Georges' Dinner (IC/PMT/TG/NC ONLY)

[George spain]

Rules and jazz like that below.

Backstory:

Georges was sick. He was confined to his bed for 3 months. It wasn't looking good. Georges mental stress caused this. Georges slowly recovered, with thanks to his devoted wife. To welcome himself back to governing he has decided to call a meal.

Premise
"What's wrong Georges?"
"I'm worried about my appearance, Love. They'll judge that I like war. Scars and cuts around my face?"
"They won't... You ALWAYS look nice" Louise walked over and adjusted Georges hat. "Why not your tux?"
"Dirty, again! That blasted baby!" Louise smiled, Georges smiled too.
"You wanted it?"
"It was a mistake. Then again..."
"You-"
"Shush"
Georges grabbed her and kissed her.

Rules:

No Godmods,
Try and write a decent post,
Land at Es Magsaluf Royal Airport,
And all the other stuff...
Just to note Spain is a warm country, and very sophisticated cuisine.

[Xetronuvia]

A medium-sized jet lands in Es Magsaluf Royal Airport. The jet is purple, and gold; the national colors of the renowned Xetronuvian Empire. Before the jet even landed, people could already tell that the sudden smell of gunpowder and alcohol in the air was coming from the jet. Stairs were brought up to the door on the plane. A man emerged. A man, clearly in his 90's or even older. A staggering 7 feet tall, excluding the top hat. A beard rested on the man's face, topped with a handlebar moustache. The tall man was dressed in an all black business suit, with a bow-tie (colored the Xetronuvian colors, of course). And around his tophat was a crown (which everyone thought looked stupid). It was clear that this man was the ever-so manly Emperor Elijah M.T. Blystone the Fourth, the ruler of 14 nations under a single banner.

All eyes were glued on him, wondering what such a manly and totally benevolent ruler was doing in Spain. After a long ten seconds, the Emperor immediately turned around and vomited all over a now filthy flight attendant.

'Welp, that's the last time I drink Goobie Juice on a plane." he declared to himself. "Now where is that Georges fellow? I was told he'd be here to greet me."

[Kanadrin]

On another landing strip, a carrier would land to little to no crowd, as it's occupants preferred. The long walkway would drop from the center, between the landing gear towards the back of the plane, revealing a variety of Kanadrian guards to step out, some with guns wielded, and others to allow the National Limousine to drive out and onto the runway. Stepping out behind it in his usual military fatigues, a rather brawny and well kept man for his age of 64, Popularis David Lytheous. Still a bit drowsy, he would raise his arms to stretch... He always slept on the plane rides to George Spain. "Joseph, are you coming?" He would call back, waiting for his younger son, Secundus Joseph Lytheous. Wearing a streamlined tux with a rather rosey red tie, a hammer and sickle penant in the middle, he would rush out to join his father. "Sorry father, the guards were just giving me a run through on procedu-" "To hell with procedure. When you get old like me, they just follow you around and pray you don't say anything stupid... Now." David Lytheous would turn to the limousine, smiling in remembrance of his last encounter with the George at his marriage. Dare he say, he couldn't remember when that was... Shaking his head, he would enter the back seat as a guard would open the door, and Joseph soon after.

[George spain]

"S-" "For gods sake Crons call me Georges without a noble title!" "Ok, Georges. You need to go to meet Elijah M.T. Blystone and David Lytheous also who brought his son." "No Crons, Send someone from Guardia Real." "Georges YOU NEED TO GO!" "I bloody don't. GO!" Crons saluted Georges. Georges slammed the door. He was fed up. "Georges ?" "What On Earth is it now. Am I to watch you to sleep or the loo?" ...
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Ash (Georges' friend) was send to go and pick them up. "David!" Ash gestured him to come over. Giving the fact that the George Spanish-Kanadrinian relationship has been good through the years. Ash knew David. "Elijah!" Ash had seen a photo of him before "Get in!" he pointed to a car "I drive."...

[Xetronuvia]

Blystone had to remove his stupid crown hat thingy before getting in the car. "Step on it, I gotta piss like a racing dragon and don't wanna soil my diaper!" grunted the old emperor, who'd been cursed with having to wear old man diapers. "Is there gonna be goobie juice over there? Or hookers? Preferably both?"

[George spain]

"I have no bloody idea what that is, but it will be there." Ash got in. "We don't use speed limits. Well me AND Georges." they sped off at 74 mph. The scenery rushed past, Old buildings and new. Meanwhile "I can't take it anymore. Louise." a lone tear fell down his face. "God, forgives anyone. He chose you." Georges heard the national anthem. "Come, we seen em'". Louise and Georges walked out onto the balcony.

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