The Holiday Most Forgotten [IC / Attendees ONLY]

[Rapaldegia Bagazis]

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The Autumn Angels | Theme

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"4:50 PM, they should get here soon.." Degiazi Airport, once bustling with life and planes was closed down - specifically for this day. Maybe he should've done this earlier, but the invites are already out in the open. No point in turning back now, he was stuck waiting for them to arrive. Out in the runway, a large line of guards stood there patiently - waiting for their targeted guests to arrive. It's go to show all delegates had a team to protect them, during their travels. The Degiazi ATC continuously looked around its radars, curiously waiting for any sight of aircraft approaching. Back home, gourmet courses were being handled - culinarians prepping large turkeys, cutting up ham, carefully lining the pies.

There's no real point in waiting for them here.. fixing his leather jacket, Luther would opt to leave the airport. Its musical ambience.. weird, sincerely because there was no one there but him.

Town Hall - Degiazi

The man gripped his chin, rubbing his fingers against it - a old man who needs to retire. 'Course, when push comes to shove, he needed to be ready and active. In discreet of course, his own people hated him. But he was doing what he could! Shaking his head slightly, gently patting his forehead. Luther stepped up from his chair, walking out at last - entering an unnamed SUV awaiting to transport the President.

Large banners of cartoon turkeys were flown across Luther's backyard. Glasses of water across the long table - each chair designated for each delegate. Ambient noises from critters crawling around the grass, and Bagazia's national anthem. Pretty lights fly over the trees, as the culinarians slowly walk out of the house with silver platters - each with a little bit of everything. A small toy train runs around the center of the table, small steam coming out from the top of it. All while back in the airport, the Bagazian guards still await the diplomats to arrive. Small specks of snow flitter across the runway, the roars of the city lights and fireworks could be heard across the entire valley.

Luther's Backyard - Thanksgiving Dinner

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OOC: Hola hola, only for those who applied before the due date :)
OOC
I wholeheartedly appreciate everyone who did apply, I am smiling at the fact this is sort of.. my first thread I made for ALL nations, not one on one, not a post - a thread. However I still have a rule to put out.
Please - do at least 5 sentences in your post. For quality and for the love of god. Anyways, thanks!

[The Astral Mandate]

Upon the plane's landing, the two Astralites quickly concluded their conversation, which had gone on for some time. His Serenity was eagerly sharing his extensive knowledge of Bagazia with Mr. Schmidt, who listened intently, glad to have some good company. This country, with whom initial contact had shown promising signs of a lasting friendship, had quite a few similarities with The Astral Mandate regarding its ecosystem and climate, as Dr. Virtanen made sure to explain in great detail. Such commonalities inspired their choice of gifts: Schmidt took the responsibility upon himself to offer the customary haskap wine, while Virtanen chose a new gift: a sachet of haskap seeds, further continuing the theme of the Astral Mandate's favorite fruiting shrub–– or at the very least, Neri Virtanen's. Considering both men's wishes to strengthen relations with Bagazia and other represented nations while having a great time, a gift that would grow with time made sense.

[Strogamehouf]

5:00 PM, King Jack Hauff and his son, Leon K. Hauff arrived at Degiazi Airport, and are escorted to Luther Suomi's residence.
5:07 PM, and the two of them arrive at Luther Suomi's place of residence.

King Jack Hauff: Wow, this place is gorgeous! Look at it son, it's magnificent, isn't it?

Leon: Yeah, dad. It's cool.

King Jack Hauff: How about we head inside and see who all is here?

Leon: Okay dad.

Jack: Look, I get that you don't really want to be here, but it's so you can mingle with other diplomats from other nations so that you have good relations for when you become King. Can we just act like we enjoy being here and have a nice time?

Leon: Alright dad. I'll try

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

Alexei Ivanova was next to arrive, the disgraced former delegate from the CSL who had been relegated to a lower government position, and assigned this job as an opportunity to redeem himself, of sorts. A government owned jet, marked clearly with Arzelent insignia, became visible over the skies of Bagazia, and as the aircraft touched down gently upon the landing ground, a slight hiss escaping the tires as they bounced somewhat along the concrete surface, the British Arzelentaxmaconean anthem played triumphantly. Truly, they had chosen to be as brazenly patriotic as they were early to the event.

Alexei himself was still inside, having spent most of the flight trying and failing to call his superiors in an attempt to gain some understanding of what his actual role was at the celebrations, but managed to gather his thoughts and compose himself just about enough to leave the plane comfortably, most of his dignity remaining even after the incident in the CSL boardroom. Being dragged out of the building by Azmen guards and being banned from ever visiting the nation again was admittedly unfortunate, but it did little to upset him much.. although his slight disgruntlement was understandable. He forced a wide grin as he left the plane, waving to the guards and reaching the ground once again after his long journey.

“Ah, greetings! I am the delegate from BA for this lovely event. I trust you shall.. usher me to the celebrations’ location?”

[The Toll]

4:15pm
From afar, The Tone watches.
4:30pm
The Tone watches the host arive.
4:45pm
The Tone hits the acceleration and makes his way towards the airport.
4:50pm
The Tone pauses, watching Luther leave.
"Odd."
4:55pm
The Tone arrives, his tall, slender figure can be seen taking off his helmet, revealing that he is wearing a blindfold.
He steps off of his motorcycle and pulls out a small, odd looking box, and puts it into his pocket.


He watches as the Hauffs enter a SUV manned by some of Luthers men.

"It seems Luther is not waiting for us."

And so he gets back onto his motorcycle, put his helmet back on, and takes the backroads to Luther's mansion

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edit: I just realized I typed backrooms instead of backroads lol

[The Way Sun Cooperation]

The private jet made a swift landing, the stairs being brought up almost instantly and as luggage was unloaded, a set of three black SUVs drove up. Each of their chauffeurs opening the doors to receive the Vice-President and he entourage. After five minutes the plane was empty except for the Minister of Internal Security. "So you have confirmed it is secure..." he said this in an almost slimly tone. "Yes sir, otherwise the Vice president would have not had got on the plane" he sighed before standing up and moving towards the door. "Very well... I always prefer to be sure, have a CID hostage team just in case, I will head there now." he exited the plan entering the lone SUV left behind from the convoy.

Vice-President Ereos
The SUVs quickly arrived to Luther's house, the Vice-president shedding his entourage of security, as he exited the car leaving only his personally security officer. "I presume we wait here" He could see the odd group of people alongside there vehicles... he was annoyed at his ministers late arrival but that could be overlooked it was a time of celebration after all.

[Surana]

Yamina Ṣurani and her 2 bodyguards/table carriers arrived at the empty airport, they found it kind of hard to navigate amount the unfamiliar space that was the Degiazi Airport, after having trouble exploring, they would eventually meet the Rapaldegian Guards and greeted them with a handshake, asking them to lead the way for the group

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A few hours earlier Yamina Surani and the Guards were in a Rapaldegian plane, waiting for what seemed like actual days to try and stay awake as they didn't want the mystery object in the box to tip and fall over in the plane, it was pretty important and it would be a shame if anything bad happened to it, although they may just be exaggerating in their minds though since the actual trip was about only 3-4 hours long (or that's what it says how long a plane flight should take from Israel to Finland), eventually after they arrived, they had to slowly but surely move the rolling table, with a white blanket on the top to hide the mystery substance, down from the Plane Exit to the station itself, it was a pretty long task as all 3 of them was extremely careful in moving and positioning the table so that the object doesn't fall off, it took about 6-7 minutes to reach the entrance.

[Gonswanza]

Mere minutes after the latest delegate had arrived, Laura Ortiz soon makes her entrance, though it would mostly consist of a rather inconspicuous passenger aircraft arriving at the airport, followed by the dictator herself proceeding through the airport and waving off any fanfare that may have appeared from her presence, prior to the transport to the very site of the celebration itself. A calm, cozy little backyard, a cozy home, and a comfortable tour of the city on the way there, with Ortiz herself checking through note cards in her transport just to catch up on possible topics of conversation, given the idea of the event was not so much political as it was a simple celebration of a sacred holiday that was seldom touched upon beyond the United States. Even Gonswanza didn't celebrate it, instead looking to a march of lights by night as a celebratory victory against nature, with a small feast prior. Then there was obviously Christmas, plus her own birthday, though until the time came, she'd only be held back to sitting at her office huffing cigars.

Once she does arrive to the scene, however, she would be quick to step out and offer herself to the occasion, even if she was armed, the weapons she carried were purely for show as part of her uniform. The usual sidearm and blade, of course, acting more as accessories than ugly military pieces of kit, as she would find herself in a rather calm and gently lit area, where the others had arrived prior to her.

[Foggycap]

And not even a second too soon, the delegate from Foggycap arrives. A tall humanoid, she was wearing a cloak that hid her figure, mostly, under heavy cloth and a hood with long sleeves that, if held to her sides, would also mask her hands as well. Yet, she was calm and graceful, curious about human customs as she floated about with her floor-length attire giving her an almost angelic appearance. But she was not here for political banter and discussion, nor was she here for debating socialism and capitalism and why one was superior to the other. She was simply here to have fun, to watch humans, to interact, and to grow connections beyond the KTO even if many nations here would likely look down upon her nation as some fictional backwater slums infested with parasites and overgrowth.

At the very least, she could offer a welcome first impression... Depending on who she ran into first.

[Minstekko]

After the Shroom had arrived, via portal most likely, the next arrival to the airport was an airship from Minstekko. A long journey was taken by Margaret, yet, she was willing to indulge herself in the trip and had even taken the luxury to use sweet, fruity perfume based on the nectar of local plants within Minstekko's borders. However, unlike the delegate from Foggycap, despite being of a similar bloodline as Minstekko was a former colony of Foggycap, Margaret had instead used her normal dress to attend the party, done up with her pointed hat, small cape, and boots along with her pants and other attire (as seen in her profile). A simple fit, though it was one that was terribly out of season given it was more reminiscent of a Halloween costume than a thanksgiving one. Yet, like Angelica, she too was curious about human customs, given she had grown up in Foggycap and later moved to Minstekko only to quickly climb the ranks to lead the small nation in the face of greater regional threats. An interesting person to talk to, truly, if one didn't mind having to explain some things to her...

[Greater Marine]

Degiazi Airport, Bagazis

The blue and red plane glided slowly through the darkening skies. The jet was an ordinary-looking aircraft, but that belied the years of work that had gone into producing Greater Marine’s first modern airliner. The meteor-400 was in every regard a modern jet, comparable to the 737 and A320 series aircraft , and as such it was a symbol of Marinian technological prowess to use it for this important role - ferrying the nation’s leadership. The jet slowly sank towards the runway, the bright beams of the landing lights cutting through the darkness of the evening skies, the nose pointing skyward as the plane glided over the approach lights and the white stripes of the runway threshold markings.

The main gear compressed under the force of the impact as the plane hit the ground with a thud that resonated throughout the cabin of the Marinian presidential jet and sent a jolt through the people onboard. Within a second, the spoilers popped up along the entire wing, as the runway markings below flashed by in a blur of white and grey. President John J. Jameson and the other 20 or so passengers, including aides, journalists and security guards were thrown forward by the sudden deceleration, as the plane came rapidly to a stop at the end of the smooth, grey tarmac strip The President checked the time on his watch: we’re late, he thought ruefully, as the jet taxied to a stand on the far side of the terminal.

As the plane stopped on the concrete with its faded yellow markings, stairs were quickly rolled up to the door. A crew member, dressed in a blue uniform pulled a lever an opened the door, as a small band gathered at the end of the stairs began to play the Marinian anthem. As the brass fanfare began to sound out over the airfield, Jameson walked down the steep staircase, dressed immaculately in a dark, navy blue suit with a sky-blue tie and gold cufflinks. He smiled and waved at the handful of journalists present at the foot of the staircase. He gave a few brief remarks to the Marinian press, before he skunked into a black limousine that quickly ferries him to the building here the other delegates and leaders were present. The car stopped at the entrance, and a white-gloved, black suited figure silently stepped out of the fort and opened the rear door. Jameson stopped under the low ceiling and strode out of the car, flanked by 2 security officers in black suits. The chauffeur bowed stiffly and slightly to the President, as he walked towards the gathered dignataries with a quick, purposeful stride.

“Greetings, I am President John J. Jameson of the Republic of Greater Marie. It’s an honour to meet you all,” he said with a half smile that masked his innate disgust at the Gonswanzan dictator and the disgraced Arzelent diplomat.

[Independent Republic of Boldonia]

Degiazi Airport
Degiazi, Bagazian Republic

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Johnathan Fisher touched down aboard a regular commercial jet at the airport and exited onto the same avenues that a regular traveler. The government he served, the Provisional Government of Boldonian Northern States, did not have the same luxuries that the proper sovereign states also showing up at the meeting had. Legally speaking there was a no-fly zone over its territory as declared by the internationally recognized federal government, any aircraft flying over northern airspace could legally be shot down without warning.

Luckily though, this no-fly zone was not enforced, federal aircraft did not dare to begin full scale operations over the north lest they incite northern retaliation, really the issue wasn't getting out of the north but finding a place to land where you wouldn't immediately be arrested for violating that no fly zone. Belligerents and supporters of the federalists in the civil conflict were obviously off limits, the United States, Brasilistan, Australia, and Japan wouldn't do. However the Mount Parlely Armed Services Company had found a promising route a few days prior and shared it with the Provisional Government. A short flight would take its passengers to Manila International Airport, the Philippines being neutral, and from there commercial aviation would be taken as to not arise suspicion.

Using this route Johnathan Fisher arrived in the Bagazian capital and looked to make his way to Luther’s residence. He eventually found it, a taxi, a metro, a car specifically set aside for him, whatever it may have been, and began traveling to the residence. Fisher mostly ignored the celebration element of the day, his business here was purely that, business. The Provisional Government of Boldonian Northern States although not viewing itself as a legitimate government did view its cause as legitimate, and with more and more of the international community choosing to support the federal government it needed to act soon before it was invaded from all sides by all of Boldonia's western allies. The Bagazian Republic was seen as a starting point, they supported the federalists but they weren't entirely NATO-aligned, the perfect candidate to begin chipping away at the federal government's international support.

[Greater Amagansett]

Cadence’s flight had been… eh, whatever. Sure, there was a baby crying the whole way. But ah, whatever. It was over now, and her almost naïve optimism had blossomed back into action in her head. Yippee! Meeting new people! Her favorite thing! Although she couldn’t afford to totally be herself- after all, she was technically doing some de facto diplomatic work. Eh, whatever. Officially, it was just to test the waters. So what if they were metaphorically cold, right? Anyhow, once she had had her fair share of taking in the sights of the festivities in the city, she made her way to her actual destination in earnest. She had no guards or security of any kind- it was just her, and her dark purple suit with a red tie. As she walked in and approached the other attendees, she seemed rather chuffed just to be present, with a smile on her face that had no lack of genuinely positive emotion behind it.

“Hey, y’all! Hope I didn’t miss much! The name’s Cadence Clark, from the East Coast Republic, but most people just call it Amagansett. It’s a pleasure to be here, and I’m mighty grateful for the opportunity to attend!”

As for her voice, it was rather fitting for the somewhat archetypical bubbly southern belle that Cadence was. She seemed to be leaning ever so slightly to one side from the hips upward, almost as if she was mildly allergic to standing up perfectly straight, but for all her minor informalities, she didn’t mean to be disrespectful…

[Rapaldegia Bagazis]

Watching the Astralite diplomats land was.. an illusion. They were already here before the fog even arrived, but nonetheless their car was awaiting them. The texture of the SUV was stunning, smelling like it came from heaven. "Do get in the car, sirs." A man would grab the box of gifts, stuffing it in the trunk of the SUV for transport. The car doors swung open, awaiting two Astralite men to hop inside. It was freezing cold outside, the guards weren't going to wait much longer anymore. Through the small sounds of the whoosh and slash of wind, it felt.. odd - just standing there. They weren't exactly friendly, nor are they going to talk to anyone. Maybe it's best for them to just.. enter and await their arrival at Luther's house.

The Guards quickly ushered them into a nearby SUV, transporting them to Luther's House - Unknown Location, that is. The culinarians nearby overheard their little chatter, though confused about whatever in hell they meant. It wasn't totally unexpected, a King's son unwanting to participate in a grown-up dinner. No one was quite there yet, allowing them free roam over the backyard. Colonel Eon was soon to make his appearance, just not yet..

Hearing the Arzelent anthem being played out loud almost made one deaf - annoyingly, the guards weren't so fond of Alexei already. Gritting his teeth, the guard went up to Alexei, saluting him in respect. "..Come right this way, if you will." The guard pointed over his designated SUV, not returning any gesture of a wave or smile back. He simply walked back to the car, waiting for Alexei. Deep down, the guards were freezing their asses off, but for the protection of their assigned delegates - they had to act professional.

Two Hetze Agents watched the Tone from the cold distance. His every movement and action - recorded and written in the book. Watching him.. rushing to attend an obsolete party was insanity. They did nothing, all while still watching the Tone - he wasn't sneaky to bypass security measures.

The guards just watched the Way-Sun delegates walk up into SUVs and leave, without.. proper notice. It felt disrespectful, not allowing Bagazia to fully secure one's safety. It was their pride to make someone safe, specifically in their own country. Nonetheless, they ignored the ones who left - not caring enough for them at this moment. The backyard was still festive, the gates were open - with caution one of the culinarians approached the men. "Oh.. hello! You do know you could.. come in right? Don't just stand there.. please."

Though the Suranian delegate brought her own bodyguards, they were overall.. friendly. In exchange the fellow guards extended their hands to return the offer of a handshake. Opening the door for her to enter, leaving some extra space for the bodyguards. "Come on in here, quickly now." They hastily pushed them inside, closing the door and locking in on Luther's house... transporting the delegate to her destination.

"The infamous dictator.. yuck.." The guards nearby were judging Laura, an drunkard who happened to lead a nation. "Quiet you idiots. Oh Ms. Ortiz.. please, if you would enter here you'll be transported over to Luther's residence." The car door swung on open, a fresh bottle of wine was there awaiting Laura. A 1928 antique, specifically ordered to be given to Ortiz whilst in the car. Our own.. little present for the Gonswanzan nation. The wind bashed itself against the glass windows, the warmth of the inside fighting the invading cold. Luther's house wasn't that far in distance, so it wouldn't be too late until Laura turned drunk once more.

Seeing such a tall woman made the guards feel.. nervous. Unsure of what to say - or even what to do in this situation. One of the men slowly opened the car door, though snickered at the thought of her not being able to fit. Quietly so, he covered his mouth, not trying to catch the attention of her. Another guard spoke up, introducing himself. "G'day ma'am, if you would please enter this SUV you shall be transported to your destination. It's freezing cold for us so.. I do recommend getting inside here soon!"

Watching the short person waltz over to the car was.. a funny sight. Looking almost like a fictional female wizard at best, the guards would hold their laughs in. One would snort before speaking to Margaret, kneeling down and offering a greeting handshake. "G'day ma'am.. would you.. please get in the car so we can take you to our president's house? If you would be so kind."

Thankfully, no shooting of Marinian Airlines would occur in their trip to Degiazi. A relief, as they would be responsible for cleaning up the mess afterwards. It felt worse, most delegates called in their own chauffeurs in Degiazi - not taking the option to sit and ride with our friendly guards. The guards were still mesmerized at the sight of Jameson himself. Most Bagazians adored and respected the Marinian nation, for unknown reasons. Security in Luther's house watched Jameson's introduction.. not a pretty sight that was. However the Marinian guards would be kicked out, no foreign guard shall be allowed inside the House, in and out.

Security watched as the Provisional delegate.. drifted off into the distance. They didn't approach him whatsoever, the man felt.. unfriendly at best. It might've been the chilling cold from the weather. But they're not going to know, nor do they need to know. A black SUV would follow Fisher's transport to Luther's house. Making sure nothing happened, car crash, kidnapping, whatever it could've been. They kept a close eye on this delegate, especially. Ruining such fun would.. lead to unwanted things.

Baffled at the fact that.. Cadence bypassed Bagazian security. Strangely so, it almost felt like a blur - teleportation. Well.. it couldn't be bothered, if she safely made it to Luther's house it was all good. One of the culinarians approached the kind woman, smiling glamorously at her - extending a warm hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, don't.. dig into the main course food before Luther's speech. Other food would be.. over there." Pointing over at a small table filled with a chocolate fountain, some sweets and breads. It was temporary, if they did get hungry of course.

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The Grand Scheme of Things | Theme

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Luther watched above from the House roof as the delegates started flushing into the backyard. He was amazed, wasn't expecting high-level diplomats to come and actually enjoy a dinner. It felt.. nice, sharing this holiday with others was enjoyable. Grabbing his cigar pack from the upper pocket, lighting it up - gently placing it against the man's lips. It was exhausting, not even the smoke from the cigar could be seen due to how cold Degiazi was. Looking down, another culinarian would bring a large platter, unbeknownst to him. She would place it in the center of the table, revealing the top to be a large stuffed turkey. Smoking hot, apples around it all around the turkey itself.

The Grand Turkey - shall be eaten by us.

Not wanting any bickering to begin without his watch, Luther would holler down to the delegates. "Hey! I'm up here! Please, do enjoy yourself and chat with eachother! Dinner shall be prepared soon!" Yelling all of that was.. straining. His throat couldn't take it, coughing out bits of his own spit into the air. Luther threw the cigar away, slowly laying down on the roof decor. Just.. watching the stars above, it was beautiful. No moment could ruin that, unless someone started a fight - that is.

[The Toll]

4:58 pm, whilst on the backroads.
*thinking to himself* Decent security measures. The guards did not seem to interfere with the route I took, but if they intended to hide whilst watching me, they did not succeed.
5 pm, The Tone arrives, but instead of entering the yard, he goes around to the kitchen's external door and knocks.
While waiting for a response, The Tone takes off his wetsuit and helmet, revealing his attire as simple and modest. A pair of immaculately clean pants, comparable to blue jeans, a solid black t-shirt, and a pair of black, military-grade, boots. He then pulls out the curious black box once again and sets it on the ground. It then flashes white and where the box once was, is now a duffel bag. The Tone then reaches into the bag and pulls out several pies, as well as a tray of something. After he sets those on the ground, he puts his helmet and wetsuit into the bag, and the bag is once again the box. Odd.
5:05 pm, as one of the kitchen workers open the door, they see the man in the blindfold standing there. "I have a delivery" the man states. "5 Pecan pies and a tray of blackberry cobbler, where you like me to set them?"

[Azmeny]

A belated arrival



President Yuri Korolev glanced anxiously at his watch as he sat in the first class seat of the chartered Azmen Airlines plane which would take him to Bagazia. The flight had been hastily arranged, following the breakdown of the President’s own Tu-154 whilst taxiing in Azmenabad, which had rendered the Azmen leader and his entourage embarrassingly late for the dinner of President Luther Suomi of Bagazia.

Now, high above Degiazi, the chartered jet- an ageing Il-96 driven by four ancient turbofans- was stuck circling the city’s airport as inclement weather made an earlier landing attempt completely unviable. As the plane tossed and plunged in the brisk winds, the President found himself wishing he was on the ground a few hours earlier. This brought back the worst memories of his experience three decades ago as a pilot in Azmeny’s people’s airforce, the sphincter-tightening experience of aborted landings at windswept Jolsary airforce base in the arid windswept province of Altairny.

After a few minutes of the large airliner being thrown around like a ragdoll, however, the plane began to descend towards the runway threshold. Out of the window, Korolev could see the ground steadily grow larger, and the lights and taxiways of the airport come into view throw the small, round window. And then, with a thud, the soviet-made airliner touched down, and came to a stop, throwing Korolev forward as it rapidly decelerated along the concrete runway. The plane then taxied the runway, before coming to a stop. He was finally there.

A red-carpeted staircase was extended to the front exit of the plane, and the aircraft was greeted by an honour guard of olive-uniformed honour guards, the gold piping of their uniforms glinting in the cold light of the Northern European sun. They and their instruments had been flown in earlier for the occasion, arriving well ahead of the President as passengers on an ordinary Azmen Airlines flight.

The rich sound of their Instruments filled the frigid air with the strident tune of the Azmen Internationale, the anthem of the Central Asian nation, whose lyrics and tune had stirred up the masses as they overthrew the sultanate six decades earlier. Then, out stepped President Korolev, waving to a crowd of gathered onlookers. Cameras flashed, and Azmen flags were waved, as the President descended the stairs, and the last notes of the chorus faded into the din of the airport.

The President then walked towards a black Mercedes, with Azmen flags adorning its front. A soldier of the Presidential Guards then opened the door of the limousine, which hastily departed for the house of Luther Suomi. The car sped along the highway towards the President’s house, turning off onto the road and pulling up to the front of the house.

Korolev then exited the car, his guard holding an ornate silver teapot, a gift from one head of state to another, and a well regarded symbol of the People’s Republic, a nation which was certainly very fond of its tea. The President then rang the doorbell, before shooting a furtive glance at his watch. He was late.

[Foggycap]

Entering the SUV, she gently assured the men even as her eyes glowed with her soothing voice.

"I'm certain it won't be long, sir."

Granted, she did awkwardly get in befire being carted off to the complex.

Upon arrival, she soon slips out, smiling as she soon spotted the delegate from Minstekko, though she held her tongue and instead wandered off to talk with others, besides those she was already familiar with or close to politically.

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

Alexei walked smugly, a smirk on his face as he climbed into the SUV, the Arzelent anthem still playing in the background. It was a mess of brass instruments, strings and deep vocals, but most importantly, it was loud, and absolutely deafening for anybody within a 100 metre radius. Alexei seemed unbothered by the over the top, exaggerated tones, though, and simply sat down inside the vehicle, making himself comfortable and stretching, offering a simple salute in return. “So, where are we going now? To meet Luther, I presume?”

[Rapaldegia Bagazis]

A military officer would stand there, looking over at the Tone. He pointed to the backyard entrance, where everyone was making their arrival. "Make your way over there, this door is off limits. Place them next to the sweets already provided, thank you."

A butler would tap his shoulder, from behind. "Mr. Korolev, good sir - you're at the wrong doorway. Please follow me, the other delegates are over here, though you could be surprised to see who is here." He turned away, walking on the sidewalk toward the backyard - assuming Korolev was already following him.

The guards simply watched the woman wander off. One of the culinarians nearby would spot her tall figure, nervously approaching her. "Ha..ha.. hello.. would you like to try a sample of our Butterscotch pie..? Ha.." Her legs would be seen shaking, intimidated by the woman.

The guards wouldn't talk to Alexei, simply entering the driver's seat enabling the child lock feature. The SUV would light up, pushing gently on the pedal - making its way out of the airport. The ride was quiet, for the most part - only the yells of cheerful citizens in Downtown could be heard. Upon arrival, the guards would hastily exit the vehicle, grabbing Alexei and dragging him out of the SUV. Before long they would drift off into the sunset, never to be seen again. Alexei had arrived, a culinarian would make her way to him. "Hello hello! Please come in, there is some sweets over by that counter you can eat if you wish. Make yourself comfortable, delegate."

[British Arzelentaxmacone]

“Hey, hey! Don’t you dare drag me, this suit cost 2 thousand NSD! Hey, you’re wrecking my suit! Now, don’t leave me here, don’t you—”

Upon spotting the culinarian, he stopped his furious shouting, getting to his feet quickly and running a hand through his slicked back hair. “Oh, uh, hello! Sorry, there was just a.. little confusion regarding my ride here. Thank you, by the way, I shall. Have a good day.” Alexei smiled politely, acting totally different from how he was a few moments ago.

[The Toll]

The Tone stands, unfazed by the guard.
Is there anyway I may be of service here in the kitchen to aid the process of getting food out on the tables? If I must, I will submit myself to a search, and I ask that if there is anything on me that you do not wish for me to have whilst in the kitchen, you allow me to put it in the container on my bike.
stretching out his hands, pushing the dishes forward
These also need to be reheated for around 5 minutes, so putting them on the table is not optimal. I would appreciate if you would let me serve this delicacy from my home in the proper way.
The Tone continues to stare the man down eith eyes conveying utmost patience and honesty.

[Minstekko]

Even if she was to arrive after Angelica, she could only scoff at the humans, a poor first impression as she toyed with a few coins in an orb of frozen time, the coins drifting down slowly until it froze still, befire being spun around in suspended animation as an idle trinket, before heading out to join the others while holding a less than spectacular opinion of the human hosts.

[The Way Sun Cooperation]

They watched as one of the waiters approached them, after listening to the waiter the vice president spoke. "Right away, where should we head to? I'm quite ready for this celebration and would like to great our host before I continue further" he said this as he singled his guards to enter the SUVs, the officers swiftly moved back to the cars before driving off. "I see security is more than approtiate, there should be no need for my entourage. Could you be a good man and direct a Mr. Clement to me when he arrives?" He said this as he passed a tip of five hundred NSD, "A thank you for your assistance" he said this as he made his way towards the main body of the party, preparing to make small talk for the next several hours...

The vice president approached the man, having heard the shouting and wishing to investigate. "Good afternoon" he extended his hand for a hand shake. "I heard the commotion, I was wondering what was the cause of it?" he suddenly noticed his lasp of etiquette and introduced himself. "I'm vice-president Ereos, of the Way Sun Cooperation. I do apologise for my lack of manner, who would you be?"

After a few minutes the last SUV of teh convoy arrived, with Minister Clement exiting the car. "Grab teh wine cases, we will go search for a service entrance" his security officer was quickly to retrieve the cases from the back of the SUV. They walked towards the service entrance noting the argument between the security officer and the other man. "Excuse me gentlemen. I wish to drop of the Cooperation's gifts" He listened as the argument continued, "Gentlemen you should calm down, Is it such a significant problem that you cant let them drop off the food to a fridge? If it makes you feel better you could stand over his shoulder the entire time, and maintain security. All I wish to do is to drop of my nations gift and get to the party" He sounded slightly exasperated with the last few words.

[Independent Republic of Boldonia]

Immediately upon arriving Fisher would begin the search for Luther, he wasn't here for the turkey or the wine, no, he was here for business. He brushed past all of the other diplomats and representatives at the residence, his goal was straightforward and as such it required a straightforward path to arrive at it. After the turkey was brought out and Luther announced himself from the roof, Fisher immediately knew his destination and looked for any way to meet with the host.

[Greater Amagansett]

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Cadence seemed totally unaware of her accidental humiliation of the Bagazian security as she shook the hand of the culinarian who had approached her.

“Oh, of course I won’t. The last thing I would want to do is to offend the host.”

She turned to look at the smaller table, and nodded. “Thank ya kindly for letting me know.” And for a while, things went without incident. She ate a few things from the table, and milled about, waiting for more new arrivals. But it didn’t last. Still, the… shenanigans started with something rather banal- she needed to use the bathroom. She wandered off in pursuit of one, making several turns and peering around a few corners. She was beginning to get really, really confused. Extremely confused, and frankly lost. This went on for about 5 or 10 minutes or so, before she turned a corner, and, for whatever reason, thought a random door would lead her to a bathroom, and opened it. Instead, she would find a relatively small room, with a desktop computer, some shelves and drawers, and a tall filing cabinet. Upon looking at the desk, there were several folders of files, and a few papers lay loose, on their own- their contents clearly visible and available to read. How interesting…