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by Nevamaa » Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:01 am
by Namor » Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:03 am
by Campenia and Lorania » Tue Jul 11, 2017 8:42 am
by Qianrong » Tue Jul 11, 2017 10:40 am
Namor wrote:He shuffled away and saw the Senrian Prime Minister, Hayato Nisimura, enter the Green Room. Antelope noticed this because he was the one who had invited Nisimura to attend the summit. The reasons were many - Senria enjoys fairly cordial relations with Cenba, and it is an economic powerhouse which renders its absence from the Esquarian Summit inconceivable. When the President-General was meeting with Foreign Ministry officials to select the right invitee, someone brought up inviting Senria to irritate the Tuthinans. It amazed Antelope how the Tuthinans were not as threatening to Namor as the neighboring Luziycans, but for some reason considered Namor to be a threat to their hegemony, even though the two countries are separated by a whole continent.
"Prime Minister Nisimura," he said, extending a hand, "It is nice to see you in the Esquarian Summit for the first time. I hope you enjoy your time here."
by Aucuria » Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:15 pm
Korizland wrote:8:34, July 10th
Liūčaris Manor
Grand Chancellor Colin WoodruffAucuria wrote:"Colin Woodruff, Grand Chancellor of Korizland," an aide whispered as the next delegate approached. We have two Colins at this summit? he thought to himself. Of all the names, Colin? Really? He shook the thoughts away and gave a diplomatic grin to the man who now approached.
"Welcome to Aucuria, Chancellor Woodruff," Uspelevičius said, holding out his hand. "I look forward to working with you at what will hopefully be a very productive summit."
"A pleasure, your excellency," Colin said as he took the other man's hand and firmly shook it. He posed a moment, facing out for pictures, and turned back to the man. "I should warn you my secretary is probably going to send your protocolist a very curt note. I would traditionally be addressed by my estate instead of my name, though in truth 'Chancellor Westerby' sounds a little ridiculous to me." He smiled for another few pictures, then released his grip on the other man's hand. "I'll see you inside."
Montecara wrote:Delegates had been arriving for over an hour, but there were still a few left to arrive, and one was about to appear now. A black car rolled to a stop, and a nude pump appeared from beneath its rear door.
Odeta Luciàn, Secretary of State of Montecara, stepped out onto the cobbles, her heels clicking as she strode toward President Uspelevičius. She wore a tailored light blue jacket and trousers with gold jewelry – stylish, but understated and professional. Of course, as a Montecaran, she had a reputation for clothes to uphold and a domestic fashion industry to pay homage to.
She immediately put on a winning smile. In reality, it wasn’t a terrible hardship to be greeted by Pantà, as she had nicknamed him, half out of affection and half because of his inscrutable birth name. She approached him and touched his shoulders as they exchanged two kisses, the obligatory Latin custom.
“It’s so good to see you again, Mr. President. We really shouldn’t go so long between visits,” she said with a laugh. “This is an event that I’ve been looking forward to all year. It’s so lovely of you and your nation to be our hosts.”
She paused for a moment to steal a quick glance toward the manor house. It was good to be at least a bit on the lookout at events like this, if only because national leaders could be so strangely thin-skinned. There were some sharks in the water – the Teutons and Ankorenis, to name a few – but Montecara had enough friends in attendance to have real hopes for the Summit.
“I have to say that it’s brave of you as well,” she added with a smile. "Concord can be so elusive. Please don't hesitate to let me know if my government can be of help in any way."
Montecara wrote:Everàrd Torsièl had no interest in being this late – he was already on his third coffee of the day by 7:30 – but his staff was, as usual, disappointing him.
He believed in the Community with zeal, but he also knew what a bureaucratic beast it could be, how the organization that he had inherited could be a feather-bed for the lazy who’d been promoted past their level of competence. It was usually easier and cheaper for national governments to send their B-listers to the Community civil service rather than keeping them at home, and despite over a year’s effort in trying to cut out this dead wood, it still had a tendency to catch fire at the most inopportune moments.
His Secretariat staff in Vlud, Vyvland were supposed to have a dossier prepared for him when he flew out last night, but the document hadn’t been prepared in time. Disappointing, he said, but it had better be ready by 6:30 tomorrow. The email finally came through at 8:45, and after some frantic printing at the hotel, the still-hot papers were stuffed into a binder and bundled, along with the President himself, into a waiting limousine.
It wasn’t a terrible failing by his staffers’ usual standards. But Everàrd had qualities that made him uniquely unsuited to working with such people: he was unfailingly scrupulous about his own work – he was a bit of a nerd, and always had been – and he couldn’t understand why other people weren’t. He privately resolved to make a surprise visit to Vlud as soon as he was done with the Summit and get to the root of this episode of unforgivable incompetence.
By the time his limousine arrived at the manor house, he had almost collected himself. The only thing worse than being so badly let down now would be for it to affect his performance, he told himself, and he took a moment to straighten his tie, to fix his EC flag lapel pin so that it was going the right way, and to glance at his hair in the side mirror. Odeta had chosen to go her own way this year for what she called “protocol reasons” – fine with him – but she was so good at the presentation side of things, at smoothing out the small talk with heads of state that he could find so tedious, and he already felt lost. He was a down-to-business personality, unstylish, good at working side-by-side with his employees and getting the most out of people. But this week, he had to be the diplomat, and he steeled himself as the car stopped and a footman opened the door.
He stepped out into the refreshingly cool air and found President Uspelevičius a few paces away. Determined, he walked over and went in for a handshake.
“Your Excellency. An excellent morning. I am pleased to be here,” he said, feeling as though he was drawing words from a bag and hoping to find the right ones.
“I apologize if I have kept you waiting. I assure you that our delegation is most eager to get to work,” he added. That much was absolutely true: he was here to work, not to chit-chat, and he would feel like his fever had broken as soon as he was at the conference table.
Nevamaa wrote:A large, silver limousine with tinted windows and a small Nevan flag had just pulled over in front of the entrance of the Manor. After stopping, a man dressed in a morning suit and carrying a top hat emerged from the vehicle. Following him was a man dressed in a dark blue military uniform covered in medals, award ribbons and conspciously large epaulettes. On his hand he carried a black boiled leather helmet from a metal spike. Minister of State Tuomas Hyvärinen and King Juhani IV knew that their clothing didn't exactly fit in, nor was it especially comfortable. But both of them wanted to be recognized and that wouldn't work if they wore ordinary business suits, or "casual attire" as it was known in Nevanmaa.
The two walked up the stairs to meet the Aucurian President. There is a strict protocol one must follow when in the presence of the Nevan king. The Aucurian officials were expected to bow their heads and keep quiet when the King walked by; the King was to be the first to initiate any kind of contact; when spoken to, a small bow or a curtsy is expected. Hyvärinen followed behind the King, greeting the officials on behalf of the King.
"Mr. Uspelevičius", the King said and offered his hand to him. "Hopefully we'll have a good summit". The King nodded and without waiting for a reply, continued on and let Hyvärinen take care of the small talk.
"Mr. President", Hyvärinen said and took off his top hat to shake hands with Uspelevičius. "It's a pleasure to be here as your guest."
Campenia and Lorania wrote:A modestly sized white car was approaching the Manor, crossing the streets of the Aucurian capital, in this sunny summer morning. In the front seat, next to the driver, a blonde, middle-aged woman wearing an entirely white woman's suit was gazing at the landmarks of Kalnaspilis. Maryane Deléng, the Delegate Minister of Foreign Relations, was particularly calm. Three people were sitting in the backseats : in the left, a Consular Guard, wearing his uniform, was stoic as well. In the middle, another woman, wearing a long blue dress, with black hair and younger than the first one, was busy looking at her cell phone. Laurène Villômé then looked at the person standing next to him, in the right-side back seat. This person actually was his husband, Hugo Villômé, more importantly known as the Minister of Foreign Relations of the Federation. He was wearing a blue suit with a yellow tie, reflecting the national colours of Campenia and Lorania.
He was calling someone with his own cell phone, most likely the President of the Federation, or the Consuls, talking about the unfolding situation of the Lazarene Sea oil spill. He also took advice from them, for he has never managed to nail a summit as large as the Esquarian Summit on his own. He only got to the Ministry in June 2016, anyway. However, having worked in several NGOs before, he has a lot of notions of modern geopolitics.
The Manor was in sight. A lot of delegates already arrived, and the President of Aucuria was standing in front of the entrance. The car stopped its course, and all the Oelian delegates were amazed at the magnificient setting of this landmark. The first one to exit the car was the driver, who then opened the front door to let Ms. Déléng go. He then opened the back door. The Consular guard stepped out of it first. The Villômé couple were to follow. After having took their first steps on the stairs, they immediately recognized Mr. Uspelevičius. After several seconds waiting for the previous arriving delegates, the Nevan king and Minister of State, to enter the manor, Mr Villômé engaged in a handshake with him : "President Uspelevičius, it is a real honor to see you.", he said in a heavily accented Aucurian. Ms. Villômé then handed him a gift basket with Oelian mirabelle plums and madeleines, as well as a bottle of Ålbine sparkling wine, both specialities of Campenia and Lorania.
by Union of Akoren » Tue Jul 11, 2017 1:35 pm
by Luziyca » Tue Jul 11, 2017 2:02 pm
by Union of Akoren » Tue Jul 11, 2017 2:28 pm
by Luziyca » Tue Jul 11, 2017 2:55 pm
Union of Akoren wrote:Volkan smiled to Hardage, already, progress was being made. He didn't know much of this young man, but he was a strong on the Nantai question and therefore would understand the need for a strong response to instability and foreign interference, or at least he hoped.
"It is our sole aim to ensure that the Irvadi people benefit truly from unification, they deserve as much, after years of poverty, war and dispossession. This is something I mean to discuss with several leaders bi-laterally when possible, including yourself Mr. President. Irvadistan's need for reconstruction, offers very lucrative investment opportunities for many international corporations, including those of Luziyca" Volkan smiled, patting Hardage's shoulder.
by Union of Akoren » Tue Jul 11, 2017 3:08 pm
by Luziyca » Tue Jul 11, 2017 3:18 pm
by Nevamaa » Tue Jul 11, 2017 3:29 pm
by Lyonsland » Tue Jul 11, 2017 4:54 pm
by Austrosie » Tue Jul 11, 2017 5:08 pm
by Pavonistade » Tue Jul 11, 2017 6:52 pm
by Tuthina » Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:37 pm
14:54:02 <Lykens> Explain your definition of Reno.
11:47 <Swilatia> Good god, copy+paste is no way to build a country!
03:08 <Democratic Koyro> NSG senate is a glaring example of why no one in NSG should ever have a position of authority
by Aucuria » Tue Jul 11, 2017 9:54 pm
Lyonsland wrote:"Here we go again" said Dhonna Carlsson humorously to her husband, Brîan as their black limousine turned into the driveway of the manor, the manor itself drawing closer to the eye. "Don't fuck up your introduction love, remember last year?" Brîan joked, making reference to her embarrassing gaff at last year's summit when she referred to Minjian premier Jingyi as a "gentleman". "Don't remind me of that, not now" she replied, laughing under her breath as the limo slowed down as it approached the front of the manor, the Lyonese flags atop the vehicle slowing in the light Aucurian breeze.
Carlsson was tired from a busy, jam-packed 48 hours. First, a trans-continental flight from Ettsten to Bendigha and then on to the Lyonese exclave of Aforsolis, surrounded by a newly-emboldened Ankoren, and then back on another trans-continental flight to Kalnaspilis for the summit. It wasn't going to get much easier for her either - if last year's summit was anything to go by, it would be torturous. Not to mention the fact that when she goes home, she'll be obliged to call a federal election as her coalition's four year term expires. Carlsson was walking into this summit with a possible fresh diplomatic spat on her shoulders - her summit invite to Rifat and the sudden ꝺ11 billion (~$25 billion) arms agreement amidst a growing insurgency there surely had to have angered the Ankoreni delegation which would be present there. There were other domestic and international issues she was also having to deal with - all of which may make this summit her last as prime minister.
From the side of the limo opposite from the manor appeared a youthful looking but well built guard, dressed in an expensive looking suit. He walked to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door for Carlsson and her husband. She gracefully appeared out of the vehicle in yet another showcase dress. She immediately smiled at Mr. Uspelevičius - the two were well acquainted and got on generally well. Both were progressive leaders of Nordania, and had similar opinions on policies and the world around them.
"Mr. Uspelevičius," she smiled again as she reached out to shake his hand. "It is an honour to meet you and to finally visit your wonderful nation," she complimented. "Let's wish for a peaceful, prosperous and productive event".
Austrosie wrote:"I know your opinions about this summit, and I'd be lying if I told you I didn't agree with them. The Council is fully aware this is no easy matter we've tasked you with, but trust me when I say we have full confidence in your abilities." concluded the feminine interlocutor with an unmistakeable conviction in her voice, before marking a clear pause in her speech.
"Do not forget, Waldemar: you are the only representative of the workers' in here. Falter and so will they." she continued in a firm, if not authoritative, tone.
"I will not. Until we meet again, comrade Otkatla." he replied, waited for her farewell, and hung up.
This call would be the last one of a long series that has started ever since the Chairman left Austrosia - and ultimately, the last argument of a longer streak dating back to the summit's announcement. It is only after weeks of debates that the Congress of Trade Unions finally voted in favour of attending this year's summit, and only stopped a handful of delegates short of repealing the motion a week later. Yet even then, the Council of Workers' Commissars proved itself unable to chose an attendee from among themselves: all the candidates excused themselves one after another, citing justifications of an often questionable nature for doing so. It took the Chairman volunteering, for lack of a better word, to solve the deadlock in the Council and confirm Austrosia's attendance.
In no way his decision was out of a desire to go and attend the summit but the alternative was nothing short of an international humiliation. Saying that Lichtenwald had issues with the summit would be a major understatement - he had no love for the idea of a select few nations deciding the fate of the world, yet, somewhat conversely doubted said nations' ability to cooperate enough to get anything done. Going to the summit in the first place was a bold move - neither the workers' state's population nor its allies have welcomed the decision, and he knew there would be fallout to deal with after his return. He wished he could disagree, but he understood their reasons way too well for that he shared them. Yet deep down, the Chairman hoped for the summit to succeed and vindicate the government's controversial decision to attend. History will absolve me, he thought to himself.
With him travelled his interpreter, a woman in her late twenties, but young enough to be mistaken for his daughter. Although nowhere near perfect, Lichtenwald's French was more than correct, albeit heavily accented. Had we wished so, he could have done without her, but consciously made a point not to the speak what he considered the language of the bourgeoisie in such a meeting, preferring to it his native Austroteuton. Her job was twofold: as one would expect, the first part was to translate his words for his interlocutors. The second, less conventional part, was to ensure that some of some of his most abrasive comments conveniently got lost in translation. Well known for his repeated disregard for protocol, far beyond the Austrosian norm, the Chairman took pride in paying especially little respect to monarchs' titles. Despite always walking a tightrope between accurate translation and the need for diplomacy, the interpreter always managed to maintain her composure and calm demeanour.
As the limousine advanced towards its destination, Lichtenwald took the opportunity to observe the primeval forests of Aucuria - a sight most uncommon back in Austrosia. Finally, the Liūčaris Manor appeared. He has been informed on the manor's history, and couldn't resist smiling, thinking of the irony of certain attendees setting foot in this place.
"I'm afraid there is no turning back now... as it ever was an option." he sighed, and the woman acquiesced.
The vehicle came to a stop in front of manor's entry. The interpreter stepped out, quickly followed by the Chairman, after thanking the driver in approximate Aucurian. Lichtenwalt was looking stern and resolute - as he customarily does in such events - and paid little attention to the journalists, instead heading straight towards the entrance and the Aucurian president.
"President Uspelevičius, it is a pleasure to meet you today in such a lovely place." he said on a polite tone, immediately translated into French by his interpreter, before moving forward to shake the president's hand.
by Vjaarland » Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:24 pm
by Ainin » Wed Jul 12, 2017 7:25 am
Litorea wrote:Of course, Moutari would much rather see himself become the first. With a sidelong glance at the short stout white man by his side, he spoke. "Francēs, my dossiers, if you'd may." With a quick nod, the white aide drew a thick stack of folders, files, and loose papers from his briefcase, and handed it over to Moutari, who straightened the stack in his hands before setting it down beneath the miniature Litorean flag which designated his seat.
He pulled out his chair with a heavy breath as he nodded to his aides with a smirk, who pulled back to the sidings of the chamber silently - until he saw Cao Nima, Ainin's own president, enter the chamber. Of course,
it would be unthinkable not to thank his permanently-invited benefactor for the opportunity, and of course, lament over the influence of the certain problem-state that was poised to dominate half the Nautasian continent. He stood, leaving his chair half-pulled out, and strided to the Aininian president with a massive, salesman-like grin on his face.
"Président Cao," he said, speaking quite good French as he bowed his head. "C'est un plaisir. I cannot express how grateful I am and my government is for your invitation here," he stated, hand outstretched, prepared to shake hands firmly and enthusiastically. "I know as well as anyone here that with certain opposing parties present, there is little that can be done at this summit," he said, glancing at Volkan, who was meeting with the other President-General in the room. "But, with luck, we can bolster support for our common cause. And, fate willing, perhaps we can get something out of this in the end. A stop-gap measure, at least. Something that can strengthen our positions."
by Litorea » Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:53 pm
Ainin wrote:Having gotten through the first of many challenges in the Summit, President Cao felt that his hand-shaking skills ought to be rewarded with a drink, and consequently headed towards a table of spirits that he spotted in the reception hall. Unfortunately, as he was halfway to his destination, he was accosted by a man of average build, who he didn't immediately realise until his gaze reached the flag pinned on his chest.
"President Moutari, the pleasure is mine," he began, drawing on dozens of years sweet-talking studio executives.
He then hesitated for a fraction of a second, since as mostly-ceremonial president, he had very little (read: no) input over the decision to invite Litorea, but then remembered some of the notes that Micheaux went over with him. "We are very glad that your nation has accepted our invitation. As you well know, we are dedicated to maintaining security and sovereignty in Nautasia, and it is imperative that we show a strong presence on opposition to the forces of destabilisation and state terrorism."
"As I'm sure you'll agree, anything short of a statement reaffirming the unconditional territorial integrity and sovereignty of Nautasian states in the final statement would be outrageous."
by Namor » Wed Jul 12, 2017 5:29 pm
by Gibberan » Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:50 pm
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Karazawa » Thu Jul 13, 2017 5:09 am
Gibberan wrote:
In the corner of his eye, he spotted the Karazawa Chancellor, the Yrateq Obras Sokkan. In an effort to cultivate better relations with Southern Nordania in general and with the former Sevillan colony in particular, the Foreign Affairs Department had advised the President to invite Karazawa, which, aside from the some decidedly backwards practices, was more culturally alike to Cortoguay than many superficial observers would notice. Besides this, they also had the misfortune of having a powerful and antagonistic syndicalist nation as a hostile neighbor. "Good morning, your excellency! What a wonderful place this is, isn't it? Tell me, how is Karazawa these days? How is the...situation with the Alemannian bandits?" he said, switching to Cortoguayan and lowering his voice at the inflammatory question. "I hope the trouble is under control?"
by Aucuria » Thu Jul 13, 2017 10:55 am
Vjaarland wrote:President Adlerberg gazed at Liūčaris Manor through the tinted rear window of her limousine. She let out a sigh as the black vehicle slowly crawled to a halt in front of the building, marking the start of what was sure to be an explosive two days in Kalnaspilis. Adlerberg knew better than to expect staggering progress: the chaos of the last three summits were proof enough of the international system's anarchic nature. Even last year's relatively successful summit produced only a weak declaration. But with the possibility of the long-anticipated International League going into force, diplomacy here remained important as ever, especially given the present state of Vjaarlandic politics.
The ongoing crisis in Kinzeria had placed the president in an extremely precarious position. Her nation was not only at the brink of armed conflict in northern Nautasia, but was now at risk of tearing itself apart from within. Forces from within Adlerberg's own party, the same Aalkjerists whom she had usurped in the 2015 elections, were one bad move away from igniting a parliamentary revolt. Among the citizenry, the president's approval ratings stood at a new low of 39%. Talk was now spreading of a recall election, with angry petitioners already gathering signatures. Anything short of a successful summit would likely be Adlerberg's last.
As the door to the limousine swung open, Adlerberg quickly composed herself and exited the vehicle. Wearing the black dress that the presidential staff had chosen for the occasion, she approached the Aucurian president and extended her arm to shake his hand. She was accompanied by one of her aides, a tall, grey-haired man in a business suit who carried with him a rather curious wooden box.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Uspelevičius," Adlerberg said with a confident smile. She turned to retrieve the box from her aide, flipping open the lid to reveal two antique dueling pistols. "These .52 caliber dueling pistols once belonged to Haakon Jenssen, the first ambassador of the Vjaarlandic Confederation to the Aucurian Republic from 1879 to 1881. He personally crafted both weapons by hand from a single walnut tree, out of which the box is also constructed. I hope you'll accept this gift as a symbol of our two nations' long and sturdy friendship. And with any luck," she laughed softly, "you won't need to use them this week."
Gibberan wrote:"...though we're not too sure how the Karazawans will fall on that particular issue, you will likely be able to rely on the Oelian Villômé to support you should it come up. As for the CSA's interests in any International League, I have to remind you that the Cedarbrookese will not be attending, but...sir? Sir? Are you paying attention?"
Tomás's gaze drifted back from the window to his Foreign Secretary, Alfonso de Córcoles y Hita. His anxious hope to not be the last attendee to show faded, and he stopped absent-mindedly tapping his feet. At that moment, he felt the shiny black limousine's brakes apply, slowing them as they turned the corner on the rustic Aucurian country road. Gone were the beautiful picturesque pinewoods, suddenly replaced by an imposing cream-colored mansion sitting neatly on a grassy knoll. Liūčaris Manor, his own personal hell for the next few days.
"I read all the briefings, Alfonso. Don't worry, I've done my homework," said the President, putting an arm on his close confidant's shoulder as the limousine rolled to a stop in front of the steps. "That won't be the thing that saves this conference," he added sardonically, opening the door before the Secretary had a chance to protest. Public opinion in Cortoguay, and indeed, across the world, was not optimistic for the summit's outcome, with many pointing to the presence of antagonistic foreign powers, particularly Austrosia. Tomás thought much of this was just hysteria stirred up by the Conservatives in the ranks of the opposition, but even his own idealism, so widely admired during his presidential campaign, did not put much stock in Kalnaspilis's chances.
Still, he would have to answer to the Cortoguayan people if he did not give it a shot.
The President stretched in the pale morning sunlight, as the cool breeze hit him. Despite his political reservations, it truly was a delightful day; hopefully it would stay that way. Standing tall for a Cortoguayan, he headed his delegation as they walked up the carpeted steps to the reception. Three men were at the forefront; two, most likely local administrators, he did not recognize, but Aucurian President Uspelevičius was familiar enough for President Jaramillo to extend a hand and a warm smile towards him. Though, to Tomás's admittedly-short memory, they had never met (as Cortoguay had not attended the previous conference in Xiangmen), it was important to establish a good personal working relationship from the get-go.
"A pleasure to finally meet in person, President Uspelevičius." Jaramillo sensed that he had struggled to pronounce the Aucurian's last name in the Cortoguayan's otherwise-flawless French. Regardless of any mistakes, he continued. "Apologies for the tardiness, it's a problem that is rather emblematic of my people. I hope this might make it up to you." He motioned to an aide, who stepped forward with a large, heavy wrapped object in his hands. Inside, finely-ground, world-renowned Cortoguayan coffee, as well as an assortment of tropical fruits exceedingly rare in these northern latitudes, had been neatly placed in a traditionally-baked clay Tarrascan bowl and kept sanitary and secure until a few hours ago.
"I assure you you'll enjoy it, just make sure to enjoy it before the end of the summit, or my assurance won't be worth much," he said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Speaking of, I do hope that we are able to accomplish something productive this week, not just in the global community but between our two esteemed nations as well." Not that the two are equally likely, he thought, just as quickly shoving the negative thought out of his head.
by Qianrong » Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:15 am
Namor wrote:"While I am thinking about it, I would like to let you know that the National Assembly is drafting a bill to send humanitarian aid to Namor in the wake of that terrible tunami. Is there anything you could let me know about what supplies are most needed, and where? I want to make sure that we give something that can be put to good use," Nisimura told the President-General.
The President-General's smile widened - partly because he thought he had heard Nisimura say something along the lines of "tsunami." He didn't surf the internet often, but one of his aides informed him that someone from the Esquarian Community had described the tidal wave as a tsunami, provoking an online search for what the word meant. The mystery was solved when someone revealed that the word is of Senrian or Tuthinan origin. Antelope felt like sharing the joke with Nisimura, but kept his diplomatic smile, knowing his country was in desperate need of assistance to get the mess cleaned up.
"Prime Minister, thank you for bringing this up. Though we have received a lot of aid over the past month, hundreds of thousands of people are still displaced in the eastern coast. I keep receiving reports of people wandering in the streets. It's an internal refugee crisis," he told Nisimura. "Anything Senria has to offer, especially medical equipment and tents would be appreciated."
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