The Never-Ending Festival (Open/All-Tech)

[Neptunvia]

Chaim's: Well, This part is a bust. Atleast we Enjoyed ourselves with this Lobster! its nice!
Jess: It really Is! I got to give it to that fishen bubba on my Flagship, He's the one that got this guy! Man, me an bubba go back, like this one time, When me and Bubba went into this jungle cuase he said that there was this one flyin fish in Madagscar, so I said, "I bet you twenty bucks theres not one." So, he took a bet, I drove him out to madagascar and shure enoupgh-
Marial: There was a flying fish, But it was just being thrown by two Lymers?
Jess: What? How did ya? oh yeah, Forgot you where a physic fish lady.
Marial: How do you- HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?
Kane: Wait, So it is true?
Chaims: Alright! Alright! Thats enough, I would like to make a toast, To us! The people who sold the world!
Marial: Wait, Why are we celebrating? nobody even showed up.
Chaims: Eh, Screw'em, We dont need em! We got each other Remeber? also like a Gizzlion guys back at the Base, that last thing WE need is more people! Besides, Its not like this is going to be the only diplomatic event we ever host, they'll be more opportunity's, and we've defently have learned some tricks in the book. But thats besides the point, We shouldn't be mad because of this Dinner partys Failer, we should be Proud of our New store fronts probable Successes! People already love our Sodas, which aren't technically even sodas but just Fruit juice with surger added in! if we can pass that off as "Soda" than I think where in the Clear!
As chaims raises his glass and everyone yells cheers, The Timer hits zero, everyone makes Manacle laughter which could be heard through out the layers. And its not just the People in the party Laughing, the Cheer of the employees on the rig could be heard for Miles around, as people across Neptunvia toon in the Radio. Meanwhile, Deep inside of the Rigs, The Embers of the Furnaces Glow brighter then ever before, Sparks and Electricity can be scene pulsing through the wires above the Soilders heads, Pipes can be heard carrying gasses and steam. And benath the waters, Somthing moves, Lights turn on, and a Sound ripples through the Pacific.
Kane: Alright, yeah, no, But is she really a fish?
Chaims: We'll talk about it when we get home.

[Kuroluce]

A crystalline aircraft hovers over the wreckage of an old war; the shapers have arrived. The Crimson welcoming party is ready for them, with a landing pad among the rubble revealing itself as the ship is hailed.

“Hospitality is nice, isn’t it? Only in other worlds will we get it outside Domain,” Lissy sighs. They touched down on the platform, which proceeds to sink into the earth. They are briefly shrouded in darkness — very briefly, as Lissy instinctively starts glowing — as a gate above them shudders closed.

The shapers have dressed down for the occasion. Somewhat. Despite the entirety of their visit taking place underground, Hilda insists on a round pair of sunglasses — she’s otherwise dressed as she usually is.

Lissy has swapped out her “I’m a goddess and want to look like one” dress with something slightly more normal, if form-fitting and expensive looking.

They’re not going to be able to hide the otherworldliness of Del and Addy, so they don’t try. The little golems proceed hand in sleeved hand, dresses bobbing as they enter the Matsuri Arcology proper, starting with the Midori Stratum.

“Enjoy yourselves, you two!” Lissy says, cheerily waving them off. “Now…should we go to that Neptunvia thing?”

“Well, we were invited,” Hilda replies. “Why not?”

The two find their way to the dinner, and find it already started.

“Ah…sorry we’re late!” Lissy says. “How’s it going?”

[Xeraph]

Six black-clad people descended from the VTOL in the center of a place called Matsuri. The leader saw a large rabbit-type creature hopping towards them and silently waved the group forward. In a low, growling voice, he said "Let's get the fuck outta here."

The Xeraphians quickly stepped into the swirling traffic, pedestrians walking slowly while marveling at the city archetecture. Up and down the smaller avenues they walked until they were relatively free from the crowds.

They all stopped to catch their collective breath, one of them noticing a bevy of nearly-naked, very tall women. He laughed and said, "Well, this trip is looking up!"

A decidedly feminie voice replied, "You would think so, Seth. Women and food is all you apparently think about."

He grinned. "Life's two necessities, Jada." They all chuckled and another of the men said, "Alright, people. We have a week or so to check this place out. Let's have a good time, but try not to stand out too much. Last time on Vhammpyr we had a bit of a problem with that hooch they serve."

"Well hell, boss. That shit was 85 proof. How them critters drink it all the time is beyond me."

The one she called "boss" was the Emperor of The Barbaric Empire of Xeraph, Amalric Tan'it. He'd been Emperor of the empire for 377 years, which made him middle-aged.

"Let me tell you about them critters, Qac. It's a damned good thing they're on our side. No one can stand before them in a fight. It was a good thing we had old Mencius with us."

Lord Mencius Merton, High Ruler of the White-Robed Monks, snarled. "You all had better keep your shit together this time. I'm not bailing anyone out. Avoid excess alcoholic beverages and keep your friggin' pants on!"

Qac said, "No problem on my part. Me and Jada are going to check out the cultural stuff they have here. You gentlemen have to watch your own asses."

Seth, Amalric, Merton, and Vyossae, Duke of the Black Katanas, crossed their hearts and promised.

As the women watched them go, Jada whispered, "My ass........."

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Qac and Jada wandered back towards the center of the city, marvelling at the simple, yet ornate, style of buildings. "Sort of a cross between the simplicity of ancient Nippon and the decadence of Parisian Art Deco." Jada was an amateur architect, well-known for her designs of the capitol of Xeraph, Ravennii.

"Yes, and the shops with all the clothing designs are marvellous. Rivalling Ravennii itself. Although, the general theme of Matsuri's
sense seems to be 'less is more'. Which I'm sure the men here appreciate."

Jada nodded. "Your're right, Qac. Although if you think about it, we have to keep the beasts interested. They are basically non-domestic and so they are constantly on the prowl."

"Agreed, but it is for that very reason that they are inherently not monogamous that would make them notice us at all. And so the eternal game continues."

"Game indeed. Men are so stupid that they don't realize that they are the eternal losers in the game. As long as they're fed and laid, they happily continue to play."

They came to an immense building of mottled grey marble indicating it was a museum of some sort. "My language translator tells me that this is an art museum. Shall we?"

Qac and Jada disappeared into the vast interior of the museum, unaware of the disaster brewing across town where the men were enjoying a few adult beverages.....

[Neptunvia]

“How’s it going?”

All eyes turn on to the two. Then back at eachother.

Chaim's: Ladies! welcome to the party! Where actually getting started and where just about to eat the main corse! Please, Sit sit.
Chaim's snaps his Fingers at Jess and points to the backroom where the 4-foot lobster is being held.
Chaim's: You two look lovely! Can I get your names?
Before the two can answer, you notice that the lady sititng beside Chaim's is starting to flinch a little, and then blurts,
Mariel: That one's Hilda, and that Ones Lissy, oh, and there NOT twins, there a thing.
Chaim's: Oh, REALLY? been late at night doing your RESEARCH Mariel?
Chaim's announced in a really Aggressive tone.
Mariel: Oh come on White! They can Read mind to! I read the reports! there's no point in trying to hide anything anymore!
Chaim's sat down and Stretched his arms and Squized her hand.
Chaim's: Well, Ladies, this is my Secretary who can read minds and can do a lot of other, Physic Phenomena, And this as you know, Is general Kane.
Kane: Nice to see you on such a Momentous Acetoin!
Suddenly, a "Cowboy in an Admiral Uniform" walks into the Room with a Giant lobster
Jess: Ma'am or should I say, Ma'am's, I am Jessy Blake, Admiral of Neptunvia and I will be the one providing you with this Delicious, Four foot Neptunvian Lobster, Aswell as Shark Dipping Sause, and Limon-Lime Twist fruits.
Jessy took a bow and then Sniffed the food.
Jess: You know, this lobster was caught on my flagship, Which Reminds me of a time and my buddy Roger, He had this missive Lobster boat, and he converted it into a makeshift battleship to help the Ukrainians and whatever, But the coast guard tried to stop him, so he went to court and...
Chaim's: Jess, You should think about Writing a book on your Child hood, I bet it would be the Most intresting thing in human existence. Now, Lets eat.

[Kuroluce]

As the lobster is set on the table, Lissy leans forward in her seat. “Oh, now THAT is spectacular. Please don’t mind if I take a little piece of the tail…ah, of course you don’t. You want some too, right, Hilda?”

“If you don’t get that on my plate immediately, I’m going to jump onto the table,” she deadpans, straight face broken by only the tiniest hint of a smile. “Thanks,” she says when she is served. A short way into eating, she takes a brief sidelong glance at Lissy, and back down at herself.

“…Warm down here.” Hilda pulls off her sweatshirt, carefully and deliberately as to not hike up the simple but elegant black dress she’s wearing underneath. “That feels much better…”

“I’ll say!” Lissy remarks. “You look absolutely lovely~”

“When those words come out of your mouth, they’re a statement of pity,” Hilda replies. “Or something like that. What I’m trying to say is you look nicer. And I know what you want to say to that, but let’s not start this game.” It’s more words than usual from the shaper who’s very slowly letting her guard start to drop. The food helps — it’s absolutely delicious. Still, she lets Lissy lead the small talk on their end.

“So you’re a mind reader, hm? We went fishing with a mind reader. Sweet little girl.”

“She couldn’t read minds,” Hilda corrects. “She closed that eye. But she was fun.” With a pout, she adds, “better fisher than me by a long shot.”

“Maybe we could go fishing on their flagship at some point, huh, Hildie?”

“…If you like.” She’s fully focused on the lobster by now, thoroughly enjoying her share of the succulent meat.


Elsewhere…


Del and Addy are surprised. Almost taken aback, at how no one has seemed to mind their presence or appearance. Sure, they get a few looks, but it turns out the Midori district has its own fair share of unusual people.

“Many of the same religions that the humans of our Earth practice,” Addy observes. “But no equivalent, it seems, to the worship of shapers. Hmmm.”

“I wonder which gods walked among mortals in this universe,” Del wonders. “It would be their equivalent of shapers.”

Their somewhat bizarre theological discussion continues amongst the throngs of people passing. At one point a young girl with antlers gestures in their direction, excitedly telling her mom that they’re “kids like me!” Her mom corrects her, saying that people come in all sorts of shapes, and that they are the same height as one Chimata Akagi, the Crimson leader herself. Witnessing the exchange, Del and Addy share some synthy chuckles.

“That shrine appears to be the biggest one,” Addy says as they continue on. “Shall we investigate?”

“I would like to find out more about it,” Del agrees. The two of them pass under a red torii gate and into the Akagi Jinja.

[The Eliksni Unity]

Variks walks through the Murasaki layer, taking in the grand designs. He's not used to such large celebrations of other traditions or religions, but he is keen to watch and observe the people go about their beliefs. He walks with his second, Liter, unarmed, who isn't elated by the layer. Variks understands this, "Liter my friend, what is with you today?" Liter stares off into space, his eyes floating over the locals, "Our faith is rooted upon failure, Variks. Our own divine power has left us, abandoned us for Humanity, and here lies another Humanity, celebrating their traditions happily." Variks glanced over at Liter for a moment. He could feel the shame wash over him, and he could practically make out Liter crying, or was he just imagining this? "Do not feel jealous, Liter. It is because of our struggle that we are here. The Houses have reunited and the Kells are at peace once again. Our history may have been rooted in the hatred of ourselves, but we must use the lessons our past has taught us to make a better future for ourselves. True judgment lies in how we choose to move forward." Liter considers Variks remarks. He is right. He's always right. "I'm sorry Variks, I shouldn't have been so naive." Variks chuckled, "You do not need to apologize. It is simply a lesson to remember." Variks thought for a moment. Perhaps we can share our struggle with the people, voice our people. Maybe then Liter may truly understand. "Liter, let's send word to the officiators of this festival, perhaps we can share our story and culture in a hosted event. How does that sound to you?" Liter's eyes widened, elated by the idea. He remained calm, "Yes, Variks." They went off to find a post office and delivered a small letter to the chairwoman:

Salutations fellows,

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Variks, the Loyal, Kell of the House of Judgment, and an enthusiastic guest of your festival. I would first like to thank you for inviting us to this momentous occasion. It has enlightened my view on Humanity and has brought forth new thoughts in my views of the universe. I would very much enjoy sharing part of my culture in the Murasaki layer. I have many stories to tell, and quite the legends to regale. I will await your answer while enjoying the festivities within the Murasaki layer.

Variks, the Loyal

Liter and Variks excitedly watched and rejoiced with the locals in their traditions. Meanwhile, in deep space, Eramis boringly watched over Variks, making sure he was safe from harm. "He's never going to need help, you know."

"And yet here I am, watching..."

"How about we relax, and watch the stars pass by us."

"Sure."

"Yes! How pleasant."

Eramis walked away from the displays and guided herself to the lounge, where she laughed and happily rejoiced in the new Union with her friends. A new chapter begins in the Eliksni history.

[Crimson Tree]

Chimata Akagi, the Crimson leader herself.

OOC: Poor Chimi has to see so many people get her name wrong. It's "Chisana."
Also I will respond to Tinhampton soon, I've been pretty ill the last few days

[Alpistan]

Chimata Akagi, the Crimson leader herself.

OOC: Poor Chimi has to see so many people get her name wrong. It's "Chisana."
Also I will respond to Tinhampton soon, I've been pretty ill the last few days

OOC: ah hope u get better

Nasir leaves the mosque and sees Chisana as he walks to the Orenji Turkish rstauirant.

[Laasmistan]

"Hello. Kon'nichiwa." President Hadya Amrani repeated the greetings back to herself before stepping into the Matsuri Arcology. After several attempts she decided that her Japanese still bore many imperfections, but was passable. At the very least she knew that her hosts would appreciate the effort made, one that she frequently partook in whenever she was on a diplomatic mission. She had even lost count of the amount of greetings she had learned specifically for such occasions. Tonight, though, she had come with a different purpose - a purpose far more casual.

Outfitted in a colourful and traditional abaya, paired with a solid colour hijab, Hadya appeared somewhat out of place among her hosts. It immediately became evident to passersby that she was indeed a foreigner. To those who knew of her presence and purpose, though, everything about her appearance practically screamed "Laasmistan". She began to wonder when, surely within minutes, the Press would begin hounding her with the inevitable questions - at least now they were willing to give her space to breathe as she sat down for the dinner, the grand affair that she had initially been invited for. Across the tables she recognized familiar faces, diplomats and leaders from the world over. Many she had encountered in her own missions, and some she had even become friendly with. She faced the representatives of Alpistan in particular and gave them a quick "salaam" before continuing her own business.

[Royal Frankia]

DKS Immortal Vreizh and her sisters arrived near the system from whence the message had come. The warships of the Great Dread Fleet had been dispatched from Sejanus, a daughter of Arkhana. It was believed that, given the need to prostelize, such was required.

Besides, borderdom had gripped the higher castes of Sejanus who did not toil as those of the Old Citadels. They were more inclined to cultural deviation, with only the Faith maintaining the heart of the Law so far removed from the Dread Scepter.

Dux Eucrates vra Norvek traced his descent to the Children of the Fire, who had risen at the One's command. Others hinted of a Talestrian-Austrasian union, some thousand cycles before the present. It did not really matter, titles and lineage were means more to distinguish individuals than hint at possessing actual power. Even Royal Blood, the blood of the Soversign of Sovereigns, was widespread amongst the Commons.

The shuttle, upon obtaining permission, descended rapidly. There were few markings, save for the Ram's head with eyes that had brought upon dread to those that defied the Light. It seemed to glow a light green, as the craft readied itself to disembark the embassy.

The Dux was dressed in rainment of Evergeeen, with a golden Ram brooch at his neck. It seemed to glimmer as made his way down the shuttle. His Companions had dressed in more traditional attire. Simple, yet functional, and meant to provide comfort on the present world.

They brought no arms, for their word was Law from one end of the Cosmos to the other. Around their necks was the holy star, surrounded by Divine Fire that burned ever bright. Green eyes stared at their new surroundings, noting the alien architecture and any cities nearby.

This was a culture shock, for the surface of worlds was considered sancrosanct. That and being hard to defend, if the enemy should gain orbital superiority. Dux Norvek conjured legions in his mind, the Greenclad, who could likely add yet another province to the Realm Eternal and adopt such as a Daughter of the One.

Vra Norvek spoke eloquently, a nasty habit of the higher castes when dealing with foreigners.

Sala, may the One smile upon this world and grant it neverending prosperity! We, the Children of the Most High, wish to take part in this celebration of high learning and those good things that the One hath given to all her Children. The Sovereign of Sovereigns would be with us, were he not distracted with distant wars against brigands that know not the Law....

Aboard our ships are wine from Austras, may it awaken the mind. We have brought herds of the golden lamb, from the rolling hills of Arkhana. Holy and wise men have come, across our holdings within NS-1, to aid in the conversion of those that the One hath chosen.

Sala, Atkana, Sala! Yet we are weary and request accoodation in one of your residences.

[Crimson Tree]

OOC: I'm being a pretty bad host rn
I'll try make a big post soon-ish to catch myself up, sorry for the delays

[The Eliksni Unity]

OOC: I'm being a pretty bad host rn
I'll try make a big post soon-ish to catch myself up, sorry for the delays

OOC: All good! We understand

[Neptunvia]

“…If you like.” She’s fully focused on the lobster by now, thoroughly enjoying her share of the succulent meat.

Jess: Oh Come on boss! You gotta let em fish on the flag ship with me and bubba! Also, ladies, We have some Shark Fin Dippin Sause, Its really good, and best part is, a Shark wasnt even harmed in the Process. Well, Kinda, Its not a complicated process to understand, However, I feel like we can talk about that later.
Chaim's: Well, Jess, Your not even really suposed to be fishing on the flag ship, however, if we want, Maybe we can get on my yacht and go fishing.
Jess: Oh heck yeah! this is going to be the most exciding fishin trip we've ever been on!
Chaim's: Also, That comment about the Mind Reader, She can do Alot more than that.
Kane: She- She can?
Chaim's: Marial, Show'em.
She pointed her finger towards two glass bottles. They lift up and start dancing around the table, eventually stoping at the Center, at which point they bolth open, making a heart, and going back in there respective Bottles.
Marial: And THAT is how you serve a drink.
Chaim's: I was thinking more on the lines of Just lift a fork, but, I guess that's cool too. These are our latest line of soda products, Quarts, and Dark Cherry, the taste testers said drinking quarts was like, and I quote, "Meeting god when you drink it." and when they drank Dark Cherry, They said he started to recite dark poatry, So, I think where in for a nice surprise from our R&D Department. I just hope President Amrani can make it for this, she particularly likes our sodas.
Chaim's Stairs at the Hilda and Lissy for a minute.
Chaim's: Oh! I should Probably tell you about the guests that are coming! We'll, We should be having the Good doctor coming over, but you know her already, and then The Pres of Laasmistan coming over, I know her from another party that involved a Neptunvian Pomagranet, but thats a whole nother thing, and then, We should be having the King of Zetho over.

[Neptunvia]

OOC: I'm being a pretty bad host rn
I'll try make a big post soon-ish to catch myself up, sorry for the delays

OOC: hang in there, Illness sucks, I would know, I was sick a bunch of times. But seriously, Take your time, and get well soon!

[Kuroluce]

Chimata Akagi, the Crimson leader herself.

OOC: Poor Chimi has to see so many people get her name wrong. It's "Chisana."
Also I will respond to Tinhampton soon, I've been pretty ill the last few days

Ah. Haha. Whoops……that’s what I get for not opening another tab to double check.

Anyway, please get well soon!

[The Eliksni Unity]

Variks very much stood out from the crowd. He was old, dressed in winter clothing, and very much partially robotic. Not by choice. His four eyes glowed behind his bulky helmet, and only his head wasn't absolutely covered in clothing. His arms were pretty much robotic, and his hands were plastic prosthetics, simulating his real hands, with the same functions. Liter had been mostly lucky to keep himself mostly organic, keeping his arms, and one leg, his other leg being robotic. Variks and Liter would walk around the Murasaki layer, and people would stare, but Variks wouldn't mind. At times he would smile and put on a little story for them. Sometimes he would tell Liter to allow the children piggyback rides, running around through the wind. It was the first real joy Liter had experienced throughout the trip thus far. Variks watched on as Liter would enjoy the company of the locals, and watched further as the people grew more and more charismatic with him and Liter. A small peace, one Variks could rejoice in for a while. He need only wait for correspondence from the chairwoman. He was patient, he had been patient for his whole life. A little letter couldn't harm Variks. Besides, he had Liter to keep him company.


Variks, the Loyal

[Crimson Tree]

OOC: ugh
I think I can finally respond in a bit. Thank you for your patience

[The Eliksni Unity]

OOC: ugh
I think I can finally respond in a bit. Thank you for your patience

OOC: no prob bob

[Zeatho]

A man walks in the room. His clothing is tattered and he looks on edge, almost like someone is constantly watching him… He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket and reads it “Hello everyone, I’m a representative of Zeatho! For security reasons, and other reasons that I cannot discuss, the king and queen of Zeatho will not be joining us in person. They decided to send me instead. Forgive me if I’m late”

[Neptunvia]

A man walks in the room. His clothing is tattered and he looks on edge, almost like someone is constantly watching him… He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket and reads it “Hello everyone, I’m a representative of Zeatho! For security reasons, and other reasons that I cannot discuss, the king and queen of Zeatho will not be joining us in person. They decided to send me instead. Forgive me if I’m late”

Chaim's white walks over the man in tatherd etire, and sips a Glass of quartz soda.
Chaim's: oh! Well, that's quite unfortunate. Please do come in, where having a giant lobster and shark fin dipping sauce.
Jess: do you need to sit down? You look pretty on edge...

[Kuroluce]

A man walks in the room. His clothing is tattered and he looks on edge, almost like someone is constantly watching him… He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket and reads it “Hello everyone, I’m a representative of Zeatho! For security reasons, and other reasons that I cannot discuss, the king and queen of Zeatho will not be joining us in person. They decided to send me instead. Forgive me if I’m late”

“Charmed,” Lissy says. “We’re the mistresses of Kuroluce, but don’t let that intimidate you. It’s great to have more company…Hilda, what are you doing? Leave some of the lobster for the humans, okay?”

“I forget that some folks do need to eat,” Hilda says in her usual monotone. She moves to investigate Neptunvia’s exotic soda selection. “I’m grabbing a quartz, want one?” It’s a subtle but noticeable difference when she addresses Lissy; her voice regains a timbre almost approaching normal.

“Oh, that sounds great!” Lissy says.

[Sons of Liberty]

The Sons of Liberty's Exiled Organisation known as Human Rights Movement. There is 13 members arrived unnoticed the group leader Sandra Janes is looking for the Matsuri Arcology organizer their plan is to organize dinner with foreign wither human rights activists and with a United Nations Representive. Sandra and her group started moving towards the Orenji Layer.

[Crimson Tree]

The Free Land of Crimson Tree
Encryption Level: Low

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To: Variks the Loyal
From: Joni Cottontail
Subject: Thank you for your letter

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Hi there Variks!

Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with an impromptu election campaign. We'd love for the Eliksni to host an event here! We'll even fund it for you. Introducing extraterrestrial cultures to the Matsuri Arcology sounds like an amazing idea!

Party on!
Joni Cottontail

[Zeatho]

Chaim's white walks over the man in tatherd etire, and sips a Glass of quartz soda.
Chaim's: oh! Well, that's quite unfortunate. Please do come in, where having a giant lobster and shark fin dipping sauce.
Jess: do you need to sit down? You look pretty on edge...

The man looks for a chair and sits down. He stares at the food and doesn’t say a word.

[Feudal Italia]

A letter from Italia (don't ask me how it traversed the multiverse)

To the Lady of house Cottontail,

Word of a festival celebrated between realms has reached the Empire of Italia. The Imperial Council has decided to organize a wrestling match for every able-bodied man and woman, if the Crimson Tree would have us. The idea is that people would challenge each other for a one on one wrestling match. Everyone, no matter land of origin, would be allowed to participate. Weapons would not be permitted, and neither would be the use of teeth and nails. As the Steward of Italia, I, Serene Doge Salvestro, was put in charge of the event. I believe the Orenji layer would be best fit for an occasion like this.

Yours sincerely, Serene Doge Salvestro of Venice