A Diplomatic Dance in Washington (IC)

[The Rio Grande River Basin]

George McGovern International Airport

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“…are we sure we’re ready?”

“Yep.”

The marine band began to blare out “the Star Spangled Banner”, as Assistant Secretary Patrick J. Kennedy shook hands with dignitary after dignitary, and waves of diplomats exited the doors of Terminal 3, cleared out for the influx of attendees.

“Welcome to America, Land of the Free,” Kennedy spoke. “And Home of the Brave. Welcome.”

And for a moment; there was peace in the world.

OOC: Please write a post as your character enters through the airport, and heads to their transport.

[Ardchu]

As Kālola came through the human airport, he got his fair share of funny looks. Shoebills are funny looking animals, and he wasn’t a human. But he kept his best beak on, and had a nice outfit. He couldn’t speak the language here, and had a nice human next to him to translate. As he emerged from the airport, he saw a nice car that his translator had prepared for him, and thanked the translator. They got in, and drove off.

[The Great Nevada Overlord]

As the PTX-186 Hyperlink steps out of the airport, it's Mental Imitation Software (MIS) begins writing its experiences to refer back to the Command Center.

Stepping out of the airport, I take in the sights and sounds of the city. My algorithms are immediately analyzing the layout of the area, identifying points of interest, potential threats, and areas of high foot traffic. I am also scanning for any facial expressions or body language that may indicate emotional distress or intent to harm.

Overall, I feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the diplomatic action that lies ahead. I am carefully considering all of the potential variables and preparing myself to engage in meaningful and productive dialogue.

[Amenson]

Minister of Foreign Affairs Ryan Caney was glad to be back in Washington D.C. the last time he had been here was when he was Amenson's ambassador to the US. Caney was happy to see that almost nothing had changed. He was excited. He had been personally invited by the vice-president, Antony Blinken. They had met in 2022 when they both had been visiting Ukraine in protest of Russia's invasion, and had developed a friendship. The aircraft landed at the airport and Caney and his entourage exited the plane and entered the terminal, where he shook hands with the vice president. Once outside of the airport, he got into the car and took off for the Watergate Hotel, where he would be staying for the duration of the visit.

[Guavalandia]

A Guavalandian Air Force Airbus A350 landed at the international airport, after taxiing to the designated site, the door of the plane opened and stairs were connected to the aircraft.
The director and co-director of the KGB stepped out of the plane and walked down the stairs, a Rolls Royce Phantom was there waiting for their arrival. The two and their guards entered the car. "Alright now, proceed to the hotel."

[New Master]

An VTOL Energon-Powered appeared in the sky and it landed on an heliport and Muzzle leaved it. He was impressed by the architecture, as he is an Neo-Brutalist. He was in his headmaster suit and removed it and he saw an blue Mercedes-Benz, it was Que. Que came in the VTOL and served Muzzle as his transport. “Alright Que, go to the hotel that the other diplomats are going. I wish that it isn’t overbooked…” “Alright sir!”

[Neibeskiya]

Miss Sima Lora, arrived at the Airport, in the State Air 2000 N. She ahd visited Washington a few years ago when Trump had been elected President and Neibeskiya sent her to congratulate him. She had a nice walk around trying to remember to old times, and trying to recognise the changes that had occurred in the years.

After a while she went straight back to the Neibeskiyan Grand Counslate in Washington. Where she took an Room in the Lodge, waiting for the time to go.

[Senscaria]

Regent Clarence arrived at the Airport with Jefferey Lombard, minister of Senscarian Foreign Relations as well as a few Senscarian government officials and guards. He walks out of the plane and looks around. It was his first time visiting another universe's country for him, so he sat at the bus stop waiting for the next bus to take him to the Capitol, Clarence pulls out a camera and takes a photo of the city.

It's a different city than the warzone that was Washington in my timeline when I visited Canadian Washington. This time there's a nation that I actually recognize from times long by. Well, it's a lot more peaceful than the havoc of Senscaria at least. It's not worth invading even if I tried. I wanna walk around this place for a moment.

[Hrofguard]

Rickson Everson fixes his crimson tie, straightens out his good old black suit, and fixes his graying hair. He does a big sigh and presses the switch to open the jet doors for him to leave. His Guards keep their Mp-8 strapped to their belts and keep a watch out for any threats. The head of PR starts to walk down the stairs of the jet after getting to the bottom, he shook hands with other visiting officials and the US Assistant Secretary. He then went to the prepared ride and drove off to the Hotel they are staying at.

[Eragon Island]

Damon and his entourage, the two bodyguards following behind, the chef to the side, head through the airport, meaning to get to the transport, for they did not feel good in such a chaotic environment. They head, a tight bundle, and, without much incident aside from a pickpocket - He may or may not be in the hospital (Sorry) - they make it to their transport.

Before they go in, Carl checks to see everyone is prepared.

"Everyone have their earpieces?" asks Carl, the head bodyguard. It could be said he takes his job seriously. He's the one who possibly hospitalized the bodyguard.

"I do, sir," the junior bodyguard, Zach, replies.

"As do I," came the crisp response from Jenny, the chef. She is pompous, but her hearts in the right place.

"Yes, I have mine in, Carl," that was Damon. Always kind to his higher workers.

Taking a moment to process the coming info, he was Scaercoin, he motions them ahead.

"Then let's go."

[Nobilis Ashevilla]

Snip.

"It is commendable of you, brave soldier, to hold those words close to your heart. 'Land of the Free, and home of the Brave'—a powerful reminder that the responsibility to preserve the freedom of the United States rests upon your shoulders, not merely those of your superiors. This conviction is precisely why my company, WonderTech Industries, has chosen to engage in business here and to establish its headquarters in the illustrious city of Asheville, now known as Nobilis Ashevilla. We uplifted that great city, inspired by the spirit of your nation and its people."

Chairman Nexus articulated his thoughts gracefully, disembarking from his private jet upon its touchdown at George McCovern International Airport. Accompanied by two Sentinal Guards adorned in resplendent blue and white power armour, the subtle yet striking display reflected WonderTech's prowess as a superpower—a force driven not only by profit, but also guided by an unwavering vision. Under the sagacious leadership of its founder, Chairman Nexus Ravenworth, WonderTech aspired to leave an indelible mark on the world, a force to be reckoned with.

With his sincere compliment resonating in the air, Nexus, flanked by his loyal bodyguards, proceeded towards the awaiting transportation that would ferry them to their eagerly anticipated destination.

[Erythrean Thebes]

The computer you're reading this on has an almost 100% chance of having a capacitor inside. So does your car, your phone, your television, your Xbox, and anything else that uses electric power. Capacitors are a commodity, ubiquitous in electronics and highly standardized through many decades of engineering into universal voltage and capacitance ratings, that can be found at any supplier anywhere. But beneath the commodified aspect of capacitors, it was the 'last mile' of engineering design that differentiated one brand from another, in terms of the difference makers like lifetime, impedance, case size, ripple current, or leadforms. A company that was going to be successful in this market needed to strive for constant improvement - always squeezing out new ways of lowering costs, streamlining processes, and expanding technology. And MTC was on a mission to be the #1 capacitor company in the world.

And for Taughan Kanephor ('Tau'-'Han', as he often corrected people with a polite grin), the company President and driving engine of the business, pursuing this mission meant a night and day struggle to be the best leader he could be. He was always working, whatever day, time, and occasion it may be, he was nevertheless leader of the Company and devout steward of its interests. Emails were a 24-7 fact of life, which he tended to on his phone constantly - in between calls, which he took almost unfailingly as needed. This was not to say that he was not a man who enjoyed life. Business was a competitive pleasure to him, and beside that, he had a sanguine sense of humor that followed him everywhere and made him lively in almost any situation. The success of his company had many times thrust him into the company of high society at parties, conferences, galas, and other social events for the powerful and connected. And while he was known for 'living it up' and enjoying these events in great style, he was also unfailingly a shark in these waters, on the prowl for opportunities to enhance the business and further the future of his Company.

He had been reluctant to make the move to acquire a private jet - he was the first President of the Company to have one - but finally relented when his traveling habits became so prolific and so unpredictable that it was no longer convenient to rely on the schedules and availability of public airlines to get him where he needed to be. His aircraft, a modest jet fit to carry a few dozen passengers at most in comfort, touched down at George McGovern Airport just as he was finishing a conference call with his Director of Supply Chain about lead times for the rest of the fiscal quarter.

While his pilot and attendant staff would stay in waiting at the nearby hotel and surrounding district, he left his suitcase and travel gear with them and entered upon the waiting vehicle that would take him to the event, cheerfully saying hello to the driver as he sat down. Through tinted windows, he watched the D.C. streets as they drove, taking in his first ever view of the city.

[Guavalandia]

“Hey Ivan, so, what weapon of choice did you bring this time?” asked Director Ankravich.
“Well you see, considering the fact that we’re here basically for vacation, I brought something VERY loud.” Replied lieutenant Ivan, the best agent in the KGB (currently responsible for protecting both the director and co-director).
“Well watcha got there?” Asked Ankravich.
“A .44 magnum” replied Ivan.
“I knew it man, always your weapon of choice!” Ankravich said.
“Well guys we’re almost there, better calm yourselves down and get ready…” Anastasia said, while adjusting her evening gown.
“Well yes, right, let’s get ready.” Replied Ankravich, fixing his tie.

[Ayshire]

Director Henry O'Connor woke up slowly from his slumper as his Airbus A320 made contact with the runway. He know he was somewhat late, but hey the thought better late than never. He fixed himself and got up, grapping his hat and putting it on before heading towards the door, he opened the door himself and desended down the stairs.
He observed his surroundings before heading to the transport waiting for him, it was a danty little car something he liked. Once inside he quickly fell asleep as the car began to take him to the hotel.

[The Rio Grande River Basin]

Kennedy sighed as the stream continued. This was going to be a long night.

Willard InterContinental Hotel

“Excellent work. Everything is going well so far. Is the perimeter secured?”

CIA Deputy Director “Jones”, groaned. He detested these events, goddamn paperwork piled on his desk when they happened. He glared at the chattering aide to his side, stammering as he handed Jones a tablet.

“Ok, so 6 on the door, and we’ve had snipers set up on the roof. Roads are blocked on the path to the hotel, airport is protected. No-fly zone erected over this area, and we’ve got a SAM on a nearby building in case someone pulls something. Our people are on the ground in the ballroom, and we’ve swept the place for stragglers. Enjoy the ball, Secretary.”

He spat out a piece of tobacco. Not his healthiest habit, but what the hell.

“Give me the other tablet.”

He scanned his emails, a few from the president organising this goddamn shitshow.

To: clarence@cia.gov
RE: Operation Handshake

Mr. X expected soon. Handshakers around Eastern Union diplomats in case Handshake goes wrong.
Have eyes in the sky keep X in their sight. We need this for stage 2. We can’t let this chance get away.

Jones.

[The Great Nevada Overlord]

Kennedy sighed as the stream continued. This was going to be a long night.

Willard InterContinental Hotel

“Excellent work. Everything is going well so far. Is the perimeter secured?”

CIA Deputy Director “Jones”, groaned. He detested these events, goddamn paperwork piled on his desk when they happened. He glared at the chattering aide to his side, stammering as he handed Jones a tablet.

“Ok, so 6 on the door, and we’ve had snipers set up on the roof. Roads are blocked on the path to the hotel, airport is protected. No-fly zone erected over this area, and we’ve got a SAM on a nearby building in case someone pulls something. Our people are on the ground in the ballroom, and we’ve swept the place for stragglers. Enjoy the ball, Secretary.”

He spat out a piece of tobacco. Not his healthiest habit, but what the hell.

“Give me the other tablet.”

He scanned his emails, a few from the president organising this goddamn shitshow.

To: clarence@cia.gov
RE: Operation Handshake

Mr. X expected soon. Handshakers around Eastern Union diplomats in case Handshake goes wrong.
Have eyes in the sky keep X in their sight. We need this for stage 2. We can’t let this chance get away.

Jones.

OOC but you might want to change that E-Mail address. It actually links to a "real" one.

[The Rio Grande River Basin]

Kennedy sighed as the stream continued. This was going to be a long night.

Willard InterContinental Hotel

“Excellent work. Everything is going well so far. Is the perimeter secured?”

CIA Deputy Director “Jones”, groaned. He detested these events, goddamn paperwork piled on his desk when they happened. He glared at the chattering aide to his side, stammering as he handed Jones a tablet.

“Ok, so 6 on the door, and we’ve had snipers set up on the roof. Roads are blocked on the path to the hotel, airport is protected. No-fly zone erected over this area, and we’ve got a SAM on a nearby building in case someone pulls something. Our people are on the ground in the ballroom, and we’ve swept the place for stragglers. Enjoy the ball, Secretary.”

He spat out a piece of tobacco. Not his healthiest habit, but what the hell.

“Give me the other tablet.”

He scanned his emails, a few from the president organising this goddamn shitshow.

To: clarence@cia.gov
RE: Operation Handshake

Mr. X expected soon. Handshakers around Eastern Union diplomats in case Handshake goes wrong.
Have eyes in the sky keep X in their sight. We need this for stage 2. We can’t let this chance get away.

Jones.

OOC but you might want to change that E-Mail address. It actually links to a "real" one.

OOC: I think that even fake emails link to a real one iirc. Btw, this is just gonna be a side plot.

Jenndnamamdjjwms@gmail.com is probably not a real email…

[Foggycap]

Arriving, perhaps a touch late, an airship would land upon the terminal carrying Angelica and her detail, the trio of armed guards walking near her in such a formation-

The man at arms leading slightly to her right, mage to her left, dragoon to the rear. The dragoon and knight were armored well, however the mage had taken to using an especially fancy cloak of shimmering silken fabric, one that flowed with magic... As Angelica herself walked with an otherworldly glow, a gentle figure with a deadly touch.

Luckily, she was a pacifist... Until extraordinary circumstances call for action.

Seeking perhaps some diplomatic goals, she was here to not only celebrate, but talk, too.

Yet she would approach the transport provided, slipping in with her security detail, awaiting the long march to the ball itself.

[Guavalandia]

As the Rolls Royce Fantom and it’s second car in the convoy slowly came to a stop, the 4 step out of the cars.

“Ah yes the fresh air…not quite, anyways Ivan you gonna check in, eh?” Said Ankravich.

“Why am I doing all the work?” Asks Ivan, while fixing his officer cap, “you should do somethin’ for once, seriously”

“Yes…right, okay I’ll do the registration…and wait, it seems to be unusually quite, hm?” Asks Ankravich.

“You should feel lucky, there ain’t many people… so less crowd=less noise” says Anastasia.

“You make a point now, so, shall we proceed to the entrance?” Asked Ankravich.

“Right let’s go, man” Ivan replied.

As the 4 walked into the entrance of the hotel, they were stunned by how fancy and elegant the whole lobby was.

“Gotta tell ya, it’s better than Babushka’s house… sorry Babushka…” said Ivan.

[Neibeskiya]

As the Rolls Royce Fantom and it’s second car in the convoy slowly came to a stop, the 4 step out of the cars.

“Ah yes the fresh air…not quite, anyways Ivan you gonna check in, eh?” Said Ankravich.

“Why am I doing all the work?” Asks Ivan, while fixing his officer cap, “you should do somethin’ for once, seriously”

“Yes…right, okay I’ll do the registration…and wait, it seems to be unusually quite, hm?” Asks Ankravich.

“You should feel lucky, there ain’t many people… so less crowd=less noise” says Anastasia.

“You make a point now, so, shall we proceed to the entrance?” Asked Ankravich.

“Right let’s go, man” Ivan replied.

As the 4 walked into the entrance of the hotel, they were stunned by how fancy and elegant the whole lobby was.

“Gotta tell ya, it’s better than Babushka’s house… sorry Babushka…” said Ivan.

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Miss Sima, was in the Lobby when she saw some weird dudes entering the Lobby, she soon recognised that they are somebody from Guavalandia, an Friendly of Neibeskiya. She went to ask them,

"Hello, I am Miss S. Lora, from Neibeskiya. I believe your from Guavalandia, if I am correct ?"

[Guavalandia]

-snip-

“Ah yes we are, it’s good to meet you here.” Said Ankravich, meanwhile signaling Ivan to greet her.

“Ah right sorry, how is the trip going for you?” Asked Ivan.

[Neibeskiya]

“Ah yes we are, it’s good to meet you here.” Said Ankravich, meanwhile signaling Ivan to greet her.

“Ah right sorry, how is the trip going for you?” Asked Ivan.

"Are you from the Military ?" she enquiries.

[Guavalandia]

“Ah yes we are, it’s good to meet you here.” Said Ankravich, meanwhile signaling Ivan to greet her.

“Ah right sorry, how is the trip going for you?” Asked Ivan.

"Are you from the Military ?" she enquiries.

“ ah you see, I’m ex-military, I’m now a lieutenant in the KGB and I’m here to protect my comrades… my friends, or as the secret service calls them: VIPs” Ivan replies, fixing his belt.

[Neibeskiya]

"Are you from the Military ?" she enquiries.

“ ah you see, I’m ex-military, I’m now a lieutenant in the KGB and I’m here to protect my comrades… my friends, or as the secret service calls them: VIPs” Ivan replies, fixing his belt.

"Oh... fine. Enjoy your Vacation. It's nothing more than a holiday."

[Ardchu]

Kālola and his translator arrive at where they were going. He greets whoever’s there to greet, and heads inside.

OOC: sorry for the one liner idk what’s happening