The Holiday Celebrations of Dashgrinaar [TWI Only, Closed]

[Dashgrinaar]

The Palace of Peace

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Dear International Leaders and Figures all across the Isles,

You are cordially invited to the Annual Dashgrinaari Holiday Celebrations, which shall take place at the Palace of Peace, 1 Royal Lane. The Celebrations shall be hosted by Her Majesty, High Queen Helen Almotyr I, and shall span from December 27 to January 5 at the Palace of Peace. We hope that you will be able to join Her Majesty and many other important figures in the region for a celebration of life, joy, and the holidays. In addition, there will be opportunities to interact with many charitable organizations through meetings and events, and you shall be able to improve the world, one gift at a time. Social events are scheduled, and shall occur on and off of the Palace Grounds, and will span a wide variety of events. A detailed schedule can be found below.

Airfare tickets, on Ienempyr International Airlines, shall be supplied if you RSVP for the Celebrations. We hope that you will enjoy your flight if you so chose, as Ienempyr International is our choice for comfort, luxury, and a fast and safe trip. Lodgings inside of the Palace shall be provided, and their locations shall be grouped by nation. The suites are fully outfitted in the Dashgrinaari style, and would comfortably fit up to four people.

The charitable and social events that occur as part of the Celebration's schedule are completely optional to attend, but we would suggest attendance. The events will be varied and plentiful, and we hope that you will enjoy yourself at the Celerations.

Best Regards and Happy Holidays!

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[Ostehaar]

The heavy, wooden walking stick gently touched the ground as President Thaamas Den Heyes exited the presidential Ford Lincoln, with the little Oster flags waving in its front. A few more of the car's doors were opened and closed as two of his personal guards paced around and checked the area. They were assured that the Dashgrinaari services would keep the place highly secured, but old habits die hard...

Thaamas looked around and smiled, knowing he can expect the next few days to be days of rest and pleasure - Not of politics and bureaucracy (not that his ceremonial position offered so much of those). The Prime Minister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs had recently returned from a diplomatic visit to Dashgrinaar, and they both told him a lot about the look of the capital, the palace, and the atmosphere of the place.

He walked through the gardens - Leaves were still a bit wet as a result of last night's dew - and entered the palace.

[Xrevaro]

Queen Sankliar arrived at the Palace of Peace with light luggage. She had brough 2 skilled guards with her and her handmaiden to carry her luggage to their room. She had her dark ruby red hair up in a contemporary french roll updo, wearing a crown of lush preserved red roses to highlight the color of her hair. Her makeup was flawless and natural, highlighting her amber eyes, pink glossy lips and evening her pale white skin. A touch of a black eyeliner and mascara intensified her eyes and her eyebrows were clean and pencilled in to look fuller. She wore a blood red mermaid dress that hugged her figure and flayed out beneath the knees. The dress had long, slim sleeves that puffed at the shoulder. The neck was covered by its high collar and two parallel ruffles trailed from the neckline down to her mid-abdomen, the buttons located between. The ivory buttons on the dress trailed from the neck down to her waist. The back of the dress was open, making a V shape from her shoulders down to her mid back. She wore long, dangling silver and diamond earrings. She walked confidently into the palace, silver heels clacking against the floor, hidden from view. Seeing the Oster president, she smiled and greeted him.
"Hello Sir Heyes, how do you do?"
Lady Bonzclár was said to be arriving as well but was facing a detour due to Winter Storm Áden.

[Jagellion]

King Lukas and Queen Kaiit drove to the Palace in their motorcade with Jagellonian flags on it. The King was wearing his usual navy blue Royal Yarmulke with a black blazer, yellow tie, black shoes, and navy blue shoes. He had a small pin on the yarmulke with the Jagellonian flag. Queen Kaiit was wearing a burgundy dress with a white silk belt at her waist. She was wearing a navy blue bow on her hair. The couple walked and greeted Queen Helen.
"It's great to see you again!" Said the Queen.

[The Pacific Peace Union]

President Antoinette came from Grace's house, she changed while she was there into her festive bright green DVF dress. Victoire's makeup was perfect yet her face appeared beautifully natural, but her eyes showed a different feeling. When she arrived she did not seem completely there, she stood by her body guards and waited for Mikl. Her dark brown locks rested gracefully on her shoulders, and she stood still like a statue, she looked almost perfect. Her baby bump was yet to be there and for Victoire that was perfect. When Mikl did arrive, 10 minutes late, Victoire seemed disappointed but smiled as she approached him. The two held hands and walked inside together, her body guards stood by the door. The couple oddly did not talk, and barely looked each other in the eyes. Victoire kept her eyes forward looking for Helen, she was excited to see her, and when the couple made it far enough they split up not saying a word.

[Dashgrinaar]

Helen had returned to her room earlier, before her guests had arrived, going up the staircase to the eighth floor, where her private residence was located. The residence spanned two stories, a set of rooms that served as her living area. Her guest's suites were outfitted just as lavishly, but were smaller. She had seen to it that the doors were engraved with the nation's flag, like the doors at the Empyr's Estate.

Helen appeared on the second floor balcony when her guests were arriving, dressed in a sleeveless, white-silk gown that fell to her feet. A black cloak of silk mesh fell down her back, it's patterns swirling in the silk, and the diamonds woven into it sparkling in the light. Her hair was swept down her back in brown curls that fell over her shoulders, a thin, golden crown in her hair, dotted with rubies and diamonds. Diamond bracelets circled her wrists, and earrings studded with pearls hung on her ears. Touches of makeup enhanced her natural beauty, and he any blemishes. She strode down the stairs, and began greeting guests.

She walked over and shook hands with the King of Jagellion, then walked towards President Antoinette.

"Hello President, how good it is to see you."

[The Pacific Peace Union]

Victoire was overjoyed to see Helen and gave her a hug. "You look amazing I love your gown!" Victoire laughed. "This place is so beautiful, it seems everything over here is." She leaned in and whispered "Do you mind if me and Mikl have separate rooms?"

[Xrevaro]

The Queen hung back watching the others arrive. She found the jagellionian King tacky, his wife pleasent. Watching the unionians she found them odd, it was obvious that neither seemed all to happy and she found their lack of speaking and eye contact unsettling for a married couple.
Queen Helen looked gorgeous, she thought and smiled. She didn't want to be rude and interrupt their reunion so she waited and watched politely.

[AMSA-Amalgamated Metro States of Aurasia]

President Scott V. Fletcher paced quickly up the stone path to the palace, lit by streetlight-like lamps. Unlike usual, he noticed no journalists waiting around for pictures. Checking his watch, he noticed he was fifteen minutes late. Perhaps this was more exclusive than he thought. Fletcher was followed by his guards, not traditional honour guards, but instead members of the Coast Guard. Fletcher was a former Coast Guard officer himself, making the rank of full lieutenant and commanding PT-203 some years before, and upon arriving in Dashgrinaar a week before this event, had heard that the fireworks display had fell through as there was no launch platform. Fletcher, ever resourceful, offered a launch platform, which arrived a day later, with Coast Guardsmen as an escort. Impressed with how quickly they had arrived, and with their solution, Fletcher had ordered his secret service agents stay behind and the Coast Guard be his escort instead. That is how the four men found themselves marching towards the front door of the palace, in their ceremonial uniform of white with blue stripes and fluoro orange trim, and a blue peaked cap, with an AMBASR V1 rifle in marching position (rested against their shoulders).

Fletcher strode through the entrance into a grand hall, decorated lavishly from floor to ceiling. He inhaled, taking in the atmosphere, before exhaling and turning to face his guards. Fletcher nodded, and the guards moved to both sides of the red carpet on the floor. He retrieved a glass of champagne off a waiter's tray and began to sip it. Soon, one of the organizers approached the AMSAn president.

"Mr President," the small, balding man greeted, "How did you organize a firework launch platform on such short notice?"

"Oh, I've got friends in the Coast Guard," Fletcher smiled, "By the way, I need the fireworks to be fitted inside missile warheads."

"Why?"

"All Coast Guard vessels larger than patrol boats are ex-Navy. That includes the Pride of the Guard, a guided missile battleship. We'll launch the fireworks from there."

The organizer stood flabbergasted. "That's...that's absurd!"

"I know," President Fletcher grinned, as he took another sip of his champagne and walked away.

[Jagellion]

The Queen hung back watching the others arrive. She found the jagellionian King tacky, his wife pleasent. Watching the unionians she found them odd, it was obvious that neither seemed all to happy and she found their lack of speaking and eye contact unsettling for a married couple.
Queen Helen looked gorgeous, she thought and smiled. She didn't want to be rude and interrupt their reunion so she waited and watched politely.

The King walked over to the Queen of Xrevaro, as The Queen stayed back and continued to try and cover up her small baby bump.

"Hello. I'm Lukas, the King of Jagellion. And you?"

He shook her hand.

[Xrevaro]

"Queen Sankliar of Xréva province Xrevaro," She smile and shook his hand back; "How do you do Sir Lukas?"

[Polar Svalbard]

Eric Frenz strode up to the building. He had buzzed his blonde hair and spiked it. His deep Icy eyes were intimidating yet you could look into them for a long time. His stride was impeccable with his muscular body standing at 6'3. His Tuxedo was a deep black, with a white undershirt, and a festive tie. There was a mean looking scar running down the left side of his face from the base of the eye, down his jaw. The Military and Economic Consul walked into the building and looked and looked around for anyone he might know.

[The Pacific Peace Union]

Victoire looked over and saw Queen Sankliar and King Lukas talking. She was not a fan of Lukas, he seemed a bit slow and rash, and as for the Queen Sankliar, she had no thoughts the only thing that came to her mind was the Red Dove. That and the Ansu empire. Therefore she did not see the Queen as having any real power. She turned back to face Helen.

[Jagellion]

"Queen Sankliar of Xréva province Xrevaro," She smile and shook his hand back; "How do you do Sir Lukas?"

"I'm great! Thank you for asking. How about you?"

Victoire was overjoyed to see Helen and gave her a hug. "You look amazing I love your gown!" Victoire laughed. "This place is so beautiful, it seems everything over here is." She leaned in and whispered "Do you mind if me and Mikl have separate rooms?"

The Queen walked up to Mikl.

"Honey it's great to see you again! How are you? Did you get my Hanukkah present I sent to you? Have you thought about kids yet? How are you adjusting to The PPU? I heard it's beautiful there what do you think?"

OOC: PPU, Kaiit is Mikl's aunt btw.

[Xrevaro]

"I'm doing well," she smiled not looking at King Lukas but Eric who had walked in. She eyed him wondering wether she should beckon him over or not. She figured that be rude to King Lukas so she looked back at him and hope for the conversation to end.

[Polar Svalbard]

Eric not really seeing anyone to talk to, walked to the nearest place to get coffee in the room, got a cup, poured some rum in it, and waited.

[Dashgrinaar]

"Of course you can," replied Helen. "Your suite has two bedrooms. Of course, if you would like I could arrange for another suite. Oh, and happy Independence Day!" She pronounced Independence like Indépandance, as Helen was fluent and French and new Pacifier culture.

[The Pacific Peace Union]

The Queen walked up to Mikl.

"Honey it's great to see you again! How are you? Did you get my Hanukkah present I sent to you? Have you thought about kids yet? How are you adjusting to The PPU? I heard it's beautiful there what do you think?"

OOC: PPU, Kaiit is Mikl's aunt btw.

"Its nice seeing you to." Mikl was overcome with all the questions and took a moment to think them all out. "Im doing" he paused, "fine, Yes the present was lovely, yes Victoire is pregnant although she seems un happy about it, I am adjusting fine, the people there seem very self centered, and yes it is extremely beautiful, but only the northern half, the southern area is a hell hole."

Eric Frenz strode up to the building. He had buzzed his blonde hair and spiked it. His deep Icy eyes were intimidating yet you could look into them for a long time. His stride was impeccable with his muscular body standing at 6'3. His Tuxedo was a deep black, with a white undershirt, and a festive tie. There was a mean looking scar running down the left side of his face from the base of the eye, down his jaw. The Military and Economic Consul walked into the building and looked and looked around for anyone he might know.

Victoire looked over at Eric and her eyes met his. His eyes were beautiful she smiled and bit her lip, being the young women she was she instantly began falling for him but did not let him see that of course. She kept her composure and hoped he would come over.

[Xrevaro]

The Queen watched Eric then looked back at King Lukas.
"I don't mean to be rude but if you'd excuse me. It's been awhile since I have met with other nation's leaders and feel as though I must great them all. It was nice meeting you Sir Lukas. Have a pleasent day." She smiled and bowed and then walked calmly to Eric.
Her smile turned into a grin as she bowed slightly in greeting him,"Hello sir, I am Queen Sankliar. Who might you be?"

[Dashgrinaar]

Helen walked over to Queen Sankliar, and greeted the her.

"Hello Queen Sankliar, how nice it is to see you." She extended her hand to shake. Her voice was so kind, that it made even her forget about the shadow of a conflict between the two nations.

[Polar Svalbard]

Eric returned what he imagined was most likely a cultural greeting and slightly bowed. He smiled, lovely teeth by the way, and said, "Hello, ma'am I am Consul Eric Frenz of Polar Svalbard. I'm sorry there are so many leaders in our region of the world, what nation do you hail from?"

[Polar Svalbard]

Eric looked towards Queen Helen, "Wonderful place you have here ma'am, how are you these days?"

[Dashgrinaar]

"Quite well, Consul Frenz. Thank you for complimenting my palace. It is the product of years of planning and work. How are you?"

[Jagellion]

Lukas saw all the women looking at Eric. Lukas laughed and realized this was gonna be a middle school dance and not a diplomatic event. He grabbed a beer and walked over to Kaiit. He whispered something in her ear. They walked out of the room.

The Queen walked up to Mikl.

"Honey it's great to see you again! How are you? Did you get my Hanukkah present I sent to you? Have you thought about kids yet? How are you adjusting to The PPU? I heard it's beautiful there what do you think?"

OOC: PPU, Kaiit is Mikl's aunt btw.

"Its nice seeing you to." Mikl was overcome with all the questions and took a moment to think them all out. "Im doing" he paused, "fine, Yes the present was lovely, yes Victoire is pregnant although she seems un happy about it, I am adjusting fine, the people there seem very self centered, and yes it is extremely beautiful, but only the northern half, the southern area is a hell hole."

Eric Frenz strode up to the building. He had buzzed his blonde hair and spiked it. His deep Icy eyes were intimidating yet you could look into them for a long time. His stride was impeccable with his muscular body standing at 6'3. His Tuxedo was a deep black, with a white undershirt, and a festive tie. There was a mean looking scar running down the left side of his face from the base of the eye, down his jaw. The Military and Economic Consul walked into the building and looked and looked around for anyone he might know.

Victoire looked over at Eric and her eyes met his. His eyes were beautiful she smiled and bit her lip, being the young women she was she instantly began falling for him but did not let him see that of course. She kept her composure and hoped he would come over.

"Uhh, Mikl, I, seeya, use condoms!"

[Xrevaro]

"Xrevaro." She smiled. "I hear Polar Svalbard is a beautiful place year round, I've been meaning to test the truth in that. If you'd excuse me one moment."
She turned and greeted Helen.
"Hello Queen Helen! Thank you for the invatation, it is wonderful to be here."