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by Greater Orcadia » Wed May 27, 2020 4:18 am
by Austria-Bohemia-Hungary » Wed May 27, 2020 11:01 am
by Teressien » Thu May 28, 2020 8:57 am
Menassa wrote:Judas continued to scan the crowd, his eyes narrowed as his head moved from side to side. I can't recognize anyone, he thought to himself. Not that it would matter, with the number of foreign nations to which Menassa was allied being rather small, it was unlikely that anyone he actually knew would be here. In addition to that, him being the head of the War Room meant that if he was to come in contact with foreign leaders it was not a pleasant situation in which he intended to remember faces.
Judas stood at six feet and seven inches tall, a veritable giant in Menassa, towering at least a head and shoulders over his peers, sometimes two heads when the hunchbacked scholars were in question, their bodies permanently disfigured from the amount of time they spent peering over books and scrolls. So much for God, 'freeing the bound' Judas often thought. so he was used to looking down on people, not the pejorative sense more in the biological reality sense, yet
With his arms still folded, he noticed that some sort of person with a tray of drinks was approaching him. "She seems rather oddly dressed," he thought to himself. Then he remembered that servitude in foreign lands often came with different entire. Whereas in Menassa you could usually tell a bondsman or a bondswoman by a certain pierced ear or a foreign slave by their gait, in other locales it was not so simple. When she inclined his head to him he grinned slightly, inadvertently flashing one of his metal teeth. Grabbing a small glass of water Judas said "That will be all for me, thank you" and then resumed peering at the crowd.
Danceria wrote:It is amazing how the most asinine things could change a person's life, nor how one may reflect on such things at a later date. Perhaps it was Lady Fortuna, or one making one's own luck, that the Dancerian met the gaze of the Hausmädchen, and then to the woman who sent her.
While Lord Vayne kept a low profile outside of Danceria, he knew very much of the Princess von Bucktend. In fact, she was on Vayne's "short list" of persons he would enjoy speaking at length with.
Ghosting across the group, the Menassan would inwardly scoff at the Dancerian from his high perch. Perhaps the long haired man looked far too effeminate for his stoutly Semitic disposition, perhaps he might recall the mixed reputation of the Greeks-Septuagint, Alexander, and John Chrysostom came from their ilk. Perhaps he, or others may note the calm almost panther-like gait as he waded through the crowds with an absentminded and practiced prowl. One who kept to heart that all war was based on deception. Or perhaps not, perhaps nobody other than the good Princess would notice the arrival of Lord Vayne.
"Madam." he began, a slight bow when addressing the woman. He knew very well who he was dealing with, but wanted to see how she would deal with him and "the game" as he would state had begun. The drink had been swiftly downed, but a servant was petitioned for some harder apple cider for the two of them "when appropriate". "I appreciate sampling the local specialty." he concluded, smiling gently at her but observing her.
New Visayan Islands wrote:Elizabeth Marie Ahn
Terrace of Jagdschloss Rehkitzsprung
At the mention of cases in Teressien, Elizabeth nodded sagely; the Confederation had seen twenty-seven cases of COVID-19, four of which ended up in death for the patients involved.
"Your Highness," Elizabeth began in response to Nela's question, "officially I'm here as the Visayan delegation; it was seen as prudent to have a coronavirus survivor sent out on international missions, and since I'm one of only two high-profile Visayan government officials who fell ill with the virus--the other is a member of our Federal Council, and she's been assigned to represent the Confederation at a different occasion next month--the Chief Justice and the Council agreed on sending me here." Which was true: Allison Sanchez, the Secretary of Finance, was the other high-profile coronavirus survivor; she would represent the Confederation in Kuronami's Winter Ball, an event scheduled for the following month.
Greater Orcadia wrote:Approching the buffet, Louise scanned it before her eyes caught sight of the professor who had the run in with the law, she then turns to Penny before turning her eyes slightly towards said professor "Is that who i think it is?" she asks Penny, picking up a plate where she then begins loading the plate up, meat in the middle, items on cocktail sticks around the edge, everything has a place and there is a place for everything as when she has finished loading stuff onto her plate you could in fact get away with photographing the plate for a food blog due to how it has been presented!
"oh yes, that professor - rebuilds a ship and gets arrested, imagine the diplomatic who-har it might of caused..." replied Penny, "...in some contries now its still an offence to fly the skull and cross bones flag". Penny also takes a plate, then holding it with her natural hand she then points to Evan what she fancies with her cybernetic limb, which thanks to the more temperate climate is actually functioning. Due to the sweat caused by the tropical heat of Port Ember, the indirect neural interface which uses electrodes in the socket to detect the biologically generated micro electric signals were not able to detect the signals they should have done, rendering the arm useless. As Penny points, Evan puts the items onto the plate, which is then handed to Evan and so Penny and Evan share off the same plate.
Greater Orcadia wrote:Louise decided to make her move on the professor as the sea and history of the sea and seafaring has been an interest of her, or more likely a passion which is no surprise as being brought up on and around luxury yachts to now working as a captain of a ferry to gain sea time to move to a cruise ship. Prior to this Louise graduated as a first officer at Southampton Marine Acadamy and before that she was at a marine college in the United States. The manner in which she is standing by the table is one that shows that Louise is a no nonsense person, even when off duty away from the ship she calls home when she is trying to relax.
Turning to the professor, she smiled "Professeur, excusez-moi monsieur..." she says, "I would like to introduce myself, Louise Lombard, captain of Atlantic Dynasty, how are you this evening?" she asks politely with an aire of curiosity and in very fluent French.
With their plates full, Penny, Evan and Nick join Louise by the professor
"Good evening" says Nick as Evan listenned on carefully, trying to catch what is being said as Penny took a sandwich off the plate
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Lillorainen wrote:Storström had nodded upon Mr. Saighead's brief explanation as to how well SDY's business was going - which he quite wasn't unaware of, especially since the major reorganization and reorientation SDY had undergone last year. It was also known, that the Lillorainian Federal Police operated 200 Corrán-class Offshore Patrol Vessels at their outpost in Nienhagen-Muerrath.
He also mentioned the Logistics business, as well as the JATRACO project, whereupon he mentioned the Railway Club of his daughter's high school, which Isla confirmed immediately.
And indeed, JATRACO was a huge thing, an El Dorado for railroad enthusiasts. For starters, JATRACO, the acronym meaning 'Janilaima Transport Corridor', was a trunk route connecting the seaports of Roefonteyn, Chaamerland, and Ulaanels, Sharulsi Khanate, thus running over the entire continent of Janilaima in east-west direction over thousands of kilometers, connecting four countries. The track consisted of six to ten parallel railways. While there had already been previous routes in Chaamerland and Saressidia which only had needed to be connected properly, the tracks in the Sharulsi Khanate and Tangrusia had required a bit more planning - especially in the latter, since Tangrusia, unlike its neighbors, didn't use the standard rail gauge of 1655 mm. Therefore, in order to avoid regauging at the borders, a completely new track with this gauge had been planned and built, as well as various new stations connecting the track with the rest of the Tangrusian railroad system properly in order to make it function. In the Sharulsi Khanate, the planning involved connections to the huge number of mining facilities all over the country, as well as a number of bridges, subways, and elevated sections in the territories known for being frequented by nomadic tribes - the part where Saran had come into play back then.
As the last section, a Tangrusian part close to the Sharulsi border, would go operational this summer, not only goods would be transported over the track, but also passenger trains, including high-speed trains mostly consisting of (you guessed it) LBB models, at least for the intercontinental express planned. But there were also Chaamerlandic, Sharulsi, and Saresside models involved, which used parts of the track to connect their own cities. Tangrusia, with said problem of using a different rail gauge, planned to regauge some of its trains, too, next to developing a new type specifically dedicated to usage on the JATRACO track.
Storström smiled. "JATRACO is quite a huge thing one could spend hours about - doesn't surprise me, that it's talked about in your school's club!" - he said. "I happen to know a high school in Luisensiel, Rigesöer, with a club similarly dedicated to classic as well as modern means of rail transportation, and I'd be surprised to not find a similar club in schools such as Vartrup."
That Storström had a son and a daughter in their mid-teens, from his now ex-girlfriend, that was well-known in public, at least within the circles dedicated to searching the Yellow Press for such information.
"As someone who grew up with the iconic yellow trams in Jillich, I can definitely relate to that ambition" - Saran Kiyat said, grinning. "I'll also never forget my first ride with an Interregio train - until then, I'd have assumed, that I would go crazy, given the high speed, but in fact, you stop noticing it once you get used to it."
"Although going with the classic ones is fun as well!" - Lauren now interjected. "I once went with a vintage train of the Visholmer State Railway, from 1905, if memory serves me right, one of Lillorainen's oldest inter-city high-speed trains still operating. From the era when 80 km/h were still considered an insane speed." She had to grin.
Upon Jirou's inquiry as to if anyone was as thirsty as he was, Heda suggested going for an Aoswoater, a term that didn't wish to ring a bell with him, but sounded promising enough to just go for it.
Shihori, who had bowed her head upon Vin's kiss on the back of her hand, now replied to Heda, "Whatever on earth an ... Aoswoater might be, it sounds quite enjoyable, so consider me aboard!"
Jirou nodded and accepted Heda's offer to link arms with him. "Then, let's go, I'd say!" As they would certainly move on in a moment, Jirou asked Heda, "So basically, you start the game, press F3 - unless you've altered the control key for the debug screen -, and march into any direction, I take?"
"And start rivalries, obviously" - Shihori added, grinning.
"Obviously so." Jirou nodded. "May I inquire as to whom you got yourself as a rival?"
Austria-Bohemia-Hungary wrote:Eiraku-no-miya Satoko Naishinnō
Satoko, the thirty one year old Princess of an East Asian Empire and eternal happy bachelorette finds herself on this early summer's occasion in the Principality of Teressien. A Central European-style plot of land about half the size of Fusō. She was not on any particular business here in Teressien beyond attending yet another foreign high society soiree and socialise, or that's what the foreign ministry guy was telling her when he forwarded the invite to her via their consulate in the Free Lands. Frankly, scheduling this one with her on firstly short notice and secondly within a week of the Anglo-Fusō Treaty Anniversary was just a little bit on the haphazard side, maybe.
Dressed in a Western ankle-length blouse and skirt assembly, and with her hair up in a typical gibson tuck, Satoko looked just about as plain and possible and with no furisode with her in the luggage this was one of the easier undertakings. Unlike a heavy furisode however her Western attire today probably wouldn't keep her warm for very long when the evening cold came, but that was a problem she'll deal with when it arrives.
A dozen minutes or so after the initial toast Satoko found herself besides the bar with her empty cup of tea demonstratively held in her left hand as she waited for refilling. She had walked past a few CEO's, other businessmen, bureaucrats, lawpersons... but very few actual persons of rank.
Like a sizeable faction of the House of Yamato Satoko didn't think too highly of banksters and their species in particular and was beginning to think that there were only bourgeoisie guests to this allegedly aristocratic party. The third cousin once removed of the Reigning Sovereign of Fusō let out an almost inaudible sigh as she gently tugged her ascot tighter. When a Hausmädchen came around Satoko gave her what she hoped was a pleasant smile and simply said: "The usual gyokuro, please."
Mina Mollinary von Lohenstein
Unlike Satoko who came in pure civil clothes, Hermina Mollinary von Lohenstein, Countess Immediate of the Holy Romangnan Empire was dressed in a sombre dark business suit, with the small decoration of the Order of the Iron Crown, second class adorning her left breast-pocket alone, and unlike Satoko Mina didn't particularly mind the oncoming evening cold. Her evening as the sole representative of the Monarchy had gone well so far, given the company they had - amongst them a few individuals which Mina would swear was from Kenmoria. Officially, the Monarchy still considered Kenmoria a barbarian realm for that little unsightly affair down Posteastan a good while ago, unofficially however Mina wasn't going to start a major diplomatic incident on the soil of a mostly friendly Central European-ish nation just for the sake of one barbarian, hell she could probably tolerate a lot more than just one tonight, given enough drinks that is.
Settling down together with her dinner of the day on one of the small tables provided, our Air Arm Major went for the quiet, disinterested look as she started on her food, having chosen to watch people mingle rather than join in herself.
by Danceria » Thu May 28, 2020 10:04 am
Teressien wrote:Naya, Prinzessin von Bucktend.
With a small hand gesture, I had told the Hausmädchen, that the gentleman could get all the hard cider he wanted - I stayed with normal apple juice.
He had downed the apple juice quite quickly, though.
"Which is quite a good idea, Sir.", I replied, "Both Dorch and Bucktend are known to be more agrarian and rural then, for example, Hammacker. It has its charme, though I must admit, that I am not too fond of liquid bread. Fruits and their juices are more my thing." I let a beat pass. "I am Naya. Who do I have the pleasure with?"
The Hausmädchen returned with an apple juice for me and a harder cider for the gentleman.
by New Visayan Islands » Thu May 28, 2020 10:17 am
by Draycora » Thu May 28, 2020 11:16 am
Alea had a lovely voice with a Greek accent. Valentine blushed faintly at the compliment.
"Thank you very much. They're jade, I bought them on a trip to India several years ago." She took a sip of her martini. "Markaa . . . is your husband the candy tycoon?"
by Kuronami » Thu May 28, 2020 5:07 pm
Teressien wrote:Princess Dschamila bint-Fadi.
I bowed my head lightly to both.
"Ah, a Lady and her Personal Handmaiden.", I said with a small smile, "I would introduce you to my faithful right hand Tariqa, but she is exchanging tricks and talking shop with the Hausmädchen."
I looked at Sirin.
"Canno...", I repeated, "You are from Kuronami, right? Clothes industry, if I remember correctly?"
I did study Economics and while the clothes manufacturing industry was not my strong suit, I thought, that I knew the name from there.
Either that or the yellow press.
Both were possible.
by Brettenwald » Thu May 28, 2020 6:24 pm
Draycora wrote:Antti & Alea - Jagschloss RehkitzsprungAlea had a lovely voice with a Greek accent. Valentine blushed faintly at the compliment.
"Thank you very much. They're jade, I bought them on a trip to India several years ago." She took a sip of her martini. "Markaa . . . is your husband the candy tycoon?"
"Oh, I've never been to India," she replied. "Oh, indeed, I am the wife of Antti Markaa, the owner of the confectionery company of the same name".
When Alea said this, it should be noticed that Greek is actually not a language spoken in Draycora.
"I have heard your last name before, but I cannot assign it exactly".
by Lillorainen » Fri May 29, 2020 4:25 am
Teressien wrote:Isla Saighead of the Tribe of Westmeath.
Dad smiled and basically left the conversation to me - I was friends with some lassies of the Railway Club and of course shared in their hobby a bit, even if horseriding was more my thing.
"For us, 70 km/h is considered a good and solid speed for a train to this day.", I said, "For the Minor Networks, that is. The Major Network, interregional trains, are usually around 120, 130 kilometers per hour. Not exactly ludicrous speeds, that's true, but it works fine. With a good book or nice company, you can spent weeks on the rails and not realize, that they are passing by."
I let a beat pass.
"Alaina is more into freight-hauling trains, though.", I said, then blushed lightly, "My apologies, Alaina Saoiste of the Tribe of Antrim is the Club's President. A nice lass."
Heda, Prinzessin von Dorch.
With my arm linked to Jirou, and Vin seriously thinking about offering his arm to Shihori, I nodded at his question: "Yeah, basically. And my rival is none other then Jida..."
"Tariqa bint-Ilia.", Vin explained with a smile, "The Mother of the Kyrenaian Sultana and formerly Ilkhana of Utica. She is nowadays engaged mostly in charity work and found a love for computer games - Schwesterherz took her as her rival after they met during a charity stream."
His smile had a certain mocking note, especially since he knew, that Jida had given a gaming magazine an interview, in which she had said, that she didn't see me as her rival, but as her apprentice...
I just hoped, that Jirou didn't know of that one.
by Kenmoria » Fri May 29, 2020 8:18 am
Teressien wrote:Alechandro Nieto.
I smiled, relieved, that I did not hurt him.
And I recognized the small talk as small talk.
"Indeed it is quite a nice weather.", I replied with my accent still in full force, "Very different from the plains of our native land." I offered my hand for a shake. "I am Alechandro Nieto, from Paísancho. This..." I motioned to the young woman at my side. "...is my daughter Cariba."
She did a small curtsy, then replied in English, which had a far lighter accent, a charming melody: "It is a pleasure, Senhor."
I smiled, proud of my daughter - and I knew, how Prince Damir felt.
by Greater Orcadia » Fri May 29, 2020 3:50 pm
by Austrysia » Fri May 29, 2020 9:34 pm
by Greater Orcadia » Mon Jun 01, 2020 9:22 am
by Draycora » Tue Jun 09, 2020 12:31 am
"Ah. Oh, that would be Teissëdre Enterprises. Global corporation. We do a lot of aerospace & defense engineering, as well as IT services like cloud storage and server hosting, cyber-defense, data encryption and cybersecurity and cyberdefense." Another sip of the martini. Excellent drinks service here, she thought. "We've also moved into super-/quantum computing and artificial intelligence." Valentine laughed. "Sorry, I shouldn't fire technobabble at you like that. It's a bad habit, I do try my best not to mix business with pleasure. Father and I are going to be in Dorch for at least the next two months negotiating the takeover of a Teressian cybersecurity firm, so I thought I'd drag him here to break up the monotony of lawyers and conference rooms. What brings you here tonight?"
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