Gala Metiochidon [IC/Sign-ups]

by **Katase** » Wed Dec 21, 2022 5:53 pm

Seleucid Pergamon wrote: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.

"Dimi-san, all right then!" Yukiko nodded, "And very astute to know we wear kimono where we're from! Very good indeed."

"Very good." Momiji nodded in agreement. "To answer your question, we're two of the Princesses of Katase. Our elder brother is the Grand Prince, his wife Grand Princess. Kind of confusing we all share the same title but that's a long bout of history we don't really need to get into here, tonight. Anyway, that's why we're here because that lazy do-for-nothing always makes us do these."

"Momiji! We're 14, so in the eyes of old law prior to the turn of the century, we're pretty much adults. Granted it's just old tradition not actually the case. But we just take on some responsibility of the royal family."

"I guess. As long as I'm with Yukiko, I seldom complain."

"We are pretty close I guess."

by **Abetton** » Wed Dec 21, 2022 7:56 pm

The Selkie wrote:rincess 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."

Seleucid Pergamon wrote: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."

It seemed I said some magic words, as Miss Aurelia had no time to respond when someone else joined us, a who quickly introduced himself as Neofytos Nassakis and well as it so happened he was a publisher. Wow! "Oh uh, good to meet you. I'm Sorisana Valbalar, author." Well he figured that much out, genius! I scolded myself, plus Miss Aurelia already introduced me as such. I searched my pockets of my dress, yes indeed my red dress had pockets, and viola I pulled out a business card. "I'm published in Abetton but been hoping to break into a wider market." Now it was Miss Aurelia's turn to introduce herself where she gave her full title, Princess! Somehow that made sense. I should have been a embarrassed I was so casual with her, to to mention bumping into her, but she already seem to quell that by saying Aurelia was fine, which is good because her full title was a real mouthful. Okay yet again, it was still sounding somewhat familiar to me, again I planned to look into that later.

by **Aureumterra III** » Wed Dec 21, 2022 9:40 pm

Andre nodded to the two as they bowed, while Müller held out his arm to shake their hands. The envoy gave a polite smile, having to keep a diplomatic demeanor at all times no matter his own personal thoughts on the people they encountered. "Greetings, I am Victor Müller, Special Envoy for HIM’s Government."

He turned to Andre, expecting the prince to introduce himself. It was an awkward few seconds of silence before Andre finally realized, "Oh - I’m Prince Andre, Imperial Prince of Aureumterra, brother of the Emperor." He didn’t reach his hand out to shake, as he wasn’t accustomed to doing so. Royalty never shook hands in Aureumterra. "You must be from around here? I’ve never been much outside Aureumterra. I only read about all of the ancient greek buildings in history books back home, I never realized how amazing looked in person." The prince somewhat gushed in wonder at his current travel destination.

Müller was somewhat embarrassed by the Prince’s awkwardness, but remained smiling and polite to the couple, knowing better than to correct him right now in the middle of conversation.

by **Phibeta** » Wed Dec 21, 2022 10:43 pm

Seleucid Pergamon wrote:
Phibeta wrote:“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.

Prince Alfred smirked with pride. “I am so glad you asked! The Phibeta Museum of History has artifacts from around the world! We Phibetans during our glorious days of empire have brought back home many exotic gifts and relics from the colonies and dominions we once claimed ours. We are proud of our conquests and our national glory that we have acquired over thousands and thousands of artifacts!”. Alfred was exclaiming proudly of his nation, while his brother and sister were more than pleased with his words, sighing heavily.

“He’s doing it again” whispered Princess Catherine to Prince Jerald.

by **Dayganistan** » Wed Dec 21, 2022 11:03 pm

President Aryana Zahir

Aryana was quite surprised that the bar was not yet serving alcohol. While she was a Muslim and otherwise followed Islamic dietary laws, she was, like many people in Dayganistan, not entirely opposed to alcohol consumption. She certainly wasn't a heavy drinker, but didn't mind a few glasses of wine or cocktails here and there. Either way, she asked for a glass of water. After receiving it, she took a sip and turned back to the Prime Minister.

"So anyway, since we're not here on official diplomatic business I'm ok if we interact on a first name basis, if you would like. Diplomatic formality is important sometimes, but it's a little stuffy, don't you think? Or am I just young and more informal?" She took another sip of her water. "I have a lot of formal events coming up next year, 40 years since we defeated the Russians is a pretty important anniversary."

Altynai Mukhtar

Another car pulled up outside and another woman stepped out to the flashes of cameras. This was a young woman with blonde hair, which despite the occasion she still wore down and loose around her shoulders, and ever so slightly east Asian facial features which would lead those unfamiliar with Dayganistan to assume she was not from there. This young woman was Altynai Mukhtar, a pop singer with Dayganistan who was currently one of the most popular music artists in the country. She was mostly popular with teenage girls and women in their 20s and early 30s, and just edgy enough to offend uptight conservatives without going completely over the line to mainstream criticism. In terms of her outfit, she wore a form fitting, strapless black dress that came to just above the knees and a pair of knee length high heeled boots. The outfit probably straddled the lower limits of a black tie dress code, but she was never one for full length gowns unless it was absolutely necessary. As to why she was here, she simply decided to visit due to some free time in her schedule. Maybe there would be other international artists who could help introduce her music to new, foreign audiences. Dayganistan's music industry on the whole truly did want to compete on the global stage with the likes of the Americans and Koreans, as much of a long shot as that might be.

Entering the museum, Altynai immediately looked towards the bar. Not that she was a heavy drinker, but she found in such situations, especially when they were with unfamiliar people, a couple drinks helped her be more at ease. As she approached the bar, she noticed a familiar face from her home country. The President of Dayganistan. She had met President Zahir a few times in the past. They had met a few times at an annual gala celebrating women's achievements in Dayganistan, and they had met again alongside a few other prominent musicians and actors to pitch ideas for cultural initiatives celebrating the 40th anniversary of the defeat of the Soviets next year. She wasn't sure if she would talk to the President tonight, but she couldn't actually say for certain she would avoid her.

"Wait, what do you mean there's no alcohol yet?" She asked the bartender when she was informed the bar was currently not serving alcohol. A disappointment, but not the absolute end of the world. They probably didn't want someone coming in, instantly getting completely hammered on expensive drinks and making a scene. Instead, she opted for a glass of sparkling water. Even if she didn't make a move to talk to someone, she figured it wouldn't be too long before someone would try to introduce themself. Besides, she didn't know anyone other than President Zahir, who looked to be in conversation with someone, probably a diplomatic figure. Not wanting to awkwardly stand around, she decided to walk around the museum and look at the sights.

Rustam Nemati

The last person who would arrive from Dayganistan would be the footballer Rustam Nemati. He played for Dayganistan's national team and was the captain of one of the biggest football clubs in Dayganistan, Kabul Bala Hissar. He wasn't a fan of the bright lights of the cameras as he stepped out of the car, he never was, and he hoped his relatively basic black suit would keep him from attracting too much attention from a photographer wanting to get all the angles of the rich, famous and powerful. Rustam just wanted to enjoy his night in peace as, despite having no education above secondary school, he had a keen interest in history and considered getting a degree when he had time. Being a high level athlete didn't leave much time however. He was almost sure none of his fans would be at this event, but he hoped to at least run into some other sportsmen to meet some new people with some common ground even if they played different sports.

Entering the museum, Rustam looked around for any familiar faces. Nobody yet. He considered going to the bar, but it was a bit crowded there despite there being too familiar faces from his homeland. There was President Zahir, someone he had never met and wasn't sure if she was even interested in football. And... was that Altynai Mukhtar, the singer? He wasn't a big fan of her music, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive. No Rustam, you don't have a shot with her don't bother. He thought. For someone so successful at sports, he sure had low confidence when it came to attractive members of the opposite gender. He needed his one of his teammates to be his wingman but none of them were here tonight. Once she left the bar, Rustam went over and got himself a glace of juice.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 1:53 am

Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski
And there she was.

Lady Ida Findehooof -- the 'Selkie-lass', as mother and father were wont to call her -- as beautiful and bright as...anything, really. A more poetic - or arrogant - mind might have heaped all sorts of praise and titles on her. 'The Shining Jewel of Teressien'; 'The Radient Rose of the Free lands'.

Berengar was neither. "Ida is Ida' is Ida'", as he had told Heidi once; an indescribable, wonderful woman. Ida could not be described - she simply was.

And though he was not sure of where they would go next...sometimes, in idle hours; he thought of the throne. The throne upon which his father sat, and besides him, his mother.

The throne which he would one day ascend; and...perhaps...

Perhaps her alongside him.

He swatted those thoughts out of his head. The future was unknowable; he has his hands full with the present, in any case.

A brief moment after they locked eyes, Ida had slipped quickly through the crowd, leaving him to follow; and follow he did. The morass of people - the great and good of all the world -- thinned quickly around him as he continued on, and soon he found himself next to her -- in a more quiet corner of the room. It was hardly a private room, but there was noone too close, and that was enough.

He took up station besides her, reaching an arm across -- letting her take his hand if she so wished.

"You look good tonight." he said, giving her a worn-down -- but still genuine -- smile. "Not that you don't usually. But tonight especially."

A pause. "How...how are things going? On your end, I mean. I know you're working through your training and all, as a foreign service officer and diplomat."

There was a slight edge to his voice as he asked her that question - but not an angry edge. Anxiety, perhaps? Nerves, even? If so, then from what? For what?

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 7:36 am

Margot’s hold on Constantino’s arm reflexively tightened slightly before she realized it was a joke. “Thank you. It was a hard choice between a him and a mule.”

Constantino’s eyebrow raised, “Last I checked. I invited you to this. But it looks like she chose wisely.” he shrugged “As to what to look forward to. I do not know. I wasn’t familiar with the itinerary. If I was a tourist, what would you recommend seeing first?” he asked the two.

by **The Selkie** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 8:11 am

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I chuckled as well, "Hear, hear."
A clink of our glasses later, I took a sip.
Looking into the crowd, it was getting fuller and fuller, people meeting others and chatting. I spotted the Visayan Ambassador - with his country being attacked, and being an ally of the Free Lands via SEA, I knew, that Áed would want to dispense the usual things one said in such situations and then tell him a few things, which he wanted to say and was tasked to say. Later, though, for now, the Visayan Ambassador was occupied.
Princess Aurelia was in a conversation with a girl and some guy, who seemed to be quite focussed on the girl.
I spotted a few other familiar figures as well, but no Áed.
Then, I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. "Who's your new friend?", a familiar voice asked.
Tall, snazzy suit, good looking, winning smile - yep, Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh was one heck of a good looking man and...
"If I may introduce?", I said and grinned back at the redhead, "Lieddyy Sirunieida, this is my partner in diplomacy, Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh."
"It's a pleasure, Miss Sirunieida.", he said with a small bow of his head, "May I say, that you look lovely tonight?"

Ida Findehoof.
I gave Berengar a smile, took his hand almost on instinct, gave it a soft squeeze.
"Thank you.", I told him about his compliments, "You look good as well." Then I sighed. "As for my training... well, I was supposed to be part of a delegation, but they got all sick, so they sent me on my lonesome... I take it as a sign of trust, so... it's proceeding well."
He wasn't the only one, who spent his waking hours thinking about the future, undecided, but picturing things...
...and right then and there, I came to a decision.
No time like the present.
"Berengar, I wanted to speak about something important with you.", I said, smiled softly, "Don't worry, it's nothing life-threatening. Well, I think, it isn't... anyway." I was stalling, but I soldiered on, then looked him in his eyes. "I would like for you to meet my parents... and, if possible, I'd like to meet yours, too."
He might know, how huge of a step this was in our relationship as far as I was concerned.

by **The Pinelands** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 9:03 am

Lieđđi Sirunieida | Två Dálvihállat, Joik Singer

The Selkie wrote:
Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I chuckled as well, "Hear, hear."
A clink of our glasses later, I took a sip.
Looking into the crowd, it was getting fuller and fuller, people meeting others and chatting. I spotted the Visayan Ambassador - with his country being attacked, and being an ally of the Free Lands via SEA, I knew, that Áed would want to dispense the usual things one said in such situations and then tell him a few things, which he wanted to say and was tasked to say. Later, though, for now, the Visayan Ambassador was occupied.
Princess Aurelia was in a conversation with a girl and some guy, who seemed to be quite focussed on the girl.
I spotted a few other familiar figures as well, but no Áed.
Then, I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. "Who's your new friend?", a familiar voice asked.
Tall, snazzy suit, good looking, winning smile - yep, Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh was one heck of a good looking man and...
"If I may introduce?", I said and grinned back at the redhead, "Lieddyy Sirunieida, this is my partner in diplomacy, Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh."
"It's a pleasure, Miss Sirunieida.", he said with a small bow of his head, "May I say, that you look lovely tonight?"

Mhairi Uasal: "Hear, hear"

Is what Mhairi would comment in response to Lieđđi's previous statement, followed by reciprocating a chuckle and soon therefore after, their two glasses would clang together as a toast. Now sure, the Selkie Musician was dressed in a... Surprisingly liberal way in the Pinelander counterpart's perception, but otherwise she was nothing but glad to meet and talk to her, for considering first impressions Mhairi was nothing but respectful, kind and perhaps most importantly, willing to be talkative. Whilst Lieđđi has most certainly learnt to speak and make conversation ever since she caught herself up with some pretty decent fame within the Pinelands, she wasn't always like this, and in large crowds where she's not focused on something - a la singing during a performance - she wasn't always the most confident, so she was happy to see that she wasn't necessarily responsible for leading the conversation she and Ms. Uasal had...

But, it seemed as if it would be wrapping up, at least for a moment to Lieđđi's perception. Alas, it wouldn't be, neither to her discomfort nor immediate happiness. She and her current acquaintance would be accosted soon by one Áed Gadhair. Upon becoming aware of his presence, Ms. Sirunieida would turn to look at this new figure. He certainly wasn't unattractive, far from it. With a tall frame much like Mhairi, though perhaps even higher though if it were so the fact hadn't registered in the Joiker's head as of yet, a snazzy suit and red coloured hair that actually complemented the figure well, he would certainly be able to hold a woman's gaze for at least a short spell, and Lieđđi was no different... Ahh, but this narrator digresses, for sooner rather than later Lieđđi would be introduced by name through Mhairi to Mr. Gadhair, and after the fact he'd be soon to address her directly

Áed Gadhair: "It's a pleasure, Miss Sirunieida. May I say, that you look lovely tonight?"

Adding a small bow into the mix, assumedly for politeness' sake. At the comment of "look(ing) lovely tonight", Lieđđi's cheeks would glow slightly in reaction; a blush. It would take more than a second for her to regain composure, but she would eventually ( relatively speaking ) and would follow with a curtsey and a not-so-mute smile, responding mostly in kind.

Lieđđi Sirunieida: "Oh, it's my pleasure as well, Mr. Gadhair. You're not so bad looking yourself.

And feel free to call me Liedyyi, if you want. That's completely fine by me."

by **Saterun** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 4:23 pm

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.

Selim had just resolved to go meet some people, and was about to do it, when he was approached by another guest. A woman, similar to him in age. What he noticed most about her, however, was her hair. In the eastern capital of Anasb, you didn't see many people with her color hair. Had she been from Saterun, Selim would have guessed she was southwestern or from the the north. Even through her initial appearance was striking, Selim was soon in his element. Actually going up to people he couldn't do, but once talking with someone, he was able to make easy conversation. Especially if that someone was a government official. "Good evening to you too. I am Sultan Selim Marja of Saterun." Selim cracked his well-practiced smile. If you were the Sultan, you needed to be able to smile.

Selim was still fascinated by her hair color. He had never seen anything quite that color. But he needed to focus. He wasn't here to stare at foreign dignitaries' hair. He spoke again. "This if quite the spectacle, isn't it? We have something similar back home. The Diamond Palace. But that's far away. How are you liking the ball so far? Also, have you happened to see my Emir Haji? About 5'11", crisp suit, combed hair, looks a little bit like me?"

*****

Haji al-Abbas quietly slipped away from his Sultan. He hated to do it, but Selim had to make friends by himself. He would be fine. He always was. Haji also had important business. He waded through the sea of important officials, greeting and then moving on. He was seeking out the President of Dayganistan. Haji had come here to make connections, and a foreign leader who practiced something like Shaantam (OOC: Saterun version of Islam) would be the perfect place to start. As he arrived, he noticed that Selim was chatting with a bright-haired woman, about his same age. He saw that trademark switch Selim always did when he was invited into conversation. But Haji would leave Selim to his conversation. He had more important business.

When he got within talking distance of the President, he found her talking to another diplomat. "Excuse me, President, but allow me to introduce myself. I am Haji al-Abbas, Emir of the State of Marebrook, in the Sultanate of Saterun. It is nice to meet another world leader that shares similar beliefs to mine."

by **The Pinelands** » Thu Dec 22, 2022 7:04 pm

Emilie Lindahl | Residential Representative

Saterun wrote:
Selim had just resolved to go meet some people, and was about to do it, when he was approached by another guest. A woman, similar to him in age. What he noticed most about her, however, was her hair. In the eastern capital of Anasb, you didn't see many people with her color hair. Had she been from Saterun, Selim would have guessed she was southwestern or from the the north. Even through her initial appearance was striking, Selim was soon in his element. Actually going up to people he couldn't do, but once talking with someone, he was able to make easy conversation. Especially if that someone was a government official. "Good evening to you too. I am Sultan Selim Marja of Saterun." Selim cracked his well-practiced smile. If you were the Sultan, you needed to be able to smile.

Selim was still fascinated by her hair color. He had never seen anything quite that color. But he needed to focus. He wasn't here to stare at foreign dignitaries' hair. He spoke again. "This if quite the spectacle, isn't it? We have something similar back home. The Diamond Palace. But that's far away. How are you liking the ball so far? Also, have you happened to see my Emir Haji? About 5'11", crisp suit, combed hair, looks a little bit like me?"

The Pinelander Resident Representative; Emilie wasn't at all oblivious to the way the Saterun Sultan's gaze was going. She often found it easy enough to identify whether someone was looking into your eyes, or somewhere else, and in this case though his benevolence was looking at her, it was past the eyes... At the hair, maybe?
That'd make some sense; Ms. Lindahl reasoned internally. If he wasn't an awfully outgoing person internationally perhaps where he lived blondes; especially so light blondes weren't the most common, so it was a sight to see one. And as if to subtly emphasise Selim's gaze some more, she'd not so unconsciously drag her left hand towards her hair, and brush it to the side of her face some, which did serve at the very least a slightly practical function beyond amusement's sake by framing her face around the hair somewhat better.

But, introductions and conversation soon had to be made, wouldn't they? And indeed they would, for soon enough the Sultan would introduce himself in kind to the Pinelander.

Sultan Selim Marja: "Good evening to you too. I am Sultan Selim Marja of Saterun. This if quite the spectacle, isn't it? We have something similar back home. The Diamond Palace. But that's far away. How are you liking the ball so far? Also, have you happened to see my Emir Haji? About 5'11, crisp suit, combed hair, looks a little bit like me?"

Making sure to smile a well-trained smile through it. Though nervous initially standing there without anyone to talk to, there was a noticeable difference once he engaged in conversation, it would seem. But ah, if that was a thought that Emilie had it'd be a fleeting one at best. Instead, she made sure to take note of her current acquaintance's name, and the title he had. Sultan... Well, there could be more unusual guests to a Gala, is what she'd think to herself. But, she had some biases to a title like that; aware that internationally the few Sultanates she was aware of within the world were autocratic in nature, indeed a stark contrast of governance to her home's. As of right now however, she was thinking little of politics; geopolitics or not. Perhaps that would change later in the night, but for now...

On a different note, at the mention of Selim's "Emir" and his general description, asking if he had been witnessed by the Resident Representative, she'd shake her head without hesitation but not without general grace. She'd make sure to smile a not-so-unattractive smile in response as well; perhaps seven-eights genuine, one-eight purposeful and respond accordingly with

Emilie Lindahl: "I can't say I have, your great benevolence. Ahh, but if he's even half as good-looking as yours truly I'll be sure to spot him"

She'd comment light-heartedly accompanied with a quick and somewhat subtle wink. It was hardly a complete fib either aimed just to tease the young sultan, for he indeed has his pros.

Emilie Lindahl: "As for this "spectacle", as it was, it's certainly extravagant. You'd be lucky to spot something so formal and daresay; majestic within my own lands. For a country which prides itself on it's festivities and celebrations what there is a lack of is black-tie events. Leave the posh decorum to those bourgeoise countries that actually care about it, hmm?"

She'd summarily comment, giving an unsubtle chuckle to the last sentence uttered as if to wordlessly tell her conversational compatriot that the comment was made in good spirits, as if a jab aimed towards the Pinelands itself more than outside countries with different; arguably less-well-off systems of government, depending on perspective.

Ms. Lindahl, as it seemed was hardly a rude person. But, if she could throw about her comments in a light-hearted, almost teasing manner when available, she most certainly would. Not necessarily in a ditzy manner, the late 20-something woman certainly had self-control. Perhaps more in a gracious uncaring; someone whom was hardly unwilling to speak about what was on her mind, even when the situation itself may not be best suited for it but would hardly be worse off for either.

by **Ezhara** » Tue Dec 27, 2022 3:39 am

Now thou art somebody whom I used to know...
They couldn't stop him. Or maybe they didn't want to, but Arthur le Fey had insisted on taking his lute along — normal enough for an Ezharan Idol — but it was only a few seconds in the car before he started strumming. Then singing. Whether the others' silence was one of horror, admiration, or humiliation was to be debated, as the other three had neither their ears nor eyes trained upon his performance, smooth even above the bumps and stops.
But it was a car full of Idols, all dressed for the occasion to the best that their performing spirit could be contained. There was Arthur, of course, who felt like a bard plucked from the medieval era and dressed in the vague promise of formality. Next to him, Siegr's gray-dyed head, with one edge flipped up to reveal red roots, slept on Nanna's shoulder, who was browsing her phone. Up front was Hanyuu, staring at the road ahead.
Nanna raised her head. "Arthur."
"One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness..."
"Arthur."

The bard cleared his throat. "By the gods, Nanna..." He shook his head. "Ah, beg your pardon, what was it you needed?"
"Tell me why you invited me and Siegr, of all people?" she said. "You know, the two least qualified Idols for appreciating fine art and history?"
"Least qualified! Hold your tongue, Nanna, you and your companion are most definitely qualified. Have you heard any other musician mix the beauty of an orchestra's sweeping strings with the intensity of an electric guit—"
"Och! Quiet down, bard." Siegr waved his arm and slapped Arthur's mouth. "Trying to sleep before we have to schmooze. Diplomacy... not my mercy..."

"Ah, Siegr dearest, I'm sure you'll find your heart in minutes when we get—"
"Mate, I'm a classically-trained musician, not a historian. We're just here because you asked us, and besides, maybe it's best you don't be left alone."
"I've little need of caretakers, but companions will do just fine." He turned to Hanyuu. "And you? To think Eiko would deny a romantic outing at the—"
The Suzuraigan turned back. "Um, Arthur," he said, "what do you mean by romantic?" There was a peculiar fear to it, and the other Idols shifted. Arthur fell silent, plucking at his lute, finding a rhythm. "Mhm, yes, a... an outing of any sort. A fellow like him that embodies a god, a prince, a lost younger brother, a warrior— ah, I'm sure they'll all find comforting memories had they gone. Yes, certainly. If only he could bear putting on a suit. But no matter, tis only us four."

A shining black limousine, adorned in metal-painted-gold to resemble flowing rivers further decorated in hundreds of rushes and reeds, pulled up alongside them. A window rolled down, and out peeked the tip of a sacred ibis's beak.
"You've got to be kidding me," Nanna said. "Unless some other eccentric loves to haul around a bird in a car made to resemble an afterlife..."
Siegr glanced at the window, which had now been fully rolled down, letting a forced, familiar smirk fill the darkness of the limousine. "Nanna, we've both been working together long enough to know that nobody's gonna leave you alone."
"Would make it easier if they would..." She shut her eyes and turned away.

Both vehicles made their unceremonious halt in front of the museum, and out came Nanna's group. Hanyuu headed them, and Nanna ran out with Siegr's arm in her hand.
"Let's get out befo—"
"God, Nanna slow down..."
And immediately came the sound of the lute. A silenced curse.
"Arise—"
"For fu—"

Siegr whirled forward and grabbed her, pulling her aside. "Good God, woman, calm down a moment and just let them die for a bit, eh? 'Sides, looks like Satis has half the mind enough to get them to stop, see?"
She sighed and looked back at the group, where Arthur's lute had long since been silenced, where a sacred ibis's baleful gaze took in the site, where a woman in a dress like champagne was pulling down another woman's arm, which held a black cane, speckled with green stars and blue scarabs soaring in the night sky.
"Servants of AARU..." Nanna muttered. "Always going to make that entrance, isn't she?"
"Well, we've all got our eccentricities, don't we? Just that Ezhara doesn't bully folks for it, so we all keep it. Sure was the same with you..."

"And for some of us," Hanyuu said, "it's their only comfort."
Nanna looked aside. "Most of us, really."
Even then, she probably seemed like one of the most well-adjusted Idol or Talent out there, or at least, seemed the least interesting, and she'd always felt that way. Music was her life, of course, away from the restrictions of home. It was her escape. But it wasn't a devotion, it didn't heed her every attention like Twtw, one of the AARU members in front of her, who was dancing just slightly enough that, to most, it'd just be fidgeting.
It just made her feel like she belonged. Not with Siegr, but just with a community in general, somewhere that didn't look down on her, somewhere that tempered the flame burning bright in her heart from a spirit of rebellion to one of passion.

"We should go in before someone thinks we're a part of AARU."
"No way, Nanna," Siege said, taking her hand before she stepped in front of him and took his. "Hunh... That's one way to do it."
She smiled. "Since when has it been different?"
"Since you guys didn't know each other," Hanyuu said.
"So back when I was a little girl fighting with my parents? Sure, Hanyuu, sure." She laughed, and the three of them headed into the museum's main room.

Salvage the Space, Shatter the Sky, Swallow the Sea, Spurn the Sleep, Save the Soul

"Kebechet, let's hold on the eccentricities." The champagne-dressed woman held onto her companion's arm. "Just have a normal night."
She cleared her throat and set her cane down. "Very... very well, Satis. Renenūtet, might you—"
Beside her, a man with pale hair was already shooing the sacred ibis back in. "Already got i— akh!"
A noble, dark-skinned woman had struck him lightly on the head. "Shai, what have we told you about taking our tasks?"
"Not to... not to dominate, of course, but, well, I was next—"
The dancing man slid next to him. "Best not fall into old habits, Shai."

All in all, they felt like theater kids and spoke like a theater troupe, but what was less deniable, less fictitious was the pervasive ethereal sense about them, like they truly were from another world, or at least from humanity's dreams. Glimmers of the past, of incomplete desires and unwanted mistakes, wandered around them, especially around the princess-like woman with the cane; she embodied all of the tender, holy grief of a graveyard.
"No matter," Kebechet said, holding her cane aloft. "AARU, let us go forward to this brilliant celebration."
The two men looked at each other. "Bar?" Shai said.
"Hmm. Could go for it."
They excused themselves while the three women headed to the gala's main hall.

by **Seleucid Pergamon** » Sat Dec 31, 2022 4:49 am

(PART 2 OF REPLY COMING SOON)

Weltkria wrote:
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.
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.

Magdalini Scafakis & Stefania Panagopoulou

Magdalini Scafakis (left in image) & Stefania Panagopoulou (right) were conversing with each other about the recent training with the new pilots. The Pergamonic Air Force had given everyone the day off in light of the event that the gala was celebrating. They both wore their Air Force Mess Dress Uniform, similar to that of the USAF's, but with Hellenic ornaments. They both spotted a figure wearing a evening military uniform, his countenance noting a sentiment like anxiousness. Thinking that he was lost, they both sauntered to him in a graceful pace.

"Need help in getting around," asked Magdalini, "I'm Magdalini Scafakis, Flight Lieutenant, and this is my colleague and superior, Squadron Leader Stefania Panagopoulou."

Legatia wrote:
Ambassador Matthew Laurent, Commander Sarah Masters
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.

Leonidas Sotirakis

Leonidas Sotirakis heard plenty of orders related to the alcoholic beverages. Hearing it again, he shook it off with a slight chuckle, then gathered breath for his reply.

"Sorry, you two. But alcoholic beverages are unavailable at this time. When the Open Bar hits, you'll be able to drink them. For now, only water is served," he replied.

Given that the guests were not cognizant of this offering, he could not help but feel sympathetic to them. He made one quiet sigh, with aggravation contained. It was directed to the one guy who forgot to put it on the cards.

Vlasis Moustakoglou

Both eyes in Vlasis radiated with enthusiasm as they both mentioned that they were film students aside from nobility. His kind of people, found amidst the sea of eager guests. A smile then formed on his visage, an indicator for him to talk quite excessively about an interested topic, but he took note of presenting respect in his greetings to the pair, given their titles.

"Somewhat. I learn myself sometimes, and I take courses," he answered, "I'm taking film courses at university up in Kastorissa, and its a way to get knowledge from professors, and open my mind to more ideas and possibilities. Question, what's your guys' favorite genre of film to produce?"

Neofytos Nassakis

Turning to Sorisana, he could tell that she looked really young. The height would be enough, but that was only superficial compared to the face and personality. Nevertheless and altogether, it was a pleasure observing that such a young author as herself is taking initiative to expand her sales here. He had many young authors come to his office to make their works known, and it was a pleasure to fulfill their aspirations to the best of his ability.

"And by the blessing of Dionysus, my help is placed on the table, Ms. Valbalar," he smiled.

Neofytos then turned to Aurelia, who introduced herself next. He bowed upon hearing her occupation, then took the hand of the Kyrenaian princess.

"A pleasure to meet you, Princess," he greeted, "And hey, at least your name is shorter than some of the guests here," he then chuckled as he turned back to Sorisana, "So, tell me about your work, young author."

Nova Secta wrote:
“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?”
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Theonymphi and Aristeidis Chatzigeorgiou

With the amusing banter from Caitríona and Jessamyn, Theonymphi and Aristeidis shared delighted chuckles. This was a pair that they can watch and get along with well. Aristeidis nodded at the elaborations on the Sentinels, taking intrigue, while Theonymphi continued to snicker at the princess and bodyguard.

"This gala is a special occasion, one that requires not only the non-Demeatica benefactors, but also those of the Demetica," Theonymphi answered, "There are occasions like this that this country hosts, but they pale in comparison to this one. Not even the Stavroumis Gala can surpass this in terms of decorations and cost. Speaking of occasions, what special occasions have you or both of you attended in your country?"

Tilemachos Antonias & Kiriakos Michaelellis

"And we welcome them and the incoming ones with open arms," Tilemachos replied.

"Not to mention support," Kiriakos added, "As Pergamon is a fellow SEA member, we will lend a hand, regardless."

They both finished their water, and recycled their cups.

Thomas & Zacharoula Vasocpolou

The couple had a memory lapse for a while, looking at each other in confusion. They took one look back, and all of a sudden, it seemed like wrapping on a Christmas present was torn out in eager quickness.

"Oh, that's right," Thomas laughed as he puts a palm on his head, "Oh, why did we both forget!"

"Seems like our glasses are not the only things that were dusty," Zacharoula chuckled, "It's a been while, indeed, since our last visit. And sure, we can continue our conversation at the main lobby."

Taking on the offer of leading, Thomas and Zacaharoula inquired them about their present lives, passing by the statue of Seleucus V. As Pimen stared, Thomas noted his fixation, and walked up to him.

"Fun facts about Seleucus Megas. He's the Metiochid monarch that managed to expand his Empire's realm twicefold, and he also the one who achieved victory against the Northern Illyrian and Celtic tribes bordering them. And an interesting fellow at that."

Qian Yuhan & Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou

"I would be happy to answer that," a wide smile formed on Ira's face, "If you were a tourist here, I would recommend seeing the city premises first. They have a lot to offer, such as the tavernas, bars, and shops. I especially like going to the Komossos Quarter on my stay in Pergamon City. They have some of the best restaurants and shops there. Then, there's also the ruins of the port town of Stymphesmos. That I will also suggest to you to get going on a tour of Pergamon City."

"One of my favorite sites in the bustling city," Qian Yuhan, "I especially like the look of it, second only to the Ruins of Ancient Pergamon."

Ezhara wrote:Now thou art somebody whom I used to know...
They couldn't stop him. Or maybe they didn't want to, but Arthur le Fey had insisted on taking his lute along — normal enough for an Ezharan Idol — but it was only a few seconds in the car before he started strumming. Then singing. Whether the others' silence was one of horror, admiration, or humiliation was to be debated, as the other three had neither their ears nor eyes trained upon his performance, smooth even above the bumps and stops.
But it was a car full of Idols, all dressed for the occasion to the best that their performing spirit could be contained. There was Arthur, of course, who felt like a bard plucked from the medieval era and dressed in the vague promise of formality. Next to him, Siegr's gray-dyed head, with one edge flipped up to reveal red roots, slept on Nanna's shoulder, who was browsing her phone. Up front was Hanyuu, staring at the road ahead.
Nanna raised her head. "Arthur."
"One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness..."
"Arthur."

The bard cleared his throat. "By the gods, Nanna..." He shook his head. "Ah, beg your pardon, what was it you needed?"
"Tell me why you invited me and Siegr, of all people?" she said. "You know, the two least qualified Idols for appreciating fine art and history?"
"Least qualified! Hold your tongue, Nanna, you and your companion are most definitely qualified. Have you heard any other musician mix the beauty of an orchestra's sweeping strings with the intensity of an electric guit—"
"Och! Quiet down, bard." Siegr waved his arm and slapped Arthur's mouth. "Trying to sleep before we have to schmooze. Diplomacy... not my mercy..."

"Ah, Siegr dearest, I'm sure you'll find your heart in minutes when we get—"
"Mate, I'm a classically-trained musician, not a historian. We're just here because you asked us, and besides, maybe it's best you don't be left alone."
"I've little need of caretakers, but companions will do just fine." He turned to Hanyuu. "And you? To think Eiko would deny a romantic outing at the—"
The Suzuraigan turned back. "Um, Arthur," he said, "what do you mean by romantic?" There was a peculiar fear to it, and the other Idols shifted. Arthur fell silent, plucking at his lute, finding a rhythm. "Mhm, yes, a... an outing of any sort. A fellow like him that embodies a god, a prince, a lost younger brother, a warrior— ah, I'm sure they'll all find comforting memories had they gone. Yes, certainly. If only he could bear putting on a suit. But no matter, tis only us four."

A shining black limousine, adorned in metal-painted-gold to resemble flowing rivers further decorated in hundreds of rushes and reeds, pulled up alongside them. A window rolled down, and out peeked the tip of a sacred ibis's beak.
"You've got to be kidding me," Nanna said. "Unless some other eccentric loves to haul around a bird in a car made to resemble an afterlife..."
Siegr glanced at the window, which had now been fully rolled down, letting a forced, familiar smirk fill the darkness of the limousine. "Nanna, we've both been working together long enough to know that nobody's gonna leave you alone."
"Would make it easier if they would..." She shut her eyes and turned away.

Both vehicles made their unceremonious halt in front of the museum, and out came Nanna's group. Hanyuu headed them, and Nanna ran out with Siegr's arm in her hand.
"Let's get out befo—"
"God, Nanna slow down..."
And immediately came the sound of the lute. A silenced curse.
"Arise—"
"For fu—"

Siegr whirled forward and grabbed her, pulling her aside. "Good God, woman, calm down a moment and just let them die for a bit, eh? 'Sides, looks like Satis has half the mind enough to get them to stop, see?"
She sighed and looked back at the group, where Arthur's lute had long since been silenced, where a sacred ibis's baleful gaze took in the site, where a woman in a dress like champagne was pulling down another woman's arm, which held a black cane, speckled with green stars and blue scarabs soaring in the night sky.
"Servants of AARU..." Nanna muttered. "Always going to make that entrance, isn't she?"
"Well, we've all got our eccentricities, don't we? Just that Ezhara doesn't bully folks for it, so we all keep it. Sure was the same with you..."

"And for some of us," Hanyuu said, "it's their only comfort."
Nanna looked aside. "Most of us, really."
Even then, she probably seemed like one of the most well-adjusted Idol or Talent out there, or at least, seemed the least interesting, and she'd always felt that way. Music was her life, of course, away from the restrictions of home. It was her escape. But it wasn't a devotion, it didn't heed her every attention like Twtw, one of the AARU members in front of her, who was dancing just slightly enough that, to most, it'd just be fidgeting.
It just made her feel like she belonged. Not with Siegr, but just with a community in general, somewhere that didn't look down on her, somewhere that tempered the flame burning bright in her heart from a spirit of rebellion to one of passion.

"We should go in before someone thinks we're a part of AARU."
"No way, Nanna," Siege said, taking her hand before she stepped in front of him and took his. "Hunh... That's one way to do it."
She smiled. "Since when has it been different?"
"Since you guys didn't know each other," Hanyuu said.
"So back when I was a little girl fighting with my parents? Sure, Hanyuu, sure." She laughed, and the three of them headed into the museum's main room.

Salvage the Space, Shatter the Sky, Swallow the Sea, Spurn the Sleep, Save the Soul

"Kebechet, let's hold on the eccentricities." The champagne-dressed woman held onto her companion's arm. "Just have a normal night."
She cleared her throat and set her cane down. "Very... very well, Satis. Renenūtet, might you—"
Beside her, a man with pale hair was already shooing the sacred ibis back in. "Already got i— akh!"
A noble, dark-skinned woman had struck him lightly on the head. "Shai, what have we told you about taking our tasks?"
"Not to... not to dominate, of course, but, well, I was next—"
The dancing man slid next to him. "Best not fall into old habits, Shai."

All in all, they felt like theater kids and spoke like a theater troupe, but what was less deniable, less fictitious was the pervasive ethereal sense about them, like they truly were from another world, or at least from humanity's dreams. Glimmers of the past, of incomplete desires and unwanted mistakes, wandered around them, especially around the princess-like woman with the cane; she embodied all of the tender, holy grief of a graveyard.
"No matter," Kebechet said, holding her cane aloft. "AARU, let us go forward to this brilliant celebration."
The two men looked at each other. "Bar?" Shai said.
"Hmm. Could go for it."
They excused themselves while the three women headed to the gala's main hall.

Andromachi Karapatakis (a.k.a., Volectra)

Andromachi noticed the fashion of the Ezharan delegation, and cannot help but feel captivated at the sight. She was already wearing spiked, futuristic headphones and red-colored futuristic sunglasses that made her an odd guest, and upon sighting them, Andromachi felt more confident in preserving her choice of headgear. She walks up to them calmly, and greets several of them with welcome and admiration.

"Hello, and might I say, you all look fabulous tonight," Andromachi complemented, "Name's Andromachi Karapatakis, also known by my streaming name 'Volectra.' What's your guys' specialties, if I may ask?"

by **Diarcesia** » Sat Dec 31, 2022 10:56 am

Seleucid Pergamon wrote:
Diarcesia wrote:"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.

Thomas & Zacharoula Vasocpolou

The couple had a memory lapse for a while, looking at each other in confusion. They took one look back, and all of a sudden, it seemed like wrapping on a Christmas present was torn out in eager quickness.

"Oh, that's right," Thomas laughed as he puts a palm on his head, "Oh, why did we both forget!"

"Seems like our glasses are not the only things that were dusty," Zacharoula chuckled, "It's a been while, indeed, since our last visit. And sure, we can continue our conversation at the main lobby."

Taking on the offer of leading, Thomas and Zacaharoula inquired them about their present lives, passing by the statue of Seleucus V. As Pimen stared, Thomas noted his fixation, and walked up to him.

"Fun facts about Seleucus Megas. He's the Metiochid monarch that managed to expand his Empire's realm twicefold, and he also the one who achieved victory against the Northern Illyrian and Celtic tribes bordering them. And an interesting fellow at that."

When Thomas began explaining the accomplishments of Seleucus Megas, Pimen nodded in affirmation. "That's quite impressive. It's amazing how he managed to accomplish that in a single lifetime." He gestured towards Antioch with his chin as he spoke, before continuing: "You must have seen some remarkable things in your travels around the world, Antioch. Anything you'd like to share?"

Antioch had been listening in the background. He, too, was a lover of history and culture. Unlike Pimen, however, he could be more succinct in his historical accounts. As Thomas finished speaking and Pimen posed his question to him, he took a deep breath before answering: "I have indeed seen many things as I explored the corners of the Metiochid Empire." He looked at Seleucus V's statue once more before continuing: "My duties as Diarcesia's apostle to the Pergamonians has made it possible for me to visit many places where I get to work together with the government and their projects." He turned around to face Pimen. "I have also had the opportunity to meet many wonderful people like yourselves."

Pimen acknowledged the compliment. He understood what he was getting at, but still felt that there was more that he could say. "Antioch," he began, looking into his eyes while putting a hand on his shoulder and staring him in the eye, "no matter where you go or who you meet, I know deep inside of your heart you will always remember us as friends." He kindly replied, hugging and patting the apostle's back with both hands.

"You know me so well," Antioch reacted to the archon's sudden actions. "To think of it now after all these years... I am truly grateful for our friendship!" And turning to Thomas and Zacaharoula, who were watching the scene, he added, "I'm sure that you too have made many friends from Diarcesia, just like me!"

by **Abetton** » Sat Dec 31, 2022 11:46 am

Seleucid Pergamon wrote:Neofytos Nassakis

Turning to Sorisana, he could tell that she looked really young. The height would be enough, but that was only superficial compared to the face and personality. Nevertheless and altogether, it was a pleasure observing that such a young author as herself is taking initiative to expand her sales here. He had many young authors come to his office to make their works known, and it was a pleasure to fulfill their aspirations to the best of his ability.

"And by the blessing of Dionysus, my help is placed on the table, Ms. Valbalar," he smiled.

Neofytos then turned to Aurelia, who introduced herself next. He bowed upon hearing her occupation, then took the hand of the Kyrenaian princess.

"A pleasure to meet you, Princess," he greeted, "And hey, at least your name is shorter than some of the guests here," he then chuckled as he turned back to Sorisana, "So, tell me about your work, young author."

For some reason I giggled a bit at that little joke, her name being short, yeah it was but her full title was still quite wordy! But nonetheless Princess Aurelia was proving to be quite a nice person. But it was my turn, well it was now or never to overcome my shyness and to take Aurelia's words to heart and stand proud of my work. Come on, Sori, I motivated myself, Worse case scenario he's not interested and that'll be that, you have nothing and nobody to prove. inhaling and exhaling "Glad you asked. Well I have two book series currently running at the same time..." I reached for my phone, another boost of confidence, Dani's call earlier still resonated with me. Realizing I left a gap of silence I quickly pivoted to bring up their listings on my publisher's website "First off there's Small Witch Scholarly , my intent is to write it so all ages can enjoy it but it seems to have a strong pull with children. Not that I'm complaining, it's great kids really enjoy it. Five books in and counting. They're pretty light as you might imagine to have published so many in a short time. Anyway, it's about a trio of little witch girls. The main character is Aurae Pallar, she's rather clumsy and not the greatest at her magic but she's got a big heart. They were supposed to go to witch school but Aure foolishly broke a taboo resulting in her being expelled from school now they're on an adventure to find the Majestic Witch to be reinstated. Now there's my other, Tales of The Elfenryden Kingdom. This is more your traditional high-fantasy setting, sword, sorcery and the likes. I don't have one singular plot thread but it does have common characters each book and chapter follows. With such a big world to explore, I just didn't feel like tying myself to one character all the time. But the basic concept is, I follow a group of warriors as they travel and accept quests from the guild and I follow the nobility of the Kingdom in their adventures. It skews older than Small Witch does, more teens my age and older like it, also fine with me. That's the jist of it all." I trailed off. I had confidence but I'd be lying if my poor heart wasn't beating like a jackrabbit right about now. My work is personal to me, I guess it's like they're my precious children or my best friends. Then again, I have few friends and no children.... "So what do you think, you might be interested in picking them up for release here?"

by **Saterun** » Tue Jan 03, 2023 7:23 pm

Selim refocused his gaze once the Pinelander representative started to reply. "I can't say I have, your great benevolence. Ahh, but if he's even half as good-looking as yours truly I'll be sure to spot him," she said. Selim certainly did not miss the wink. Whether she was purposefully flattering him he did not know, but he had worked in politics just long enough to let it roll over his head. Ms. Lindhal continued. "As for this "spectacle", as it was, it's certainly extravagant. You'd be lucky to spot something so formal and daresay; majestic within my own lands. For a country which prides itself on it's festivities and celebrations what there is a lack of is black-tie events. Leave the posh decorum to those bourgeoise countries that actually care about it, hmm?" She accentuated with a small laugh at the end. Selim smiled back.

"Yes, well, Saterun would certainly fit that description. My father, Burak, cares deeply about Saterun tradition and history. I prefer to look forward, on the other hand." Although the conversation was in no way tense, Selim hoped to build even a fraction of familiarity with his acquaintance. Democratic governments tended to, at the very least, want to be associated with progress. And Selim wasn't lying about thinking of the future. He already had two reforms, about citizenship and court processes, ready to be signed into action as soon as he got home.

"I certainly must say, Representative, that you seem well practiced in conversation. Do you frequent events like this often, or are you simply the kind of person who it is easy to talk to?"

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Wed Jan 04, 2023 4:24 pm

"Are you sure either of you don't work for the tourism ministry or it's called here?" he joked. "The ruins sound good, we have our own back home. I think the capital and...some cities more in the north have nice intact structures. My fief has ruins too, I almost forgot." he smacked his forehead "It's quartered off but on a cliff there's what I think used to be a temple. Some of the houses actually do date back pretty far. Wouldn't date them to the Romans."

"I would love stare at a pile of bricks all day too," Margot spoke "But would any of the exhibits here be open for us? It is a museum no?" Margot wasn't too much of a history buffm=, neither was Constantino for that matter, but she enjoyed museums. Gazing at pieces of the past, other than ruined buildings, was intriguing. Art museums were her favorite though.

by **Dayganistan** » Sat Jan 07, 2023 6:30 pm

"Excuse me, President, but allow me to introduce myself. I am Haji al-Abbas, Emir of the State of Marebrook, in the Sultanate of Saterun. It is nice to meet another world leader that shares similar beliefs to mine."

An Emir. Interesting. President Zahir thought as she heard the man's voice. It couldn't hurt to meet another leader, especially one who might be somewhat culturally similar. He certainly did look like someone who could be from her own country, but if she had to guess he was more likely not of Persian or Turkic heritage like most in her country. "Selam, Emir Haji. I'm sure we do share some similar beliefs but you'll find I'm not an overly religious person." She responded before taking another sip of her drink. "How rude of me not to introduce myself, President Aryana Zahir of Dayganistan. And what brings you to this event?"

by **Seleucid Pergamon** » Mon Jan 09, 2023 10:21 pm

(Part 2 of Previous Response)

Dimitroula & Nikolas Vasocpolou

Dimi's eyes brightened upon hearing of the shared occupation. She had conversed with royals before when her family visited alongside a delegation that involved a certain politician or a member of the Royal Family. Upon dialogues, she often held a gleeful expression in her eyes, like that of when being around her friends, a sign of her appreciation for nobles of high position.

"Still, it's still cool to be royals and we are happy that you both are here," Dimi complimented while Nikolas stood still, "Your eldest brother won't have the luxury of enjoying the essence of being in a foreign country like ours, that's for sure! So, where do you girls want to go? I'm getting bored just standing here. We could take a look at some museum pieces and artifacts."

"I wouldn't mind that. I'd like to have some silence before the meat of the event occurs," replied Nikolas who was checking his game on his phone.

"For your virtual girlfriends, of course," Dimi teased, to which Nickolas jeered.

Christodoulos & Natassa Chatzigeorgiou

Both Christodoulos and Natassa looked at each other and gave a quiet snicker from their calm, incredulous visages. Especially, with the Imperial Prince's question of them being around here.

"Of course, we are from around here, in this country, Your Highness. Otherwise, what's the use of our names and this accent when replying to you in English," Christodoulos replied and chuckled. Natassa only gave a silent smile. She remembered that her husband's responses can get a little too aggressive.

"But, indeed, we certainly are from around this city, residing in Salasina, which is a city south of here," Natassa interjected, "We have close family here that run or are employed in banks and other companies that have good reputations in the entire country. And do not worry, Your Highness. As a nation proud of our welcoming hospitality, we will do whatever to make you and your fellow diplomat enjoy your temporary residence here. And speaking of ancient Greek buildings, trust me, tourists would do anything to get their photographs of the ancient sites in and around here, or any of the nations that were once under the rule of the Metiochids."

"And don't remind me of that one story with that group of careless college students on their graduation party that got injured tumbling down the steps of Old Pergamon's amphiteatre," Christodoulos remarked.

Janggok Da & Aristarchos Chaconalli

Da emitted a chuckle, leaning his head down in a seemingly poor attempt at concealing it. Aristarchos held a different reaction, keeping a straight face at Alfred's boastfulness. This guest certainly had words that inflated the pride of his nation. It sounded as though he were asserting his dominance over a seemingly defenseless people.

"Indeed, Phibeta has an admirable history as you say," Da replied, "But, however, the Metiochids have instilled a greater historical and cultural legacy from their conquests and rule. Our artifacts stored in this museum and other museums we own are the byproduct of syncretism between Greek and non-Greek cultures, a collective mark that the aura of legacy still radiates on. Not to mention that we made our mark on other religions and traditions of the West and Orientel cultures like mine. All of these, the peoples of the once great ancient empire are certainly proud of. And let's not forget about the Metiochid dynasty, that, although long gone from power, still has lines of descendants that history still records, including the one I, my family, and my clan are progenies of. Our original house has left and continues to leave its mark on its earth, way longer than that of your house, Your Highness, and your proud nation cannot erase that, because it is a source of inspiration for your countrymen."

Aristarchos looked on, lifting his smirk towards the right cheek. He fidgeted with fingers from both hands locked together behind his back, as if giving him energy to ponder about Alfred's response.

Alexandra Koldaki

Another voice came into their social bubble, yet Alexandra could not help but feel a bit startled. Thankfully, the dress was not stained. She observed the newcomer greeting her newfound friend, and introduced himself as a another man of significance. After President Zahir got her introduction out of the way, it was her turn to express some words.

"Hey, don't forget about me now," she laughed, "Alexandra Koldaki, Your Highness, and proud practitioner of the Pergamonic Orthodox Faith. Hopefully, the travel wasn't too much of a fatigue."

Nova's Spotify · by **Nova Secta** » Tue Jan 10, 2023 11:08 am

Before Caitríona could respond to Theonymphi, the Knight-Captain answered for her; "the Princess of Artica is known sometimes as the 'Invalid Princess' back home, because she never goes to any major events. The poor soul barely leaves the estate except for her official duties with her charity."

"Now that's not true, I attended Bacchanalia last year!" Caitríona protested loudly, mock-slapping at the shoulder of Jessamyn. "And we will be attending Saturnalia in Imperia once this Gala is completed. I get out and go places, you know; I don't know how I get stuck with these sorts of labels!"

The Knight-Captain shook her head, undoubtedly aware that Caitríona herself must know that by Saescian royal standards, she was barely a blip on the radar at social functions and philanthropic ventures, something that would one day change when she assumed the throne. "Of course, ma'am."

With Jessamyn apparently silenced for the moment, the Princess of Artica turned back to address Theonymphi properly. "Saescia lacks much of the splendor that we see around us here; we have our monuments and our charm of course, but nothing so extravagant as this event, not by a long shot."

"It is a most impressive set-up," Longstreet chimed in from behind her, echoing the sentiments. "Of all my diplomatic duties as part of the Royal Sentinels, I can hardly ever remember attending a more extravagant function as this. It must have cost a small fortune to put this gala event together!"

"Quite so, from the look of it," Caitríona replied. She then turned to Aristeidis with girlish charm and smiled: "So tell me a little about yourself and your sister, Mr. Chatzigeorgiou; I am quite eager to make your acquaintance and learn more about yourselves, seeing how gracious you have been towards me.

by **Katase** » Wed Jan 11, 2023 10:40 am

Seleucid Pergamon wrote:Dimitroula & Nikolas Vasocpolou

Dimi's eyes brightened upon hearing of the shared occupation. She had conversed with royals before when her family visited alongside a delegation that involved a certain politician or a member of the Royal Family. Upon dialogues, she often held a gleeful expression in her eyes, like that of when being around her friends, a sign of her appreciation for nobles of high position.

"Still, it's still cool to be royals and we are happy that you both are here," Dimi complimented while Nikolas stood still, "Your eldest brother won't have the luxury of enjoying the essence of being in a foreign country like ours, that's for sure! So, where do you girls want to go? I'm getting bored just standing here. We could take a look at some museum pieces and artifacts."

"I wouldn't mind that. I'd like to have some silence before the meat of the event occurs," replied Nikolas who was checking his game on his phone.

"For your virtual girlfriends, of course," Dimi teased, to which Nickolas jeered.

"Well...." Momiji puffed her cheeks a bit and her eyes kinda wandered "I guess it's good to be here too, especially with my sister."

"Hehe the two of us are pretty close, even though we have other siblings, our brother we mentioned and a younger sister and younger brother, somehow we're just like glue the two of us. Looking around would be nice, maybe you'd like to show us some exhibits? I'm sure we'll learn more about the nation's history here." Dimi's teasing made the sisters giggle as well. "Well yeah, lead the way, if you'd please."

by **The Pinelands** » Thu Jan 12, 2023 8:44 am

Emilie Lindahl | Residential Representative

Saterun wrote:
Selim refocused his gaze once the Pinelander representative started to reply. "I can't say I have, your great benevolence. Ahh, but if he's even half as good-looking as yours truly I'll be sure to spot him," she said. Selim certainly did not miss the wink. Whether she was purposefully flattering him he did not know, but he had worked in politics just long enough to let it roll over his head. Ms. Lindhal continued. "As for this "spectacle", as it was, it's certainly extravagant. You'd be lucky to spot something so formal and daresay; majestic within my own lands. For a country which prides itself on it's festivities and celebrations what there is a lack of is black-tie events. Leave the posh decorum to those bourgeoise countries that actually care about it, hmm?" She accentuated with a small laugh at the end. Selim smiled back.

"Yes, well, Saterun would certainly fit that description. My father, Burak, cares deeply about Saterun tradition and history. I prefer to look forward, on the other hand." Although the conversation was in no way tense, Selim hoped to build even a fraction of familiarity with his acquaintance. Democratic governments tended to, at the very least, want to be associated with progress. And Selim wasn't lying about thinking of the future. He already had two reforms, about citizenship and court processes, ready to be signed into action as soon as he got home.

"I certainly must say, Representative, that you seem well practiced in conversation. Do you frequent events like this often, or are you simply the kind of person who it is easy to talk to?"

Emilie wouldn't have even been thinking to respond directly to her current counterpart in reference to "Saterun" and his attitude towards his own nation. She had a mind to think that what had been said was simply to butter himself and his country up in front of herself, whether true, exaggerated or fabricated, though it must be made clear; she hardly took offence to it. Rather, the Resident Representative was moreso apathetic in attitude to what was said, so with exception to a mute nod no reaction was given.
That didn't last, though. The Sultan moved onward with his topic of conversation, directing it directly toward Emilie and asking her:

Sultan Selim Marja: "I certainly must say, Representative, that you seem well practiced in conversation. Do you frequent events like this often, or are you simply the kind of person who it is easy to talk to?"

This question caused her to laugh slightly, though politely. In truth, though she personally doesn't hold any sort of animosity or hesitation towards participating in official events of such high stature like this, what did was the country she hails from itself. It's an expected tale; one of a Socialist nation holding prejudice and thus distrust of the more capitalistic nations of their world that as a byproduct causes the overall country to lock itself into it's own "bubble" away from interacting with other areas of the world out of ideological and to them; morally inclined distrust... Now that's not to say the Pinelands is a Hermit Kingdom of a country like the DPRK or even China during it's earlier years, in fact on a less formal level the country sees lots of interaction with the rest of the world, and it's not to say that this Council Socialist nation had absolutely no drive to present itself internationally, but because of the factors mentioned, what it doesn't do is send representatives out to participate in formal events internationally unless it was absolutely necessary.

Emilie herself was only half-officially here, if that makes a lick of sense. She had been pressured by her colleagues up to the Foreign Affairs Minister himself to take herself to the ancient Hellenic city for it's black-tie event, which in her mind she accepted with a "ah, to hell with it, sure" kind of attitude. But let's just say that if she refused to do so, she wouldn't have been reprimanded either.
She tried to summarise all of this in a casual way to Selim in her response, which went as followed:

Emilie Lindahl: "Oh no no, I don't often do this sort of thing, your benevolence. Though that's less out of my own choice and more out of the choice of the Pinelands as a whole. Safe to say, the general climate here doesn't really see a need to interact that much with those "morally inferior" countries which would "see their populace burdened with the evils of monarchy and capitalism" and whatever else you can think of."

She laughed heartily but not at all in a loud manner after the fact. It should be obvious to all that the Resident Representative isn't taking this awfully seriously

Emilie Lindahl: "Granted, we're no Hermit Kingdom, and the general feeling of everyone from where I come from follows a general logic of "it's not in our place to judge other places for what they are and what they do"... Still though, prejudices exist.

So, I don't attend many events like this less out of my own uncaring to do so and more out of an institutional uncaring to do so. I've always been a bit of a social butterfly though, or so I have been told, so these type of things hardly phase me. After all, it's better to just get on with it and enjoy what's in front of you than burden your mind with thoughts of unconfidence and all of that."

After that address, a small, somewhat teasing smile became present on her face for a moment as Emilie looked around the lobby of the museum as if searching for something... Or someone. Though after a moment, she'd give up and put her sights back on the Sultan, and with a sideways motion that meant little to nothing realistically, she jokingly finished with:

Emilie Lindahl: "Besides, Vuoražas Hámman can hardly let our only representation within Pergamon be from some Joik Singer who's here just for her own sake, right?"

by **Ezhara** » Sun Jan 15, 2023 3:42 am

Main Lobby
With Siegr's grin that only faintly held back his chaos and her own resting scowl, Nanna expected to make her way quite simply to the main lobby. At most, maybe Hanyuu would be pulled aside since he was a better conversation than her or Siegr, talking on things like his love for animals. Those sorts of cliches. Arthur, though? Maybe she ought to keep him a bit farther away — even here, far ahead of him, she could hear the soft strums of his lute, the notes wandering through the old halls, a foreign ancient sound mixing and mingling with the hallowed history of their hosts.
Not hatred, of course. Just a bit of secondhand embarrassment that she'd rather spare for a few minutes.
Despite her near-run of a walk, the lute drew closer.

And closer.
She picked up her pace, and closer still it drew.
By the time Andromachi had approached, the Ezharans had lumped together into one group, with Nanna and Siegr bringing the front, Hanyuu beside them, and then Arthur and AARU, but why was she the leader? Was it just because she was ahead of them and they wanted to bind to someone who was familiar, who felt more grounded? The only other leader there, after all, fancied herself a psychopomp.
No harm in taking the lead, right?

Seleucid Pergamon wrote:Andromachi noticed the fashion of the Ezharan delegation...

Nanna tried to smile as Volcetra spoke, but it came off as a violent twitch, because of course she had to be found while lumped with the rest of them. So, Siegr gently pulled her aside with his own sheepish grin. Not out of view, but enough to be noticeable and enough to further expose Arthur and his continual lute-playing to the newcomer.
"Specialties is one way to ask it," Siegr muttered to himself.
Hanyuu gave a slight bow. "Most of us are Idols," Hanyuu said. "Singers, although these two—" He pointed to Nanna and Siegr — "make their own music. A classical rock mix."
"You say it like you don't make your own, too, Hanyuu." Siegr pointed a thumb at him. "Synth-pop with a mix of traditional instruments thrown in. Much better heard than described, of course. And you said you're a streamer? Funny thing, we've an Idol coworker who's also a streamer. Sun-Sin, except she uses a model to keep herself anonymous. Vtuber, I think she called it."
"Good god, Siegr," Nanna said. "You sound like an old man."

By now, AARU and Arthur had drawn close.
"Ho," Arthur muttered, "our first guest." He stepped forward, and Nanna and Siegr slipped behind him as he looked over Volcetra. "Quite a curious thing to have the future and the past mingling together like this, although of course, it's no trouble at all. As for your question, I fancy myself a bard, a teller and poet of things long past. I'd offer to play a piece, but I believe my dreamer companions are just as excited."
With that, he gestured to AARU, to their ethereal grace as they drew forward to the gentle plink of Kebechet's cane.
"We," she said, as the rest of her companions gave a quick bow of their own, " are AARU. The bard's description was apt. From sea to sky to sleep to space to soul, we carry the most improbable of dreams." She smiled.
Renenūtet came up behind her. "But we all just make pop music, maybe worldbeat if you're generous, since it's usually the instruments and lyrics that are maybe half as eccentric as Kebechet here." She laughed a deep, confident laugh.

by **Saterun** » Thu Jan 19, 2023 9:34 pm

"The only fatiguing part of the journey was helping my friend put his tie on," The Emir joked. Suddenly, he realized something. The Prime Minister had referred to his as Your HIghness. They thought he was the leader of Saterun. He quickly put that straight. "Oh, I'm sorry if I mislead you. In Saterun, an Emir is the equvialent of a governer. I am no monarch, and would never wish to be one. Do you see the man in the headress, talking to the Pineland representative. That's him." Haji decided to recenter the conversation. "If I do say so myself, Prime Minister, this is quite the show. A beautiful setting. Do you happen to know when we can expect an open bar or dinner. I'm ravished, and forgot to check the schedule."

The Pinelands wrote:Emilie Lindahl | Residential Representative

Saterun wrote:[spoiler=Saterun -snip]

Emilie wouldn't have even been thinking to respond directly to her current counterpart in reference to "Saterun" and his attitude towards his own nation. She had a mind to think that what had been said was simply to butter himself and his country up in front of herself, whether true, exaggerated or fabricated, though it must be made clear; she hardly took offence to it. Rather, the Resident Representative was moreso apathetic in attitude to what was said, so with exception to a mute nod no reaction was given.
That didn't last, though. The Sultan moved onward with his topic of conversation, directing it directly toward Emilie and asking her:

Sultan Selim Marja: "I certainly must say, Representative, that you seem well practiced in conversation. Do you frequent events like this often, or are you simply the kind of person who it is easy to talk to?"

This question caused her to laugh slightly, though politely. In truth, though she personally doesn't hold any sort of animosity or hesitation towards participating in official events of such high stature like this, what did was the country she hails from itself. It's an expected tale; one of a Socialist nation holding prejudice and thus distrust of the more capitalistic nations of their world that as a byproduct causes the overall country to lock itself into it's own "bubble" away from interacting with other areas of the world out of ideological and to them; morally inclined distrust... Now that's not to say the Pinelands is a Hermit Kingdom of a country like the DPRK or even China during it's earlier years, in fact on a less formal level the country sees lots of interaction with the rest of the world, and it's not to say that this Council Socialist nation had absolutely no drive to present itself internationally, but because of the factors mentioned, what it doesn't do is send representatives out to participate in formal events internationally unless it was absolutely necessary.

Emilie herself was only half-officially here, if that makes a lick of sense. She had been pressured by her colleagues up to the Foreign Affairs Minister himself to take herself to the ancient Hellenic city for it's black-tie event, which in her mind she accepted with a "ah, to hell with it, sure" kind of attitude. But let's just say that if she refused to do so, she wouldn't have been reprimanded either.
She tried to summarise all of this in a casual way to Selim in her response, which went as followed:

Emilie Lindahl: "Oh no no, I don't often do this sort of thing, your benevolence. Though that's less out of my own choice and more out of the choice of the Pinelands as a whole. Safe to say, the general climate here doesn't really see a need to interact that much with those "morally inferior" countries which would "see their populace burdened with the evils of monarchy and capitalism" and whatever else you can think of."

She laughed heartily but not at all in a loud manner after the fact. It should be obvious to all that the Resident Representative isn't taking this awfully seriously

Emilie Lindahl: "Granted, we're no Hermit Kingdom, and the general feeling of everyone from where I come from follows a general logic of "it's not in our place to judge other places for what they are and what they do"... Still though, prejudices exist.

So, I don't attend many events like this less out of my own uncaring to do so and more out of an institutional uncaring to do so. I've always been a bit of a social butterfly though, or so I have been told, so these type of things hardly phase me. After all, it's better to just get on with it and enjoy what's in front of you than burden your mind with thoughts of unconfidence and all of that."

After that address, a small, somewhat teasing smile became present on her face for a moment as Emilie looked around the lobby of the museum as if searching for something... Or someone. Though after a moment, she'd give up and put her sights back on the Sultan, and with a sideways motion that meant little to nothing realistically, she jokingly finished with:

Emilie Lindahl: "Besides, Vuoražas Hámman can hardly let our only representation within Pergamon be from some Joik Singer who's here just for her own sake, right?"

"Yes, well, it helps to have someone here who knows what they're doing, and who's not just here for entertainment and publicity. That is, after all, the reason Haji is here. Excuse me, I meant my Emir, as his official title is. He seems to be over at the other side of the bar. I'm starting to get rather parched myself, in fact. Hopefully I can something to drink. There also seems to be a few foriegn dignitaries that I should probably intoduce myself to. Care to come with?

by **Seleucid Pergamon** » Sat Jan 21, 2023 4:49 am

Thomas & Zacharoula Vasocpolou

Standing together, Thomas and Zacharoula let their smiles form. During their time in Diarcesia, the couple managed to befriend contemporaries on their trip with the delegation. Both can recall the moment they first met Pimen and Antioch, and to see this camaraderie displayed between the two again, they hoped to have another unwinding mingling like the last time, except the excessive consumption of wine.

"Oh, definitely," Thomas replied, "There are several bankers and politicians that we have formed friendships with. Even one of the bankers that calls us frequently and has quite the enthusiasm. Do you remember, Zacharoula?"

Zacharoula laughed and reminisced. The attitude certainly made her relive for a while.

"He was a great entertainer, and hosts some of the most fun parties I have ever witnessed," she answered, "But, of course, they can never beat you two," she chuckled, "Anyways, Mr. Antioch, you said that you have explored corners of the Metiochid Empire. Given the theme of this gala, where in its former territories did you visit? Mesopotamia, Tocharia, Tangut, Oman, Magyaria? Speaking of which, we and our family visited the ruins of Seleucia on the Istros in Magyaria. Probably, one of my favorite ancient Metiochid ruins there."

Abetton wrote:For some reason I giggled a bit at that little joke, her name being short, yeah it was but her full title was still quite wordy! But nonetheless Princess Aurelia was proving to be quite a nice person. But it was my turn, well it was now or never to overcome my shyness and to take Aurelia's words to heart and stand proud of my work. Come on, Sori, I motivated myself, Worse case scenario he's not interested and that'll be that, you have nothing and nobody to prove. inhaling and exhaling "Glad you asked. Well I have two book series currently running at the same time..." I reached for my phone, another boost of confidence, Dani's call earlier still resonated with me. Realizing I left a gap of silence I quickly pivoted to bring up their listings on my publisher's website "First off there's Small Witch Scholarly , my intent is to write it so all ages can enjoy it but it seems to have a strong pull with children. Not that I'm complaining, it's great kids really enjoy it. Five books in and counting. They're pretty light as you might imagine to have published so many in a short time. Anyway, it's about a trio of little witch girls. The main character is Aurae Pallar, she's rather clumsy and not the greatest at her magic but she's got a big heart. They were supposed to go to witch school but Aure foolishly broke a taboo resulting in her being expelled from school now they're on an adventure to find the Majestic Witch to be reinstated. Now there's my other, Tales of The Elfenryden Kingdom. This is more your traditional high-fantasy setting, sword, sorcery and the likes. I don't have one singular plot thread but it does have common characters each book and chapter follows. With such a big world to explore, I just didn't feel like tying myself to one character all the time. But the basic concept is, I follow a group of warriors as they travel and accept quests from the guild and I follow the nobility of the Kingdom in their adventures. It skews older than Small Witch does, more teens my age and older like it, also fine with me. That's the jist of it all." I trailed off. I had confidence but I'd be lying if my poor heart wasn't beating like a jackrabbit right about now. My work is personal to me, I guess it's like they're my precious children or my best friends. Then again, I have few friends and no children.... "So what do you think, you might be interested in picking them up for release here?"

Neofytos Nassakis

The imagination in his mind worked out like clockwork as he processed the synopses of the two book series. Neofytos narrowed his eyes and put his hand shaped in a loose fist on his mouth, as if to prevent any external forces from perturbing the smooth stream of images. He nodded, keeping the same stare like that of nonchalance with a hint of snobbery. Little did she notice that a smile formed, accompanied by hums of acknowledgement. The hums were not one of condemnation, but of keen interest. Once she asked if he was interested, a bigger grin formed.

"I like the sound of them all," Neofytos replied, "A trio of little sorceresses and a band of warriors partaking adventures from their guild? Both make me want to go on an arduous adventure already! You can send me copies of these books at a time of your choosing, little missy. I'll give them a read when I'm back at the office."

He then observed the hall.

"By the way, you're not the only one from your country attending this event, or...?"

Qian Yuhan & Ira Calliope Procopiopoulou

Both chuckled at the witty question put forward by Constantino. The thought of them serving in the tourism industry sounded both amusing and fitting. With their elaborations striking an impression, they could be made into stellar employees in that field of work.

"Here, it's called the Department of Tourism," Ira replied, still chuckling, "But, however, I have a better job. Field archaeologist. That means I get to participate in excavations situated in a far-off country. And that is more adventurous."

"I believe that only the exhibits on this floor are open to the guests at this hour. They deal with artifacts and history regarding ancient Pergamon and the War of the Skyric League. And might I say, the dioramas in the middle of the rooms look absolutely fantastic. You can gaze at them for hours, and you wouldn't notice that much time has already passed," replied Qian Yuhan.

"The Museum has done much to produce them with meticulous detail and historical accuracy. To be honest, I'm really impressed. Maybe I should have this as a project to torture my students," Ira jested.

"Are you both interested in visiting one or both of these exhibits right now? We still have some time before they call us in," Yuhan asked.

Theonymphi and Aristeidis Chatzigeorgiou

A glance was shared between both siblings once Caitríona turned her eyes to Aristeidis. Theonymphi raised an eyebrow, and he knew the upcoming future without one second given to a doubt. He gave off a slight chuckle from his closed mouth, shook his head, and cleared his mouth. With the Saescian Princess locked in intrigue, he was about to give her and her fellow Sentinel a verbal ride.

"I am the president of a private security company, and our company serves our clients with security ranging from physical to cyber," he recounted, "Not to mention, my company is one of the highly recommended. Aside from that, going back in time, I was a soldier, and I observed service in Mauretania and Western Vadimalasca. Our parents disliked the idea of me serving in the military, but Theonymphi and I managed to convince them enough. After that, I went to university to get my bachelor's and master's in Business Administration to form the company I mentioned."

He turned to his sister.

"Now, my sister here," he pointed with the palm of his right hand, "she knows what perfumes are best for me, every time. She is the Chief Marketing Officer of Dionissia Aromatics, and they make one of the best perfumes in the country. Me and my family get free perfume from her almost every time. Not only that, but she also designs dresses as a freelancer. One of her dresses was recently noticed by Cosmospolis magazine with great reviews. And trust me, if you see her present catalog, you will be raving."

"That's too much of a compliment, brother."

"But, it's true! They'll make any wearer feel like a model themselves."

"As you can see, he always finds my dresses captivating. I still don't like one of them in the catalog, though. Still needs some more work."

"And there goes Ms. Perfectionista."

"Hey, I need to ensure that these dresses look as captivating as ever, enough to get all eyes in this hall glancing," protested Theonymphi.

"So, that's that about us."

They both finish their water, and held on to their plastic cups for a while more.

Dimitroula & Nikolas Vasocpolou

"Then, follow me, my young companions," Dimi ordered as she swung her arm to the direction of the exhibits opposite them.

Dimi and Nikolas lead the pair of young princesses to the exhibit on ancient Pergamon, displaying a snippet of the nation's history comprising the first settlements to its status as a city-state. The exhibit cases displayed their artifacts proudly with a clean, fine glass, like servants of a palace welcoming distinguished visitors. Indeed, one can find fondness with their sight fixated. However, another set of cases present a creation that can get adults and children to stay long and stare. The exquisite dioramas of scenes relative to the exhibit's theme amplified the imaginative travel back in time. With its high quality production, one could see the people, weather, smoke and all as if they were actually playing out a excerpt of their story. This was something that would particularly capture the attention of the princesses.

"One of my favorite things about this Museum," Dimi indicated with a smile as she stared at the diorama of pre-Skyric League Pergamon, "So much put into this. The miniature people, the buildings, oxen, carts, everything. Sculpted, painted, and placed with precision and beauty. I could stare at these all day, as if I'm watching them play out their lives from above. It's amazing. Have you girls ever tried to make a diorama of something?"

Ezhara wrote:Main Lobby
With Siegr's grin that only faintly held back his chaos and her own resting scowl, Nanna expected to make her way quite simply to the main lobby. At most, maybe Hanyuu would be pulled aside since he was a better conversation than her or Siegr, talking on things like his love for animals. Those sorts of cliches. Arthur, though? Maybe she ought to keep him a bit farther away — even here, far ahead of him, she could hear the soft strums of his lute, the notes wandering through the old halls, a foreign ancient sound mixing and mingling with the hallowed history of their hosts.
Not hatred, of course. Just a bit of secondhand embarrassment that she'd rather spare for a few minutes.
Despite her near-run of a walk, the lute drew closer.

And closer.
She picked up her pace, and closer still it drew.
By the time Andromachi had approached, the Ezharans had lumped together into one group, with Nanna and Siegr bringing the front, Hanyuu beside them, and then Arthur and AARU, but why was she the leader? Was it just because she was ahead of them and they wanted to bind to someone who was familiar, who felt more grounded? The only other leader there, after all, fancied herself a psychopomp.
No harm in taking the lead, right?

Nanna tried to smile as Volcetra spoke, but it came off as a violent twitch, because of course she had to be found while lumped with the rest of them. So, Siegr gently pulled her aside with his own sheepish grin. Not out of view, but enough to be noticeable and enough to further expose Arthur and his continual lute-playing to the newcomer.
"Specialties is one way to ask it," Siegr muttered to himself.
Hanyuu gave a slight bow. "Most of us are Idols," Hanyuu said. "Singers, although these two—" He pointed to Nanna and Siegr — "make their own music. A classical rock mix."
"You say it like you don't make your own, too, Hanyuu." Siegr pointed a thumb at him. "Synth-pop with a mix of traditional instruments thrown in. Much better heard than described, of course. And you said you're a streamer? Funny thing, we've an Idol coworker who's also a streamer. Sun-Sin, except she uses a model to keep herself anonymous. Vtuber, I think she called it."
"Good god, Siegr," Nanna said. "You sound like an old man."

By now, AARU and Arthur had drawn close.
"Ho," Arthur muttered, "our first guest." He stepped forward, and Nanna and Siegr slipped behind him as he looked over Volcetra. "Quite a curious thing to have the future and the past mingling together like this, although of course, it's no trouble at all. As for your question, I fancy myself a bard, a teller and poet of things long past. I'd offer to play a piece, but I believe my dreamer companions are just as excited."
With that, he gestured to AARU, to their ethereal grace as they drew forward to the gentle plink of Kebechet's cane.
"We," she said, as the rest of her companions gave a quick bow of their own, " are AARU. The bard's description was apt. From sea to sky to sleep to space to soul, we carry the most improbable of dreams." She smiled.
Renenūtet came up behind her. "But we all just make pop music, maybe worldbeat if you're generous, since it's usually the instruments and lyrics that are maybe half as eccentric as Kebechet here." She laughed a deep, confident laugh.

Andromachi Karapatakis (a.k.a., Volectra)

Aside from greeting new people from the group, Volectra felt a surge of intrigue occupy her mind. Much came out of their replies, their professions evoking a smile on her countenance. Moreover, most, if not all, of them in this group were approachable and affable individuals. So much more to explore in this treasure trove of talent, and Volectra was eager to delve deeper.

'So many talented individuals! How exciting! And nice to know we have musicians that can potentially make the night more lively," she laughed, "I, myself, focus on psytrance, or psychedelic trance, which is a genre of trance music that evokes an exciting, otherworldly, and trippy imagination. Not something fitting for this kind of event, though. I also play the guitar, lyre, and sing. Speaking of VTubers, I know several that I have streamed with. One in particular that's my personal favorite is Sagotaura, whose model is a human female with traits of a Greek minotaur and Sumerian ram. She's shy sometimes, but enjoys interacting with others, and that's what I love about her."

She then eyed Arthur and his troupe.

"So...you fancy yourself a bard, as with the rest of you. And you mix the sounds of this instrument with modern instruments. Modern instruments like the electrical ones that are present in my genre of music?"

Alexandra Koldaki

Alexandra nodded at the correction. She thought it was peculiar that an Emir is basically a governor in his country. Nevertheless, it was something that can be passed. When she heard of the open bar and dinner from him, she could only sigh.

"Unfortunately, open bar commences at 6:15 PM and dinner afterwards, and both occur after the introduction of the Pergamonic and Levantine royal families, whom have yet to arrive still. So, we'll have to make use of water and several small treats like these feta cheese bread bites. They're actually really good, not going to lie," she answered.

Concerning the bites, they are also decorated with thyme, and came out later than the usual time. These were then served to the guests in the hall.

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