General Valentijn Apologises. Also, Dinner. [Open, IC]

[Valentine Z]

Previously, in Valentine Z: Valentijn cured!

Being aware of his friends’ busy schedule, Valentijn figured out that he might as well send a bunch of invitations, as well as detailing his apology in the form of a telegram, or an email, if you will.

// My Dearest Friends,

How have you been? It has been quite a while, huh? Well, a good 30 days have passed, and as you can tell, I have the demon inside me exorcised. Thanks to all my friends, Clarissa, Marcus, Jolyn, Jamie… and many more of them really did a good job in helping me out and not losing faith in me! I have thanked them personally, and now, it’s down to you all!

As you might have known, I have offended quite a good number of you lately in this... “month” of October? It’s been a while since we used the normal calendar, so do pardon me! Anyway, I know it’s the demon and it’s not me, but still, I feel that I need to say “Sorry” to all of you. I am truly sorry that I have threatened you all, threatened to kill you, eat you, squash you, everything! Once again, I am very sorry. Despite my title, it is never my intention to kill anyone or to hurt; I always look for a peaceful approach, and for you guys, since you are all my friends, I would never harm you.

With that, I would like to invite you to a dinner! I will be the one footing the bill, and it is an easy feat, so don’t worry! I will be mostly providing pizza and junk food, but there will be quite a lot of black olive fried rice, pasta with tomato sauce, sushi, curry rice, teriyaki rice… I’m getting hungry as I typed this! Ahem, to keep it formal… yes, everyone of you is invited! Please come down and have a glass with me, and to say my sincere apologies once again!

Yours Truly,
General Valentijn Maxwell "De Sierlijke Valkyrie" Angelus Delta Weston Samantha Tracer Constantine //


The White House at Yangon, Burma, was prepped for the dinner. Food galore, lights and decoration everywhere, as well as a 20-meter large cake with “Sorry!” written on it. The rest of the Valentians were sitting inside White House, while Valentijn was sitting cross-legged on the grass field, with his suit on. The latter part made him sort of emotionless, but inside, he was definitely excited and elated.

OOC: Just want to make a quick note, that OOC is okay, maybe a line or so. This doesn't exactly have an invite list and it's open, so yeah, OOC if you need to!
EDIT: No more OOC here! It's moved to its own separate thread!

Rough locations around the place:

In the meantime, sorry for not doing this earlier, but I have added in the locations! So for your next post, maybe just tell me briefly where your characters are! I hope this doesn't complicate things!

Bearing is taken from the entrance, i.e. what you will see when you enter.

- Front Entrance: One way to enter the White House. As of now, there’s a broken door, as well as a couple of holes in the wall, mostly.

- Main Hall: Reception area. What you see right after you enter from the Front Entrance.

- Library: Located at the second floor of the White House.

- Entertainment / Living Room: Turn left from entrance. A large projector is situated, along with a couple of low chairs and tables. Beanbags are also present. A lot of chairs and tables set up that can somehow accommodate everyone under 3 meters tall. Approximate dimension: 60 meters x 80 meters x 55 meters (but I won’t use this too much; just that everyone can fit in). Cake and food are here.

- Bar: Right behind the Living Room (opposite of the Projector on the front). Stools are available, as well as normal tables and chairs.

- Toilets / Bathrooms: Available at the first floor, just behind the bar. Enough to accommodate up to 30 users (given our inclusiveness, the bathrooms are unisex, though obviously private).

- Backyard: Accessed through the exit in the Entertainment Room. A huge grass field, where Valentijn will mostly spend his time there. A few lights, decorations. Music is provided by 3rd Sgt. Tracie Valentina Kat Pauline Sarah R. Alexi. Half of the food is here.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

"This is the dollhouse of the giant, eh? How pleasant do hope this won't become a skinning party how awful that would be." Said Demian, with a sadistic voice, tilting his facing his brother Neil, slapping him on the back.Sigh, Neil gave with pessimism of what his identical twin will do during this peaceful supper with the good general, only being reminiscen of the violent tortuous methods, his brother was a perfectionist at, eerily so."Oh? Don't be a drag, Neil, we are here by the Chancellor's insistance and the Sovereign's holy name to make the finest admiration of the Imperial Way....Only the troublesome parasites will be the onces fearing for there lives as your obsession with peace and harmony being my highest priority." It was uncomfortable to agree with him, as his nature is pure evil....."Sure." responded, Neil with gloom.Walking up to the door of the White House.

[Low bloods]

"I haven't been to there deals in a while." Low fiddles with his tux and looks around as he suddenly appears. "I should be the one apologizing since I couldn't come to the last one." He placed his hands behind his head. "I hope This looks good look good I even took off my mask for the day just so I wouldn't look as crazy."
Death appears by his side "Oh boy Senpai, I wonder how fun this'll be!" Death chuckled "I still don't know why the others won't come to these things, must not be their thing. I guess I'll let the dead rest and the party begin."

[Robosia]

“Well, that is a very large cake. Times like this make me wish I had a mouth.” He sat down. “So, you’re saying that this was a demon then? I’m suspicious.”

On the other side of the table, a portal appeared in a chair, and about a dozen large, black tentacles appeared from it. “How the hell did you send an email to another dimension? Also, give me some cake.” The creature ate some of the giant cake.

I’m going to post from this account and Netherspace interchangeably, so be prepared for that.

[Elvectica]

"So sorry we're late," remarks Queen Adecyn while pulling the Prime Minister over from her phone, "WE are honoured to be invited to this dinner. I'm thinking we'll have a splended time, especially after all that contagious virus outbreak gobbledygook. Isn't that right, Ms. Prime Minister?"

The Prime Minister looks up from her phone, still far away from the conversation, "Yeah, so fun. Can't wait." she says, sarcastically.

"Uh, so sorry. We're just exhausted from addressing recent events." The Queen pauses, thinking for a moment, "Hm, I think all this cake would go well with a party after, to... y'know, brighten the mood-"

"A PARTY?" the Prime Minister yells, disturbing the other guests
She then devours her portion of the cake, and gallops away to the convoy.

"Well. I guess I can stay a while for a bit." Adecyn sips some of her soda absent-mindedly.

[Belantica]

"I apologize if I was running a little late," said Queen Karen, "I had some things to take care of back home, and I'm pretty much expected to handle all of that." She sat down, taking a piece of the giant cake. "Now, the only thing missing, is a drink, and maybe a hand-rolled Cuban." She looked around and thought about the interesting gathering of leaders here, but wasn't too bothered by it, she was here to relax, even if part of her brain is still focused on events happening back in her home universe, which was given the name "A-144" by another Karen from another universe.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

Void.

[Low bloods]

"Such a loud noise I wonder where it came from?" Low said as he was sticking a knife into the cake, unsure how to cut it, or eat it, possibly laying down midway through needing a break.
"What a monster, hopefully the rest of this food isn't as big, but maybe it is, I don't know if it'd be a good thing or a bad thing!?"

Death watched this event unfold responding, "It was probably somewhere on the other side of this huge thing... speaking of food, I wonder how long the leftovers will take... Senpai they dure did make this place huge kinda makes me a little Agoraphobic, heh heh I'll get over such."

[Belantica]

"Christ, am I cutting a piece of cake, or a tree?" Karen said as she continued to saw the giant slice into parts that a normal-sized human could consume. She while still sawing away, looked around the giant room. "I feel like one of those little figures that come in Lego sets, everything is massive," she said, "just to get around this place, I'd probably would need my car just to get anywhere in here." She looked at some of the other guests, thinking about how she somehow fit into this crowd. Eh, I'm not much of a social person, I'll just sit here and attempt to eat this she thought.

[Low bloods]

Void.

I was really looking forward to responding to that.xD I just got a little side tracked at the moment.

"Christ, am I cutting a piece of cake, or a tree?" Karen said as she continued to saw the giant slice into parts that a normal-sized human could consume. She while still sawing away, looked around the giant room. "I feel like one of those little figures that come in Lego sets, everything is massive," she said, "just to get around this place, I'd probably would need my car just to get anywhere in here." She looked at some of the other guests, thinking about how she somehow fit into this crowd. Eh, I'm not much of a social person, I'll just sit here and attempt to eat this she thought.

Death decided to zone in on this person, deciding it would be fun to conversate and see how other guests were doing in the event "Hello there, how's it going? I'd offer you a hand but I'm sort of a hallucination, don't fear though I mean no harm, I'm just here to talk while my buddy over there recovers from his failed attempt." Death glances bsck over to Low as it seems the cake has nearly crumbled onto him.

[Robosia]

OF-2938 watched everyone struggling to cut the cake and sighed. What a bunch of idiots. He stood on the table, cut out a piece of the cake with his knife-hand, and was about to eat it when he remembered he had no mouth. “Well, uh, does anyone want a slice of cake?”

The Unknown still was absorbing the cake into its mass.

[Valentine Z]

Due to his nature, Valentijn was not wearing any formal clothing. If anything, he simply has a few bowties on his suit, strangely on its back. Perhaps because he could not exactly pin it at the neck.

The first to came in was… what Valentijn presumed to be a pair of brothers. He did not exactly know who they are, or which country they are from, but of course, with every social event, that is to be expected. He will definitely get to know them soon after, probably. The next to came in was Low, who was fiddling around with a tuxedo. Death materialised beside him and was conversing with Low, so there’s that.

"I should be the one apologizing since I couldn't come to the last one,” Low said.

“Ahh, it’s all right, my friends!” Valentijn exclaimed happily, “I’m just glad that you could make it, that’s all. Welcome to my little- err… my huge, humble, home… As you can tell, things have been a little scaled up, but rest assured that there’re still furniture and utensils for you all!”

A few minutes passed, and there comes President OF-2938, from Robosia. “Well, that is a very large cake. Times like this make me wish I had a mouth,” he sat down, “So, you’re saying that this was a demon then? I’m suspicious.”

“Why hello there, Mr. President!” Valentijn replied back, “Well, yes. I don’t know who did it, or what it wants, but rest assured, that it is also in another dimension! We banished it to another dimension, so it will not be bothering us! Well, of course, of course! I’m sorry you could not eat though. If you want, there’s a power station right at the wall there. Feel free to use it!”

In the meantime, Queen Adecyn, along with another woman of younger age, arrived from Elvectica. "So sorry we're late," remarks Queen Adecyn while pulling the Prime Minister over from her phone, "WE are honoured to be invited to this dinner. I'm thinking we'll have a splendid time, especially after all that contagious virus outbreak gobbledygook. Isn't that right, Ms. Prime Minister?"

The Prime Minister looks up from her phone, still far away from the conversation, "Yeah, so fun. Can't wait." she says, sarcastically.

“Hahaha, well, well, it’s all fine and dandy, Your Majesty, and Prime Minister… so sorry though, I believe that I have not know your name yet. Anyway, come on in!”

“…We're just exhausted from addressing recent events." The Queen pauses, thinking for a moment, "Hm, I think all this cake would go well with a party after, to... y'know, brighten the mood-“

"A PARTY?" the Prime Minister yells, disturbing the other guests. She then devours her portion of the cake, and gallops away to the convoy.

"Well. I guess I can stay a while for a bit." Adecyn sips some of her soda.

“Hahaha, whoa there!” Valentijn exclaimed yet again, “Your PM is very lively, Your Majesty. Of course, of course! It does not have to be a while, you know? I don’t mind hosting this party until the morning, actually! I took plenty of rest for this day! Clarissa, Marcus, Jolyn, Jamie and the rest have been preparing all of it too!”

And as if on cue, Clarissa was seen socialising and mingling with a few other guests around her. Her 7-meter height definitely made her stand out in the crowd. Marcus was fiddling around with a projector, which displays an image around 200” diagonally. Given the size of Valentijn, perhaps no TV was big enough to satisfy his entertainment needs. Jolyn, on the other hand, was serving a few drinks, as well as in her night blue dress. Jamie was on the opposite end of the bar, having a chat with the party guests, while she has a long cigarette-like stick in her right hand. It was not exactly a cigarette, since Jamie does not smoke, but rather, just a piece of dry ice attached to a stick, to make it look like smoke. Perhaps she was just portraying a certain actress.

After Prime Minister ran in, along with the Queen of Elvectica trailing behind her, another guest has made her way into the White House. Queen Karen, from Balentica. She ran a bit late too, but that was none of the concerns for Valentijn. He completely understood the current situations, and in fact, he was contemplating on whether the party should have been delayed a few more days. After all, there has been a zombie takeover, so… “Hmm, might not be exactly the right time, I’m afraid,” Valentijn thought to himself, “Ah wells, the party must go on!”

In the meanwhile, Queen Karen seemed to be having a little bit of trouble with the cake itself. Considering its size, it was indeed a difficult task for the rest of them. Heck, it was even big for Valentijn himself, because… think about it. He himself could curl up inside a cake and burst out if he wanted to. However, that would be a bad form, and kind of lightening up the mood a little too much.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty,” Valentijn replied back to Queen Karen, while wielding a giant knife, “Now people, please stay back. Don’t worry, I’m just going to cut the cake, but you know, stay away from sharp objects and all!”

Soon after, he positioned himself so that no one would be behind him, as well as clearing his immediate area. He then proceeded to raise up the knife, then in a rather swift motion (which seems too fast for square-cube law, but considering that Valentijn ignores that law), he made a divide in a cake. He repeated this a few more times, splitting the cake into smaller and more manageable pieces.

He and President OF-2938 did this task for the rest of the guests. He might not be able to eat it, but perhaps he just wanted to help.

"Thank you very much, Mr. President! It's quite a handy tool you got there!"

Perhaps a 20 meter-radius cake with 10 meter height, is not exactly the most suitable one. Perhaps… Valentijn could order smaller and more diverse number of cakes.

“Hmm, plans for the next one, of course! For now, I hope Marcus will be able to hook up the sound system!”

Sorry it seems lazy at some bits. I have been busy RL too, unfortunately. :/ A few sentences are fine, but man… I probably should have waited a few days later too.

[Belantica]

Void.

I was really looking forward to responding to that.xD I just got a little side tracked at the moment.

"Christ, am I cutting a piece of cake, or a tree?" Karen said as she continued to saw the giant slice into parts that a normal-sized human could consume. She while still sawing away, looked around the giant room. "I feel like one of those little figures that come in Lego sets, everything is massive," she said, "just to get around this place, I'd probably would need my car just to get anywhere in here." She looked at some of the other guests, thinking about how she somehow fit into this crowd. Eh, I'm not much of a social person, I'll just sit here and attempt to eat this she thought.

Death decided to zone in on this person, deciding it would be fun to conversate and see how other guests were doing in the event "Hello there, how's it going? I'd offer you a hand but I'm sort of a hallucination, don't fear though I mean no harm, I'm just here to talk while my buddy over there recovers from his failed attempt." Death glances bsck over to Low as it seems the cake has nearly crumbled onto him.

"Well, I certainly never have talked to a hallucination before, except maybe that time I took too much LSD in one sitting, don't ask about that." Queen Karen said to Death, while Valentijn made quick work of cutting the cake to pieces that are more manageable for the average-sized beings. "But aside from that, I'm doing fairly normal, just stopped on by to see how the host is doing after, what happened not too long ago. Anyway, I haven't meet you before, I've met Low, who seems rather chill, but not you. My name's Karen by the way, I'm the queen of Belantica, the "Revolutionary Monarch" as I'm sometimes called by others."

[The Liamese Empire]

The Emperor arrives at the party and sees some of the others conversing. He says hello to everyone and goes towards a table and gets something out... It's his pair of bagpipes and starts to play.

[Independant Nations and Guilds]

Upon the floor, there is a glowing, fluorescent green pentagram. Upwards, it erupts lime colored flames, in a cacophonous melody of discordant xylophone notes, growing louder and louder.

The premier of the Confederacy, Melanie Aeronwen, steps out of the flames, notably without any of the injuries, or even scars from when she was last seen. The premier is short, almost child-like in stature, with pale, almost gray skin, and snow white hair. She wore an elegant and modest black dress with red frills and bows, and in her hair were red ribbons, and fake roses. Her red eyes gleamed, and she smiled, and her large, leathery, bat-like wings unfurled. Escorting her were four minotaurs, towering and muscular, wearing black great coats with red armbands bearing the red star in white circle. Each minotaur carried two tower shields reinforced with metal, pained black. With the four minotaurs, there were four more hulking figures with limbs of approximate thickness to tree trunks, green-gray skin, and large tusks. Each one of these figures also wore black great coats and matching red armbands. Two carried machine guns, and the other two carried sabers and had dozens of stick grenades strapped to their coats. Following those eight were six anthropomorphic humanoid hyenas, covered in spotted fur, likewise wearing black great coats and red armbands, four carrying glaives, and two carrying grenade rifles. Those six were then followed by two figures in black robes, which concealed their whole person. Each individual, except for Melanie, was carrying a gas mask, but not actively worn.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I had important business to address. Don't mind my secret police... they're just my escort, in cast anything goes... South." Melanie said. As if on cue, the minotaurs raised their shields in perfect unison to form a huge wall.

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[Kirislavia]

Nadezhda Pasichnyk arrived in the hall with her Commissar for Foreign Affairs, Arkady Gribov, by her side. As usual, Nadezhda cut a rather conservative figure, dressed in a pantsuit and a blue turtleneck. In any case, she was quite comfortable, whereas Arkady kept tugging at his shirt collar and tie. From the moment they entered the door, however, Arkady's eyes were glued to the massive cake. "That thing is beautiful," he commented. "I bet I could eat at least half of it," he said, watching as Valentijn finished cutting it up.

"That's a bet you'd most definitely lose. And yet, I'm fairly certain you'll still eat enough of it to make yourself sick," Nadezhda responded dryly.

"You're no fun, you know that, comrade?" Arkady joked, letting a playful grin cross his face. "Well, I'm going to go get myself a slice. Do you want one?"

Nadezhda shook her head. "No, thank you. You know I don't care much for cake... I think I'll have a drink instead." She gravitated towards the bar and, motioning to a particular seat close to Jamie, asked, "May I sit here? Or is this seat taken?"

[Arctica-Aleutia]

Near the party, off the coast, the silhouette of a small ship could be seen. As it approached one could see that the Arctica-Aleutian flag was being flown. The ship was a torpedo ram called Thunder Child. Built in 1878, it had been lost more than a century ago repelling a Martian invasion, but had recently been raised, restored, and put back into service.

Designed for shallow water, the steamer came very close to shore. President Larisa flew to land in bat form, the returned to her normal appearance. The ship left, heading for the harbor.

Larisa wore a neat but simple black dress.

"Hello, everyone!"

[Yeffin]

The only way to make it to make it to the party was to fly. Mumbles himself hated the idea. "You mean to tell me we're taking a trip to a country where they hate our people, with a man I know has had ill intentions against me and you, IN a steel deathtrap flying hundreds of miles an hour thousands of feet above the water?", he asked his wife after she read him the letter. "You know I hate flyin', Carrots."
"But the kits want you to go. I want you to go. And; there's free food. Listen, I know you don't trust Valentijin, but for God's sake Mumbs- give him the benefit of the doubt," Reagan replied. "Besides, you don't take the girls anywhere, you need to spend time with your own family."


After his subsequent guilt trip by his wife, President Charles reluctantly agreed. At approximately 7:23, after a 13 hour flight, the plane finally made touchdown in Valentine Z's capital.

The Charles family, along with Vice President Knight arrived at the House half an hour later.

[Grand Celestial Domain]

From the sky a small dot which occasionally shone due to the reflection of the fading sun appeared into the view and then gradually got bigger. Not before long this object clearly revealed itself to be a chrome-colored saucer which motionlessly and silently loomed several hundreds of meters over the White House. From it emerged a smaller spherical pod which began to float downward almost as if it were a balloon that went down instead of up. It gently landed in front of the White House.

From it emerged three figures which made their way inside it. A medium sized young man that resembled a Mandarin, a slightly taller European looking man in 40s style clothing, and last but not least in the center stood a very short and very pale figure. Dressed in a pre-Modern looking cheongsam Empress Yué XII and her assistants stepped inside, her retainer activated a small box which acted like a translating device and the Mandarin began to write- she spoke: "I, Empress Hēiyaoshi Yuéliang Jing 15 of the Grand Celestial Domain accept the apology of General Valentijn of Valentine Z, of which I thank for this reunion. However I must apologize for being late. I hope this event proceeds finely."

The fact other guests were around didn't seem to interest her and she looked on expressionless. Being shadowed by her two helpers, she took a seat and sat down. Inside she was nervous, and thought to herself *I haven't done this since I met Eisenhower in 1952...*

[Low bloods]

I was really looking forward to responding to that.xD I just got a little side tracked at the moment.

Death decided to zone in on this person, deciding it would be fun to conversate and see how other guests were doing in the event "Hello there, how's it going? I'd offer you a hand but I'm sort of a hallucination, don't fear though I mean no harm, I'm just here to talk while my buddy over there recovers from his failed attempt." Death glances bsck over to Low as it seems the cake has nearly crumbled onto him.

"Well, I certainly never have talked to a hallucination before, except maybe that time I took too much LSD in one sitting, don't ask about that." Queen Karen said to Death, while Valentijn made quick work of cutting the cake to pieces that are more manageable for the average-sized beings. "But aside from that, I'm doing fairly normal, just stopped on by to see how the host is doing after, what happened not too long ago. Anyway, I haven't meet you before, I've met Low, who seems rather chill, but not you. My name's Karen by the way, I'm the queen of Belantica, the "Revolutionary Monarch" as I'm sometimes called by others."

"A revolutionary, you wouldn't say, interesting. Well it's nice to meet you Karen, I go by Death some even call me uncle death." He held out his hand even though it was nearly impossible to shake it. "I was once the King of corpses but now I'm not so much, my rule fell by the hands of the man you know, but in these events I jump from person to person checking up on folks who have either came to lead or are still leading. It's always nice to see most folks I just hope I don't ruin an apatite or two." He chuckles.

The next to came in was Low, who was fiddling around with a tuxedo. Death materialised beside him and was conversing with Low, so there’s that.

"I should be the one apologizing since I couldn't come to the last one,” Low said.

“Ahh, it’s all right, my friends!” Valentijn exclaimed happily, “I’m just glad that you could make it, that’s all. Welcome to my little- err… my huge, humble, home… As you can tell, things have been a little scaled up, but rest assured that there’re still furniture and utensils for you all!”

"And for such kindness we do show our deepest thanks to you." Both Low and Death bow "And the cake is fine, I like a challenge." Low chuckles as he held a large slice, not sure if he could even finish the half he managed to cut off such will be fun for him though. "But really, thanks for such kindness over the time of being king."

[The Albali Republic]

"Hello, everyone!" a lively, feminine voice called out at the other end of the hall. Astela's eyes went wide upon seeing the cake for the first time; it was easily the size of a small house. She recovered from her sense of awe, gave everyone a quick wave and skipped over to her seat - she arrived just as Valentijn was cutting the monstrously large cake. Astela wore her formal military uniform to the event, which was actually not that uncommon for Albalians to do, even if they were no longer serving; it was as formal as formal can be, and besides, it looked impressive. However, any hope she had of looking powerful or impressive were dashed by a little pink bow she wore next to her right ear. "I'm so, so sorry I'm late; space travel isn't instantaneous. As much as I wish otherwise..."

[Elvectica]

"Hmm, wonder what I could do here." The Queen said to herself out loud, while eyeing Astela as she arrived, "After all, Valentijn said earlier he'd be okay with the party extending to the morning..."
She glances for a moment to check on Prime Minister Jay Burdell who was conversing with some of the other leaders.

The PM catches the Queen's glance, and gestures her over. "Mate, I'm so bored. I thought you said there was gonna be a party after dinner," She whispered, "And you know me, I get fricken' flustered when there's no bumpin' happenin'!"
"Jay, don't be like that. We're representing all of Elvectica to all of these... wonderful array of leaders. Also, would it kill you to address me by my proper title for once?" The Queen quipped.

"Oh okay, I see. So what should I call you, then?" The PM giggled, yelling "Her royal highness, the porn actress and porn artist!? Or how about, rated number one most loved lover according to 'Slut Mutt Magazine'?!! Or how about-"

"And what should I call you?! The wolf of bed sheets?" the Queen responds.
The two pause, staring at each other.

"Pfft, the wolf of bed sheets! Hahahaa!" The PM bursts into laughter, alongside with the Queen

"Rated number one by Slut Mutt Magazine? What even was that?!" The Queen says, in between laughs
The two are clearly too deep in their conversation to not notice other leaders staring at them awkwardly.

[Belantica]

Geez, they seem to be very open about thing of that nature, Karen thought to herself about the Elvectican leaders, while eating some cake,but, maybe I can see what they want, since I am in the mood for that, so why not see if one of them is down? She then noticed Astela nearby, and noticed her uniform. Being a former soldier and police officer, Karen has a respect for anyone who has earn the right to wear one, and gave Astela a small wave, a smile, and a wink to show that she approves Astela's choice in outfit, even if she was wearing a white shirt with a blue suit jacket and matching trousers, with a couple of her medals attached to the left side. Karen would have worn a uniform, but didn't want to to appear more approachable.

Turning back to death, she said "I would imagine that had many tasks to handle at once. But I guess not having to handle all of that has granted you extra freetime. It was nice meeting you, good sir. I'm going to see what those two over there are up to."

Karen then went over to the Elvecticans in a way that seemed like she was just passing by, but then stopped near them and hinted at them "I overheard your little conversation about people wanting to hookup here. A little suggestion would be to keep it on the low, but you did get my attention, and if you two are interested, lemme know." She said this with a slight smile, as a way to say she's open to suggestions.

[Stanier]

*Sing is walking along to the doorstep with his wife Angelina* -"Damn, this place is HUGE!, Sing Scaletta - exclaimed, quickly followed by a cold look from his wife; "What's wrong?" - Sing asked.

-"You know what's wrong you informal nut", if you say those kinds of things inside you're going to look like a complete idiot -Angelina Scaletta said

-"OK, OK I get it, nothing too informal in the party" - Sing replied, as his wife positioned her hands on his hair, quickly Sing asked: *"Darling, what are you doing?"

-"Fixing your hair up a bit, nothing big" - Angelina replied, as she was messing with her husband's hair, -"You should stop using hair gel" - Angelina claimed.

-"OK baby, enough is enough" - Sing said, as he was moving his wife's hands away from his head, -"I think it's the right time to knock the door - Sing declared.

-"But before that, did you left your guns in the car?" - Angelina rapidly asked.

-"Oh, 'bout that..." - Sing said, before being interrupted by his wife.

-"Every time with the same show Sing, you never change" - Angelina exclaimed.

-"What do you want me to do?, go all the way back to the car and stash my guns? - Sing asked.

-"Thanks to that we are late there's no time for that, let's just step in" - Angelina exclaimed.

-"We're late thanks to your excessive dressing time" - Sing mumbled.

-"I heard that slow driver!" - Angelina said.

-"S***" - Sing mumbled again, this time more quietly.

-"So Mr. Exemplar husband, you're going to open the door or what?" - Angelina asked.

-"Alright, Alright, I'm going!, *mumbling* holy Stanier, you're worse than my mother" - Sing complained.

*Sing opened the door and then both of them had a glance into the house*-"Sera, sorry that we're late!" - Angelina exclaimed.

-"It's her fault!" - Sing mocked.

-"Are you serious?" - Angelina asked.

-"Hey, I gotta get payback sometime" - Sing answered.

"Whatever, let's just look for a table and sit down, I gotta check something on my phone" - Angelina said.

-"Look, there's a regular sized table over there" - Sing exclaimed.

-"Well slow-man, get moving before someone else sits on it!" - Angelina told Sing.

*Sing and Angelina walked all the way to the table, that was a couple of meters away from them, then Sing moved a chair apart for his wife* -"Mrs. First Lady of Stanier, here's a chair for you" - Sing mocked.

*Sits down on the chair* - "Buzz off... - Angelina answered.

*Sitting down on another chair* - "So... Do you know who are some of the people that are here baby?" - Sing asked.

-"I can barely tell anyone, ain't that the one from Low Bloods?" - Angelina said.

*forces his eyes* -"I think so; my eyesight is screwed" - Sing Answered.

-"You should really stop being in front of the PC at late night" - Angelina claimed.

-"And you should socialize with your counterparts from other nations" - Sing joked.

-"It ain't my fault, you never introduce me to anybody, and the few people that I've met from foreign countries it's because they were looking for you at the house" - Angelina answered.

-"OK, let's just forget that, I want a piece of cake" - Sing said.

-"Alright, I'm hungry too" - Angelina answered

*They both stood up from the table and asked kindly for a piece of cake to the hosts*

[Shwe Tu Colony]

This thread is open, so I don't see any opposition to me joining in the title. Still though, what could even be the reason I'd have gotten a letter to this dinner despite having no ties whatsoever to Valentine Z?

Parfuhmerie Religion Curve
"Dinner, hmm?" noted Culie Arsa in a moderate French accent as she read the letter sent out by Valentine Z, her dragon familiar holding it for her to see, "& it is free. Yet... why does Valentine Z sound so... familiar? Ah, it's probably just because of Mac. Well, I suppose I'll make my way there then! My bishop, open up the portal for Valentine Z." After saying this, a dark elf bishop that was part of her religion of Draconic Divinity tapped his staff upon an alcove in the wall, the sound of thunder rippling across the church hall as a swirling blue vortex opened up in the alcove. "Adieu!" Culie called out as she passed through the portal, her dragon familiar & sword dragon (a dragon that is used as a sword) following her.

White House at Yangon, Burma
Just outside the White House, a red circle would appear in the ground, followed by a swirling blue portal that would proceed to eject Culie out from it before disappearing. Having been teleported out of sight of any guards or witnesses, she decided that it would be best to wait to be invited in than to simply jump in, believing that a general would put more emphasis on formalities & such & would more than likely want to be treated with respect.

After a few moments of walking, her shoes making sounds oddly similar to high heels even though they weren't, Culie soon arrived at the front gate — or front door, if there was no gate — her sword dragon gently wrapped around her & her dragon familiar floating to above & to the right of her head. She would then proceed to wait to be called in, or be yelled at by the guards for carrying a living weapon around. One of the two.