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Postby Atlantian Dominions » Tue Jun 30, 2020 7:46 am

The port of Hampton was bustling with all the activity and energy one would expect to find in a major commercial harbor. While it wasn’t quite the great entrepôt of Grand Harbor, which was the busiest port in the Atlantian Dominions, Hampton was still an important link in the Dominion of Marydale’s commercial chain. It was easy to tell which ships were coming from or bound for destinations within the Atlantian Dominions, for these were steamships with their smoke-belching towers. The ships which would carry Marydale cotton, tobacco, and manufactured goods to foreign ports had no steam engines, and instead relied on the vast cloth sails that hung from towering masts. By law, the International Traders were restricted to sail power only, lest speedy and frequent travel between foreign and Atlantian ports contaminate the Confederation with foreign influences.

It was amid all this commercial energy that the ship bearing Princess Nerea of Voxija arrived to let its passenger disembark. The Princess was met at the quay by a handsome, rugged-looking young man with dirty blond hair, wearing a finely tailored suit. Mason Lockwood, son of the shipping magnate William Lockwood, had been eagerly awaiting Princess Nerea’s arrival ever since the two had met at the Continental Cotillion in Grand Harbor. His friend and confidant Mary Ashby had teased him remorselessly about his infatuation, to which Mason had protested that he simply found the foreign princess unique and interesting to talk to. But he could not deny that his heart leapt a bit when he saw her descending the gangplank.

“Welcome to Marydale, Princess.” Mason gave an abbreviated bow and kissed Nerea’s hand in a show of what he hoped was charming sophistication. He gestured behind him, where a town car was parked waiting for its passengers. A driver and a footman, both in elaborate livery, stood waiting by the doors. The car was drawing plenty of attention from passers-by, who rarely saw such a vehicle in the city. Mason Lockwood was determined to impress Nerea, and had persuaded his father to lend the family car to deliver her to the Estate.

That such a vehicle might be the pinnacle of technology and wealth in the Confederation of Atlantian Dominions was a common reason for tourists to travel and visit the nation. The Confederation was a land seemingly frozen in time a century past. The land had been struck by a series of calamities in the 1920s, and civilization had barely hung on. The Confederation had risen from the ashes of the False Tribulation and slowly clawed back to the pre-Collapse technology and industrial base, but it was a conservative nation and determined not to invite repetition of disaster. The result was that visitors to the Confederation of Atlantian Dominions could experience a land with a near-feudal social structure, 19th-century morals, and 1920s technology, all in the year 2020 C.E.

Once Nerea and Mason were in the backseats of the car, the driver - who was blocked from hearing the conversation of his passengers by a partition with a sliding window - engaged the engine and the car began to trundle down the streets of Hampton, out of the city towards Beauvale, the rural Estate of the Lockwood family.

In a short time, the view out the windows changed from the bustling streets of a busy city, to the factories on the city’s outskirts, to vast expanses of cultivated rural land. Outside of the cities, Marydale was covered in vast Estate lands. Indentured field hands, who labored in exchange for food and housing (both poor in quality), grew, harvested, and prepared immense quantities of cotton, tobacco, and indigo. These cash crops were sent, via the port of Hampton or the railroads, to factories in the Atlantian Dominions and to foreign nations. The Lockwood family’s Estate included fields of cotton and tobacco, but their wealth came from the share of the profits they received from every International Trader that they sponsored.

“My father is very excited to meet you,” Mason was saying as they passed endless rows of crops, attended by men, women, and children in shabby clothes. “He’s throwing a grand dinner to welcome you, and he’s invited all sorts of people. Senator Dade will be there for sure, and the Ashbys, and probably some of the Cawthornes too.”

He smiled at Nerea. “Before dinner we can go riding, or walking around the Estate. And then I assume you’re here to attend the Bowie Stakes race?”
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Postby Voxija » Wed Jul 01, 2020 2:40 pm

Princess Nerea liked the Atlantian Dominions. Sure, she might have been a bit disturbed by the 19th century social mores, but Voxijan clothes were made from Atlantian cotton. And the steampunk atmosphere of the country was wonderful and charming and also very interesting.

Princess Nerea would have worn a conservative knee-length dress had she been in Voxija, but instead she dressed like the locals. Not only was it good diplomacy to dress in the national clothes of the country you visited, but Nerea liked looking pretty in a floor-length gown.

She had went to a cotillion in Grand Harbor and met Mason Lockwood there. He had made a good conversation partner and a very good friend. Princess Nerea was glad she had a good friend to spend the time with. Or perhaps it could be something more?

Eneko Ydaverri, the Duke of Xirroni, rode next to the driver. The Duke always went where the princess went, if she wanted him to be there, and she did. Eneko was glad that his friend was enjoying her time in the Atlantian Dominions, even if he couldn't hear her conversation with Mason. And it looked like the princess was forging connections, those were always good for diplomacy in foreign lands.

The princess stared at the city of Hampton. It looked a bit like old photographs of Xirroni. Nerea looked at the factories, a bit worried about their impact on the environment. But since the Atlantian Dominions was using technology from a century ago, it couldn't do that much harm.

The view changed from the city to the country. Looking at the Indentured (or Leasing, but Nerea had a feeling they were Indentured) workers in their shabby clothes laboring in the fields was heartbreaking. It still reminded Princess Nerea of the serfdom Voxija used to have in the 18th century.

Mason told Nerea about how his father had planned a great dinner to welcome her, and had invited some important people to dine with her. Nerea was flattered, but she was a princess, such a dinner was appropriate, and she hoped no one would be too obsequious or worse, racist.

Mason Lockwood had asked Princess Nerea a question, and she responded.

"Walking around the Estate would be wonderful. I think that with riding, everything goes by too quickly. And yes, I will attend the Bowie Stakes Race; Voxija is too small for any large horse racing circuit."

Nerea felt a bit like she was affecting the attitudes of this very old-fashioned country, but why not? This was why she came here in the first place, to get a taste of the old ways before fast cars and computers and other modern tech.
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Postby Atlantian Dominions » Wed Jul 01, 2020 8:11 pm

Voxija wrote:Eneko Ydaverri, the Duke of Xirroni, rode next to the driver. The Duke always went where the princess went, if she wanted him to be there, and she did. Eneko was glad that his friend was enjoying her time in the Atlantian Dominions, even if he couldn't hear her conversation with Mason. And it looked like the princess was forging connections, those were always good for diplomacy in foreign lands.

Mason Lockwood had felt a pang of embarrassment when he’d seen the Duke of Xirroni striding down the gangplank behind Princess Nerea. In his eagerness to impress Nerea with the car, he’d forgotten to account for her escort. He should have come with the larger coach with enough space for all three to sit together. Instead the Duke was up front with the driver, a discourteous place to seat a man of class. Mason hoped that the man was not upset at the arrangement. If he was, then hopefully the diversions of the Estate would be enough to smooth the Duke’s ruffled feathers.

Voxija wrote:The view changed from the city to the country. Looking at the Indentured (or Leasing, but Nerea had a feeling they were Indentured) workers in their shabby clothes laboring in the fields was heartbreaking. It still reminded Princess Nerea of the serfdom Voxija used to have in the 18th century.

Some of the Indentured laborers looked up as they heard and then saw the motor car pass them by. A few overseers were scattered throughout the tableau of hunched over workers, easily identifiable through their nicer clothes and the officious manner in which they surveyed the people under their eye. This was the dark foundation of the Atlantian economy. It was through the labor of these people, who worked nearly sunup to sundown for nothing but the “privilege” of living in a crude shack and eating gruel twice a day, that provided the bountiful products which families like the Lockwoods sold for immense profit.

Voxija wrote:"Walking around the Estate would be wonderful. I think that with riding, everything goes by too quickly. And yes, I will attend the Bowie Stakes Race; Voxija is too small for any large horse racing circuit."

“You’re in for a treat,” Mason said. “The Bowie is the biggest race of the season. Even the President comes down to attend. My father is a club member, so we’ll have great seats to watch everything.”

Soon, a more narrow branch of road diverged off to the right, marked by a sign that read BEAUVALE. The car turned off the main road and followed the arrow-shaped sign. The endless fields eventually ended at a split-rail fence with a gate across the road. A sign affixed to the fence read BEAUVALE MANOR. Standing by the gate was a bored-looking young man, whose horse was tied to a fence post a few feet away. He hurried to open the gate when the car approached it and doffed his hat as it rolled by. Now the view was different, with uncultivated land dotted with grazing horses and small copses of trees. Slowly, Beauvale Manor itself rose into visibility on the horizon.

Beauvale Front
Beauvale Rear

Beauvale was a Palladian-style frame mansion with an impressive two story portico over the front porch. Surrounding the big house were all the various buildings necessary for the running of the Estate, from stables to smokehouses to guest houses for those visitors not important enough to be put up in the mansion itself.

“There it is,” Mason said. “Home sweet home.”

The car pulled around the carriage circle and came to a stop in front of the entrance, where Mason’s father William Lockwood was standing in front of the assembled staff of the house. There were a few footman in the same livery as the driver, a half dozen young women in maid’s dresses, a cook and his assistants, and an assortment of other domestic helpers. A butler stepped forward to open the door for Eneko to step out from the front, then stepped around and opened the doors for the backseat. Mason was out of the car first, then he turned and held out his hand to help Nerea out of the car.

“Princess Nerea, Lord Xirroni, allow me to present my father, William Lockwood, master of the Beauvale Estate,” Mason said, gesturing to his father. William stepped forward and gave a short bow from the waist, and the staff bowed low or curtsied at the same time.

“Welcome to my humble home, noble sir and madam,” William said in a ceremonious tone. Then he smiled and stepped forward with jovial eagerness to shake Eneko’s hand and kiss Nerea’s.

“Never before have we had such an exotic beauty here at Beauvale,” William told Nerea. “Allow me to present my wife, Rachel.” A woman the same age as William in an elegant dress nodded her head and smiled. “Come, come inside, you must be tired after all that traveling. The kitchen should have some drinks and snacks prepared very soon.”

William Lockwood led the group inside, through the foyer into a large, extravagantly decorated parlor. Portraits of past Lockwoods hung from the walls, along with a few landscape paintings. A marble fireplace sat unused in the summer heat. Everyone was able to take a seat in a plush chair, upholstered in a bright blue fabric, and soon enough two of the maids arrived with platters bearing tea, coffee, and small pastries.

"Mason tells me you're here to tour the Dominions," William said. "You'll find things here are quite different from Grand Harbor. Anything in particular you came to see?"
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Postby Voxija » Thu Jul 02, 2020 3:12 pm

Eneko Ydaverri was a bit annoyed at the indiscretion of putting him in the front, but that could be ignored. When he would get to the estate, the Duke would be pleased. He hoped.

Princess Nerea was overcome with excitement. Beauvale Manor was beautiful. A mean part of herself whispered, not as beautiful as the Royal Manor—Voxija's royal palace was called the Royal Manor—but Nerea ignored those feelings and looked at Beauvale's columns.

Mason helped Nerea out of the car—what a gentleman! In Voxija, the person who got out of the car first helped the other person out, no matter what gender. Princess Nerea enjoyed the old-fashioned charm of this chivalry.

William Lockwood didn't seem petty or overly impressed, as Princess Nerea had feared. He kissed Nerea's hand like an old retired knight. He did call Nerea exotic though, which while tasteless, wasn't an insult. Exoticness was relative, and the Atlantian Dominions was exotic to Princess Nerea.

Eneko Ydaverri, the Duke of Xirroni, didn't like William at all. He seemed fake and overly eager to please, and he just kissed the princess's hand like... well, the Duke didn't know, but he was offended! Eneko didn't find fault with William Lockwood calling him "Lord Xirroni", though. While archaic, it was an accepted term in Voxija, at least the translation, and the Atlantian Dominions was archaic anyway. Eneko Ydaverri was willing to ignore these minor breaches of protocol of the sake of diplomacy.

Princess Nerea walked into the mansion and regarded the parlor. The princess was used to splendor, and unlit fireplaces were common enough in subtropical Voxija. Nerea admired the service here; the maids were quick. Nerea wondered if it was because the Lockwoods trained Leasing maids well, or trained Indentured maids well enough...

Atlantian Dominions wrote:"Mason tells me you're here to tour the Dominions," William said. "You'll find things here are quite different from Grand Harbor. Anything in particular you came to see?"


Princess Nerea pondered this question. Of course, Nerea wanted to see a boat regatta, and the Bowie race, or cowboys, if they were there, and... well, not a real Indijan. Maybe a real Indijan. Princess Nerea kind of regretted that statement at the Cotillion. She was swept up in the whole "Colonial Faire" thing then. As 9/16ths Viñak herself, Nerea could talk about Indijans that blasé-ly, but it still felt a little strange.

The way William Lockwood worded that question - "You'll find things here are quite different from Grand Harbor" - it made the princess think William meant what Nerea came to see in Marydale. Not anything particular in Marydale, except the Bowie Stakes Race, but if Nerea found out about something good, she would come to see it.

Nerea decided not to ask William straight out whether he meant all the Dominions or just Marydale, and tell her host what she wanted to do all around the country, but politely.

"I am well aware that things here are much different from Grand Harbor. I came to this country to see the Bowie Stakes Race, since my island is too small for a horse racing circuit, the great mountain ranges that simply don't exist in Voxija, and maybe a boating regatta, among other things."

Princess Nerea worried how she came off. She was both a Princess Classic and a modern princess, but the Dominions weren't modern at all, and they had their own expectations of how a princess would behave. Nerea worried that she would cause an incident by not fitting those expectations. Not this early in her trip!
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The Republic of Voxija (pronounced: Voshiya)
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Oddly Jewish. Trying to learn French and failing. An American who wishes the US would switch to the metric system. Stroppy cow and proud of it. Secret pyromaniac?

my politics are confused and muddled
I did not create this friggin flag; it is the Basque flag, and I will not change my IC flag.
I'd rather be fishing.
I think that by now I've created more lore for my nation than most real-world nations have.
I actually don't speak Basque. I just think it's a cool language.

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Postby Atlantian Dominions » Sat Jul 04, 2020 12:30 pm

Voxija wrote:"I am well aware that things here are much different from Grand Harbor. I came to this country to see the Bowie Stakes Race, since my island is too small for a horse racing circuit, the great mountain ranges that simply don't exist in Voxija, and maybe a boating regatta, among other things."

"Well, the big Magellanic Relay is coming up," William Lockwood said. "Biggest sailing race in the Dominions. They start up at New Penzance, in Laurentia, and then they sail down the coast all the way to Caroline, with some stops along the way. The best place to see it along the way is Duxbury, in Sylvania." Mason nodded. The Duxbury Regatta was another major part of the social season, and one he'd planned on bringing up with Nerea at some point while she was visiting.

"As for mountains, you can't go wrong visiting Lake Coronado," William continued. "Beautiful country there with the north end of the Cascades. And it's safe now that they've chased all the Indijans away. Used to be you'd need a Gunslinger or two to come along with you, just so you could relax for a bit. But that's all further down south."

"But I think you'll like our own Dominion the best," the patriarch said proudly. "They call us the Old Dominion, you know. First settlers from Telvira came right here and founded Hampton. All the other Dominions, well they're nice, but they just don't have our history."

"Father," Mason spoke up. "I offered to show Ner...Princess Nerea, around the Estate before dinner."

"Certainly, an excellent idea," Mason's father said. "And Duke Ydaverri, I'm sure we can find something to entertain ourselves while these two have their walk. Tell me, do you shoot in Voxija?"
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Postby Voxija » Sun Jul 05, 2020 2:43 pm

Atlantian Dominions wrote:"Well, the big Magellanic Relay is coming up," William Lockwood said. "Biggest sailing race in the Dominions. They start up at New Penzance, in Laurentia, and then they sail down the coast all the way to Caroline, with some stops along the way. The best place to see it along the way is Duxbury, in Sylvania." Mason nodded. The Duxbury Regatta was another major part of the social season, and one he'd planned on bringing up with Nerea at some point while she was visiting.


That sounded awe—very good. Princess Nerea didn't know why she was correcting her colloquial thoughts with something more appropriate for a princess, but in her experience, thoughts translated into words, so thinking in a specific manner can lead to talking in that same manner. Maybe Nerea should write a book.

Nerea hadn't heard of the Duxbury Regatta before, but it sounded amazing. Voxija had some boat races, having an island culture, but they'd gone out of fashion when modernity came. Not for that last time, Nerea glorified in the vintage attitude of the Atlantian Dominions.

"As for mountains, you can't go wrong visiting Lake Coronado," William continued. "Beautiful country there with the north end of the Cascades. And it's safe now that they've chased all the Indijans away. Used to be you'd need a Gunslinger or two to come along with you, just so you could relax for a bit."


...And the nostalgia was all gone now. Princess Nerea considered the mixed blessing. When the Cresques first came to Voxija, they had cordial but cold relations with the Viñak people. Over time, relations had grown warmer, and there was a lot of mixing. Now, there almost weren't any Voxijans who could be said to be only Cresque or Viñak.

Nerea considered the attitude strange about it being good to chase the Natives off their land. But if they weren't gone, Atlantians wouldn't have been able to enjoy the beauty of places like Lake Coronado. Hmm. Nerea hadn't thought about it like that before.

"Father," Mason spoke up. "I offered to show Ner...Princess Nerea, around the Estate before dinner."


Ner...Princess Nerea noticed the slip-up. Although she was glad that Mason had corrected himself, it was kind of cute that he almost called her Nerea. It was a another sign that Mason thought of the princess as a friend, and not another princess. But Princess Nerea was interested in protocol, and she did not say "you can call me Nerea". Not around Mason's father.

"Certainly, an excellent idea," Mason's father said. "And Duke Ydaverri, I'm sure we can find something to entertain ourselves while these two have their walk. Tell me, do you shoot in Voxija?"


Eneko Ydaverri pondered the question. Eneko Ydaverri certainly did shoot; he had a gun that was in his family since before the Atlantian False Tribulation, which was also around the time when Voxija changed from an absolute monarchy to a constitutional monarchy. Interesting...

But if Lockwood meant the people of Voxija in general, no they did not. Voxija had adopted gun control policies. It was hard but not impossible for Voxijans to get their hands on a gun, and it was rare for Voxijans to even want a gun.

The Duke decided to split the difference. "Well, I shoot." He began to like William Lockwood better. A bit better. "Let's go."
The Republic of Voxija (pronounced: Voshiya)
I'm female.
Oddly Jewish. Trying to learn French and failing. An American who wishes the US would switch to the metric system. Stroppy cow and proud of it. Secret pyromaniac?

my politics are confused and muddled
I did not create this friggin flag; it is the Basque flag, and I will not change my IC flag.
I'd rather be fishing.
I think that by now I've created more lore for my nation than most real-world nations have.
I actually don't speak Basque. I just think it's a cool language.


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