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A Zeonic Christmas/Holiday Party! (IC, Open in OOC)

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The Zeonic Imperium
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A Zeonic Christmas/Holiday Party! (IC, Open in OOC)

Postby The Zeonic Imperium » Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:53 pm

A Zeonic Christmas/Holiday Party!





Twas December 12, U.C. 100. 21 years ago, he was celebrating with his first lover, whom never survived the One Year War. Years after, he celebrated with the Neo Zeon leader Haman Karn, whom years later would go to almost kill him, dying a year after that. And finally, 8 years ago, before his own death, he had celebrated one last time with Nanai Miguel, his wife and his "queen" in a noble sense, as all Newtypes treated him like a king. But now, with his nation at peace at last, and with a full connection to his Newtype abilities, he was ready to celebrate the end of the year with the universe and all across dimensions!

Waking up that day, his party all planned out and the festivities almost ready, Char got to his feet, readied on up and got prepped for the day, looked on to the schedule. He had a bit planned, but for the most part, a delectable feast and a celebratory party! The palace was renovated fully, the tree was up in the courtyard, and the old Zabi royal hall was renovated to a more modern, monstrously sized ballroom. To accompany it, the old quarters of the Zabi family were now lounges, for all to enjoy, from Zeon nobility of the Sides, to foreign diplomats, leaders, and whomever else came to enjoy the festivities! On the outside of the complex, lay the expansive courtyard, where leader's are to first enter from as their portals/vehicles bring them to, as the entire back of the palace grounds were converted to a larger, more open dining area, with a few duels to be had for show through the night (as well as personal, non mobile suit duels allowed out of view in lounges or in the courtyard).

As he waited for the night to come for the party to begin, Nanai came into his study which he made in the palace, as a temporary office of management. Having finished finally setting up the entertainment to be done throughout the night, she took a seat by him and stretched her arms! "It's going to be a long night, but I hope it's all worth it. For one thing, spreading holiday joy wasn't something I expected. Muller's off watching the Royal Guard ready up, but Angelo said he'll be back soon with her." She never felt any better then she has now, especially with being one of the reasons that this party's happening. "And if he's going by schedule, he should be back quite soon. We're opening our doors in a moment, and he's a part of the welcoming party." He says, getting himself up as his wife followed along:

As soon a Geara Zulu painted in violet landed in the courtyard, the cockpit automatically opening as the hand of the machine placed itself out as a platform, as a somewhat effeminate and young man, head covered in a helmet, exited out of the controls with a young toddler girl in his arms who held something close to her. The cockpit had closed behind him, as the hand lowered itself to the ground and let the two on off. Walking on over to the entrance, he headed to the two and eventually placed the girl on down, whom ran to them calling for their parents, her mother Nanai taking her into her arms. He took off the helmet and kept it under his arm and to his side, as he then quickly, and very strangely for a member of the Royal Guard, put a set of foam reindeer horns atop his snow white hair, as his nose was already covered with black paint on the tip, done by a child's fingerprint.

"Ah, there you are Angelo. I was hoping you'd come on time. And with... a bit of more decoration then I expected." He tries and passes off the unexpected code violation as it were nothing. The boy smiled, affriming Char a salute and and a nod! "Master Char, I do apologize for the strange look, but Madam Muller decided it best, all her orders. She, well, helped me out, and even picked out the horns and such. If anything, it's her wish as well to bestow upon you something as well." He finished his report, as Nanai held their daughter Muller out to her father's head, where she gently placed a Santa cap atop his head! He was quite surprised at the sudden gift, but then lightened up about both matters, as it was all indeed the most wonderful time of the year. "If it all was her idea... Then I believe someone's going to get wonderful presents this year." He gave a light smile, which made his daughter look with excitement; as well as Angelo, whom was pretty much a part of the family at this point.

"But now, it's time: to go "beyond the time" as they had called it." Char slid his mask onto his eyes, with the Psychoframes in it activating, the metal of the visor beginning to glow and radiate a mint shade of green. It began to emit a particular haze about the courtyard, bringing about cloudy masses in the glowing green tendrils coming off the haze, while the mask begun to mutate and grow out like unrefined and ferrous mineral, wherein the masses formed into portals, for the leaders from across time, space, underground, underwater, and from anywhere across reality, to come to the greatest holiday party of the Earth Sphere, with the mask reforming into its original shape, and thus letting the four come to meet their guests, as various personal craft and mobile suits begin to make their way from across the Imperium to attend the party.





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Sioperon
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Postby Sioperon » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:38 pm

Ilios, Sioperon: 170 B.C.

As Tiva was walking down the hallway, clad in her blue dress that hovered ankle-length above her large, bare feet, the Queen had decided to wander back into her sleeping quarters, where the muscular Leothycides was resting his warrior body, just awakening after Tiva had walked in.

"Hey, honey... guess what day it is today?" The Queen said as she sat beside him, the Spartan hunk groaning as he got up and greeted his wife.

"Eh.... hm? Oh, yes... our, er... anniversary, yes?" Leothycides said in a tired tone.

"Not just that, my Spartan warrior..." The Queen said as they both got up, giggling as they went out the front yard to go the portal, four guards armed with spears and such standing in front of it.


"Erm... what is this?" Leothycides said, his hand resting on the hilt of his kopis.

"Well... it's a bit difficult to explain, but here it goes; basically, we were in contact with some weird, futuristic aliens that seemed to be exactly of our own appearance, and... put it short and sweet, they've invited us to a party for what they call 'Christmas'! It'll be like our anniversary balls, except with more future things! Isn't it exciting?" the Queen said.

"Well... it sounds pleasant.... but how do we know this'll be safe for us?" Leothycides asked the Queen.

"Oh, I knew you'd be fretting about that! That's why four of our Valkan guard is accompanying us! Right, boys?" Tiva called out as the guards let out a martial arts-esque 'HA!' as they stomped the bottom end of their spears down.

"Don't worry... we'll be fine here." Tiva assured Leothyicdes as he then nodded, and all six of them entered through the portal and out onto the courtyard.

As the six exited, they looked around for a bit. "Wow... this place looks... amazing. Unimaginable." Tiva commented.
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Once upon a time, in the modern day island of Cyprus and a few islands on the Agean sea, there lived a kingdom with its' own unique ways of life in military, history, culture, race and language... which was temporarily done in several times by Alexander the Great, the Ptolemaic immigrants and also the following Spartan, Athenian and Celtic migrants. But we still retain all that despite all the Hellenic influence, as well a beautiful and strong queen who rules in a benevolent manner.

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Postby The Rapture Republic » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:45 pm

While Char was using “Beyond the Time” He would see a star tunnel, leading to one of the dimensional colonies of the Rapture Republic, trailing down to the courtyard where a wooden doorframe would materialize as three figures walked closer and closer, these Figures were VictorNet, Hellion Vonstein and his notorious brother, Victor Vonstein. Who corrupted and twisted everything around him, radiating and morphing into pure malice and eldritch hatred, it was ghoulish as it would if the darkness was devouring your life-force, consciousness, draining you until you are nothing but an empty carcass as this peculiar character in stories is always pictured as the devil or the demon that Satan was most afraid of. Nonetheless, the doorframe opened with the three first guests showing up to Aznable’s residence. VictorNet’s appearance was different from the last time they first met back at 2246, when Zeon discovered the city-state of Rapture centred at the bottom of the sea, VictorNet was much taller and his clothing was....unusual; he wore a grey, lowrise jeans, a matching black neck-brace and haramaki, and a long navy blue trench coat, emblazoned on the back would be the ironic lighthouse that serves as gateway to Rapture, now reopened for surface dwellers to make commerce down to the underwater city, also he wore a par of goggles, which he raised from his eyes since exiting the star tunnel and now landing on his dark bluish short messy hair. Also, his power rating was immeasurable, leaving assumption that the Good Chancellor had a major update to his robotic coding. While attempting to measure Hellion was impossible, since he was concealing his quirks.

Hellion Vonstein wore the same white and black striped suit & tie as he did, when escorting the Zeonics to meet the Chancellor at his office. Victor Vonstein was seen wearing monochrome clothing featured as funeral suit with neutronium armor plates on each of his shoulders, while also wearing a ghoulic mask, resembling a leather gimp mask with an eyepatch bearing a lipless mouth with large gnashing teeth. With bolts sticking out of his neck invoking a frankenstein-like theme.

”Impressive side station, though it is a tad outdated compared to what we use to generate gravity. “ Said Hellion Vonstein, holding a classic 1930 Leica Screw Mount Camera - spanning pictures of the marvelous and astounding scene, surrounding him. Also, some spans of the Palace too.”This was destiny, my friends, if Zeon didn’t find us. Well, we wouldn’t be standing here would we? Just remaining within the walls of Rapture and the immaterium. Ah, yes. This was destiny.” Said VictorNet, stretching his legs as the magra pressure in the Star tunnel makes a person feel tight and cramped when traveling through them, when not wearing special equipment to avoid that from happening. Patient Zero (Victor Vonstein) remained silent with only a fierce graze of predator showed in his eye. The Aquarians patiently wait to be greeted by the host or a servant of the Christmas party.
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United Celtic Peoples
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Postby United Celtic Peoples » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:48 pm

As the rundown 'party van' in which the UCP leaders rode in was coming along, the crew were laughing as they were making their way across to an old amusement park, in which a strange leader was going to meet them for talks of a superweapon.

"Aye, lads, y'know I've been across here before," said Bradwr. "I remember a lad named Valentijn lived somewhere 'round here. Good lad. I remember 'avin a few drinks with 'im."

"Isn't Valentijn, like, 50 feet tall? How you manage to maintain a relationship with anyone, and manage to not be killed, nonetheless by a 50-foot demon hostel, is beyond me." Guiscard said as he chewed on a burger from McGuiness's.

Eventually they kept travelling up in the road, around some corners and down a hill. At first everything was calm, but then they all screamed as they nearly went off course before quickly turning from a fork in the road. Then there were literal forks on the road, which popped all four of their tires. As they got out and inspected the damage, Tavish kicked the van and used every swearword he knew.

"!@#$iN' %^&*!" Tavish said out loud. "THIS DAMN MACHINE WAS A SHAM! IT DIDN'T MAKE US LOOK GRAND, IT PROBABLY TIPPED US OFF AS PEDOPHILES MORE THAN ANYTHIN'!"

Suddenly, Wurgent grabbed Tavish by the shoulder, as everyone looked on in front of them, where a portal leading to the courtyard opened. Of course, the decorations clearly signified that this was a Christmas party. And to the Celts, that meant drinks.

"Oy, lads, ya think we could stop here and rest for a bit?" Wurgent said.
"I don't know, Wurgie, maybe this won't go so well. Remember the last time we attended a ball?" Alice replied.
"Lass, don't lie. That went perfectly. Smooth as Saitama's noggin. Now let's get pissed, oi?" Michael insisted.

The seven leaders all held their breaths as they entered the area and stepped into the courtyard through the portal.
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Postby The Chuck » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:53 pm

Presidential Palace, Charles Rock The Chuck - 12/12/2018
Walter Sobchak's morning started off like any other day in his life. He woke up at 8:30 and checked the safety on the TCP-9 pistol beneath his pillow. After holstering it, he headed into the adjacent bathroom to get himself ready. After he finished grooming himself he walked over to his wardrobe to dress. Although today started off normally he knew it wouldn't be normal. Today was December 12th, the day that an ethereal group known as The Zeonic Imperium was hosting a Christmas Party. A few days ago he was contacted directly about this via a strange message that had appeared on his desk out of thin air. After reading the strange letter he decided to attend. Who knew whom he would meet and it would be good for his health to take a day away from the office. In recent weeks he had been dealing with multiple crisis ranging from pirates attacking national shipping to humanitarians being threatened in Israel. Today would be a day that he forgot about those issues and simply took some time for himself. As he finished dressing in a black suit and a knee length trench coat he walked over to an inconspicuous cabinet on the wall and opened it. Before him laid a selection of firearms and weapons. Gazing upon the variety he decided to take a CQB TCR-15 rifle, brass knuckles, and his already holstered TCP-9. One of Walter's biggest pet peeves about being a leader of a nation/organization/whatever was the fact that people were so insistent on having bodyguards to defend themselves. His opinion was that if you were incapable of defending yourself then you were incapable of defending others. After slipping the rifle inside his trench coat and the brass knuckles in his pants pocket he picked up his flat cap and put it on. At around this time his secretary Rita came in with some papers.

"Good morning Mr. President, here are some pap... Bad timing sir?"

"Oh no not at all Rita, I am simply going to take a day away from the office today. Please leave the papers in my office and I'll handle them when I return."

"Alright Mr. President, should I notify anyone of your absence?"

"No thank you, when I disappear it tends to worry some of the ministers."

"Alright, have a nice day sir, I'll see you later."

With that Rita left Walter's bedroom and he walked over to the corner where he had a pile of wrapped presents. After picking them up he turned around and a rift in time and space opened up before him. With a smile he walked towards it and entered.

As Walter laid eyes upon the Zeonic Palace, he had to admit, it was quite something. He had stepped through the rift into a splendid courtyard and he could see other guests arriving too. Looking around he decided to leave the pile of wrapped gifts under the magnificent tree in the center of the courtyard. After depositing his gifts he walked towards the other guests who were already here.

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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:58 pm

The Destroyer moved ever silently across space. The darkness enveloped it and nothing could be seen. On the ship, the Kaiserin stood on the bridge looking the vast emptiness of space. "Are we ready to launch admiral." The Kaiserin said while resting her gloved hand on the bridge's window "All haste must be given.".
"It shall! your majesty."
"Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas your highness."
With that, both of them departed. The Admiral for the navigation center and the Kaiserin for her private rooms. The door in front of the Kaiserin opened and it revealed Erik Von Rommel. "Hello Rommel," The Kaiserin said nervously "Merry Christmas."
"Same with you Victoria."
"When did you call me by my first name."
"Since we left earth."
"Well do not do that in front of the other people at the party. They could suspect."
"I understand Victoria."
With that, the two walked off together deeper into the ship
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Postby Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:03 pm

One of the first peoples of another universe picked up for the Christmas party were several royals of the Argent Kingdom. Their names were Emile Crestet, and twins Astre and Septette Crestet. They were all dressed up most elegantly for the event. They passed through the portal without much complaint, alongside seven guards in black line-infantry uniforms with a little of dark grey armor plating and something similar to a pickelhaube.

Emile, the oldest of the three, wore his rather typical uniform. His head was adorned with a white tricorne hat with blue and gold accenting and a white feather, and around his neck was a cravat. He wore a glamorous white coat which was accented in the same fashion of his hat, though with leagues more gold. His cuffs upon the end of his sleeves were frilly, and he wore a pair of golden bracelets. Under this big, elegant coat, he wore a pastel blue waistcoat. He wore white knee breeches and white stockings under black, buckled boots. His entire outfit seemed to sparkle.

Astre was in what seemed to be a white, turtlenecked suit akin to 1800s-era military regalia. Grand, glittering epaulets, medals, and golden accenting added to the already vibrant, sparkling white of his uniform. He wore black loafers and black gloves, as well. A hint further of militarism was visible, as he had a black leather belt with an ornate golden buckle which carried the sheath to his prized rapier. Though Emile entered with an expression of glee, Astre carried nothing but a stern frown.

Septette looked stunning, to say the least. Upon her head was both her tiara, and a white beret made of unmonitorably fine material. Around her neck was a trio of ornate pearl necklaces, which sat over her white, strapless Rococo dress. It was something Marie Antoinette would've loved to have worn. It was a splendorous, bright shade of the typical Veiser white, with intricate golden vines and colorful lilies and rose designs adorned the underskirt of the dress, while the skirt itself was frilly and a velvety cream color. She wore ivory colored gloves that went almost to her elbows, and a pair of bracelets adorned with jewels over them. She, like her older brother, had a smile.

Together, they were dazzling, though they themselves were dazzled by the high-tech setting they soon found themselves within.

"Wow! This is...most incredible!" cooed Emile, who entered arms linked with Septette.

Septette's eyes widened, and all she could muster was an "indeed."

Astre looked around with a snooty look of approval. "Yes, yes, it is splendorous." He commented.
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Postby Arshanid Deccan » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:31 pm

"Attention! Shehzade Alamgir Siddiqui Bahadur is coming", the palace guard announced as the Shehzade emerged from his room, ready to attend the Holiday Party. He wore a ceremonial fez as a headdress, a red velvet cape, he wore a dark blue ceremonial military coat with a golden sash around the waist, black leather boots with a slender fitting around his feet, and he carried a talwar (Indian Sword) with a gold engraved sheath held close to his body from the sash. Alamgir was followed by 5 of his guards who will accompany him to the party, one carrying a gift for the host of the party in a gift wrapped box. Alamgir exited the palace doors to find his favorite great-uncle and minister of the military, Sipah Salar Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur wearing his usual military uniform waiting for him in front of the portal.

"Salam dada ji", Alamgir greeted

"Walaikum Salam", Ibrahim replied, "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, we are ready. Let us enter the portal", Alamgir stated

The Shehzade and the General set foot in the portal, followed by their guards.

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Postby Knessniet » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:41 pm

Assembled before the rift in space-time was a motley procession of guards and officials. Among them, the Count Newman, the Baron Lee, and last but not least, Grand Duke Herman XIII of Knessniet. Before they went in, he turned to Lee and asked, "Have the gifts?"

"Yes, lord.", he answered stolidly. He was far from used to these things. That is, space-time rifts. He knew his gifts though, as he was the Foreign Minister.

"Good. Then let us go.", the Grand Duke replied. Then, to the guards sanding around them in formation, "Company! Forward, march!"

So, they marched through the rift. Herman wore his usual grey frock-coat, with a General's epaulletes, fine knotting on the sleeves, and dress sword. His entourage wore expensive suits, with Lee in a black frock and Newman in a brown tweed blazer. All of the, wore finely-polished black shoes, while the guards wore coats similar to Herman's, but with much less decoration. They also wore knee-high boots that reflected light with every step.

As they entered, they admired the palace they were now in. It was spectacular, though so was Herman's, but this one was also new. Soon, they fanned about the room, with the guards splitting up to accompany the various dignitaries.

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The Rapture Republic
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:51 pm

Arshanid Deccan wrote:
"Attention! Shehzade Alamgir Siddiqui Bahadur is coming", the palace guard announced as the Shehzade emerged from his room, ready to attend the Holiday Party. He wore a ceremonial fez as a headdress, a red velvet cape, he wore a dark blue ceremonial military coat with a golden sash around the waist, black leather boots with a slender fitting around his feet, and he carried a talwar (Indian Sword) with a gold engraved sheath held close to his body from the sash. Alamgir was followed by 5 of his guards who will accompany him to the party, one carrying a gift for the host of the party in a gift wrapped box. Alamgir exited the palace doors to find his favorite great-uncle and minister of the military, Sipah Salar Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur wearing his usual military uniform waiting for him in front of the portal.

"Salam dada ji", Alamgir greeted

"Walaikum Salam", Ibrahim replied, "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, we are ready. Let us enter the portal", Alamgir stated

The Shehzade and the General set foot in the portal, followed by their guards.

Knessniet wrote:
Assembled before the rift in space-time was a motley procession of guards and officials. Among them, the Count Newman, the Baron Lee, and last but not least, Grand Duke Herman XIII of Knessniet. Before they went in, he turned to Lee and asked, "Have the gifts?"

"Yes, lord.", he answered stolidly. He was far from used to these things. That is, space-time rifts. He knew his gifts though, as he was the Foreign Minister.

"Good. Then let us go.", the Grand Duke replied. Then, to the guards sanding around them in formation, "Company! Forward, march!"

So, they marched through the rift. Herman wore his usual grey frock-coat, with a General's epaulletes, fine knotting on the sleeves, and dress sword. His entourage wore expensive suits, with Lee in a black frock and Newman in a brown tweed blazer. All of the, wore finely-polished black shoes, while the guards wore coats similar to Herman's, but with much less decoration. They also wore knee-high boots that reflected light with every step.

As they entered, they admired the palace they were now in. It was spectacular, though so was Herman's, but this one was also new. Soon, they fanned about the room, with the guards splitting up to accompany the various dignitaries.


VictorNet wandered over to meet the Honorable Sultanate’s son, Alamgir and his zealous friend, Grand Duke Herman.”Happy holidays, my friends. As I see you both have come to visit my universe shared with the host of this jolly party, it shall be most wondrous to talk not of politics, when we’re here. Don’t you agree?” Inquired, VictorNet,
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Postby Knessniet » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:56 pm

The Rapture Republic wrote:
Arshanid Deccan wrote:
"Attention! Shehzade Alamgir Siddiqui Bahadur is coming", the palace guard announced as the Shehzade emerged from his room, ready to attend the Holiday Party. He wore a ceremonial fez as a headdress, a red velvet cape, he wore a dark blue ceremonial military coat with a golden sash around the waist, black leather boots with a slender fitting around his feet, and he carried a talwar (Indian Sword) with a gold engraved sheath held close to his body from the sash. Alamgir was followed by 5 of his guards who will accompany him to the party, one carrying a gift for the host of the party in a gift wrapped box. Alamgir exited the palace doors to find his favorite great-uncle and minister of the military, Sipah Salar Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur wearing his usual military uniform waiting for him in front of the portal.

"Salam dada ji", Alamgir greeted

"Walaikum Salam", Ibrahim replied, "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, we are ready. Let us enter the portal", Alamgir stated

The Shehzade and the General set foot in the portal, followed by their guards.

Knessniet wrote:
Assembled before the rift in space-time was a motley procession of guards and officials. Among them, the Count Newman, the Baron Lee, and last but not least, Grand Duke Herman XIII of Knessniet. Before they went in, he turned to Lee and asked, "Have the gifts?"

"Yes, lord.", he answered stolidly. He was far from used to these things. That is, space-time rifts. He knew his gifts though, as he was the Foreign Minister.

"Good. Then let us go.", the Grand Duke replied. Then, to the guards sanding around them in formation, "Company! Forward, march!"

So, they marched through the rift. Herman wore his usual grey frock-coat, with a General's epaulletes, fine knotting on the sleeves, and dress sword. His entourage wore expensive suits, with Lee in a black frock and Newman in a brown tweed blazer. All of the, wore finely-polished black shoes, while the guards wore coats similar to Herman's, but with much less decoration. They also wore knee-high boots that reflected light with every step.

As they entered, they admired the palace they were now in. It was spectacular, though so was Herman's, but this one was also new. Soon, they fanned about the room, with the guards splitting up to accompany the various dignitaries.


VictorNet wandered over to meet the Honorable Sultanate’s son, Alamgir and his zealous friend, Grand Duke Herman.”Happy holidays, my friends. As I see you both have come to visit my universe shared with the host of this jolly party, it shall be most wondrous to talk not of politics, when we’re here. Don’t you agree?” Inquired, VictorNet,

Herman smiled when he saw the AI Chnacellor, who he was surprisingly happy to see. They were fundamentally different, yet seemed quite cordial, even friendly. "Indeed. This is no time for politics, which I am more than happy to take a break from. It gets quite tiring, and is no way to spend such a jolly season!", he happily replied to VictorNet.

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Postby The Rapture Republic » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:09 pm

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VictorNet wandered over to meet the Honorable Sultanate’s son, Alamgir and his zealous friend, Grand Duke Herman.”Happy holidays, my friends. As I see you both have come to visit my universe shared with the host of this jolly party, it shall be most wondrous to talk not of politics, when we’re here. Don’t you agree?” Inquired, VictorNet,

Herman smiled when he saw the AI Chnacellor, who he was surprisingly happy to see. They were fundamentally different, yet seemed quite cordial, even friendly. "Indeed. This is no time for politics, which I am more than happy to take a break from. It gets quite tiring, and is no way to spend such a jolly season!", he happily replied to VictorNet.

”I concur. I was almost drowning in paperwork. I swear the ministers are trying to work me to death, take on some of the burden well ya? I ain’t that kind of AI. In fact, my intelligence is only at 170, akin to a student at Oxford. Although, if I’m being honest, it’s probably around 80 or 90, so ain’t anything special. Just breaking all sorts of stereotypes with AIs, as my developers wanted me to learn and grow through firsthand experience to be more ‘human’ as some would say. Otherwise, yeah, my friend. It shall be the most joyous season of our years! I do wonder if Zeonic eggnog is any different from traditional eggnog, mmmm, exciting!” Replied, VictorNet with electric enthusiasm.
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Afrikaaners Ryk
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Postby Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:27 pm

Through their portal, which had exited from a remote military base in Pretoria, the Afrikaaners went rolling in through one by one; the Ooperleier Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, RRR-Opsigterleier Williem Barnard, Dr. Hubert Voormeulen, RRR-Vuurleier Hermen Velding, four guards and finally, the beautiful RRR-Strydleier Hendrika Korting.

"Ah! Looks like this is the place where all the lads are gabbering off to. Fantastic scenery, don't you think?" Hendrika said with a smile.

"Indeed. I mean, 'tis the season to be flashy after all, plus a little classy. These days, most Christmas parties don't seem to capture that sense of... what's the word..." Pieter pondered.

"Regality, my leier?" Voormeulen said.

"Ah, indeed! Whatever... point is, we're here to have a jolly splendid night out!" Pieter said as they walked through the courtyard.

"And what excellent personalities are here too! There's that one ancient queen with the foot kink, those bunch of drunks up north, and who couldn't forget that lad who turned Baja California into an absolute wasteland?" Pieter muttered quietly to himself
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Year: 2076


After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.

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Veise
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Postby Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:44 pm

Arshanid Deccan wrote:"Attention! Shehzade Alamgir Siddiqui Bahadur is coming", the palace guard announced as the Shehzade emerged from his room, ready to attend the Holiday Party. He wore a ceremonial fez as a headdress, a red velvet cape, he wore a dark blue ceremonial military coat with a golden sash around the waist, black leather boots with a slender fitting around his feet, and he carried a talwar (Indian Sword) with a gold engraved sheath held close to his body from the sash. Alamgir was followed by 5 of his guards who will accompany him to the party, one carrying a gift for the host of the party in a gift wrapped box. Alamgir exited the palace doors to find his favorite great-uncle and minister of the military, Sipah Salar Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur wearing his usual military uniform waiting for him in front of the portal.

"Salam dada ji", Alamgir greeted

"Walaikum Salam", Ibrahim replied, "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, we are ready. Let us enter the portal", Alamgir stated

The Shehzade and the General set foot in the portal, followed by their guards.

The group from Veise spotted him as the other most stylish person at the party so far. Emile took his sibling's hands and approached the Shehzade. Emile and Astre both gave mild, light formal bows, barely leaning forward to signify that this was a bow of formality and not out of respect yet. Septette curtsied in full, however.

"Greetings! You appear most elegant in dress, sir!" began Emile, before he greeted himself. "I am Crown Prince Emile of the Argent Kingdom. These are my siblings, twins..."

"Luminary Prince, Astre the Second." rigidly and almost unenthusiastically interrupted Emile's militantly dressed brother. "Lovely sword."

"And I, the Lucid Princess, Septette." added the beautifully dressed girl. "What style of wear is that? It's quite exotic to our share of the multiverse."
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The Rapture Republic
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:49 pm

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:Through their portal, which had exited from a remote military base in Pretoria, the Afrikaaners went rolling in through one by one; the Ooperleier Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, RRR-Opsigterleier Williem Barnard, Dr. Hubert Voormeulen, RRR-Vuurleier Hermen Velding, four guards and finally, the beautiful RRR-Strydleier Hendrika Korting.

"Ah! Looks like this is the place where all the lads are gabbering off to. Fantastic scenery, don't you think?" Hendrika said with a smile.

"Indeed. I mean, 'tis the season to be flashy after all, plus a little classy. These days, most Christmas parties don't seem to capture that sense of... what's the word..." Pieter pondered.

"Regality, my leier?" Voormeulen said.

"Ah, indeed! Whatever... point is, we're here to have a jolly splendid night out!" Pieter said as they walked through the courtyard.

"And what excellent personalities are here too! There's that one ancient queen with the foot kink, those bunch of drunks up north, and who couldn't forget that lad who turned Baja California into an absolute wasteland?" Pieter muttered quietly to himself

As, VictorNet went to chat with the Grand Duke and the Arabic Prince. Hellion accompanied by his brother, Victor — who shall be referred as Zero. To prevent confusion with the Aquarian Chancellor for having similar names. Decided to venture to the Afikaaners, noted to be acquaintances/friends to the Chancellor.”Greetings, mortals. I am Hellion Vonstein and this is my brother Zero, otherwise known as Victor Vonstein. We’ve heard that you are friends to the Chancellor, according to our master’s nonexistent morals, when judging oddfolk. To no offense, of course. As Rapture is infested with them, given the enigma of my homeland.” Stated Hellion, who has a bad habit with turning greetings into nonessential rants.

Zero, remained silent. Though his body language would smell of bloodlust and hunger for slaughter.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:58 pm

3 people stepped out of the portal, all royals from the Commonwealth.
The first was Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagiellion, King of Prussia and Poland, German Emperor, etc etc etc. He was wearing his typical uniform-grey Feldbluse with an Iron Cross hanging from the right breast, spit-shined jackboots, and a pickelhaube, with a sabre hanging in a sheath on his belt. He observed his surroundings with guarded curiosity, the result of a lifetime of watching your back for ambushes, and later, assassinations.
Walking hand-in-hand with him was his wife, Louise von Wittelsbach, who was wearing a plain white dress that, although form-fitting, did not show much skin. She stared around with a sense of wonder-mixed with nervousness, as she was always more on the meek side, although she was far from a trophy wife, as one noble discovered last Christmas, at the cost of his ability to speak.

What followed them was an absolute monster.

A young girl-16 or 17-entered after the two, dressed in a feldbluse and spit-shined jackboots, much like Crassus-down to the sabre, although with the addition of a Mauser C96 holstered at her side. She scanned her surroundings, her face utterly devoid of any emotion.

Behind them were 2 guards carrying G3s-Jan Bartowski and Hans Seeckt.

Crassus left a small package and a bottle(labelled 'Badenwein-1871')underneath the Tree. He and Louise joined the rest of the guests, while the girl remained at a distance.

The guards leaned against a wall and talked amongst themselves.
"Oi, Jan?"
"What now, Hans?"
"You see that chick over there? In the strapless dress?"
"Yeah, I see her, what?"
"I wouldn't mind giving her a little 'eggnog', if you-"
At this, Jan had enough and backhanded his comrade. "Enough."
"-but!"
"Enough."
Hans rubbed his bruised cheek. "You're no fun."
"Exactly why I'm in this job."
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Postby Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:05 pm

The Rapture Republic wrote:
Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:Through their portal, which had exited from a remote military base in Pretoria, the Afrikaaners went rolling in through one by one; the Ooperleier Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, RRR-Opsigterleier Williem Barnard, Dr. Hubert Voormeulen, RRR-Vuurleier Hermen Velding, four guards and finally, the beautiful RRR-Strydleier Hendrika Korting.

"Ah! Looks like this is the place where all the lads are gabbering off to. Fantastic scenery, don't you think?" Hendrika said with a smile.

"Indeed. I mean, 'tis the season to be flashy after all, plus a little classy. These days, most Christmas parties don't seem to capture that sense of... what's the word..." Pieter pondered.

"Regality, my leier?" Voormeulen said.

"Ah, indeed! Whatever... point is, we're here to have a jolly splendid night out!" Pieter said as they walked through the courtyard.

"And what excellent personalities are here too! There's that one ancient queen with the foot kink, those bunch of drunks up north, and who couldn't forget that lad who turned Baja California into an absolute wasteland?" Pieter muttered quietly to himself

As, VictorNet went to chat with the Grand Duke and the Arabic Prince. Hellion accompanied by his brother, Victor — who shall be referred as Zero. To prevent confusion with the Aquarian Chancellor for having similar names. Decided to venture to the Afikaaners, noted to be acquaintances/friends to the Chancellor.”Greetings, mortals. I am Hellion Vonstein and this is my brother Zero, otherwise known as Victor Vonstein. We’ve heard that you are friends to the Chancellor, according to our master’s nonexistent morals, when judging oddfolk. To no offense, of course. As Rapture is infested with them, given the enigma of my homeland.” Stated Hellion, who has a bad habit with turning greetings into nonessential rants.

Zero, remained silent. Though his body language would smell of bloodlust and hunger for slaughter.


Pieter soon turned around and saw Hellion and Zero, a sort of confident smirk going across his face, while others paid attention.

"Hm? Ah, the Vonsteins! Yes, we have had some nice relations with your Chancellor in the past on the topic of race. He seems like an agreeable fellow, I'd say." Pieter said. "Pieter van der Blekkenhort, Ooperleier of the grand Afrikaans Ryk. This is RRR-Opsigterleier Williem Barnard, Dr. Hubert Voormeulen, RRR-Vuurleier Hermen Velding, and my daughter and right-hand general, RRR-Strydleier Hendrika Korting." He said as the rest of the Afrikaaners all gestured in greeting, waving and raising their glasses.
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Year: 2076


After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.

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Postby The Chuck » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:11 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:3 people stepped out of the portal, all royals from the Commonwealth.
The first was Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagiellion, King of Prussia and Poland, German Emperor, etc etc etc. He was wearing his typical uniform-grey Feldbluse with an Iron Cross hanging from the right breast, spit-shined jackboots, and a pickelhaube, with a sabre hanging in a sheath on his belt. He observed his surroundings with guarded curiosity, the result of a lifetime of watching your back for ambushes, and later, assassinations.
Walking hand-in-hand with him was his wife, Louise von Wittelsbach, who was wearing a plain white dress that, although form-fitting, did not show much skin. She stared around with a sense of wonder-mixed with nervousness, as she was always more on the meek side, although she was far from a trophy wife, as one noble discovered last Christmas, at the cost of his ability to speak.

What followed them was an absolute monster.

A young girl-16 or 17-entered after the two, dressed in a feldbluse and spit-shined jackboots, much like Crassus-down to the sabre, although with the addition of a Mauser C96 holstered at her side. She scanned her surroundings, her face utterly devoid of any emotion.
Behind them were 2 guards carrying G3s-Jan Bartowski and Hans Seeckt.

Crassus left a small package and a bottle(labelled 'Badenwein-1871')underneath the Tree. He and Louise joined the rest of the guests, while the girl remained at a distance.

The guards leaned against a wall and talked amongst themselves.
"Oi, Jan?"
"What now, Hans?"
"You see that chick over there? In the strapless dress?"
"Yeah, I see her, what?"
"I wouldn't mind giving her a little 'eggnog', if you-"
At this, Jan had enough and backhanded his comrade. "Enough."
"-but!"
"Enough."


Upon espying the Polish Prussian Commonwealth party, Walter Sobchak pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it. After looking at the photo for a bit he put it back in his pocket and walked over to the party. First extending his right hand to King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and then Queen Louise von Wittelsbach he spoke,

"Hello, King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and Queen Louise von Wittelsbach. Let me introduce myself, I am President Walter Sobchak from the nation of The Chuck. My government has had the pleasure of working with some subjects of yours. Specifically Kapitän zur See Wilhelm von Saxe-Colburg and the II. Marinebrigade(Marinebrigade Erhardt), IV. Torpedobootgeschwarder. They have helped assist my nation greatly with a small problem we have been having and they continue to serve with much courage and bravery. I hope one day to be able to repay both of you directly for providing this aid."
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Socialist Communist States
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Postby Socialist Communist States » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:11 pm

Through the "Beyond Time" portal that had opened up in Omagrad, a motorcycle came rushing through, which caused the driver, Al Gore, and the passenger, Kokichi Oma, to come flying off. Miraculously, nothing was damaged. However, Kokichi Oma landed hard on the floor, hurting himself a bit in the process. To make it worse, the Vice President also landed on top of him, further hurting the glorious Ultimate Supreme Leader. Despite all the bruises, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, trying to save himself from embarrassment, jolted up, pointing to ceiling and proclaimed: "I have made my grand entrance!" The Vice President also sat up, but with a more confused and dazed tone, said: "I too...have made my appearance."

Kokichi, who was wearing a white, unbuttoned tuxedo, with a white tie and a plain black shirt (which he stole, using his seasonal Grinch-Brigade) looked around and noticed that everyone was still staring intently at him and Gore. The Vice President, who was wearing the same suit that he had been wearing since 2000, also looked towards the crowd.

Now, the only reason these two were here because their was food. However, not wanting to sound desperate and embarrassed for that sole reason, they came up with their own reasons. The Ultimate Supreme Leader's reason for coming, as he said to the world leaders, "to show the greatness of his glorious regime." Gore's version was to: "hunt down ManBearPig," who may have secretly teleported to the future to evade the VP's capture. Whether or not the leaders attending the party would believe these two, they were not going to admit the truth.

When Kokichi got his composure back, he said to the crowd, "Direct me to the buffet table!... oh and someone show Gore where ManBearPig is. We have presents." The Ultimate Supreme Leader ran to the discarded motorcycle and pulled out the surprisingly intact vase and dial-up modem that they had brought as gifts. Kokichi walked past the guests, who towered over him because he was below-average for his height (156cm), and handed the gifts in. Upon seeing the buffet table, he sprinted.
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Sioperon » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:20 pm

Leothycides had a bit of a stare at the Prussian guards, giving off a look of suspicion to them, make sure they weren't checking out Queen Tiva all too much, as the Queen was still amazed, the guards themselves making all sorts of comments about the guests present.

"My, my, those lot over there seem quite... Gallic, I'd say. Almost stereotypical." One of them commented.

"Stereotypical? You sure all of those Gauls and Picts aren't exactly a bunch of drunken savages?" Another whispered to him.

"Well, probably so... but look at the rest of them. How magnificent they look..." the first one called out.

"Especially that darker-toned one with the curved blade. My god, I would absolutely fight and die for a robe such as his." The third one mentioned.


"Oh! I nearly forgot!" Tiva said as, on some wheels and covered in an elegant sheet, a 2-foot-tall bronze statue depicting Leothycides nude and performing a heroic pose with his kopis raised, was placed under the tree.

"Erm... honey? What did you gift for this lovely event?" Leothycides asked the Queen as she laughed.

"Oh, love, don't you remember that statue I had commissioned of you from bronze?" Tiva said as Leothycides blushed, but then laughed along confidently afterwards.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:42 pm

The Chuck wrote:
Upon espying the Polish Prussian Commonwealth party, Walter Sobchak pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it. After looking at the photo for a bit he put it back in his pocket and walked over to the party. First extending his right hand to King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and then Queen Louise von Wittelsbach he spoke,

"Hello, King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and Queen Louise von Wittelsbach. Let me introduce myself, I am President Walter Sobchak from the nation of The Chuck. My government has had the pleasure of working with some subjects of yours. Specifically Kapitän zur See Wilhelm von Saxe-Colburg and the II. Marinebrigade(Marinebrigade Erhardt), IV. Torpedobootgeschwarder. They have helped assist my nation greatly with a small problem we have been having and they continue to serve with much courage and bravery. I hope one day to be able to repay both of you directly for providing this aid."

Crassus smiled and shook his head. "It's fine. You shouldn't be thanking me anyway; go and thank Karl Erhardt; he's the one who returned the II. Marinebrigade to it's naval roots, after all."


Sioperon wrote:snip


Jan abruptly noticed the greeks staring at them and switched to Middle High German.

"Hans. Greek hoplites, spears, 50 meters."
"Give em a show?"
"You bet."

Jan produced an accordion, while Hans began striking his feet against the floor, producing the familiar 'rockcrusher' sound made by a jackboot.
"Eins!"
"Zwei!"
"Drei!"
The two proceeded to launch into a duet of 'Auf Kreta'.

OOC: A bad translation of the lyrics, but it should give you an idea of what they're singing.
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United Celtic Peoples
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby United Celtic Peoples » Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:05 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:
The Chuck wrote:
Upon espying the Polish Prussian Commonwealth party, Walter Sobchak pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it. After looking at the photo for a bit he put it back in his pocket and walked over to the party. First extending his right hand to King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and then Queen Louise von Wittelsbach he spoke,

"Hello, King Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagellion and Queen Louise von Wittelsbach. Let me introduce myself, I am President Walter Sobchak from the nation of The Chuck. My government has had the pleasure of working with some subjects of yours. Specifically Kapitän zur See Wilhelm von Saxe-Colburg and the II. Marinebrigade(Marinebrigade Erhardt), IV. Torpedobootgeschwarder. They have helped assist my nation greatly with a small problem we have been having and they continue to serve with much courage and bravery. I hope one day to be able to repay both of you directly for providing this aid."

Crassus smiled and shook his head. "It's fine. You shouldn't be thanking me anyway; go and thank Karl Erhardt; he's the one who returned the II. Marinebrigade to it's naval roots, after all."


Sioperon wrote:snip


Jan abruptly noticed the greeks staring at them and switched to Middle High German.

"Hans. Greek hoplites, spears, 50 meters."
"Give em a show?"
"You bet."

Jan produced an accordion, while Hans began striking his feet against the floor, producing the familiar 'rockcrusher' sound made by a jackboot.
"Eins!"
"Zwei!"
"Drei!"
The two proceeded to launch into a duet of 'Auf Kreta'.

OOC: A bad translation of the lyrics, but it should give you an idea of what they're singing.


The two singing Prussian guards caught the attention of the group of Celts, who went over to the guards and admire the two german troopers sitting and tapping their feet while the two soldiers played, Alice even clapping along. Michael on the other hand, had scoffed at the performance, and jsut sat there and watched them play while having a shot of whiskey.

After the two guards were done, the Celts had applauded and cheer, while Michael himself got up, had a bit of a clap, and took a step forward.
"My, oh my... you've got a brutal lot 'o' pride for yer' country, I'd say. That ain't a brutal thing either. After al', back in me own warrld, Germany is the exact opposite of nationalist. but, aye... somethin' doesn't catch well as a nationalist song that sounds loike you've conquered th' bleedin' place." Michael said as he turned to his own guard and called them over. "If ye want ta' hear me own rendition of what nationalism means in me own country, back in Ireland, ya wouldn't moind if I played a little song here, would ye?"
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:11 pm

Hans smiled. "Thank you. I actually know a few Irish songs, but I'll let you have the spotlight."
Jan shrugged. "Give me the name and I will play it."
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The Zeonic Imperium
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Grand Entrance!

Postby The Zeonic Imperium » Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:16 pm

As the guests piled in, congregated, and laid gifts and gave to others, Char came upon the end of the ballroom hall, with small televisions about the halls and one large one by the entrance broadcasting him across the palace as a grand opening to the festivities. Outside, six more Geara Zulus landed themselves out and around the tree, acting as both decoration and serving as guards to the palace itself. On the screen, he readies the mic in front of him as Angelo stood by him, with his reindeer horns atop his head, while Nanai was in the back of the shot holding her daughter from running away to go and see the guests just yet!

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and all others whom have come tonight! I am your host, Char Aznable, leader of the Imperium of Zeon, and I will like to announce that the buffet is now officially opened: especially after it seems that someone already opened it for themselves. Lounges are down the right hall of the palace, and out the back is for any outside dining. I will be at the head table meant for national leaders. I shall allow all to my table, however every other guest and guard can sit elsewhere. For now, enjoy yourself all. No armed conflict unless it's on the dueling grounds out back. But now...Dance! Sing! Eat! And have a wonderful holiday, everyone!"

The camera cuts to a feed of the Christmas tree on outside, as Char walks on off to gather his food at the buffet, with Nanai following, their daughter Muller being placed on down as she toddled on off to look at all of the visitors coming on in! Angelo, of course on babysitter duty, went and began following the girl in case she got in trouble!

At the buffet, the Ple clones dressed as servants alongside a seemingly strange and off teenager whom seemed... Distant. Like a part of him was gone... well, they were off setting the buffet up, as Kokichi more then likely knocks over a couple of the young women! Char gives a light sigh, and gets to putting grilled chicken on his plate. "This really will be a long day..."
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Postby Arshanid Deccan » Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:17 pm

The Rapture Republic wrote:
Arshanid Deccan wrote:
"Attention! Shehzade Alamgir Siddiqui Bahadur is coming", the palace guard announced as the Shehzade emerged from his room, ready to attend the Holiday Party. He wore a ceremonial fez as a headdress, a red velvet cape, he wore a dark blue ceremonial military coat with a golden sash around the waist, black leather boots with a slender fitting around his feet, and he carried a talwar (Indian Sword) with a gold engraved sheath held close to his body from the sash. Alamgir was followed by 5 of his guards who will accompany him to the party, one carrying a gift for the host of the party in a gift wrapped box. Alamgir exited the palace doors to find his favorite great-uncle and minister of the military, Sipah Salar Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur wearing his usual military uniform waiting for him in front of the portal.

"Salam dada ji", Alamgir greeted

"Walaikum Salam", Ibrahim replied, "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, we are ready. Let us enter the portal", Alamgir stated

The Shehzade and the General set foot in the portal, followed by their guards.

Knessniet wrote:
Assembled before the rift in space-time was a motley procession of guards and officials. Among them, the Count Newman, the Baron Lee, and last but not least, Grand Duke Herman XIII of Knessniet. Before they went in, he turned to Lee and asked, "Have the gifts?"

"Yes, lord.", he answered stolidly. He was far from used to these things. That is, space-time rifts. He knew his gifts though, as he was the Foreign Minister.

"Good. Then let us go.", the Grand Duke replied. Then, to the guards sanding around them in formation, "Company! Forward, march!"

So, they marched through the rift. Herman wore his usual grey frock-coat, with a General's epaulletes, fine knotting on the sleeves, and dress sword. His entourage wore expensive suits, with Lee in a black frock and Newman in a brown tweed blazer. All of the, wore finely-polished black shoes, while the guards wore coats similar to Herman's, but with much less decoration. They also wore knee-high boots that reflected light with every step.

As they entered, they admired the palace they were now in. It was spectacular, though so was Herman's, but this one was also new. Soon, they fanned about the room, with the guards splitting up to accompany the various dignitaries.


VictorNet wandered over to meet the Honorable Sultanate’s son, Alamgir and his zealous friend, Grand Duke Herman.”Happy holidays, my friends. As I see you both have come to visit my universe shared with the host of this jolly party, it shall be most wondrous to talk not of politics, when we’re here. Don’t you agree?” Inquired, VictorNet,


"Ah Sir VictorNet, Happy holidays to you as well", replies Alamgir, "Father speaks quite highly of you. A very unpredictable friendship you have made with him"

The group from Veise spotted him as the other most stylish person at the party so far. Emile took his sibling's hands and approached the Shehzade. Emile and Astre both gave mild, light formal bows, barely leaning forward to signify that this was a bow of formality and not out of respect yet. Septette curtsied in full, however.

"Greetings! You appear most elegant in dress, sir!" began Emile, before he greeted himself. "I am Crown Prince Emile of the Argent Kingdom. These are my siblings, twins..."

"Luminary Prince, Astre the Second." rigidly and almost unenthusiastically interrupted Emile's militantly dressed brother. "Lovely sword."

"And I, the Lucid Princess, Septette." added the beautifully dressed girl. "What style of wear is that? It's quite exotic to our share of the multiverse."

"Pleasure to meet all of you", Alamgir bows imitating the princes, "I hope that this will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship"

Alamgir looked at Prince Astre and addressed his remark about the sword, "It is an Indian Talwar thank you. Would you like to hold it?", Alamgir pulls the sword and scabbard out of the sash and hands it to the Prince

Then Alamgir looks towards the Princess, "Well the Fez is predominantly part of Turkish or Late Ottoman fashion, but the people of Deccan have taken bits and pieces from their ancestral cultures and have made a unique culture of their own. As for the rest of the ensemble, I took the inspiration from the portrait of my ancestor Mahbub Ali".
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