3rd Annual CON Gala [IC | Open Invitation]

[Nedea]

OPEN TO ANY NATION

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Overview

Wow, It's Gala time already?? Boy we really can't seem to make up our mind can we? We are quite the tumultuous group of people if you ask me. However I think that's all behind us now. It's time to kick back and look back on another year of our glorious Coalition of Nations. Whether New or Unified we have a good time. Please read this whole OP to familiarize yourself with the rules and events.

The Gala has been a tradition with the great nations since its inception back on old NCON Prime where the great powers came together for a week and set aside any quarrels they had to celebrate their shared unity and friendship. Truly there is no greater act of kindness and friendship than the Gala. The host is voted upon by all nations (Though has always been hosted by Nedea) and all nations are invited! No matter what status in any general assembly, condemned, honored or otherwise. All nations are equal and are granted fair entry to the Gala.

Whether you are a native nation to NCON or are a guest from the world proper, welcome. Please, have fun, meet new people and party like it's 9.

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Location and Events

This year the host nation will be Nedea. Nedea was selected for their history of hosting the very first Gala ever and their extensive security forces. The event itself will be located at the glorious DarkHaven Executive Lodge located at Executive Plaza, DarkHaven. The Lodge is the most prestigious and grandiose hotel in all of Nedea. The entire venue is being leased out for the entirety of the Gala. All attendees will be granted lodging in the Executive suites and have full meals and amenities covered. All private forms of transportation will be taken care of as well from jets to boats, all will be handled with care with a K$ 100 billion insurance policy placed on all vehicles.

• Athretvari
• TO BE ANNOUNCED

Master of Ceremonies: Emory Payne, CEO of Harmony | Nedea
Host Nation: Nedea
Host Region: New Coalition of Nations

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Rules, both IC and OOC

IC Gala Etiquette and Restrictions.

• All Attendees from a particular nation/entity/organization or otherwise is considered the "Entourage"
• Each attendee is restricted from bringing in any weapons of any sort to the Event. The exception to this rule is any ceremonial melee weapon that has been checked in with Gala security beforehand.
• Each attendee is permitted to wear any sort of light to medium armor but it cannot be too bulky or disruptive. This is a classy event, not a place to show off your armor.
• Each Entourage may have one bodyguard with them. This guard may carry with them up to and including a small handgun, a knife and any sort of light combat armor.
• Just act classy and have a good time!

OOC Gala Etiquette and Restrictions.

• Each player is in control of his or her own entourage.
• No player is allowed to RP another player's entourage without public permission.
• No player is allowed to harm or do damage during the Event without public permission.
• A player may RP his entourage interacting with another entourage up to getting their attention or other small scale acts.

[Nedea]

Emory Payne was just signing off on a shipment of apples for the Bobbing for Apples event at the Gala when his assistant showed up.

"Mister Payne, the Gala is about to begin. We need you to finalize some of the itinerary and okay some of the Guests of Honor!" She exclaimed

Payne took a breath, fatigued from all the work setting up the Gala. Why is he even the Master of Ceremonies? Oh that's right. When Nedea was chosen for the Gala the Board voted him to host it. Payne did not care for the rest of the Board though he respected them enough to keep Nedea in one piece.

"Alright, alright! Let's get this party started then." He sighed.

Payne and his assistant walked back to the Gala floor. It was luxurious. Even if Payne was salty about having to host the Gala he wasn't going to let anyone think he was stingy with the event. In fact this years Gala is set to be the most expensive one yet. Outdoing the legendary Kredit Family even.

"I do hope we have a decent turn out this year." Payne said as he adjusted one of the napkins on the table.

Payne walked to the door and waited for any early bird guests.

[Athretvari]

Goba cursed Time. He believed her to be a harsh goddess, one that hadn’t been kind to him. Like most mortals he failed to understand her love for him.

The pain in his hip stabbed at him again and again. He shook a hand at Miso. She grabbed it gently and filled it with sparkling tablets of Libresensol and then poured him a shot of Moarfallian vodka. He swallowed the pills in a monstrous gulp of the potent liqour. His face twisted into a knot from the spirit’s bitter taste.

Quickly approaching 80, Goba Tsun was by far Athretvari’s oldest, and now entering his twentieth year in office, also its longest serving leader.

He had achieved the apex of Athretvarian civilization. Rising from humble beginnings in Volta as the son of a college professor and low-level engineer, he would go on to join the national armed corps and become a hero in its campaigns against the Curies. Soon afterward he was appointed major general of the province of Aaroni, then chancellor of the technate, and went on to assume the technate’s mantle as its Strategos, no more or less than an elected monarch, after the “sudden and surprising” death of his former mentor, the Strategos Unsus Tspeka Ku, who died from “massive coronary failure” in the middle of having a private meeting with Tsun.

Goba had weathered the political and near criminal scandal that followed. In the end he was able to use the chaos surrounding Ku’s death to confuse his opponents and secure enough support in the College of Admirals to guarantee him the strategocy. But he had paid dearly for the throne.

Phavson Ov Tsun, Goba’s eldest son had been swept up in a corruption probe connected to Ku’s massive web of corruption. Goba knew the charges false. (He knew Ku’s books better than Ku did.) But the political situation needed blood to be spilled, and none better than his own. It was the only way, Goba convinced himself as he watched his son stripped of his rank. Only two days later as he prepared to take the oath of office as stratego, he’d find out his first born was no more. He bent over in horrible cry, “Two days! I was going to pardon him in two days." He hated Time.

Miso stroked Goba’s cheek. He slowly roused out of the memory and wiped his eyes. “Are we there yet?”

Miso offered him another shot of vodka. He waved it away. “Driver says we should be there in about two minutes. Are you OK? Should we cancel?" She raised her hand ready to tap the driver to turn around and return them to the hotel.

The driver began to shout over his shoulder, “How’s the air back there? Even the best air-filters have a tough time with DarkHaven’s imfamous pink smog. Not getting nauseous are you? I can turn up the...”

“No, just get us there. Please,” Goba motioned for Miso to give him the vodka.

Goba Tsun, Strategos of Athretvari

Sauvos Ice, Foreign Minister

Ninh Jaw, Goba Tsun’s personal guard. Wearing a Shiga-Jujitsza nano-wire battle-strength suit.

Miso Luvly, Tsun’s nurse. Accompanying Tsun, but not attending gala.

[Crevane]

Deren Desra was a nervous bastard. All over the continent, all over the world he saw messed up nations and chaos. Crevane could have landed on so many other planets, but they saw Delta as a hopeful home. Oh how they wished they could refuel and leave. With Billions of people starving or praying in St. Saratoga, and the countless warring factions Ivstinian, and don't even get him started on the Athretvari, are they even human?!?
Deren saw Crevane as one of the only... normal nations on the surface of the planet, heck, he wouldn't be surprised if a race of sentient moles dwelled underground. Crevane was here to stay, however, so he knew he would need to take advantage of all the crazy and turn it into something of value.
The gala had already started, but Deren Knew it was cool to wait half an hour after it started to arrive, so he decided to wait 45 minutes, just to be safe.
"Sir, the limo is 2 minutes away, your entourage is waiting outside"
"Thanks Sharon, give me a second though if you could?" said Deren, he quickly raised an arm to see if he was sweating, he wasn't yet.
Sharon hadn't even left yet, "You will be fine Sir, have you gone over talking points?"
"Yeah, push products for Ivstinian, Make a deal with Athretvariand or Nedea on interior development and talk nice with St Saratoga and 44566-"
"46566 Sir" interrupted Sharon
"Yeah 46566, whatever"
A little more information on Deren: Only 33 years old, he is youngest Leader Crevane has ever had in all its shapes and forms in the past 3000 years. He was no baby face and was no weakling, serving 6 years in the military as a Mech-Suit Pilot. But he still needed to work a bit harder to earn the respect of world Leaders.
The Limo Arrived and Deren walked through the hotel and into the vehicle. Following him was his Officer of Finance Sir Tim Loyle, Officer of Development Erdel Swath, Officer of Relation Mary Kalhar, Inspector Ethan who is equipped with a pistol and a baton, and Sharon.

[Ivstinian]

In Ivstinian a temporary ceasefire had taken effect in honor of the Regional Gala. Each faction decided to send their own delegation to Nedea to speak with other world leaders and officials in hopes of securing aid for their cause.

"I can't believe we're going to allow those rebels to bring their traitorous ideas here to the Gala!" ,exclaimed Quintus Nero, head of the Loyalist delegation to his compatriots. "This is an event to bring the entire region together in the name peace and friendship." One of group chimed in, "but are we not going to seek war aid ourselves?" "Yes, but that's beside the point! Our cause has the most legitimacy." Driver, "we've arrived gentleman best of luck to you." The group heads inside.

Already inside and having conversations with a group of officials from other nations is head of the Corporatist faction, CEO of the largest info technology company in Ivstinian (Ivstotech) Candelius Flavius.

"Damn that man" says Strategos Tyrian Scipio of the Noble Republic delegation. "He's a master deal maker so I shouldn't be surprised he's here but that's also a bold move being the leader of his 'cause' in a vulnerable place with only 2 guards. "So do you think we should assassinate him, my Lord?" Asked one of the delegation. "No too risky. Let's worry about our noble cause and also enjoy ourselves!"

Last to arrive was the delegation of the Democratic Republic faction, Ms. Julia Quintilius being the head of the delegation. "Do you think we will get much aid here, Ma'am? I'll bet the elitist types that go to parties like this won't have time to be bothered with us commoners." "Have faith." she said with an attractive smile "there are many people here who have been friends of the Ivstinii for a very long time. Long lost cultural brethren even! They see the plight of the Ivstinii and know our cause is moral and right for our people!" She pushed open the doors and her group went inside.

[The Recon Empire]

The chief diplomat of the Recon Empire was scheduled to attend the CON Gala, and so arrived at the airport via a government plane. As usual, the mission of this visit is to open up new opportunities for the Recon Empire to the world, expanding our international friendships to region and beyond.

"Ambassador Arranfel, the limo is ready." told an attendant on the tarmac.

"Mmm, as I was saying, you know, I hear the Foreign Service is moving to another building", chattered Sir Arthur Arranfel to his staff. "The GSA recently bought Winslet Castle, I think we're moving there soon. But then again, no word on it for now."

The Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary was accompanied by foreign service staff, including

Mr Pharrell Denchy, Director-General for the Northern Affairs Bureau
Lieutenant-Colonel Edward Stark, Aide-de-Camp to the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary
Ms Kimberly Niven, Chief of Staff to the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary
and about 20 diplomatic assistants and security.

"Sir, the word is that Ivistinian, Crevane and Athretvari are attending this gala. We should get to know them. I've prepared some brief documents on the attendees. It seems their culture may not be similar to ours, it'd be good to prepare, sir." briefed Ms Niven aboard the limo.

[Crevane]

Erdel weighed the limo down. Weighing almost 350 pounds he was a mammoth and a slob. He also smelt of bad mix between a wheel of cheese and a urinal.
"Hey Driver, we need to pick something up, go take a right on Kredit street." Commanded Erdel
"Are you sure Erdel, this place doesn't seem too safe" Asked the Driver
"Don't worry ill be back in a minute" replied Erdel. Erdel hobbled out of the car and went inside a dull dark building. He came out he had two women with him and got back into the limo, squeezing inspector Ethan as he tried to make room for the new addition to the Entourage.
Deren's mouth dropped, "Erdel, are you crazy? Did you hire prostitutes?"
"Calm down Sir, they're escorts, and besides I'm not paying them, they just want to have a meal and a drink. I have good contacts here in Nedea whenever I come in"
"Do they even speak Crev?" Asked Tim Loyle.
"I don't think so.. It doesn't matter. Hey sweetie, whats your name?"
"Yes."
"They don't speak Crev" Concluded Tim.
"Keep them on a tight leash Erdel" Said Deren.
Erdel started, "Deren you cheeky-"
"Not a word!" Snapped Deren, he turned over to look at Sharon "Sharon, how late are we?"
"Fashionably late sir" replied Sharon.
"Ok, take us the scenic route, I want to wait a little longer" said Deren.

[St Saratoga]

The DarkHaven Executive Lodge plaza was under very tight supervision. They can detect threats well before they are carried out. Soon after the Ivstinian delegation arrived the guards started reporting the sound of diesel engines, a lot of them. That sounds were soon followed by a smell of burning herbs, but a sort of a more familiar, danker smell. Then came the bass, even before seeing what the source of the noise was the guards could feel it. Turning the corner to the street of the plaza came an army of multi-colored, smoke filled, acid fueled, party buses full of Saratogan college students on a spring break trip to “observe the cultures of other nations”. In the middle of the buses were 3 SUVs with the Saratogan flag attached to them.

When the convoy reached the plaza, the party buses opened their doors and windows to a flood of students, kegs, & bongs pouring into the plaza. A few minutes all the smoke detectors within a blocks radius were going off from the dank smoke that is being produced within the area. The Saratogan entourage exits the 3 SUVs and enters the Executive Lodge to roaring crowds of extremely intoxicated students.

OOC: Saratogan Delegation

• Chancellor James Chamberlain
• Lauren Chamberlain - Wife of James
• Prime Minister Jack Forsberg
• Samuel Fosberg - Husband of Jack
• 2 Security agents - Bullet proof vest, standard issue handgun