President Redmond Hosts a Bonfire (IC, Closed)

[ViZion]

OOC: RP thread; only for those who signed up already. Signups are CLOSED now. OOC thread: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=6145
IC:
It was nearing nineteen hundred hours, and the temperatures were hovering at about 100 degrees fahrenheit; the perfectly clear skies would be offering a gorgeous sunset over the Atlantic as a backdrop in an hour. President Redmond Archie was relaxing on the back, wearing plaid blue and white shorts, a white tee shirt, and flip flops. The logs were setup, ready to light up the beach as darkness would set onto the beach.

The one thing missing? The guests... who would surely be arriving very shortly.

[Kagetora]

A single black limo pulled up into the expansive parking area provided for the beach. A single imposing man stepped out, his 6'4" frame clearly drenched in sweat in the heat. His sunglasses were visibly fogged up, and his dark black suit wasn't doing anything to improve the image. As the door opened, a single figure stepped out, his attire in stark contrast to that of the chauffeur who doubled as a guard. Where the guard was dressed in something you would expect at a business meeting, the prince was dressed in the wholly more appropriate wardrobe of a dark blue Hawaiian shirt, with palm frond patterns adorning it, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of strap on sandals.

His dark skin tone and jet black hair at odds with the bright blue sky, Crown Prince Tokugawa Ienara looked to the beach, to find he was one of the first to arrive. That was fine, it would allow him to take his pick of those that arrived, and extra time to consume the excellent food and drink that was guaranteed to be present. Ienara had brought a dozen kegs of the finest sake that could be found in Kagetora, and 50 of the odd, cube shaped watermelons grown in the nation.

As usual, he hadn't bothered to put on sunscreen. Like most Kagetorians, he burned at the beginning of summer, and then typically didn't burn again for the rest of the year. His copper tone showed how true that was.

Reaching back into the limo for a pair of sunglasses, he walked out onto the beach, looking for one of the many world leaders that were supposed to be arriving. The limo that had brought him drove off with the guard. If the ViZion nation hadn't already prepared out of sight defenses around the party to protect the many VIPs from potential terrorist attacks, the guard wouldn't do Ienara much good anyway.

[Amazonian Beasts]

The SUV limo was not short on its opulence, a combination of power and grace in a solid body design. Lord Marka Ragnos, leader of the triad of emperors in the Dominion, was enjoying the slow-paced ride to the beach aboard the car, relaxing with a mojito in hand while two Amazonian blonde-haired women fought over some little piece of technology next to him. He wasn't taking Kara or Odette to the fiesta, but both were good companions found in Necropolis to accompany the powerful man in his leisurely trip to ViZion, a splendid country with no doubt enough commercial amenities to keep the two flighty Amazonian women occupied for a night.

Speaking of body design... thought Ragnos as he eyed the turned rear of Odette, the girl laughing with the beginnings of tipsiness entering her voice and actions. She has some niiiiiiice cheeks on that ass. That's a tax credit to whatever parents produced that bumpin' endowment...

We bout to have a party, let's get it started,
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy stroke, wanna get it poppin' baby step right up

The beats from the hip-hop over the radio of the limo, Ragnos and his two friends, Tyrus and David, enjoying the company of the four women in the car. Not exactly an executive affair occuring within the vehicle, but that wasn't the point...if the Amazonian emperor had wanted to look presidential, he would have signed up for the affair of leadership in a country that wanted formality, not common traits. The sandy shore and sun drifting lazily into its last phases of light presented an appealing scene for drunken fun - the thought that the new day was likely to be over Amazonia itself soon in the South Pacific failed to even register on the mind of Ragnos, who was too concerned about how long his beers would last in the company of drunk leaders.

The limo pulled up, with the driver pressing a button on his dash that opened the door remotely to the side. Time for Ragnos to get out - his companions were hitting the town for the night while he explored the lighter side of international leadership.

"Markky," Odette pleaded while hiccuping a tequila-smelling air bubble and forgetting she was talking to one of the top tier of leadership in her country, "I want to go to the clubbb with youuuuuu."

"Another time, baby," Ragnos laughed it off - Odette was just another skank, admittedly a hot one, that he could find anytime to do such things. "Tyrus and D gonna take you places tonight."

"Okay," the blonde girl barely half his age pretended to fret, crossing her arms grumpily.

The emperor stepped out of the car as his driver did the same, moving around to the rear cargo compartment to retrieve several things from the limo. The first two were expected - two kegs of beer, still untapped and with specially-designed "ice-sides" to prevent the liquids inside from growing disgustingly warm, and preserving the ice-cold alcoholic nourishment. Twenty handles of various drinks - from vodka to premium tequila, with spiced, coconut, and flavored rum accompanying whiskey and 151 - were brought in alongside the beer kegs, along with several mixers - as Ragnos was somewhat lazy in mixing his drinks, and as this wasn't an urban nightlife situation, he had things such as pre-made mixes, juices, and sodas, rather than ingredients - and tub after tub of ice and ice packs to keep anything and everything cool and primed.

Ragnos himself looked like the epitome of the Amazonian beach bum. His medium-tanned skin reflected his caucasian heritage, yet still was certainly dark enough to pass at any rooftop cabana-laden pool club in Nova Oceana. A pair of grey basketball shorts adorned his lower body, with a forest green and yellow t-shirt representing the Necropolis A&M football team covering the emperor's torso and upper body. His final piece of clothing lie in the form of two brown flip-flops on his feet; besides that, Ragnos was ready for beach, drank, and little else.

"Peace," David called back from the limo as it pulled away with a screech, hip-hop beats still blaring from the speakers as Ragnos strolled through the sands towards the two leaders who were already there.

[Trefoilland]

INTRO-DUCKTAPE

A jet was flying high in the skies. It was the personal jet of President Alexandre Hopkins, invited to a bonfire in ViZion. A very special day, since it was going to be (at least the ViZionarian President Redmond wanted to be) very casual. The President was joined by the Prime Minister, Jonathan Rhys Wilson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Klaus Davutoğlu, the Minister of Economy, Michelene Hafız and secretaries, bodyguards, translators, a crew of around 20 people. He was flying in a modified Streamline Eagle 20R, a beautiful jet designed by ViZionarians that was the epitome of its kind.

Casual was a word that wasn't in the Government's etiquette. The "crew" was dressed with suits, ties, the politically correct outfit. Hopkins was 65 years old, his hair was in an early whitening stage, and he had blue eyes. He was good-tempered, enthusiastic and quite emotional. He was kind and happy, but his goofs and gaffes were angering many. Physically he was tall, but he had a major problem: hypertension.

Davutoğlu was older, around 70, and he had brown eyes and a quite large nasal appendix. He was extremely experienced in foreign affairs and quite of a serious man, as he escaped more than 20 assassination attempts by Armenian and Kurdish terrorists. He was calm, but quite serious.

Hafız was around 50. She had naturally fair hair and had once-beautiful green eyes. But she was extremely bad-tempered. Not only she had different points of view from the government, but she also didn't want to join the bonfire. She hated ViZion like she hated bugs. She was calling them imperialists, moneymongerers. She was always complaining about how the constitution was infringed by recent policies.

The remaining people consisted of a few journalists, secretaries, interpreters, and even a food taster.

HIGH-JACK-OFF

At the middle of the flight, suddenly, a hijacker came in with a balaclava and a LMG. "Hands up everyone!" he screamed. Everybody was terrorized, except the President, which didn't actually care. The man was scaring everyone, notably Hafız. "I will RAPE your dead body!" the hijacker was shouting. Hafız was screaming and crying. She was never so scared in her life. "Watch out, I have a bomb that'll go KABOOIE!!!" the hijacker shouted. "Okay now this plane will go to Atlantis!" He was heading to the cockpit and just when he was going to open the door....

The President stood up with an impressive cold blood. He came near the hijacker, he took off his balaclava and said: "Okay friends, the animation is over!" Everything was just an animation, and the LMG was a water gun. The President was laughing out loud, but the same thing couldn't be said to his companions. Hafız raged she went out of control, and then she just fainted.

ARRIVING-IN-ALL

The aircraft landed at the Vitalita International Airport. After the check-ins, the check-outs and the custom checks, 2 SUVs custody of the Embassy took them off. They arrived in 20 minutes to the luxurious hotel. The SUVs parked at the expensive parking space, and Hopkins noticed: "We're not the first..." "But certainly not the last, Mr. President". replied Davutoğlu.
Just when entering the hotel they saw Alyx Sheehan, the Ambassadress. She had reserved ten rooms for the personnel in the hotel. "Nice to see you Mr. President", she said.

ROASTED-IN-THE-BEACH

After leaving their wallets at their room, the whole crew was still dressed in PC clothing. They went to the beach. "Even though I think a meeting with other world leaders is diplomatically important and requires political correctness, I still would like to think that with such a temperature we may be in a difficult situation" said Davutoğlu.

[Xin Han]

The warm air and rays of sunlight, which were slowing disappearing, felt good on the Crown Princess's skin, which was more exposed than usual as she was wearing her casual clothing. The Crown Princess was clad in only a yellow sundress with black lotus flowers embroidered upon it. She wore very little jewelry, as she thought a modest look would do better for her international image. The small limo that she came in remained in the parking lot with the others, except her limo was full of bodyguards, something that her father the Emperor wouldn't let her go without.

The excitement of seeing so many world leaders almost caused her to drop her gift for the party, Xin Han vegetables grown on her own plantation. They were quite excellent on the grill, but food was far from the royal's mind. Her gaze landed upon someone she was quite interested in, someone who almost immediately made her blush. That someone was Tokugawa Ienara.

Her small moment of weakness was overcome by her ambition to uphold her family name and the wishes of her father. The princess took a deep breath and walked towards the beach, realizing that these were here final steps in training to become Empress-Regent of Xin Han.

[Zwangzug]

"Thank you for the ride." Felix Wainwright nodded towards the ViZionarian who had driven him down from Vitalita. The car was hardly notable, but it was air-conditioned.

Slowly, the Composite Minister walked towards the fire pit. He wore a maroon t-shirt, jean shorts, white socks, and tennis shoes. Hopefully this is suitably "casual"...

[Trefoilland]

Hopkins was surprised when he saw all these world leaders in relatively casual outfits. "Maybe you are right, Klaus. Let's go back to our rooms and take some more casual outfits."

"I will stay here Mr. President, just in case President Redmond arrives before you come back." replied Davutoğlu.

"Pff... anyway, I don't want to see my Foreign Minister roasted 'till then!"

[Grittonia]

The Grittonian Supreme Leader Pappa Nick P. had taken his personal Jet the 'Gold Necklace' to take him to the Bonfire.
As the flew near the Bonfire he got his parachute and looked down upon all those 'leaders', and jumped out of the 'Gold Necklace'.
He took his plates of Grittonian food out of his bag and he put on his golden flip-flops.
''GO PARTYTIME!'' He shouted before he landed 30 seconds after he jumped.
He was ready to have a good time.

[Trefoilland]

Klaus Davutoğlu looked at the landing Grittonian leader and said to himself: "Why such a luxury?"

[Fatatatutti]

Marie-Louise looked less like a general and more like an adolescent gymnast, at barely a meter and a half tall and a little over fifty kilos. Her blonde hair was braided into two pigtails that just brushed her shoulders. Barefoot, she was wearing nothing but short red shorts and an AC-DC T-Shirt that left several centimeters of midriff bare - 'nothing but' being the operative words. Going commando was one of the few soldierly things about her that night.

She strolled up the beach toward the knot of people. Outflanking the guards was something thing that came naturally to her as a soldier and approaching from an unexpected direction was another. In typically untypical Fatatatutian manner, she was a soldier who didn't look like a soldier and a diplomat who didn't behave like a diplomat.

She stopped a meter or so behind a tall man in a Hawaiian shirt, her feet apart and her fists on her hips, and barked in her best parade-ground imitation, "What is this? A funeral?"

[Noordeinde]

President Roosevelt and the first Lady arrived a bit late. At 18.00 hours "Noordeinde President One" touched down at Vitalita International Airport.

"Noordeinde President One"

The President and the first Lady were amazed by the gigantic Airport which was "way" larger then s'Gravenhage International Airport.

Afther stepping down from the Aircraft Stairs two Chevrolet Suburbans with Secret Service Personnel waited for the arrival of the President and his wife. They had arrived already before the President did one hour ago by a Noordeinde Airforce Boeing C-17 Globemaster.

The President and the first Lady stepped in the "State car", whic carried the Noordeinde and ViZion flags, and afther that the 5 specially chosen men and women from the Noordeinde Secret Service stepped into the back-up vehicle from the Secret Service.

The Presidential State car accompannied by the Secret Service.

Immediatley after everyone was ready to go the two vehicles speeded away, through the gates of the airport onto the public roads.

Luckely due the lights and sirens the "little" motorcade made it's way quite fast through the heavy traffic around ViZion's capital city.

After half an hour the motorcade arrived at the coast and entered a little sand road which lead to a specially created parking lot where already quite some vehicles of other Heads of State and dignitaries stood. The two Chevrolet Suburbans parked next to an armored Limousine and the Secret Service Agents helped the President and the first Lady with stepping out of the armored suv's and accompannied them to the beach.

Afther arrival at the beach the President dismissed the Secret Service agents and ordered them to go back to the cars and wait there untill the event was over.

[Grittonia]

The Grittonian Supreme Ruler quickly checked if his golden necklace, his golden teeth and his golden knife were still with him as he saw all those nation 'leaders' coming.
He quickly took a sip of his just dropped Grittonian Ale and walked around.

[Trefoilland]

Then Davutoğlu saw the President coming. He was literally amazed at how he was casually dressed. A hat made of straw, a hawaiian-styled shirt, shorts, slippers and big sunglasses. He was exactly dressed like a tourist.
"How's it goin' on, Klausie?"
"Hum... Mr. President... I am kind of... shakened by your... casualness, no offence." Replied Davutoğlu.
"Stop talkin' like a Brit, yo look like a penguin!" Alexandre said and then laughed. "Just kidding, Klaus. I didn't want to offend you."[/i
"No problem, Mr. President. I am used to these kind of things. Where is Mrs. Hafız?"
"Michelene must still be dressing. Ah... women..."

Then the Ambassadress, Alyx Sheehan arrived, with a striped tube top and a red mini-skirt. She was very elegant and had a beautiful smile, and had beautiful chestnut hair. She was very different from the ambassadress she was. Nobody could recognize her from her casualness.

[i]"Now that's what I call a hot chick, blatantly said Alexandre."
"Ahem, Mr. President, do not forget you are a president and she is an Ambassadress and therefore, you must..."
"Hihihi. I'm not offended at all, Mr. Minister. In fact, I kinda enjoy it..."
"Come in here, replied Alexandre by holding her from the thigh."

Then came in butlers carrying several shopping carts of food and beverages. There were many local specialties, inculding lahmacuns, pides, lokums, döner and kebap from the Turkish side, several French cheese variants and English bacon, muffins and panckakes. There were also the Turkish rakı and tea, French wine and English coffee. There was also more international food, like hamburgers, chicken wings, coca colas, nuka colas and swiss cheese. The butlers placed all these meals in a huge table laid at the beach.

[Kagetora]

She stopped a meter or so behind a tall man in a Hawaiian shirt, her feet apart and her fists on her hips, and barked in her best parade-ground imitation, "What is this? A funeral?"

OOC: I think this is directed at me...

Startled, Ienara quickly pivoted on his left foot in order to face whoever it was who was talking to him. Instinctively, his right hand started moving up to his forehead in a typical KAAF salute. When he saw who it was who was barking at him, he started laughing. Her casual outfit at stark contrast with the serious look on her face.

With a quick, 45 degree bow, Ienara replied with a wide, playful grin on his face.
"And a good evening to you too. I don't believe we've met, I am Ienara, crown prince of the Kagetorian Shogunate."

[Fatatatutti]

"And a good evening to you too. I don't believe we've met, I am Ienara, crown prince of the Kagetorian Shogunate."

"General Castro-Stalina, from Fatatatutti. Call me Marie-Louise. I have met Kagetorians before, under less pleasant circumstances."

She looked around, her forehead wrinkled. "These things seldom work out well. The host either doesn't show up at all or hides in a corner somewhere and everybody just stands around with whoever they came with.

"I came alone, so I may have to stir things up myself," she grinned.

[Kagetora]

"Well whatever my countrymen have done in the past, it is a pleasure to meet you. And I must agree with your observation, I have not yet seen Mr. Archie."

Raising his eyebrow behind his dark sunglasses, he had a suggestion.
"I had a volleyball and net brought along. I wonder how a game would go over with the others."

[Fatatatutti]

"I had a volleyball and net brought along. I wonder how a game would go over with the others."

"Judging by their clothes, dignity doesn't seem to be an issue," Marie-Louise smiled. "It's funny how people who are used to dressing 'properly' every day of their lives never quite manage to pull off casual.

"But if you're going to get them tripping over their own feet and so on, better get at it before it gets too dark. Losing the ball in the bushes might be fun under the right circumstances, but...." She made a face.

[Kagetora]

Laughing, Ienara agreed, gesturing to one such leader who kept patting down his shirt.

"All right then. I'll have them set up the net." he said, pulling out a cellphone from one of the many pockets in his shorts, and dialing the limo (which had apparently been ordered to stay in the parking lot).

Continuing in Kagetorian, he started barking out rapid orders.
("Commander, get out the volleyball equipment.")
("But sir, I must protest. Volleyball isn't something fitting...")
("I don't care what is or is not fitting for someone of my status right now. I want to have some fun!)
Ienara heard a sigh from the other end of the line.
("Yes sir, right away.")

Snapping shut his phone, Ienara turned again to Marie-Louise.
"My people will have the net set up in a few minutes. We should probably find some more players."

[Fatatatutti]

"My people will have the net set up in a few minutes. We should probably find some more players."

"Where did Golden Boy get to?" Marie-Louise looked around for the fellow with the gold chains like a 1970s porn star. "I wish I had thought to make an entrance like his. I used to be a paratrooper."

She tried to catch the eye of one of the men, waving at him with one hand, then with both. "I think we'll have to settle for anybody who can stand up and breathe on his own."

[Kagetora]

OOC: In regards to the below, Xin Han and I have been discussing intermingling the 2 imperial families, and we thought this thread would be a good place for the 2 to meet.

"Or her own. I see plenty of leaders of the female persuasion in the area. But I couldn't do something like he did. The most experience I have parachuting is in practice ejections from aircraft."

Looking around, he did see plenty of world leaders who weren't men. Though strange to him personally, as very few Kagetorian politicians were women, it didn't bug him much, especially when his eyes passed over another East Asian. Waving, he tried to get anybody's attention, but a lot of it was directed at the Xin Han princess.

[Fatatatutti]

"Or her own. I see plenty of leaders of the female persuasion in the area. But I couldn't do something like he did. The most experience I have parachuting is in practice ejections from aircraft."

"I don't mean to be sexist. It's just that I've spent most of my life sleeping in the mud with men.

"Ejecting from an aircraft? Yikes. That's scary. I've done over two thousand jumps but only from a nice, slow-moving Hercules and low enough so you can touch the treetops. I don't like heights. Of course, we always have a nice friendly jumpmaster to boot you out the door if you hesitate, so it's all over pretty quick.

"Who's the cute chick that all they guys are oogling? A bit girlie for my taste, but...."

[Kagetora]

"That, sounds, fun I guess. Which one are you talking about?" said Ienara, slightly blushing. Hopefully it would be hidden by his skin tone. He knew his eyes were protected by the sunglasses, but still.

[Fatatatutti]

"Which one are you talking about?"

"The one you've been looking at." Marie-Louise picked up the volleyball that one of the men had dropped on the sand and balanced it on her bare foot. She wondered if it was okay to kick a volleyball and decided not to risk it, though the thought of provoking an international incident over a busted volleyball amused her.

"We have a lot of beaches in Fatatatutti but we don't play that much volleyball," she mused. "Soccer is more common. You can have forty kids on each side all swarming after the same ball and everybody has fun. Volleyball is a little more organized, I think. Not so much to our national taste. Big families, big teams."

Still standing on one foot with the ball balanced on the other, she looked at the Kagetorian. "Go ahead and talk to her. I won't be offended."

[Ruthless Slaughter]

The Sikorsky S-92 had lifted off from First City about 6 hours ago and was now getting clearance to land at Vitalita International Airport. A small motorcade was waiting to transport President R.L. to the beach. He was dressed in a dark Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts with sandals. A pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses hung from the chest pocket In the plush seat next to him sat a crate of four bottles of Dominion Green Label Bourbon. He only hoped four would be enough.

Since the flight plan had been cleared beforehand, landing confirmation was fairly quick and the helo touched down at the heliport section of the airport. R.L. was then ushered into an SUV and the three car motorcade motored off toward the highway leading to the beach.

In a twenty minutes, they pulled up and let R.L. out. He began to walk toward the beach and the other national leaders as the motorcade split up to do a patrol route along the road.

Smiling, he placed the crate on a table and looked around for a familiar face.

[Kagetora]

Now he knew he was blushing. It wasn't so much that he was ashamed of what he was doing, it was more that he got called out on it. It wasn't that the General was bad looking, far from it, but she just wasn't to his taste. Of course in his eyes, he vastly preferred those of a similar nationality to his own, and most Westerners didn't fit the bill.

With another bow, this one deeper than the first, and a quick, "Domo arigato gozaimasu," Ienara hustled off, his ears red and his face tinged slightly pink.