Wagain Presidential Independence Ball (Invite only)

[--Wagondia--]

Emily could feel the excitement running through her blood as the car sped down the streets of Santa Catalina. Today was Wagain Independence Day, the most sacred of all Wagain Holidays. She had been chosen to host the main event o the day, an International Ball to celebrate Wagondia's 189th birthday. She adjusted her Deep Green Gown, looked to her left, and smiled to her husband, President Edward B. Mackenzie. He wasn't wearing a Tuxedo- that wasn't very common with Wagains. Instead, he was wearing a black suit with one of his many ties. Emily then looked to the seats in front of them, where the Vice President and the First Maiden, his wife, were sitting. The Vice President wore a White Button Down, and the First Lady wore a Long Yellow Gown. Emily then turned to the window, and watched the Beautiful Scenery as she went over the Ball in her head. It was going to be a grand occasion, where Delegates from dozens of countries would come to celebrate the great Nation of Wagondia. They could arrive via Air (Jose Lutzenberger International Airport), Sea (Swamp Arbor Yacht Club), or Rail (Woodlawn Station). At each stop, a Mercedes Mclaren
would be waiting to drive them to the ball, located at the Presidential Estate Itself. At First, there would be a reception, where Delegates could interact, take a stroll in the gardens, or explore the general area. The more sporty types could also swim in the Presidential pool, go bowling in the underground Bowling Lane (where a Ping Pong set was also set up), Play Horseshoes in the Front, Go Horseback Riding or listen to music in the back, or go watch a game of Soccer at nearby Nascimento Stadium. After this, there would be a great Banquet, where Delegates can eat as much as they like. During the Banquet, there would be several speeches about the occasion, and then Dessert would be served. After Dessert, there would be a Parade outside, followed by an Aerobatics Display and Fireworks. To finish off the celebrations, The delegates would stay in Presidential Suites overnight, before having a delicious Breakfast in the morning, and then would be sent home. Some Delegates might even want to stay longer to explore Santa Catalina. Emily could not wait for the Festivities to begin, and hoped the Delegates would arrive soon.

[Kalaspia-Shimarata]

Thank You for inviting us. Our President, Emporer (we have an optional empire system where if people don't like the Emporoi, they can elect to be a republic, hence the president), foreign minister and head of state are in the airoplane and are expected to arrive in the next 15 minutes. They have each requested that the sovenier shop at Jose Lutzenberger International Airport be open so they may purchase a gift. We look forward to thi ball and hope this strengthen diplomatic ties between our countries. If this all goes well, we shall invite the diligates of your nation

[--Wagondia--]

The Souvenir Shop will be open, and we thank you for coming.

[Cybus1]

Thank you for your invitation! Logan Nance and Kate de Veris will be attending and are on their way currently.

[Belfras]

The Kingdom of Belfras,
Isn Deslen International Airport

"We'll be in the air within the hour, your Majesty." The pilot passed, bowing his head at the prompted moment. The King was lounging aboard his personal plane which itself was sitting on the Tarmac. A strategy airlifter ahead of it taking off and heading to the Kings destination - Onboard sitting the personal motorcade.

"You always look so relaxed." Catherine jestered "Don't you get nervous about these things?" They were alone, for now, in what could be termed as a luxurious penthouse near the front of the plane. Toilets, bedrooms and two rather secretive rooms - The 'Egg Chamber' and the 'Void'. The Egg Chamber, as suggested, was home to a giant egg-shaped escape pod capable of holding five officials as well as the King himself while the 'Void' was a heavily insulated room for incredibly private high-profile discussions.

"Of course I get nervous." James laughed, looking at the television. "If you meet anyone who says they never get nervous then they are liars. I've just learned how to hide it." he gave a sly smile, "It's not that huge a thing - Just turn up, smile and shake a few hands. Try to think of it as the summer get-togethers for the Oswald day celebrations."

Cockpit..

"This is flight Nine-Seven-Four, changing callsign to 'Belfrasian Crown'. Standing by for clearance on runway two-four for direct flight." The pilot muttered, "Requesting query on Belfrasian Airforce flight Hotel-Tango-Forty-Forty-Two on identical flight plane."

"Nine-Seven-Four Belfrasian Crown, Airforce flight HT-4042 is Three minutes out of IDI and on flight path."

"Belfrasian Crown copies." The pilot muttered, then turned to his co-pilot "Status on the escorts?"

"Four Sparrowhawks are waiting at Lynsen. Their plan seems to be to have droptanks and a refuel tanker meet us halfway their. Lord knows what they'll do if we get into a firefight in the middle of the ocean, they wont have fuel to make it to land in either direction."

"Suppose we'll have to get out and help 'em push." The primary pilot chuckled, then went to talk to the passengers. "This is your Pilot speaking, we are fifty-eight minutes from liftoff and the escorts been arranged to meet us well before we leave airspace. Wind conditions all along the route are favorable and should give us a comfortable flight."

True to his word, after an hour the plane rolled down the runway and soared into the skies. Its wheels tucking away like a birds legs would into its feathers. After a while the Sparrowhawks joined the plane and as a group they proceeded to power their way toward Wagondia.

[Nalaya]

"Where the hell is everyone?" Anahid said, pursing her lips and looking up at Hravad from the Wagain correspondence. He could already see her brow starting to furrow with irritation as she tried to think of who to send and no name came up. "Someone has to attend this thing--it's very good of Wagondia to even invite us. We haven't had the chance to talk to them yet, so I won't turn down the chance."

"Siran is in Ganosia. Rehan and Irikah are on leave and disturbing them would probably cause Rehan to demolish half the countryside with her hands, not to mention the lovely Princess's anger. Juliana is in Motokata. You know very well where Arin is. Alexan and our charming Ganosian Ambassador are absent without official leave at this moment, and you know how much work he has on his desk right now. Khosrov is tied up in conferences about the war with Periodspace," Hravad reminded her gently. He cleared his throat. "If I may make a suggestion?"

"By all means." Anahid crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, assuming a judicial expression.

"If I may remind you, we do have two T’yeknatsu. Juliana may be busy, but last I heard, Marshal Karapetyan had nothing better to do with her time than blow craters in the test range and leap out of whorehouse windows."

"Inna? You want me to send Inna?" the Protector of Nalaya stared at Hravad like he'd grown a second head. "I love her to pieces, yes, but I don't think she would fit in well in Wagondia. Or anywhere other than Yeraskh, honestly."

"It is a party," Hravad pointed out. "Besides, I think Karapetyan can conduct herself appropriately if she's reminded pointedly that she's making a first impression for Nalaya."

"I certainly hope so." Anahid straightened up and took out a sheet of paper, writing down orders. "Is it Lieutenant Sahakian who's on courier duty in Yeraskh? He's the religious nut, isn't he? Ancestors..."

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The bar was suddenly overcome by a sort of quiet horror as Sahakian stepped in. Everyone knew him, even in the worst red light districts of Yeraskh--he was the kind of man armed with pamphlets and the fires of his God, who had a special sixth sense for when people were home and ignoring him. Most of the patrons were suddenly overcome by an urge to hide behind a couch. "Marshal Karapetyan, I have a message for you. I have spent all day scouring the dens of sin and iniquity for you," he announced loudly, glaring fiercely at several of the men here as though he could purge their sin through ocular intensity.

Inna groaned. "You know, Lieutenant Washpot, the words 'no offense' could have been added to the end of that sentence," she said, standing up and going over to snatch the orders from him. "Let's go outside. I think you're making everyone nervous. One of those men just tried to hide behind the bar, and he was just asking for directions to Sevan."

Sahakian's nose wrinkled slightly when they stepped outside. "Perhaps General Vaneni is sending you to a place where you can repent for your lifetime of wickedness and reject Satan." He caught the slight twitch at the corner of the Marshall's mouth and added, "No offense?"

Inna put on her officer's cap and tucked the orders away in her pocket. So, Wagondia is it? Suits me. She gave Sahakian a smile. "Now, now, Lieutenant. This is no time to be making enemies."

[Dizyntk]

The Royal Long Range Transport, a smaller version of the DK-32 space plane, came to a stop at the end of the tarmac. Feyalisa unfastened her safety harness and stretched.

"I really hate the descent stage of this thing." she said to her security officer.

"It isn't as bad as wearing these gowns." the security officer, Virathea, replied.

"I do not know, I rather like them." Feyalisa stated while looking over her emerald green dress.

"Easy for you to say, Your Highness. you do not have to worry how you are going to fight while wearing yours." Virathea double checked that all of her weapons were where she could easily get to them, more or less.

Feyalisa's bonded mate, Michael Christopher gave Feya a kiss and then said to Virathea, "There should not be any trouble. We are here for a party after all."

"It is my job to expect trouble." Viarthea retorted.

Feyalisa sighed, "I suppose it is, Virathea, but please try to enjoy yourself a little bit. Please, for my sake."

Virathea nodded, "As you wish, my Princess. I will, for your sake, enjoy myself a little."

"It looks as though they have a car already waiting for us." Michael stated as he looked out of the opening door.

"Then it would be impolite of us to keep them waiting." Feyalisa said. She then walked gracefully down the steps and towards the waiting vehicle with Micael and Virathea following in her wake.

[--Wagondia--]

"Where the hell is everyone?" Anahid said, pursing her lips and looking up at Hravad from the Wagain correspondence. He could already see her brow starting to furrow with irritation as she tried to think of who to send and no name came up. "Someone has to attend this thing--it's very good of Wagondia to even invite us. We haven't had the chance to talk to them yet, so I won't turn down the chance."

"Siran is in Ganosia. Rehan and Irikah are on leave and disturbing them would probably cause Rehan to demolish half the countryside with her hands, not to mention the lovely Princess's anger. Juliana is in Motokata. You know very well where Arin is. Alexan and our charming Ganosian Ambassador are absent without official leave at this moment, and you know how much work he has on his desk right now. Khosrov is tied up in conferences about the war with Periodspace," Hravad reminded her gently. He cleared his throat. "If I may make a suggestion?"

"By all means." Anahid crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, assuming a judicial expression.

"If I may remind you, we do have two T’yeknatsu. Juliana may be busy, but last I heard, Marshal Karapetyan had nothing better to do with her time than blow craters in the test range and leap out of whorehouse windows."

"Inna? You want me to send Inna?" the Protector of Nalaya stared at Hravad like he'd grown a second head. "I love her to pieces, yes, but I don't think she would fit in well in Wagondia. Or anywhere other than Yeraskh, honestly."

"It is a party," Hravad pointed out. "Besides, I think Karapetyan can conduct herself appropriately if she's reminded pointedly that she's making a first impression for Nalaya."

"I certainly hope so." Anahid straightened up and took out a sheet of paper, writing down orders. "Is it Lieutenant Sahakian who's on courier duty in Yeraskh? He's the religious nut, isn't he? Ancestors..."

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The bar was suddenly overcome by a sort of quiet horror as Sahakian stepped in. Everyone knew him, even in the worst red light districts of Yeraskh--he was the kind of man armed with pamphlets and the fires of his God, who had a special sixth sense for when people were home and ignoring him. Most of the patrons were suddenly overcome by an urge to hide behind a couch. "Marshal Karapetyan, I have a message for you. I have spent all day scouring the dens of sin and iniquity for you," he announced loudly, glaring fiercely at several of the men here as though he could purge their sin through ocular intensity.

Inna groaned. "You know, Lieutenant Washpot, the words 'no offense' could have been added to the end of that sentence," she said, standing up and going over to snatch the orders from him. "Let's go outside. I think you're making everyone nervous. One of those men just tried to hide behind the bar, and he was just asking for directions to Sevan."

Sahakian's nose wrinkled slightly when they stepped outside. "Perhaps General Vaneni is sending you to a place where you can repent for your lifetime of wickedness and reject Satan." He caught the slight twitch at the corner of the Marshall's mouth and added, "No offense?"

Inna put on her officer's cap and tucked the orders away in her pocket. So, Wagondia is it? Suits me. She gave Sahakian a smile. "Now, now, Lieutenant. This is no time to be making enemies."

As Emily was busy doing paperwork, Caroline, the Vice President's Wife, strolled over to the Nalayans. "Hi, nice to meet you!", she said, extending her hand to Anahid. "Thank you for attending this party. You are free to do what you wish until the banquet starts.". She smiled and waited for any questions the delegates might have.

The Royal Long Range Transport, a smaller version of the DK-32 space plane, came to a stop at the end of the tarmac. Feyalisa unfastened her safety harness and stretched.

"I really hate the descent stage of this thing." she said to her security officer.

"It isn't as bad as wearing these gowns." the security officer, Virathea, replied.

"I do not know, I rather like them." Feyalisa stated while looking over her emerald green dress.

"Easy for you to say, Your Highness. you do not have to worry how you are going to fight while wearing yours." Virathea double checked that all of her weapons were where she could easily get to them, more or less.

Feyalisa's bonded mate, Michael Christopher gave Feya a kiss and then said to Virathea, "There should not be any trouble. We are here for a party after all."

"It is my job to expect trouble." Viarthea retorted.

Feyalisa sighed, "I suppose it is, Virathea, but please try to enjoy yourself a little bit. Please, for my sake."

Virathea nodded, "As you wish, my Princess. I will, for your sake, enjoy myself a little."

"It looks as though they have a car already waiting for us." Michael stated as he looked out of the opening door.

"Then it would be impolite of us to keep them waiting." Feyalisa said. She then walked gracefully down the steps and towards the waiting vehicle with Micael and Virathea following in her wake.

When Louis, the Chauffeur, noticed the Delegates descending from the plane, he drove over and opened the door for them. "Welcome to Wagondia!" he said, with a slightly French Accent. " I will be driving you to the Presidential Estate.". He gestured inside and said "There is much to do while we drive. You may watch T.V, listen to Radio, Read, or have a snack. There is Champagne, Sparkling Cider, and Water in the Side Compartment, and Hot Muffins are already inside. If anyone would like chocolates, Here is the Box.". He handed them a Purple and Brown Box filled with Swiss Chocolates.

[Premislyd]

The train ground to halt as it pulled up to the train station just inside the heart of Santa Catalina. Viktor Koslov, Senoir Sovietnik of Foreign Affairs, waited patiently at the front of the train. The Czarina and Deputy Premier walked out of the Czarina's room, both dressed in near identical pearl-white cocktail dresses. Viktor shuddered, thinking about what the pair had done in the room aside from getting ready. The Czarina and Deputy Minister, Veronika Maximova, walked up towards Viktor, their high heels clicking on the panel flooring of the train.

"Your excellency, Deputy Premier" Viktor said, bowing his head in their direction as he straightened his tie.

"Starshii Sovietnik" they replied in unison, returning the bow.

The trio then walked down the steps and into the limousine that had pulled up in anticipation for their arrival. Viktor opened the door as the two ladies entered. Once they were situated, Viktor got in his seat and shut the door. The black limousine drove off down the street, the Imperial Flag's fluttering in the wind as the limo zoomed down the cluttered street.

"It's been what, 3 years since we were last here Viktoriya? In that show for what's his name's Jungle Collection" Veronika said to Viktoriya as she smoothed out the creases that had formed when she sat down in the seat.

"Was that the show when Elena got bitten by that vampire moth?" Viktoriya asked back to her as she took a sip from the crystal glass filled with water.

"Oh yeah, I remember that, she was delirious for the rest of the trip" Veronika chuckled. The remainder of the trip was uneventful as the limo coasted down the streets until they got to the place of festivities. The Imperial Honour Guard had previously arrived and stood precariously waiting. The limo pulled up and two attendants opened the door. Viktor was the first to get out, followed by Veronika and the lastly by Viktoriya. They stood around, not wanting to interrupt any of the conversations that were already progressing, but rather waited for others to come to them.

[--Wagondia--]

The train ground to halt as it pulled up to the train station just inside the heart of Santa Catalina. Viktor Koslov, Senoir Sovietnik of Foreign Affairs, waited patiently at the front of the train. The Czarina and Deputy Premier walked out of the Czarina's room, both dressed in near identical pearl-white cocktail dresses. Viktor shuddered, thinking about what the pair had done in the room aside from getting ready. The Czarina and Deputy Minister, Veronika Maximova, walked up towards Viktor, their high heels clicking on the panel flooring of the train.

"Your excellency, Deputy Premier" Viktor said, bowing his head in their direction as he straightened his tie.

"Starshii Sovietnik" they replied in unison, returning the bow.

The trio then walked down the steps and into the limousine that had pulled up in anticipation for their arrival. Viktor opened the door as the two ladies entered. Once they were situated, Viktor got in his seat and shut the door. The black limousine drove off down the street, the Imperial Flag's fluttering in the wind as the limo zoomed down the cluttered street.

"It's been what, 3 years since we were last here Viktoriya? In that show for what's his name's Jungle Collection" Veronika said to Viktoriya as she smoothed out the creases that had formed when she sat down in the seat.

"Was that the show when Elena got bitten by that vampire moth?" Viktoriya asked back to her as she took a sip from the crystal glass filled with water.

"Oh yeah, I remember that, she was delirious for the rest of the trip" Veronika chuckled. The remainder of the trip was uneventful as the limo coasted down the streets until they got to the place of festivities. The Imperial Honour Guard had previously arrived and stood precariously waiting. The limo pulled up and two attendants opened the door. Viktor was the first to get out, followed by Veronika and the lastly by Viktoriya. They stood around, not wanting to interrupt any of the conversations that were already progressing, but rather waited for others to come to them.

Emily had finished the Paper work and rushed to the new Delegates. "Hi, There, Welcome to Santa Catalina!". She Smiled and handed them a map. "You'll need this if you wish to explore the city. I suggest taking the Metro system, It's the quickest way around town. If you aren't the Adventurous Type, you can stay here and do a wide range of Activities. In just about one hour the Banquet will begin. Have Fun!"

[Premislyd]

Emily had finished the Paper work and rushed to the new Delegates. "Hi, There, Welcome to Santa Catalina!". She Smiled and handed them a map. "You'll need this if you wish to explore the city. I suggest taking the Metro system, It's the quickest way around town. If you aren't the Adventurous Type, you can stay here and do a wide range of Activities. In just about one hour the Banquet will begin. Have Fun!"

"Hi, I'm Viktoriya Devyatova, Czarina of the Imperial Union" Viktoriya said to Emily while bowing. "That is Deputy Minister Veronika Maximova, and Senior Councilman of Foreign Affairs Viktor Koslov" She continued, motioning her hand to the respected people as she said their names.

Veronika took the map, folded it, and placed it inside her purse.

"Thanks" said Veronika to Emily. She studied her for a few moments, watching her bustling about the preparation for the ball. She seemed to be some sort of odd combination of excitement and nervousness, either from inexperience or just from the atmosphere of the facilities. She then made her way back to the Czarina and Viktor.

"What did she give you?" Viktoriya asked, reaching for her small black purse that was slung on her shoulder.

"Just a map of the city... apparently it's called Santa Catalina now" Veronika replied to her, fishing for the folded piece of paper in her purse.

"Santa Catalina? Better than the old name of the city. Anyways, don't bother with the map, I still remember the city pretty well from that 2-week long show" Viktoriya said in a calm and friendly tone. The trio walked off back into the limo and drove off to some place

[Cybus1]

A young attractive teenage girl with brown hair and blue eyes, as well as wearing a blue skirt and a matching blue shirt,holding a camera that looked more like a Victorian relic than the state of the art device it was and a holographic pad that looked like a book of parchment stepped off the train carriage and was telling a porter not to damage her microscope and books. She was followed by a Cyberman who looked as though it was in desperate need of recharge or motor oil,who was then followed by Logan Nance who was lugging another one of Kates trunks. They got in the limo waiting and drove off.

[Nalaya]

As Emily was busy doing paperwork, Caroline, the Vice President's Wife, strolled over to the Nalayans. "Hi, nice to meet you!", she said, extending her hand to Anahid. "Thank you for attending this party. You are free to do what you wish until the banquet starts.". She smiled and waited for any questions the delegates might have.

Inna laughed. It had been a long flight from Nalaya since she'd gotten her orders from Sevan. "You mistake me for my superior, I think," the Marshal said, taking Caroline's hand and giving her a slight bow. "General Vaneni is held up in Sevan. She will not be attending. I am Marshal Karapetyan of Nalaya, current representative of the Protectorate. At least, until we find someone with a fancier hat. It is a pleasure to meet you. Congratulations on your country's 189th year of independence; I hope that someday we'll catch up to you."

She was looking forward to this business. It was an excuse to have a good time, albeit in a very formal and probably stuffy way. And they'd made her take a civilian plane, too. The Marshal had expressed her displeasure in no uncertain terms. Damn first class's champagne! An airplane was meant to be flown, not floundered. But after you pulled enough sharp banks, anything else started to feel very boring.

Her dress uniform was a dark forest green, tailored to fit well. The top button was undone so her white undershirt was showing, and Inna somehow managed to look stylishly disheveled even in her uniform. She had aviators perched on the top of her head.

If someone wanted to draw a caricature of an Airforce zoomie, they could have used Inna Karapetyan as the quintessential model.

[Siddall]

Namaru Throne of Siddall again had a very pleasant and uneventful flight. All in all a very enjoyable experience. He alighted the executive jet into the warm afternoon of a very pleasant Wagondia. He looked cool and elegant in his white suit, though someone unfashionable it did not detract from the fact this middle aged gentleman was debonair and stylish. his smile lit up his rather tanned face, he was handsome in a rakish sort of way, his eyes almost black in colour were a strange feature but still they managed a mischievous twinkle. His was the face of an aristocrat, it was a mix of all that was deemed noble in a man, his frame was muscular, though that of a runner rather than a body builder or fighter, his movements were languid and precise.

He held a mahogany box in one hand and a silver topped ebony cane in his other. His eyes took in everything around him, his smile fell upon the Wagondians as they approached.

[Larbitius]

William Stormer, the Larb Minister of Foreign Affairs, stepped out of the helicopter and purposefully strode towards the limousine. His bodyguards were old friends from his days as an elite paratrooper. They relaxed in the back of the luxurious limousine as it sped towards the party's venue.
"So, uh, what are you guys doing here?" said the driver, also a veteran. "Bet Logan's back to look at the art."
"Yep", said Logan, "I don't really travel for any other reason, to be honest."
Finally, the car arrived. William's trench coat just avoided dragging along the ground as he walked to the entrance, a bottle of absurdly high value held in one hand.

[--Wagondia--]

Namaru Throne of Siddall again had a very pleasant and uneventful flight. All in all a very enjoyable experience. He alighted the executive jet into the warm afternoon of a very pleasant Wagondia. He looked cool and elegant in his white suit, though someone unfashionable it did not detract from the fact this middle aged gentleman was debonair and stylish. his smile lit up his rather tanned face, he was handsome in a rakish sort of way, his eyes almost black in colour were a strange feature but still they managed a mischievous twinkle. His was the face of an aristocrat, it was a mix of all that was deemed noble in a man, his frame was muscular, though that of a runner rather than a body builder or fighter, his movements were languid and precise.

He held a mahogany box in one hand and a silver topped ebony cane in his other. His eyes took in everything around him, he noticed with a small frown the Cybus aircraft. Quickly dismissing it as a minor annoyance his smile fell upon the Wagondians as they approached.

The second Driver, Armando, pulled up in front of Mr. Throne. "Welcome to Wagondia! He said, opening the door. It is a lovely place, and I hope you have a great time.". As Mr. Throne stepped in the limo, Armando began to drive down the streets of Santa Catalina, making sure to take the scenic route. On one side of the road was Temperate Rainforest, with old Spanish Colonial Buildings and Cathedrals on the other side of the road. Once they had arrived, Armando said Goodbye and signaled Caroline, who came over to greet Mr. Throne. "Hello Sir, thank you for coming!" She said, smiling. " I hope your Flight was Pleasurable, and I of course hope that your stay at the ball will be fun as well. Do you have any questions?"

William Stormer, the Larb Minister of Foreign Affairs, stepped out of the helicopter and purposefully strode towards the limousine. His bodyguards were old friends from his days as an elite paratrooper. They relaxed in the back of the luxurious limousine as it sped towards the party's venue.
"So, uh, what are you guys doing here?" said the driver, also a veteran. "Bet Logan's back to look at the art."
"Yep", said Logan, "I don't really travel for any other reason, to be honest."
Finally, the car arrived. William's trench coat just avoided dragging along the ground as he walked to the entrance, a bottle of absurdly high value held in one hand.

Emily walked up to them, and greeted the Minister. "Hello, Sir. Thank you for coming! As I have heard you are Interested in art, here is a street map, that will give you the locations of all of our most famous galleries. Make sure you come back in time for the banquet and the parade, though. Have a nice time!"

[Siddall]

"Hello Sir, thank you for coming!" She said, smiling. " I hope your Flight was Pleasurable, and I of course hope that your stay at the ball will be fun as well. Do you have any questions?"

Throne gently took her hand and with bowed head brought it up to brush his lips, he inhaled her perfume with appreciation. Still holding her hand he bowed again. With a mischievous smile he answered. 'Are all Wagondian women as ravishing? Its a wonder any of your menfolk manage to get any work done with the distractions.' He let her hand free. 'I have a small gift from my nation to yours, is there any form of etiquette I should be aware of when presenting gifts'?

[--Wagondia--]

Caroline, blushing after the compliment directed towards her, said "Yes, Mr. Throne, you may hand it to the President, who is almost definitely enjoying an Agua Fresca right now.". She chuckled and gestured towards the Kitchen.

[Dizyntk]

Feyalisa exited the car after it came to a stop in front of their destination. She put her hand in the crook of Michael's elbow as he escorted her up the steps and into the building. They looked a very odd pair, she Dizyntk and he Human. It did not help that he was over a foot taller than she was. Then again it was a rare Dizyntk that was over five feet. Feyalisa barely measured even that.

"I am so looking forward to this. It has been a long time since I have been to a formal party." Feyalisa commented as they reached the entrance.

"Not since Ariarisha's coming of age party and that was over a year ago." Michael said.

Feyalisa nodded as she remembered her daughter's party. "Well let us make the most of this night then."

The three of them then entered the building.

[Larbitius]

"Off to the museums we go, then!" said William as Logan grabbed the map eagerly. "I hear the public transportation here is top-notch, so let's take the Metro."
The other bodyguards shrugged as they walked towards the nearest station.
OOC: sorry for the short post. Got some other RPs I need to do.

[--Wagondia--]

"Off to the museums we go, then!" said William as Logan grabbed the map eagerly. "I hear the public transportation here is top-notch, so let's take the Metro."
The other bodyguards shrugged as they walked towards the nearest station.
OOC: sorry for the short post. Got some other RPs I need to do.

As the Entourage walked into the Metro Station, a Transit Official walked up to them. "Hello, Sirs. Is there anything I may help you with today. Do you need any Metro Maps or Route Suggestions? If you need tickets, there are ticket booths up ahead and to the right."

[Cybus1]

By the time Logan had gotten out Kate had taken 5 pictures,and was currently admiring Emilys Dress and asked"Hello miss are there any museaums,plants,or animals of intrest around here?!?!?". Logan calmy walked up and politely bowed before gingerly kissing her hand and offering her 2 flowers-1 black and sky blue in full bloom and the other green and orange and also in full bloom. He produced from his pocket 2 small novels entitled "Raptureious dreams:The tale of the city in the sea" and another called"Black Wind" and offered them to her."I am pleased to see you ounce more madan,how are you, might I say you look splendid... But that would be an understatement."

[Samuraikoku]

Shôgun Yukimura Sanada, along with his wife Lady Esther Alakeshwara, their baby girl Princess Sakura-Ruth Alakeshwara Sanada, and a delegation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, led by Minister Nobunaga Oda himself, arrived promptly at Santa Catalina, looking at the city with a deep sense of curiosity. This festive atmosphere was very different from what they were used to seeing at their own land, but that didn't make it any less great.

Lady Esther Alakeshwara made a comment to her husband on this matter.

Lady Esther: "Perhaps in Samuraikoku, you could learn to do something like this, Yuki."

Yukimura smiled.

Yukimura: "As always, my dear, you're right. But it cannot be, unfortunately, on a solemn historical date. However, whenever there is an opportunity, we will make a similar festivity atmosphere."

Nobunaga bowed to the Shôgun and Lady Esther.

Nobunaga: "Please excuse my intrusion, Lady Esther, and Yukimura-dono."

Yukimura: "It's never an intrusion, Nobunaga-dono. Please speak!"

Nobunaga: "According to what we've been informed, there are several options to spend the day after the celebration. Perhaps you already saw the options?"

Yukimura nodded.

Yukimura: "Most certainly, yes. I'm particularly interested in seeing the soccer game, but I wouldn't like to impose."

Lady Esther: "Aw... I would like to visit the gardens of the Presidential Estate."

Yukimura: "No problem then. Let's compromise! First we stroll and spend some time there, and then perhaps there will still be time for the game. If not, then it's no problem."

Seeing the Mercedes McLaren waiting for them, the Samurai delegation were brought back to reality.

Yukimura: "But first we have to attend the priority event, the reception."

Letting Lady Esther first, Yukimura then entered the McLaren, ready to drive them to the Presidential Estate...

[Siddall]

Throne headed off in the direction Caroline had indicated, He came upon the kitchen which was obviously guarded by the Presidents Secret Service body guard. He halted and informed them who he was, one of them spoke into a lapel radio to someone else beyond, All obviously standard procedure, he allowed them access to his person as they went over him with a hand held metal detector and a professional but brief pat down of his person. He gave his cane into the safe custody of one of the polite young men and awaited the Presidents pleasure. It was his house and Throne assumed this was a private kitchen away from partying guests, therefore the President was having a moment to himself with his favorite drink.

[--Wagondia--]

By the time Logan had gotten out Kate had taken 5 pictures,and was currently admiring Emilys Dress and asked"Hello miss are there any museaums,plants,or animals of intrest around here?!?!?". Logan calmy walked up and politely bowed before gingerly kissing her hand and offering her 2 flowers-1 black and sky blue in full bloom and the other green and orange and also in full bloom. He produced from his pocket 2 small novels entitled "Raptureious dreams:The tale of the city in the sea" and another called"Black Wind" and offered them to her."I am pleased to see you ounce more madan,how are you, might I say you look splendid... But that would be an understatement."

"Thank you!" Said Emily, taking the flowers with pleasure. "I'll have to read the books at the nearest oppruntunity!". Then, she turned to Kate, and handed her the same map she had given Mr. Logan. "This will give you the location of all the major Art Galleries." She said. After writing down the address of the Santa Catalina Botanical Gardens, she tore off the sheet and gave it to them. "And here is where you will find the Gardens, and Have a nice time!" she chirped.

Shôgun Yukimura Sanada, along with his wife Lady Esther Alakeshwara, their baby girl Princess Sakura-Ruth Alakeshwara Sanada, and a delegation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, led by Minister Nobunaga Oda himself, arrived promptly at Santa Catalina, looking at the city with a deep sense of curiosity. This festive atmosphere was very different from what they were used to seeing at their own land, but that didn't make it any less great.

Lady Esther Alakeshwara made a comment to her husband on this matter.

Lady Esther: "Perhaps in Samuraikoku, you could learn to do something like this, Yuki."

Yukimura smiled.

Yukimura: "As always, my dear, you're right. But it cannot be, unfortunately, on a solemn historical date. However, whenever there is an opportunity, we will make a similar festivity atmosphere."

Nobunaga bowed to the Shôgun and Lady Esther.

Nobunaga: "Please excuse my intrusion, Lady Esther, and Yukimura-dono."

Yukimura: "It's never an intrusion, Nobunaga-dono. Please speak!"

Nobunaga: "According to what we've been informed, there are several options to spend the day after the celebration. Perhaps you already saw the options?"

Yukimura nodded.

Yukimura: "Most certainly, yes. I'm particularly interested in seeing the soccer game, but I wouldn't like to impose."

Lady Esther: "Aw... I would like to visit the gardens of the Presidential Estate."

Yukimura: "No problem then. Let's compromise! First we stroll and spend some time there, and then perhaps there will still be time for the game. If not, then it's no problem."

Seeing the Mercedes McLaren waiting for them, the Samurai delegation were brought back to reality.

Yukimura: "But first we have to attend the priority event, the reception."

Letting Lady Esther first, Yukimura then entered the McLaren, ready to drive them to the Presidential Estate...

The Final Driver, Theo, greeted the delegation from Samuraikoku. "Hello, There. I'll be driving you today to the Presidential Estate. We'll be taking the Route right through town." he said, starting the engine. The trip took only about 12 minutes, and they passed by an Interesting array of Old Portuguese and Spanish Buildings, alongside Modern and Bold Structures. Santa Catalina was often referred to as the " City which can't be described", because of It's great Diversity. After the drive, they arrived and Emily came on over. "Hello, Mr. Sanada, Lady Esther." she said, bowing. " I see you have brought quite a Delegation." she said, smiling at the other Attendees. Welcome to Santa Catalina! I know it is very different for Samuraikoku, but I hope you are enjoying it so far!"

Throne headed off in the direction Caroline had indicated, He came upon the kitchen which was obviously guarded by the Presidents Secret Service body guard. He halted and informed them who he was, one of them spoke into a lapel radio to someone else beyond, All obviously standard procedure, he allowed them access to his person as they went over him with a hand held metal detector and a professional but brief pat down of his person. He gave his cane into the safe custody of one of the polite young men and awaited the Presidents pleasure. It was his house and Throne assumed this was a private kitchen away from partying guests, therefore the President was having a moment to himself with his favorite drink.

Seeing that Mr. Throne was looking for the President, one of the guards led him into a small lounge next to the kitchen. The President was, sure enough, sipping a Guava Agua Fresca and typing on his laptop. When he saw Mr. Throne, the President's face lit up and he went over to shake his friend's hand. "How nice to see you again!" he said. "I've been working on my Horseshoes" he said with a wink. After Mr. Throne settled in one of the Armchairs, he pulled out a piece of laminated paper and handed it to Mr. Throne. "This is the Drink Menu." he said. "I can get you anything you want. If you aren't thirsty, the Pastry Chef is nearby. Care for anything?".