Gigantipithicus Day (IC, sign up required)

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

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[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader straightens his tie as he opens up his door and steps out of his room and into the hallway. He is dressed in a different outfit than usual— a plain white suit, brown leather shoes and a crimson tie, as was the traditional clothing worn by the ruler on Gigantipithicus Day. Carefully placing a specially cultivated black rose into his lapel, he begins to walk briskly down the hallway, passing by a number of cleaners as he went. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Kelly Clarkson, stepped out of a room and walked alongside the Leader. “You alright?” She asked.

“Mmph. Nervous.” Murmured the Leader, deliberately avoiding eye contact. Eventually, the two arrived at a smaller room, where they were greeted by a few other Ministers and many housekeepers, who had spent days cooking and preparing the dishes that sat in the corner of the room. Jellies, alcohol, soups, pasta, chicken and much more were laid out neatly on the grand, ornate table. The Leader gravitated towards the bottles of alcohol, but was stopped by the Minister of Foreign Affairs, who grabbed his arm and whispered something along the lines of, “can you go one second without drinking?!” She released his arm from her grasp after a few moments, and walked away in the other direction, shaking her head in frustration as she went.

The Leader frowned and began pacing around the room, waiting for the other guests. He flung open the doors at the end of the room to reveal a large balcony space with a lectern, a few plants and multiple chairs on it. Sighing, he sat down on one of the chairs and pondered the dark blue sky, snow falling lightly and pattering gently against the window panes.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

At the main airport in British Arzelentaxmacone, a Marajarbian airplane would land. Within the plane was none other than Foreign Minister Mike Mohammed. Mike Mohammed at that point was experienced in terms of foreign affairs, being present for many events over many years, ever since the end of the Tzatzikistani Civil War, when Marajarbia was put on the path that led it to become the superpower and trade empire that it has developed itself into over time.

Mike Mohammed was instructed by President Fred Edwards to visit British Arzenlentaxmacone to first attend the celebrations and mingle with some of the guests, and then he was instructed to take a tour of the recent oilfields that the Marajarbian Construction and Shipping Group, one of Marajarbia’s major corporations, recently purchased from British Arzelentaxmacone.

He would get off of the plane, pass through customs, and get in a car to where the celebrations are taking place.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader got up from his seat after a while and walked back into the main room as the strength of the snow increased. He traipsed over to the table and inconspicuously poured himself a glass of wine, which he drank and hid behind his back, knowing that Clarkson would find out. He turned around, but was blocked by Clarkson herself, scowling at the Leader. She quickly slapped him across the face and took the glass from him. “What did I tell you about not drinking?!”

The Leader murmured something in apology, and hung his head in shame as he walked back over to the balcony, leaning on the railing and checking his watch. He wondered when the other delegates would arrive.

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

The Roar of the engines of an B787 Dreamliner landing on the tarmac at the closest Airport to the festival, followed up by a C-130 Carrying 3 BMW X5s which are heavily armoured.

Sir. Johan steps out, walking down a very large stair case which comes with the aircraft, the C-130 had landed 30 minutes prior, the 3 BMWs waiting for the Rheinish delegation.

Sir. Joh then follows Johan, then Charles, and then Nikita, they go into the centre BMW the most armoured one with blacked out windows, Johan is the driver.

The two other cars are blacked out with 4 Guards each, they all have rifles locked in gun safes in the trunk, as well as pistols. On them they carry. A taser cuffs and a baton.

The Convoy slowly pulls up to the building, the rear and front car flashing all blue lights for a second, they are undercover police BMWs borrowed for the escort.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader sits up with a start as he hears the convoy pull up. He claps his hands together excitedly, before walking down to the doors of the room and turning down the hallway. Eventually, he arrives at the lobby and is joined by Clarkson, who scowls at him but otherwise shows no sign of annoyance. “Here we go.” Murmurs the Leader, adjusting the rose on his lapel.

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Johan is first to exit, shouting at his security in German to do some stuff, followed by everyone else.

Johan is wearing what he always wears a White Military Uniform with Bavarian Bleu facings. Charles is wearing a Black Suit, Joh is wearing a Black Police Commissioner Uniform, and Nikita is also wearing a black suits and is known to be the opposite of lady like.

Johan adjusts several Medals before walking forwards into the lobby

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

Johan is first to exit, shouting at his security in German to do some stuff, followed by everyone else.

Johan is wearing what he always wears a White Military Uniform with Bavarian Bleu facings. Charles is wearing a Black Suit, Joh is wearing a Black Police Commissioner Uniform, and Nikita is also wearing a black suits and is known to be the opposite of lady like.

Johan adjusts several Medals before walking forwards into the lobby

The Leader grins. “Salutations. Thank you for joining us on this fine day, I trust your journey was comfortable?”

He extends a hand to Johan as Clarkson turns sharply and strides away.

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Johan shakes his hand,

"ER, Uh, Yes."

He signals for Charles to translate.

"We are very happy to be here, I trust you know Charles as he works in the ASP, Joh is my Military Advisor and Nikita is incharge of parliament."

Joh and Nikita instantly begin talking about the lobby in German.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

Mike Mohammed would be the second one to arrive. He was wearing a black suit and tie with red shoes and dark sunglasses. He noticed the arrival of the representative from The Hanoverian Rhineland, and followed him in. Upon entering the building and seeing the leader of British Arzenlentaxmacone, Mike Mohammed would say the following:

Mike Mohammed: “Happy Gigantipithicus Day!”

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“Thank you very much. It is good to have a representative here from one of our most trusted allies.” He says, before turning to the Hanoverian Delegates.

“Apologies, I do not speak German.” Says the Leader, shaking Johan’s hand. “And yes, I am familiar with Sir Charles.” He pulls away from the handshake and speaks to everyone there. “It is good to see you all, would you like to go to the main room now?”

[Southeast Marajarbia]

“Thank you very much. It is good to have a representative here from one of our most trusted allies.” He says, before turning to the Hanoverian Delegates.

“Apologies, I do not speak German.” Says the Leader, shaking Johan’s hand. “And yes, I am familiar with Sir Charles.” He pulls away from the handshake and speaks to everyone there. “It is good to see you all, would you like to go to the main room now?”

Mike Mohammed: “Sure.”

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader nodded and gestured for the others to follow him as he turned around. He briskly strode down the hallway and finally reached the small room. Pushing open the door, he led the other delegates inside.

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

As they enter Johan begins to say in German:

"Where's are the drinks?"

Before Charles can translate Nikita slaps the every living god out of them.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

As they enter Johan begins to say in German:

"Where's are the drinks?"

Before Charles can translate Nikita slaps the every living god out of them.

The Leader raises his eyebrows and grimaces as he sees the man be slapped. “You alright?” He asks, thinking of when Clarkson slapped him earlier.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

The Leader nodded and gestured for the others to follow him as he turned around. He briskly strode down the hallway and finally reached the small room. Pushing open the door, he led the other delegates inside.

Mike Mohammed: “What a small room. Anyways, are you planning a statement for this wonderful occasion, by any chance?”

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Johan just stares at Nikita.

"If you weren't my sister you'd be dead." He says in Palatine German, a dialect of German that only the royal family is permitted to speak.
Nikita smirks
"That's so sad" her face goes serious "If you ask for a drink, that isn't wine or beer, I will knock you out, stop drinking strong stuff."

Johan rolls his eyes

Charles just standing there while Joh is exploring
Even though they are a royal family they act as though they are just some random family in Bavaria, just they can kill anyone and start WW3 with 152 different numbers and letters and punctuation.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader nodded and gestured for the others to follow him as he turned around. He briskly strode down the hallway and finally reached the small room. Pushing open the door, he led the other delegates inside.

Mike Mohammed: “What a small room. Anyways, are you planning a statement for this wonderful occasion, by any chance?”

“Well yes.. there is a balcony out there, and I intend for everybody to stand on the balcony as a sign of unity whilst I give the speech.” Says the Leader, glancing over at the window. “Heavy snow today, eh?”

He turned awkwardly to the Hanoverian Delegates. “I err.. don’t speak German. Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Mike Mohammed: “What a small room. Anyways, are you planning a statement for this wonderful occasion, by any chance?”

“Well yes.. there is a balcony out there, and I intend for everybody to stand on the balcony as a sign of unity whilst I give the speech.” Says the Leader, glancing over at the window. “Heavy snow today, eh?”

He turned awkwardly to the Hanoverian Delegates. “I err.. don’t speak German. Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

Johan writes something on a piece of paper, giving it to the leader, Johan somehow knows how to write and listen in English, but can't speak

The paper said "Wine, Please." He quickly looks behind him and sees Nikita with Joh exploring again.

Joh then approaches speaking in perfect English. "This place is very snowy, back in Rhein this only happens in the mountains, like in Bavarian Alps and Austrian Alps."

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“Well yes.. there is a balcony out there, and I intend for everybody to stand on the balcony as a sign of unity whilst I give the speech.” Says the Leader, glancing over at the window. “Heavy snow today, eh?”

He turned awkwardly to the Hanoverian Delegates. “I err.. don’t speak German. Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

Johan writes something on a piece of paper, giving it to the leader, Johan somehow knows how to write and listen in English, but can't speak

The paper said "Wine, Please." He quickly looks behind him and sees Nikita with Joh exploring again.

Joh then approaches speaking in perfect English. "This place is very snowy, back in Rhein this only happens in the mountains, like in Bavarian Alps and Austrian Alps."

The Leader is a little taken aback, since he thought that Joh couldn’t speak English. “I see. We get snow a lot of the time here, the temperature today is a little below -20°C.”

He then walks over to the table and pours a glass of the red wine, before handing it to Johan. “I hope you enjoy this wine, it’s made in Skei-Skil.”

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Johan writes something on a piece of paper, giving it to the leader, Johan somehow knows how to write and listen in English, but can't speak

The paper said "Wine, Please." He quickly looks behind him and sees Nikita with Joh exploring again.

Joh then approaches speaking in perfect English. "This place is very snowy, back in Rhein this only happens in the mountains, like in Bavarian Alps and Austrian Alps."

The Leader is a little taken aback, since he thought that Joh couldn’t speak English. “I see. We get snow a lot of the time here, the temperature today is a little below -20°C.”

He then walks over to the table and pours a glass of the red wine, before handing it to Johan. “I hope you enjoy this wine, it’s made in Skei-Skil.”

"If you are wondering why I speak English, unlike Johan, that guy sits in his palace all day. While I need to go to the wars."

Johan just smirks at him, then swirling the wine and sipping it.

"Er. Nice." He says in very heavily accented English that it also not pronounced properly either

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader is a little taken aback, since he thought that Joh couldn’t speak English. “I see. We get snow a lot of the time here, the temperature today is a little below -20°C.”

He then walks over to the table and pours a glass of the red wine, before handing it to Johan. “I hope you enjoy this wine, it’s made in Skei-Skil.”

"If you are wondering why I speak English, unlike Johan, that guy sits in his palace all day. While I need to go to the wars."

Johan just smirks at him, then swirling the wine and sipping it.

"Er. Nice." He says in very heavily accented English that it also not pronounced properly either

“I understand.” Smiles the Leader, impressed by Joh’s fluency in English. “And Johan, I’m glad you like the wine. We make all the good alcohol in Skei-Skil.”

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader walked over to the drinks table and poured out a few shot glasses of rosewater vodka. He took one and downed it, slamming the glass back down on the table as Clarkson shook her head, grabbed the Leader’s arm and whispered angrily into his ear. “Your limit for today is 3 drinks. We don’t want an incident like in the ASP boardroom, now do we?”

He shrugged and went back to the other Delegates. “So, the speech will only commence once the other delegations arrive. In the meantime, help yourself to food and feel free to explore the palace.”

[The Hanoverian Rhineland]

Johan near instantly gravitates towards the Meat and alcohol, while Joh speaks to Charles in Palatine German. Nikita is on her phone most likely talking to parliament as she stil has to do her duties in some capacity.

Joh sweeps a bit of snow that was in his hair off, before moving to talk to Nikita, they only talk to eachother in Palatine German, not even their own security guards know what they say.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

The Leader takes a steaming bowl of leek and onion soup and sits down on the balcony, staring at Victory Square where crowds had begun to gather as he ate.