The Tourists in Smoya II (IC, Semi Open)

[Smoya]

OOC: Signups.

IC: Today was the day many tourists would be coming to Smoya from around the world. It was a bright sunny day, when Smoyan Airlines flights were departing for the world...

The reason why so much tourists would be coming is because this was the time of year the weather was great and awesome things were happening throughout Smoya. Because of this, more exursions were set for the tourists. Smoya City, the nation's second largest city, was getting many tourists. Monopville has the highest pop. and is getting more tourists by the day.

The tourists have got on their flights. The adventure has just begun.

[Sovjetia]

In Allez airport Sokolov entered the large plane it was almost completely empty except for two other women he sat down in his seat and immediately pulled out his laptop and pulled up a map of his destination

[Magna Industria]

Prince Hubert was the heir to the throne of the combined kingdoms of Magna Industria, he had just had a magnificent wedding to Lady Amelia of Bowlshire and was about to go on their honeymoon to the city of Oceanview which, he had been assured by his staff, was a charming place, if they were wrong he'd probably have something unpleasant done to them... but as pleasing as that though was, he turned his attention to the crowds that lined the streets to see him off to the airport how they loved him! how they adored him! they must be heartbroken that he was leaving them for a whole two weeks, never mind though, the common people were hardy folk and should be able to cope without him.

When he and Princess Amelia arrived at the airport, his luxury airship, the skylark was waiting to take them away to Smoya. It would take them a whole day to reach oceanview and he would have to travel with all his servants, but when they got there, he was looking to his first holiday in months.

[Krjder]

Kristaan Wijkhsaar sat in his seat in business class. He had worked hard this year in the Imperial Foreign Office. As the Secretary to the Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs he had worked all year, after working hard, he was going to play hard.

[Smoya]

In Allez airport Sokolov entered the large plane it was almost completely empty except for two other women he sat down in his seat and immediately pulled out his laptop and pulled up a map of his destination

"Hello, the plane will be departing in 1 minute," spoke the captain. Quickly after, the plane lifted up into the sky. "We will arrive in Smoya in 4 hours."

Soon a flight female attendant, rather happy, walked up. "Welcome. Would you like anything to drink?"

[Smoya]

Prince Hubert was the heir to the throne of the combined kingdoms of Magna Industria, he had just had a magnificent wedding to Lady Amelia of Bowlshire and was about to go on their honeymoon to the city of Oceanview which, he had been assured by his staff, was a charming place, if they were wrong he'd probably have something unpleasant done to them... but as pleasing as that though was, he turned his attention to the crowds that lined the streets to see him off to the airport how they loved him! how they adored him! they must be heartbroken that he was leaving them for a whole two weeks, never mind though, the common people were hardy folk and should be able to cope without him.

When he and Princess Amelia arrived at the airport, his luxury airship, the skylark was waiting to take them away to Smoya. It would take them a whole day to reach oceanview and he would have to travel with all his servants, but when they got there, he was looking to his first holiday in months.

As they got on board, they were welcomed by the flight staff. "Welcome aboard. We hope you enjoy your flight," said a young female attendant and winked. She smiled and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"

[Smoya]

Kristaan Wijkhsaar sat in his seat in business class. He had worked hard this year in the Imperial Foreign Office. As the Secretary to the Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs he had worked all year, after working hard, he was going to play hard.

"Welcome aboard!" Said the captain cheerfully into the microphone. "We will arrive in Geo in 6 hours. In the mean time, enjoy your flight!"

Shortly after he was greeted by a male attendant. "Hello! Is there anything you need?"

[Magna Industria]

Prince Hubert was the heir to the throne of the combined kingdoms of Magna Industria, he had just had a magnificent wedding to Lady Amelia of Bowlshire and was about to go on their honeymoon to the city of Oceanview which, he had been assured by his staff, was a charming place, if they were wrong he'd probably have something unpleasant done to them... but as pleasing as that though was, he turned his attention to the crowds that lined the streets to see him off to the airport how they loved him! how they adored him! they must be heartbroken that he was leaving them for a whole two weeks, never mind though, the common people were hardy folk and should be able to cope without him.

When he and Princess Amelia arrived at the airport, his luxury airship, the skylark was waiting to take them away to Smoya. It would take them a whole day to reach oceanview and he would have to travel with all his servants, but when they got there, he was looking to his first holiday in months.

As they got on board, they were welcomed by the flight staff. "Welcome aboard. We hope you enjoy your flight," said a young female attendant and winked. She smiled and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Yes" replied Hubert "Bring us some Champagne and don't disturb our cabin for the next hour, it's time to celebrate" he paused "apart from you perhaps" he said to the young female attendant, looking her up and down.

[Smoya]

As they got on board, they were welcomed by the flight staff. "Welcome aboard. We hope you enjoy your flight," said a young female attendant and winked. She smiled and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Yes" replied Hubert "Bring us some Champagne and don't disturb our cabin for the next hour, it's time to celebrate" he paused "apart from you perhaps" he said to the young female attendant, looking her up and down.

The attendans nodded and went to get champagne. The female smiled at Hubert, and gave him a smile. She received the champagne and handed it to him. "Hi," she said with a grin.

[Sovjetia]

In Allez airport Sokolov entered the large plane it was almost completely empty except for two other women he sat down in his seat and immediately pulled out his laptop and pulled up a map of his destination

"Hello, the plane will be departing in 1 minute," spoke the captain. Quickly after, the plane lifted up into the sky. "We will arrive in Smoya in 4 hours."

Soon a flight female attendant, rather happy, walked up. "Welcome. Would you like anything to drink?"

Vodka please he said not even looking up as he had now pulled up a video game and was playing it

[Aurora Confederacy]

2AM, Valeria Port Aurora, Smoyan Airlines check in desk,

A young female, a bit scarred from an assault, pulling a rather bashed up case thanks to its last outing with Trans Polar Airlines in one hand, and holding a rucksack over her other shoulder, Robbie Greenwood makes her way to the counter, her face showing signs of discomfort thanks a pair of amputations that were a result of the same vicious assault that left her with scars on her face, all for an i-pod!. Arriving at the que, Robbie dumps her rucksack on the belt and then lifts her small suitcase onto the same belt, then looks at the check in agent as she pulled out her travel documents.

"heya, Robbie Greenwood, I believe I have a flight to Smoya City..."

Robbie, after handing the travel documents to be checked used her hands to steady herself on the counter structure, for she feels like she is likely to topple over as her legs, both amputated above the knee and so require hinged prosthetics don't give her a reassuring feel, so mentally she thinks she is going to fall over even though the mechanism in the legs knee joints are designed to hold her steady whilst standing.

"...I believe its an aisle seat as well, I do hope it is, and one with a little bit of extra legroom, something lacking on TPA coach class"

The strip of hair that comprises her hair style, mostly shaven except for one strip down one side slips down, so Robbie flicks it back up again, only to watch it fall back again, this however slightly annoys her, however its nothing a bit of hair spray won't cure.

[Calizorinstan]

0900 hours

Gate 16A

San Diego Airport

Fredrick Martin, a tall and handsome man at 6'4, athletic build, the quarterback for the San Diego Bronco, Calizorinstanian Football team, brown haired and blue eyes, settled down in his first class seat aboard Smoyan Airlines flight 514 to Smoya City. He smiled warmly as he stretched in his recliner. He saw a smiling, pretty brunette flight attendant approach him, with her twinkling blue eyes, asked him if he wanted a drink. "Do you have any cranberry juice?" He inquired.

[Krjder]

Kristaan Wijkhsaar sat in his seat in business class. He had worked hard this year in the Imperial Foreign Office. As the Secretary to the Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs he had worked all year, after working hard, he was going to play hard.

"Welcome aboard!" Said the captain cheerfully into the microphone. "We will arrive in Geo in 6 hours. In the mean time, enjoy your flight!"

Shortly after he was greeted by a male attendant. "Hello! Is there anything you need?"

"Yes please, could I have a sparkling water and some pretzels please?"

[Slafstopia]

Lev arrived at the airport in a repurposed tank. It was a lot easier to drive than a regular car, considering he was missing three fingers, and - if he was honest with himself - he liked how odd it was. The government's Military Recycling Commission was really making life awesome three ways from Sunday.

Lev Ulricha was the nephew of the current Slafstopian leader, Sashka Vyhovsky. He had grown up in hard times, as had everyone of his generation and almost every generation before. Ever since the Lerse-Slaf Conflict, the Communist Defense Party had dictated the country. But now they were three people, a few crackpot voters, and a leader locked in a strait-jacket. He had always been interested in politics, but there was no chance in him getting a seat before the place became a syndicalist anarchy.

He pulled up outside Cryholm International Sea/Airport, outside Floe Lagoon, and got into line, waiting for all the safety tit-tat that was necessary for a short flight. The lines were fairly short compared to busier airports in other countries, but they still took what felt like hours. He eventually reached the check agent.

"Lev Ulricha. Slafstopian citizen. Departing, Smoya City," he said dully, uninterested. They exchanged papers, a smile always on the check agent's face. Lev felt a bit bad for not smiling, since politeness had become a tradition over the past 350 years of settlement in Slafstopia, so he tossed the woman a 2.00 fleece note with a beaming (but obviously fake) grin.

It was only about half an hour and he arrived on the plane. He took his seat. All seats in Slafstopian planes were the same - no special treatment for those who could afford it. Nevertheless, they were all rather comfortable, and he found himself sinking into the cushions.

[Smoya]

"Hello, the plane will be departing in 1 minute," spoke the captain. Quickly after, the plane lifted up into the sky. "We will arrive in Smoya in 4 hours."

Soon a flight female attendant, rather happy, walked up. "Welcome. Would you like anything to drink?"

Vodka please he said not even looking up as he had now pulled up a video game and was playing it

"Yes sir. I'll be back shortly," she said and walked off. After a couple of minutes she returned and handed him the vodka. "Enjoy!" She said.

[Smoya]

2AM, Valeria Port Aurora, Smoyan Airlines check in desk,

A young female, a bit scarred from an assault, pulling a rather bashed up case thanks to its last outing with Trans Polar Airlines in one hand, and holding a rucksack over her other shoulder, Robbie Greenwood makes her way to the counter, her face showing signs of discomfort thanks a pair of amputations that were a result of the same vicious assault that left her with scars on her face, all for an i-pod!. Arriving at the que, Robbie dumps her rucksack on the belt and then lifts her small suitcase onto the same belt, then looks at the check in agent as she pulled out her travel documents.

"heya, Robbie Greenwood, I believe I have a flight to Smoya City..."

Robbie, after handing the travel documents to be checked used her hands to steady herself on the counter structure, for she feels like she is likely to topple over as her legs, both amputated above the knee and so require hinged prosthetics don't give her a reassuring feel, so mentally she thinks she is going to fall over even though the mechanism in the legs knee joints are designed to hold her steady whilst standing.

"...I believe its an aisle seat as well, I do hope it is, and one with a little bit of extra legroom, something lacking on TPA coach class"

The strip of hair that comprises her hair style, mostly shaven except for one strip down one side slips down, so Robbie flicks it back up again, only to watch it fall back again, this however slightly annoys her, however its nothing a bit of hair spray won't cure.

As Robbie entered the plane, things were going well in the cockpit. "Captain, we'll be arriving in 6 hours and 10 minutes at this rate!" Said an attendant and smiled. "Good. Better than expected, considering there's a storm near Wayne Island."

After minutes, the plane lifted off the ground into the sky. It flew over the airport then fled into the sky.

Shortly attendants began explaining that you could watch movies on your seats. Not that long after an attendant asked, "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

[Smoya]

0900 hours

Gate 16A

San Diego Airport

Fredrick Martin, a tall and handsome man at 6'4, athletic build, the quarterback for the San Diego Bronco, Calizorinstanian Football team, brown haired and blue eyes, settled down in his first class seat aboard Smoyan Airlines flight 514 to Smoya City. He smiled warmly as he stretched in his recliner. He saw a smiling, pretty brunette flight attendant approach him, with her twinkling blue eyes, asked him if he wanted a drink. "Do you have any cranberry juice?" He inquired.

"Yes we do," she said and blushed. "Welcome aboard. We'll be in Smoya in 3 hours and 30 minutes."

[Smoya]

Lev arrived at the airport in a repurposed tank. It was a lot easier to drive than a regular car, considering he was missing three fingers, and - if he was honest with himself - he liked how odd it was. The government's Military Recycling Commission was really making life awesome three ways from Sunday.

Lev Ulricha was the nephew of the current Slafstopian leader, Sashka Vyhovsky. He had grown up in hard times, as had everyone of his generation and almost every generation before. Ever since the Lerse-Slaf Conflict, the Communist Defense Party had dictated the country. But now they were three people, a few crackpot voters, and a leader locked in a strait-jacket. He had always been interested in politics, but there was no chance in him getting a seat before the place became a syndicalist anarchy.

He pulled up outside Cryholm International Sea/Airport, outside Floe Lagoon, and got into line, waiting for all the safety tit-tat that was necessary for a short flight. The lines were fairly short compared to busier airports in other countries, but they still took what felt like hours. He eventually reached the check agent.

"Lev Ulricha. Slafstopian citizen. Departing, Smoya City," he said dully, uninterested. They exchanged papers, a smile always on the check agent's face. Lev felt a bit bad for not smiling, since politeness had become a tradition over the past 350 years of settlement in Slafstopia, so he tossed the woman a 2.00 fleece note with a beaming (but obviously fake) grin.

It was only about half an hour and he arrived on the plane. He took his seat. All seats in Slafstopian planes were the same - no special treatment for those who could afford it. Nevertheless, they were all rather comfortable, and he found himself sinking into the cushions.

"Welcome aboard!" Shouted the captain. "Glad to have you on Smoyan airlines. We will be arriving in Smoya City in 4 hours and 45 minutes."

The attendants began walking around, and finally a blonde female walked up to Lev. "Welcome," she said and smiled. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

[Slafstopia]

Lev smiled at the flight attendant - the fact he had woken up much too early and was rather irritable was fading away, being soaked into the comfy chair cushions and ignored.
"Yes, could I please have some fruit pierogi and a hot chocolate? If that drink could come with froth and marshmallows too, that would be magnificent. Thank you," he said, bowing his head slightly to the attendant. Niceness was so common in Slafstopia, Lev barely even thought about bowing.

[Smoya]

The girl grinned and nodded. She was pleased with his kindness.

After a couple of minutes, she returned. "Just how you requested it," she said and handed it. "Anything else?"

[Calizorinstan]

0900 hours

Gate 16A

San Diego Airport

Fredrick Martin, a tall and handsome man at 6'4, athletic build, the quarterback for the San Diego Bronco, Calizorinstanian Football team, brown haired and blue eyes, settled down in his first class seat aboard Smoyan Airlines flight 514 to Smoya City. He smiled warmly as he stretched in his recliner. He saw a smiling, pretty brunette flight attendant approach him, with her twinkling blue eyes, asked him if he wanted a drink. "Do you have any cranberry juice?" He inquired.

"Yes we do," she said and blushed. "Welcome aboard. We'll be in Smoya in 3 hours and 30 minutes."

"That's no problem. May I have your name miss, I would like to write Smoyan Airlines, recommending your service already. You are well mannered, prompt and very polite." Fred said smiling.

[Sovjetia]

Vodka please he said not even looking up as he had now pulled up a video game and was playing it

"Yes sir. I'll be back shortly," she said and walked off. After a couple of minutes she returned and handed him the vodka. "Enjoy!" She said.

Meh" he said popping it open drinking half of it

[Smoya]

"Yes we do," she said and blushed. "Welcome aboard. We'll be in Smoya in 3 hours and 30 minutes."

"That's no problem. May I have your name miss, I would like to write Smoyan Airlines, recommending your service already. You are well mannered, prompt and very polite." Fred said smiling.

"Thanks," said the girl with a grin. "My name is Christina. Call me Chrissy," she said with a smile.

[Smoya]

"Yes sir. I'll be back shortly," she said and walked off. After a couple of minutes she returned and handed him the vodka. "Enjoy!" She said.

Meh" he said popping it open drinking half of it

The attendant walked off. A nearby man was watching him play the game. "Hey, what ya playing?"

[Sovjetia]

Meh" he said popping it open drinking half of it

The attendant walked off. A nearby man was watching him play the game. "Hey, what ya playing?"

"Scram scum" he said in a harsh tone