(This is a roleplay for residents of the Feloux region only. Unless you are a resident of Feloux, please refrain from posting here.)
Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building
Libertad, Coursa
10:30 local time
“Yes Mr. Premier, I understand. An international state dinner… for those governments in the Feloux region only.”
“100,000 pesos?…uh, yes sir, yes, that will definitely suffice! Of course, of course! We will have the finest champagne and the finest cuisine of the whole country there for you and your guests.”
“Yes, Mr. Premier. I’ll get in touch with them immediately. We’ll have it done as soon as possible. Thank you.”
The man standing at the desk placed the phone back in its set with a clack, scrawled a few notes onto his notepad, and then picked the phone back up and called his secretary.
“Juanita? Yes. Pass this invitation on to the telegram office, to be sent to all nations in the Feloux region. And call a construction crew. We have a lot of work to do.”
Bahia de Cortez
Isla Menor, Coursa
The next day
The hammers pounding nails and the buzz of power saws and the backing up of work trucks and the clang of metal piping fitting together were all deafened by the roar of the crashing waves just a hundred feet down the beach. The workmen, paid in full the day before by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, were building a wooden platform for the state dinner right on top of the beach’s pink sands. First, they came through to bury concrete pilings, then they placed steel supports inside. On those supports they laid a frame, upon which the wood floor was planked across. Lastly came the wooden railings and the white paint, which covered every surface.
By the end of the hard day’s labor, the colorful blue and yellow canvas tenting rose above the platform, protecting it from sunburns and rainstorms. The workmen left by three o’clock, their trucks heading for the nearest bar. Throughout the evening, they would be replaced by caterers and cooks, waiters and waitresses, and ushers and decorators. Furniture and decorations came by the truckload, round tables and their accompanying chairs were interspersed about the floor, with a bar counter placed on one end of the platform and a stage with a microphone on the other. Audio engineers worked well into the starry night, setting up cords and speakers while the bar was stocked and the tables decorated with their tablecloths and silverware.
It was only one night to the dinner. The invitations had been sent the week before. The cooks were buying up the ingredients for their dishes in bulk, preparing to cook the courses the next morning. In the San Juan Naval Base, the 1st Carrier Group made its preparations to set sail at dawn. Libertad International Airport called its extra air traffic controllers, tested its instruments, and prepared for a flotilla of foreign planes.
Premier Juan Tomas Martinez in his office in Libertad prepared in his usual fashion- with a bottle of whiskey and a box of cigars.
