OOC Thread
Morning, Day 1 of the six nation visit
The Estrada palace was quiet as usual, security was at his all-time high, and the sun has some time to begin rising. The Palace didn't contain a usual amount of decorations, but at this time, it was crucial to impress the guests on their first visit of the nation. The area was blocked off just so that the president could have an hour of silence before he leaves for the airport.
He sat there, pondering over the remains of his furniture left from the previous administrations. The oval office wasn't much of a tidy area, considering Jim's busy schedule, and it wasn't much of a fashion statement either, with its colonial remnants still intact. He pondered over the replies from the invitations for today's summit, especially the one from Sam Philips, his long time ally. Jim blinked. How in the world was he going to work out an embassy trade, while creating a feasible free trade agreement that would fit both of them? Also, how was he going to cope with four other nations at that time, who have little, or no relations at all?
The other three nations were basically acquaintances. Jeuna, a Chinese state, was basically a superpower, and Altane, a ever-expanding empire, had in the past almost went to war over Lizardiar, where Jim was about to deploy troops to repel their colonization. His stomach lurched at the idea of Sierra Apathia at a large-scale war, considering three smaller wars which were fought on its own soil.
"Five minutes sir." said John Mae, who was halfway across the door. It was already morning. The sun's rays beamed across the room, with the room's entire set of shades automatically pulled up via an electronic motor. Jim tried to embrace it at that moment, but eventually attempted to cover his face with his own hands. He took a leather briefcase at the foot of his desk and began to walk slowly toward the door.
"Would it be a great idea to have something a bit light in the morning?" asked Jim. He was steadily approaching the end of the M-13, and slowly, the limousine began to slow down into the private airport. Niko Colleso, advisor to the president, gave a heart-warming smile and continued to type into his laptop. "What would you like actually?" he asked, typing hardly onto the keyboard. Before Jim could even reply, the limousine grounded to a halt, and by that time, secret service swarmed like ants all over the compound. Heavy security, wasn't what Jim wanted this early in the morning.
As he moved toward a small, white, modern building, Jack Iringstone, the vice president, as well as Hugh Mirez, joined the group inside. After being locked into a secluded lounge area, the three prominent figures sat on sofas, eventually having small talk before having to silently listen to what Hugh has to say. "Five nations? Jim, did you really have fun on your last state visit? How are we going to handle this?" he asked, anxiously holding his tie. The vice president eventually broke his minute-long silence and proceeded to say - "Its up to him, he always had been trying to promote the country-". A knock on the door indicated it was time to proceed to the tarmac.
Three large planes sat one by one in a row, with some of their passengers eventually coming out. Security, Jim presumed. The Garmidian plane, followed by the Almajoyan and the Altanian plane, began to move in line towards the red carpet, just like a MTV Music Awards arrival ceremony. Jim took a deep breath, and proceeded to walk towards the middle of the red carpet. A figure stepped slowly down the electronic staircase, which is a luxury in his terms, actually. Most of his state visits had to walk down a narrow fleet of steps before arriving on a soft, red strip of carpet to greet a cold, pale hand.
The figure moved slowly towards him, with their security moving in unison along with them, emerging what seems to be a hand.
