sports, it really didn't show.
He opened by making a remark about a lady in the crowd, then introduced himself.
I gave a thin smile, not only because of the remark.
"She is certainly pretty, but there is not a woman here tonight, that is more beautiful then Mina.", I told him, noting his remark about film.
Mina certainly did so, too, as she planted a peck on my cheek.
She grinned. "I will decline any comment.", she added in Vlasis' direction. "Mina, Burggräfin von Fuchsbau. This is my boyfriend, Vin, Prinz von Dorch." I stood a bit straighter at that introduction. "We are both film studies students, so we have experience in making movies as well. Are you an autodidact, Mister Moustakoglou?"

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
I will admit, that I had planned to introduce the kid to Áed, the Ambassador was always glad to have some non-diplomatic conversation at the start - and he had a little nephew, which might be a grateful test audience.
But, as every plan was prone to, someone interjected from the side, a guy I honestly hadn't noticed. He introduced himself as "Neofytos Nassakis, Publisher of the Fotepsycha Literature Company."
I smiled.
"The pleasure is ours, Mister Nassakis.", I spoke, then motioned to Sorisana, "Miss Sorisana here is the author between the two of us. I am just an occassional reader." I let a beat pass, then bowed my head lightly. "Princess Aurelia bint-Damir. The full title is a bit longer, but Aurelia is sufficient."

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "Well, there's certainly no lack of conversation whenever me and my family are together, that's for sure!"

Would've been Lieđđi's immediate reaction to her current acquaintance's comment of the Pinelander's own family, following with a hearty chuckle and smile. But following that, then came time for Mhairi's own response, explaining her own family dynamic in quite the decent length, especially so for two people whom had only met and began speaking to one another mere minutes ago by this time.
The Pinelander singer, for her part would've listened to Ms. Uasal's reciprocatory explanation with some interest painted on her face. At the mention of the Selkie's older sister working in the film industry and being "awesome at movie-making", Lieđđi would especially show interest. It's safe to say that she's watched her fair share of movies in the past, and it's always been a fascination of hers at just how time-consuming and labourious movie-making must be at some points. At least with a song - she reasoned internally - the longest one would be is around eight minutes usually, and a movie can last ten times that length, if not more. Which also means, ten times the effort.

And of course, Mhairi would mention her younger sister as well, and her similar call to career, even if she's still young. Lieđđi nods to the mention, remembering her younger years throughout secondary school and even slightly beyond... Her father had a large shed in the back garden of the house - still has -, one that had a ground floor and a set of staircases leading up to a raised platform practically hugging the roof. It was a claustrophobic mess, but it became her claustrophobic mess, because after a load of pestering on her part, her father brought down his collection of firearms and the like from the raised platform and localised it all onto the ground floor, allowing her to do with the upper portion of the shed as she pleased...
So there she went; setting up a small, haphazard "recording studio", mock microphone, sheets of rudimentary songwriting scattered within drawers and even the wood floor, a central round carpet, a couple of the most comfortable chairs she could have up there, and of course a mobile heating unit for the colder days all present. Certainly not the most flattering setup to sing in, but for a while that's the most she had, and she certainly has fond memories of that.

Once Mhairi finished with her address to Lieđđi, she'd be broken out of her thoughts. Her face almost looked surprised for a split second, before that tried and tested mute smile returned. With a nod, the Joiker would respond shortly therefore after.

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "Do feel free to give my best wishes to your younger sister when you meet her again, Mhairi. I'm sure she could become a great singer in her own right soon enough!"

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
"Will do, will do.", I agreed, as I ordered a pair of waters for the two of us.
Lieddyy was quite unlikely to know, much like I did not know of her shed recording room, but Dísréad had started in an unused storeroom of my father's shop. In 2002, two girls of ten Springs, who could barely play their instruments. We used the storeroom as a practice room, much to my father's amusement.
He even snuck in a recording device, when we were fourteen, right in the middle of voice break and developing skills. The tape surfaced a few years ago, Eileen and I laughing our butts off.
Be it, as it may be...
...once we had our water, I raised it to a toast.
"To siblings. May they continue to drive us middle sisters nuts in the best possible ways.", I proposed.

[Nova Secta]

Theonymphi & Aristeidis Chatzigeorgiou

Both brother and sister observed how the woman in the navy-blue gown lost her composure in an anxious, but delightful giggle. The sight was enough to elicit surprised chuckles from them, and more so when the Knight-Captain made one wisecrack remark. But a different reaction overtook Aristeidis once the same person formed a coy smile on her visage and offered her hand by will, one that made his eyes widen in quiet disbelief.

"Nice one, Aris," complimented Theonymphi in the same sentiment.

"To be honest, I was not expecting that," replied Aristeidis.

As Theonymphi reassured the princess, the Knight-Captain made another compliment to the brother, in that similar tone. Aristeidis held his lips back, before relaxing as the princess interrupted her assistant, and introductions were subsequently made.

"Glad to meet you, Your Highness," Theonymphi bowed alongside Aristeidis, "We are both grateful that you fine women are attending. I am Theonymphi Chatzigeorgiou, Chief Marketing Officer of Dionissia Aromatics and freelance fashion designer. To my left is my older brother, Aristeidis, President of A. V. Chatzigeorgiou Private Security."

"Royal Sentinels, huh? I supposed that is the name of the royal guards in your kingdom," Aristeidis asked Jessamyn.

“We are a bit more than that,” the Knight-Captain responded to the man, Aristeidis, her posture relaxing some as they began to converse in earnest. “The Royal Sentinels do guard the royal family and the capital, but we also serve as the country’s front line of defense.”

“Yes, the Sentinels are the first into battle and the last ones to leave,” the Princess of Artica added, looking towards Theonymphi. “Some of the bravest soldiers from my country happen to be Sentinels, though our Legionnaires might have something to say about that perhaps.”

“Legionnaires? Pfft,” Jessamyn scoffed, instinctively licking her lips at the thought of making sport out of one of the Royal Legion’s ‘little playthings’. “We Sentinels would run laps around a Legionnaire and still manage to take their lunch money from them, bunch of pansies.”

Caitríona could sense the conversation beginning to get away from her and quickly pivoted away to a more manageable angle. “Please excuse the Knight-Captain’s… strong opinions. She has a way of getting in under my skin no matter how often I attempt to have her relieved.”

“Relieved? Right, like anyone else would take this detail,” Jessamyn joked, stymieing a chuckle. She then looked at Aristeidis, smiling, “I have been assigned to the Princess of Artica’s security detail for the better part of forever now; you could almost say I have become like family.”

“Right, family,” Caitríona laughed, turning back towards the Knight-Captain. “Rebellious, rambunctious, black sheep of the family perhaps; the kind of family member you disown for getting drunk at the family holiday meal and making a fool of themselves too much.”

“Aye, this is probably the truth,” Jessamyn acquiesced.

Caitríona turned back towards Aristeidis and Theonymphi, smiling: “I must say, this is quite the soiree that has been arranged, quite an elegant set-up. Does the Grand Principality of Pergamon throw these types of gala events often, or is this event more of a special occasion?”

[New Visayan Islands]

Hilarion Adamson II
Basileus Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities

"Agreed," Hilarion replied. "Were the situation reversed, you will find the Confederation more than happy to help," he added. "That being said, there are civilians seeking refuge in the other SEA nations; not everyone is able to fight back, even if the vast majority are willing. Prior to all this, the Embassy has recorded a spike in Visayans entering Pergamon seeking sanctuary; I will not deny that a humanitarian crisis looms closer each day, and while the Confederation maintains standing agreements with a non-SEA member vis-à-vis refugee resettlement—Allanea, for the record—my worst fear is that the resulting issues will end up beyond even our capabilities."

[Diarcesia]

Outside the Museum, 17 December, 5:42 PM PGST

It had been a long day for Camilla. It was her first public appearance as archon-consort in a long while. She had known about the gala for quite some time now and she even received recommendations from those who have attended it in previous years: what to wear, how to act, and etcetera. But when it came down to actually getting dressed up in her allotted designer ensemble (actually the same one inherited from the previous archon-consorts), nervousness hit her hard. The procession of cars waiting their turn to be ushered into the museum grows, and inside the Pryfors Bilar, there was no one else around except for her dear Pimen, the apostle Antioch, and the chauffeur. The wait felt like an endurance run—a test of patience at least—but eventually everything fell into place once it was their turn.

The guests in the Diarcesian car, a long and boxy saloon reminiscent of the Japanese Toyota Century with a powerful engine under the hood, all alighted. "I thought we won't get in on time," Pimen said in Diarcesian Latin. "And then, I don't know why but the car felt wobbly." He looked at his wife who is next to him. "The chauffeur's must be new at the job, or isn't used to a car as charming as the PB Crux," he continued with a bit of a smirk before putting an arm around her shoulders.

Camilla replied with a smile: "I guess it was just bad luck for us." She turns to Antioch, who was ahead of them. "Excuse my husband's behavior, Mr. Apostle." She then looks at Pimen again and takes away his arm from around her shoulder while patting him on his chest: she had something else to tell any acquaintances she could come across! And the gala was a good place to do so! But how? It should be easy enough... just speak from here... no wait, that would be rude; better open up with an appropriate conversation-starter and ease her way into the desired topic—it could be seen as more heartfelt anyway... which also means not much time left for thinking about what she wanted say... !!!

Antioch took no offense in the comment towards the chauffeur. "It's nothing, she's a new hire and getting used to how the car works. Pryfors Bilars are extremely rare here."

To my beloved husband Pimen, this should be an event to remember, Camilla mused. Simultaneously, they bore witness to Antioch switching from Diarcesian Latin to fluent local Greek as he interacted with their hosts.

Thomas & Zacharoula Vascopoulou

Seeing another set of guests arrive nearby, Thomas and his wife Zacharoula set about meeting them. Letting their children out into the lobby was a good decision, as it left them without the burden of calling them out to meet new guests.

"Welcome, welcome. Hope your trip was smooth," Thomas laughed for a bit, "My name is Thomas Vascopoulou, COO of Thanassis Vascopolou & Sons. This here is my wife, Zacharoula."

"You can even call us the 'glasses couple,' if you want," Zacharoula laughed, prompting Thomas to do the same.

"A pleasure to meet both of you once again," Antioch replied, matching the laugh that the glasses couple exhibited. "What do you think of our car? We were just talking about how my companions found the ride wobbly. You must have missed Archon Pimen and Madam Camilla dearly. The former, specifically, has rather keen senses to point out that the ride quality is... not optimal," he chuckled. They may have picked up a bit of Antioch and company's Diarcesian Latin conversation: the vocabulary has a rather sizeable overlap with Greek after all, Antioch would concede.

...

"It's been a while, Mr. and Mrs. Vascopulou," the elderly archon picked up where Antioch left off in the pleasantries.

Camilla beamed and nodded. "It has been a while," she repeated with a higher pitch than usual. "I was looking forward to seeing you again, glasses couple. We've got some catching up to do!"

...

"How about we continue our conversation while we make our way inside?" Pimen suggested. He couldn't walk too fast at his age, but the flip side would be more than ample time for small talk. Would they get accosted by other guests? Probably likely, as he saw no sign of the Vascopulou children nearby.

And so they walked, Thomas & Zacharoula leading the way. Behind the two, Pimen was in the middle flanked by his wife and the apostle. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the statue of Seleucus V. He was a lover of culture to begin with, but tonight he wanted to make sure that no one gets too close to him lest they hear about his favorite historical accounts in depth. It's not like I'm a curator or anything, he thought defensively before continuing to ponder at how Seleucus V's lion headdress is evocative of the First Monarch Arkess's Lynxhead Helm. Great minds think alike, it seems.

[The Pinelands]

Lieđđi Sirunieida | Två Dálvihállat, Joik Singer

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
"Will do, will do.", I agreed, as I ordered a pair of waters for the two of us.
Lieddyy was quite unlikely to know, much like I did not know of her shed recording room, but Dísréad had started in an unused storeroom of my father's shop. In 2002, two girls of ten Springs, who could barely play their instruments. We used the storeroom as a practice room, much to my father's amusement.
He even snuck in a recording device, when we were fourteen, right in the middle of voice break and developing skills. The tape surfaced a few years ago, Eileen and I laughing our butts off.
Be it, as it may be...
...once we had our water, I raised it to a toast.
"To siblings. May they continue to drive us middle sisters nuts in the best possible ways.", I proposed.

Mhari soon promptly agreed to "pass on Lieđđi's well wishes" to her younger sister, to which the Joiker would react to with a subtle nod and a slight, positive shift in her as of now expected smile, but it wouldn't take long at all for the Selkie to move herself to face the bar, and politely order another glass of water from the open, but limited bar of the lobby... Though the humble narrator has to state that he was partly wrong in the last sentence. It wasn't one glass of drink, but two, something that the Pinelander overheard, and would then presume it was meant for her before it was even handed her way.
And indeed it would be, for when the time would come Mhairi would retrieve the two glasses of water, and offer it invitationally towards Lieđđi soon therefore after. With a hearty nod she'd accept it, to which the Post-Dísréad musician would offer her a toast; that being

Mhairi Uasal: "To siblings. May they continue to drive us middle sisters nuts in the best possible ways."

One that Lieđđi would accept, raising her glass to be level with Mhairi's and commenting in acceptance therefore after

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "To siblings indeed, Mhairi. And may we reciprocate their attempts to drive us crazy forever more, eh?"

Is what she'd say, following with a hearty chuckle after the fact

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Emilie Lindahl | Residential Representative

Sultan Selim Marja pulled angrily at his tie.

They were already late, and now he couldn't get himself dressed. The driver was doing all he could, of course, but the Sultan was still annoyed. "Let me help you with that," said Haji. Selim grudgingly let his Emir help him. Haji, who had grown up in Tammen, the center of Agrillistic culture, had experience with this sort of dress. Selim did not. Once Haji finished up, Selim finally realized how different they looked. Yes, they both had a classic suit, but Haji's was plain black and nondescript. Selim's, on the other hand, was embroidered with red and gold cloth on the inside, with some of it showing on the color and upturned center. Selim would, of course, also be wearing his turban. He hoped it didn't conflict with the hosts. It was a symbol of the Sultanate and important that he wear it.

After 5 more minutes, they finally pulled in to the museum. Selim quickly noticed the splendor of host building. It was as beautiful as the Diamond Palace back home. Selim and Haji stepped out. They saw a few other dignitaries walking in, and Selim was glad that they were not the only ones late. He walked inside.

Strictly speaking, this was a diplomatic mission. He was to make connections and establish relations. But he was also determined to have fun. This was the first international gala or event ever attended by a member of the Saterunalian ruling house. He was excited to see what was to come. But first he needed a drink. He roamed about for the bar. He noticed that Haji quickly left his side. Haji was one of those people who, after talking to a stranger for five minutes, could make them feel as if they had know him all their life. He was much better at making connections, and that was one of the reasons he had been brought along. Selim was not that type of person. He was not exactly shy. Just more reserved. He had started to become more open to meeting people once taking the mantle of Sultan, but still wasn't quite comfortable. It didn't help that he didn't know anybody here.

After arriving at the bar, Selim was a bit disappointed to find they only had water, but he was happy to have something to reduce the dryness of his throat. He looked around, and, suddenly, felt lost. What was he doing here? He knew this had been a bad idea. All of a sudden, his palms were sweating, his knees weak, his arms heavy. No. He could control this. He straightened up, and calmed himself. Meeting people was so hard. If only someone else would come introduce themselves.

Emilie Lindahl: "Quite the car you have here. Would it be so disrespectful if I asked about it's make?"

Chauffeur: "This would be a Caddilac CT-5 Blackwing, ma'am. Do you have any further questions?"

Emilie wouldn't. And mind her, she wouldn't respond to the counter-question straight away either, though the response did finally allow her to switch her gaze from the window looking into the streets of Pergamon as they passed towards her destination towards the driver, of whom happened to be her Chauffeur for the event, if even for a moment. There was plenty that was going through the Resident Representative of the Pineland's head at the time, mostly related to the Gala, Pergamon and her actual business being here, but for a moment it was surpassed by another thought. For though she had spotted the car that she was to get into beforehand, and scoffed internally at it's perceived luxury, this time she practically broke out into an internal monologue, wondering just how expensive this Cadillac actually was. She mused to herself; you'd be lucky to spot anyone - other than tourists - driving around in something like an old model Honda NSX let alone a luxury sedan that; as she pulled out her phone from her dress trouser pockets and made a quick internet search of the make and subsequently found out, could go at some extraordinary speeds when pushed.

At a point though, her mind would drift away from the thought about the car she was being chauffeured in, and then back to the chauffeur himself. With an almost instinctive shake of her head; her loose but well-treated honey blonde hair swaying in the motion somewhat, she'd simply respond with

Emilie Lindahl: "Ah, no. None for now..."

Eventually, Ms. Lindahl would arrive to where the Gala was being held; within a great museum that had been rented out for the occasion by those who hosted it, that being the Monarchy, if she remembers correctly... Much like any Pinelander, Emilie had her opinions about certain political systems, ones that the Pinelands has a rather biased view towards overall to say the least, but with confidence that she didn't even know she truly had, she was rather determined to let no Prince or Princess spoil the mood of the festivities... She was here on not necessarily "official" business, but it'd be incorrect to say that her occupation and her career, no less the people she worked with didn't encourage her to participate in this. But be it as it may, the Pinelander of Norwegian heritage would be determined to make the most out of her time in Pergamon, especially during the Gala.

After being invited out of the car by her chauffeur, offering his hand out to her upon exiting the Cadillac and opening her passenger door, Emilie would step out therefore after into the not-so-cool air of the city, her hazel-blue eyes soaking in the sight of the well-lit Seleucus Megas Museum of History and Antiquities with controlled wonder, and would promptly take herself towards the entrance of the building. No use standing around doing nothing, she reasoned to herself... She did make sure however, to turn mid-way to look at her chauffeur, and blow a mock kiss toward him almost teasingly, though she didn't at all think he looked half-bad.
Safe to say, getting in was a small hassle, but nothing too awful by any stretch of the imagination. Marching through a crowd being almost blinded by the cameramen/women who cared enough to take her photo here, contending with a security detail who identified her before letting her in there, and in less than five minutes she had found herself in the lobby.

Now, the lobby itself was full with so many people, and a hustle and bustle that rivals even festivals within the Pinelands like the Árbi Festivála, that the average person would find themselves truly lost on how to proceed. Indeed even for a moment, nerves caught up to the Resident Representative, as they would as her eyes wandered across the scene(s) in front of her almost in a frantic manner, but a certain sense of mute calm would find Emilie as her eyes settled on someone; of who stood out quite well against the crowd, who at the time seemed rather anxious. This man of seemingly wealthy status judging by his clothes, even for black-tie standards stood out especially not only because said clothes looked regal in an almost Islamic sense (should that make any sense), but also the turban he wore on top of his head. This individual didn't seem so busy, so with nowhere better to go, at least until the opening speech and the opening of the main open bar after the fact, Emilie would take herself towards them in a decently elegant fashion.
And, once close enough that she was certain she'd be heard over the crowd, she'd greet the Sultan - unbeknownst to her at that immediate time - of them post-haste but not without composure.

Emilie Lindahl: "Good evening. Emilie Lindahl, Resident Representative of the United Councils of the Pinelands, though that's a bit of a mouthful so you're free to skip formalities and refer to me as Emilie.

Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, if I am so allowed to ask? I must have skimmed over your name on the guest list"

She finished with a small chuckle, following with a small but charming smile.