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Confederation of Independent Socialists: Founding Ceremony

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Moskovo International Airport

Ahrana

7:15 Local Time

May First, 2018

Seasoned foreign diplomat Arsen Ilyasov stepped off the plane as the staircase rolled under him. “A tad late,” he remarked, but good time nonetheless. Squinting in the early morning sunlight, he put on a pair on sunglasses and called the folks back home to say he made it.  

Walking into the terminal he noticed the distinct Ahranaian culture and other aspects and ways of life. Ilyasov sat down on a bench and he worked on his speeches, and what to say if called upon. The Euroführer was one of the first “new world” nations, and their reputation would be soiled if their diplomat came unprepared. Ilyasov also knew he had to carry himself in a tight manner. He would not want to be associated with the hard-lined communists, but he also couldn’t make too many friends at the convention either. “Truly a tight rope to walk.” he muttered to himself. Nothing he couldn’t handle. 

He went over the attendee list. The Lysians would endure a lot of jet lag. The host country Ahrana and others were jubilated for the summitt to begin, but other countries, like Ilyasov’s were much more reserved on the outside. The Ahranaian Secretary, Ivanoff, seemed extremely motivated and determined, though. He would get to know Greater Serbia, their neighbors across the lake, much better. He would also get to know Mauridiviah and their government positions. The Asgeirrans would be interesting to work with, as another member of the founding order. Prymont and Andalla were more socialist-capitalist countries countries, not the Communists of other countries here. The Prymontian superiority complex would be a bit funny to watch from afar, as presumably one of those “inferior” nations. Good thing the Andallans seemed a bit more open and cooperative. The Derthalers were quirky and strange, much like their government. The Euroführer would get a lot more intel from this meeting, that would be for sure, adding to the treasure trove of past encounters.

”So Sergei, you have a limousine coming right?”

”Yes sir, should be here any minute.”

As soon as he said it the limousine rolled in.

”Great timing, Sergei!” Arsen said.

The diplomat and his assistant threw their luggage in the back, and jumped into the limousine.

“Picked up a sandwich for you on the way sir.”

”Thanks Sergei, just how I like it!”

As the limo accelerated away from the airport Ilyasov bit into his sandwich. Not the best, but it would have to suffice for the coming days. The Ahranaian landscape was very intriguing going into Moskovo, he noted, looking out the window, and so would the diplomatic one in days to come. 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

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0800 AT | People's Palace, Moskovo, Ahrana | 1st of May 2018

Ivanoff looked at his watch to see what time it was, 0800 AT, then walked to his desk to make a phone call to the Garage.

Its about the time to start Heading to the Moskovo International Airport, please head that way in the State Cars and bring them to the People's Palace. I will be awaiting their Arrivals. Also if they have their own ride to the Palace place them in the Middle of the precession cannot have anything happen to them on their way here. Understood?

<Aye Sir Understood>

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As he awaited their arrival Ivanoff went to his window to look out side and see the City, as he was looking he saw this little car in the State Car Parking and looked closely and saw a Heilig License Plate. He could only assume this was the Delegate from The Empire, and he looked and his thoughts were confirmed.

He walked over to his desk and made another Call this time to Palace Security:

Yes this is Secretary General Ivanoff, I need a Security Detail to the State Car parking to the small car with the Heilig License Plate. It is the Delegate for the Empire of @Derthalen so please do not rough him up to bad I dont need another issue on my hands right now.

<Aye sir>

He hung up the phone and walked to the window, within what seemed like seconds the Security Detail were already on it. They were coming from all sides with the guns drawn slowly moving closer to the car. Ivanoff could tell that Mr. Schnipser was not paying to much attention to his surroundings till he looked up and saw them moving at him.

What seemed like a complete 360 turn of the head was more of a 180 turn but Schnipser was freaking out. The Security Detail were yelling for him to get out of the Car with his hands in the air and turn and face them and walk to them. As he walked towards them men they got closer to him and the lead placed his weapon in the holster and proceeded to get the handcuffs as he was placing them on he stopped and said something to Schnipser and they turned around to look at Ivanoff and that's when the team all laughed. Ivanoff waved for him to come in and join him at the front door for the greeting.

Ivanoff turned and walked to the front of the palace and stepped out as he did so the cameras outside flashed a couple of times but they waited till Schnipser was closer to begin the real flash hurricane. As the delegate walked to him, Ivanoff placed his hand out and shook his hand and said to Schnipser:

Please do forgive me for my dry sense of humor I just wanted to have fun with you a bit. I hope it wont cause to much of an issue between us. Yet welcome to the Capital and welcome to the Ceremony. Oh and smile your going to be on the page of the Newspaper.

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The airport lounge was silent as Nordeng and Stenberg waited. Aside from the tapping of Nordeng's laptop keys and the occasional clinking of glasses from some quiet couple at the bar, the place was void of noticeable sound. In Nordeng's opinion, this was what Ahrana was. A country empty of anything meaningful, a country that looked great on the outside but was internally dead. The Confederation was one last hope to grasp at international straws, a desperate attempt to establish themselves on the international stage, where so many refused to recognise their communist regime. Nordeng was aware that the United States were amongst the few countries that had officially recognised the new Socialist Federation, but he was also aware that Duval was deeply regretting that decision.

Unexpectedly, the lounge doors swung open and a friendly looking fellow approached their table. With a warm smile on his face and a gentle complexion, Nordeng knew he wasn't facing an Ahranaian, and was immediately at ease. Although he was unsure who this really was, he was glad to finally see a happy face in the sullen airport. A quick introduction from the man told a relieving story: @Andalla's Nikolai Lagerfeld, the country's ambassador to Ahrana, had come to greet them. 

With much sorrow, Nordeng and Stenberg couldn't stay long. Their KAP K6 had arrived, and would be part of the motorcade that would whisk the delegates away to the People's Palace. Despite inviting Lagerfeld to travel with them, the Andallan opted to take his own transport. For that, Nordeng was thankful. While a kind gesture, the K6 would've been a tight squeeze with three gentlemen in the rear. The upcoming K7 would be more suitable for a larger group of people.

The trip to the palace wouldn't take long, and unlike his time in @Iverica, Julian could not appreciate the scenery. Instead, he was focused on an upcoming ATARA assembly, which would be the organisation's first. When it mattered, his full attention went to ATARA. After all, he was in competition for a key executive position in the group, and had to make a promising impression.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Palace, Nordeng and Stenberg were swiftly booted out of the car and ushered towards the red carpet. At the ATARA founding ceremony, the Prymontian delegate had spent as much time as he possibly could on the catwalk, chatting to journalists, having his photo taken from varying angles and poses, and providing interviews for reporters. However, today was very different. The northerner made straight for the Secretary General, who was waiting by the grand doors of the Palace. He would ignore the flashes of the expensive cameras and the grand Ahranaian propaganda littering the path, with the fire in his eyes finding their path and making their importance known. Nordeng was angry, and rightfully so.

"What the hell was that?" Nordeng spat, ignoring Ivanoff's handshake offer. "You left us at an open airport, completely susceptible to terror attacks or prying paparazzi! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know the importance of this meeting? Does it matter that little to the Ahranaians that you don't care if your delegates make it here alive? Would it have been so hard for you to greet us at the airport, ensure our safety, and provide us with at least a semblance of warmth and friendliness? Or is your country to cold, too careless, for even that? Be glad that Prymont is only an observer. If we were a full member, you'd be getting your arse kicked."

Behind him, cameras flashed with exceeding intensity, capturing every moment of the heated outburst. Nordeng didn't care, however. He had no sympathy for socialists, and would be clear to make that known. Perhaps it would make his nation look disrespectful, and perhaps he'd be on the cover of national Ahranaian newspapers as an angry pig, but he couldn't let Ivanoff assume that how he'd gone about setting up the ceremony was suitable. Compared to their ATARA counterparts, the Confederation had a lot to learn.

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As the Delegates were arriving to the Palace the Presidential Guards made up a line down the Avenue to the Palace Gates. The first Delegate to make his way to the front steps was the Delegate for the United States of @Prymont

As he was walking to Ivanoff his stance and walk alerted the Guards around Ivanoff but with a movement of Ivanoffs hand they went back to attention but closely watched Nordeng to make sure nothing would happen.

Ivanoff was not amused with the lack of respect but it was also to be expected since the current relations between the United States and the Socialist Federation.

Now Mr. Nordeng I can assure you that there was security at the Airport it's just they don't dress like security but more like regular people like you and me.

Plus this is Ahrana and Ahranaian Hospitality is different compared to the hospitality you received in Ivercia. I cannot merely leave the confinment of the Palace to go to the Airport given my status in the Country. 

But please Nordeng come in and have some refreshments we have pastries and such for the Delegates while I greet the rest of the people involved.

Ivanoff made a mental note of the issue and was going to be sure to bring it up in the next Security Meeting in a few weeks. Plus he was going to make a mental note of the United States Delegate as well.

Ivanoff walked to the front steps and Waited for the next delegate to come forward....

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"Comrade Ivanoff! Good to see you, sir."

General Secretary Almas climbed up the steps in his characteristic broad stride, a smile on his spectacled face as he extended his hand to shake that of the Ahranian leader.

"A typical macho move by Prymont, was that not? Ah, but do not let it bother you; this is a proud day for socialism, my friend. Ahrana is to be commended on her devotion to international goodwill and cooperation."

Almas lowered the sound of his voice slightly, now no longer using the loud and boisterous "public" volume, and said "Perhaps we might arrange some time to meet in private during my stay in Ahrana? I understand you are a busy man, of course, but our nations have been far too long in meeting, and I believe we have much to discuss."

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As Ivanoff placed his hand out for Almas to shake the amount of respect in the handshake and firm look into the eyes, he knew that a great friendship had just been born.

Alams welcome to Ahrana and welcome to the Palace, that k you for coming and smile you'll be place on the front page along with everyone who comes.

Ivanoff lended him his ears for a moment and looked over to Ace who was standing to the left behind the guards. She made note and left for inside.

Almas I am a busy man yes but I'm sure we could find time at some point perhaps after the last day we could set up a meeting.

Ivanoff then moved aside and moved his arm up as to point to the area where the beverages and and such were located. After Almas had entered Ivanoff looked to welcome the next Delegate....

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Situation Critical: Andalla was now officially a messed-up political buffer zone.

Lagerfeld didn't expect Nordeng to explode that easily. Arriving right behind General Secretary Almas, he witnessed the whole spectacle from his car window.

"So much for @Prymont's climate, huh? Apparently it's really hot there," chuckled his chauffeur, Kolya. He was a funny, stout man in his late 40's, and a good friend of Lagerfeld.

"Oh, well... We'll just wait and see what happens," Lagerfeld sighed. "If Prymont-Ahrana relations have frayed up to the point of arguing before, well, everyone, we'd have to take a side one day. And either choice would have its consequences..."

As soon as Almas' car moved aside, Lagerfeld's Christensen Krona D20 came in for the cameras. Lagerfeld prayed hard that no one else would notice their blunder; Christensen Automotive was partially-owned by KAP. He never disliked Prymont, but nor did he want to be associated with them in front of Ahrana. To him, it felt like embarrassing Ivanoff, Ahrana's head of government, in front of the entire world. And who was he to do that? It was Ivanoff who was hosting the whole thing anyway.

News reporters and guards flanked the stairs leading up to the entrance, while Ivanoff stood there, expecting the next delegate. Lagerfeld stayed in the car for a few seconds, and, to his surprise, nobody came to open the door. The guards seemed almost static, watching every delegate's move since Nordeng's breakout. He mustered up all the courage he had, and at that time it was almost nonexistent, and opened the door himself. He stepped out of the car, while Angela followed close behind him, and walked up the stairs to greet the General Secretary. It would be his first time to meet Ivanoff, and one of the rare occassions when he actually got to meet a foreign leader.

"Mr. Ivanoff, it is my utmost pleasure to be able to meet you today," said Lagerfeld as he shook hands with Ivanoff. "And please allow me to, uh, apologize for the scene caused by Mr. Nordeng. It wasn't his fault really."

Ivanoff replied, then the two posed for a quick picture by Angela on Lagerfeld's kPhone 5. slowly went up the stairs to the entrance. Inside, he met Mr. Schnipser, @Derthalen's delegate, or so he heard from Angela. The two immediately struck up a conversation, and somehow Schnipser managed to release a short word on what happened to him earlier. The two shook hands, posed for another picture, then Lagerfeld went away.

As he walked to the main hall, he barely noticed the palace's impressive interior. He was too busy pondering about the events that just happened - the lack of hospitality at the airport and on the red carpet, the outrage of Nordeng, and the "little" joke directed at Schnipser. He looked down shook his head at the way the events played out - much to the confusion of the ones looking on, as he was thinking to himself. If the first day was already a disaster...

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OOC: @Derthalen, that was the single best post on this website, ever. 😂

OOC (2): Nice Lada you got there, Derth. Love it!

OOC (3): Retrospective...


Lagerfeld eyed Schnipser confusingly, yet held enough sympathy for the Derthaler to keep quiet and pretend to fully understand. He assumed that Schnipser was trying to point at his car, but for crying out loud, they were already inside! Luckily for Lagerfeld, that wasn't the worst English he'd encountered during his stay in Ahrana. But at least he understood... A bit.

He shook hands briefly with the delegate, then told Angela to take a quick picture. "Just one, make it nice and quick," said Lagerfeld as usual. And then he walked off.

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Ilyasov walked up, eyes hidden under sunglasses.

”Good morning Mr. Ivanoff. I hope this is the start of a pleasant convention. Let’s take a couple pictures.”

*snap* *snap*

”Great! Hope we agree on most terms. Thanks for the hospitality.”

Good job, he thought to himself. No Prymontian outbursts or Derrhaler miscues. It was extremely simple, in and out.

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OOC: Mr. Lagerfeld. Nikolai is his first name (He still does like to be called Nik, though, but I guess this must be a formal thing and all).

OOC (2): Trying to socialize with as many delegates as possible. Don't be afraid if I suddenly mention you 😈 But if you want to play along, which I highly suggest you do, go ahead and include the conversation in your post. The topic? Anything, really. Lagerfeld's a hip, friendly guy. You can fill in his dialogues too if you'd like.


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Despite the many blunders Ahrana had made in the process of welcoming the delegates, the "stairs" were one thing to behold. To Lagerfeld, it was a good move; going "up" the stairs signified "a step down" to the way of life to common people, albeit ironically (ba dum tsss). And he was surely a people person, like his good friend and mentor Alexander Bendtsen.

As they walked up, Lagerfeld struck up a short, lighthearted conversation with the delegate from @Mauridiviah. When they finally reached the Suite Level, the two bid their goodbyes. Lagerfeld vowed to continue the conversation sometime later.

As Ivanoff slowly began announcing the rooms, Lagerfeld listened eagerly. It was the first time he'd seen the General Secretary in person, and now he was talking. It was in English, though, which meant Ivanoff's distinct Ahranaian accent had a significant impact on the way he delivered his words. But that was totally fine for Lagerfeld, who had sort-of perfected the Ahranaian accent himself. He made a mental note to slightly modify his voice to sound more "Ahranaian" when talking to Ivanoff in-person, so the two could relate and so he could have a bit of fun. But mostly because he wanted to have a bit of fun.

Super Secret Note: I can actually manage a good impression of the Russian accent myself...


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"Funny," Lagerfeld whispered to Angela as Ivanoff led Nordeng to his "Gustov" suite. "I thought these guys were so... 'done' with Royalty; I guess not—"

"Nik!" came a voice from behind. It was Kolya. "I hope I wasn't too late."

A particularly unorthodox thing that Lagerfeld was known for doing was letting any of his aides or employees accompanying him, usually the chauffeur, to be a part of the delegation. With his mission already located in Moskovo, it was usually just a short drive to wherever the event was. And that would mean a huge cut in logistics, which meant a much smaller delegation. Lagerfeld was happy to have as much company as he could.

As Ivanoff briefed the Andallan delegation on the room itself, well, that was another story. Three rooms?

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Location: Moskovo, People's Palace
Time & Date: 0332018.M3 (May First, 2018)

On the first day, there was mistakes; Mr Schnipser looked upon this and saw it was all right. Again on the first day, there was weird people; Mr. Schipser looked upon this and saw it was distressing. Yet still on the first day, there was a comfy room; Mr. Schnipser looked upon this and saw it was best.

Now that he had been shown to his room, he quickly took advantage of the free time he had been given. He pulled out his favourite records from the gift baskets, and very quickly got to finding a the record player to enjoy them on. He lunged into those containing foodstuffs and the stocked kitchenette and began making up his favourite foods and snacks in a mad dash. Finally, done with that, he headed to the bathroom with a tray of snacks and with his favourite sort of music playing, and he took a nice scolding bath while eating his meal and reviewing the relevant documents to this ceremony again... At least, that was the plan. Upon inspection of the music available, he realised that all of it was either nursery songs or music aimed at children between the ages of ten and fifteen. No problem! 'I can still have a nice meal and a bath.' With that thought in mind, he made for the foodstuffs. To his utter and almost complete devastation, he discovered three forms of pickled fish in assorted sour tasting creams, some oozy stick things, insects, shelled creatures, crackers, and very thinly sliced and oddly spiced meats. Almost completely dejected, he took the crackers and the thinly sliced meats along with documents into the bathroom. There his last sliver of hope was crushed. Rather than finding a nice copper bath, he found a black tile shower with nozzles all over the place and a seat. He stepped into the shower with his crackers and meats (he could not bring the document for they would become wet), and had a very sad shower.

A few hours later he would discover a red button, which when pressed allowed him to communicate with someone who would get things for him. He did note that except for the first and second time, the rest of his requests had been met with grumbling and annoyance. He generally wrote that off as the staff not liking their jobs, though there was one odd occasion when he was asking for an extra blanket when he got someone who sounded just like Ivanoff, and even had the same name! What a small country this is.

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After his outburst, Nordeng felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Perhaps he'd be painted as a madman by Ahranaian media, and perhaps he'd be receiving a stern phone call from President Duval later on that night, but it'd been worth it to put the Secretary General in his place, even if the man didn't seem phased by it. He'd pose for press photos with a sh*t-eating grin, while Stenberg was noticeably uncomfortable, and proceed with the other delegations and Ivanoff upstairs to be issued their rooms.

Being given the first and, Nordeng assumed, most important room didn't quell his anger with the communists. While the Gustove Suite was sizeable and luxurious, he'd been given better at the ATARA founding ceremony. As Stenberg found a comfy armchair and began revising some documents regarding the ceremony, Nordeng was feeling peckish and decided to investigate the food offerings. Of course, there was some locally caught fish, although it was dressed in such a way that would be binned back home; some meats, although they were thinly sliced and not enough to feed a mouse; and some savoury items, although there weren't enough to fill his stomach and were too bland to eat alone. Champagne had also been provided, and Nordeng could appreciate that however. It wasn't as old as he would've liked, but it'd help to get a bit tipsy and enjoy himself in such a repulsive country.

The delegate joined his right hand man in the lounge area, enjoying his alcohol and offering a glass to Lionel, who swiftly refused. Julian knew that he was teetotal, but would constantly try to persuade him otherwise. "It's good champagne, Lionel! Quite surprising for the communists, I know. You'd think they'd be busy offering us vodka and pickle juices, but it's good stuff. Give it a go!"

"No thank you, Julian. I'd advise that you stay away from the drinks until later in the evening in case we're summoned for whatever reason, but you've started listening to my advice less and less recently, so it doesn't matter. I won't comment on what you did at the stairs to Ivanoff either. You may hate the communist regime, but they're our hosts, Julian. You can't act like a spoilt brat, especially considering the tense relations between Prymont and Ahrana."

"Why do you have to be so anal? Relax, enjoy yourself! If I want to shout at some commies, then I'll shout at them!"

"We're here to observe the happenings of the Confederation, and to report back to Duval on what we find. We can't observe if we're ejected from the organisation. I hope you understand that." Stenberg looked up from his papers, glancing around the room with surprise. "Did you spot a kettle anywhere? I'm desperate for some tea."

The Prymontians would remain in their suite until 10am, when they were supposed to be taken away to the Supreme People's Assembly Hall. What that event would consist of, Stenberg wasn't exactly sure, but he'd try his best to keep Nordeng on a tight leash anyway. He couldn't bear the embarrassment of being banned from the organisation on it's opening day.

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Lagerfeld coughs. "Y'know what, I have a weird feeling that this is gonna be one really long day," he says to Kolya, who is reclining on a cozy leather chair, reading a book entitled "War and Police" by Leon Tolstaya.

OOC: пожалуйста, продолжайте, cпасибо.

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John Valentino himself was attending the meeting, though he kept mostly to himself, actively avoiding as much contact with the 'Derthalerianitesii' as possible. He had been vacationing in the area, doing charity work with Lady JaJa on his arm, and decided to upstage the diplomats originally sent to participate in the ceremony, on a whim.

He observed the delegated s as they arrived, waiting in the wings with a glass of some nondescript Ahranaian potato-based drink, grimacing with every sip.

Look at these people, He mused to himself, So dramatic and emotional.

Though that bit with the security was unnecessary.

The Mauridivians seemed awkward, unsure of themselves.

Probably haven't been invited to a nice function since the womb, unfortunate poors.

The Eurofuhrer delegate was somewhat more sure of himself, but the Emperor didn't remember having met anyone from that nation before.

Who invited them anyways? I swear I've never heard of their country.

Despite their good intentions, the Ahranaians were overeager. He was unsure of their relationship with Derthaler, and was quite bemused at the incident with security.

The 'Derthalenerianitesii' were like freshly birthed sheep; loud, fearful, and naive.

The Andallans were.... Well, Andallans. Again, he was unsure of why they were here. They were not socialist, to his knowledge, and had no vested interest in the CIS.

The Prymontians were generally regarded as an untrustworthy, lickspittle bunch. Decades of prejudice only reinforced his negative feelings towards them. Why were they here? Hadn't they blockaded Ahrana during its most tribulated time? No good could come of those fake smiles.

The Fulgistani were always far too happy for their status, although he had very little information on them available for briefing

He took his time observing them, before moving on to the meeting scheduled for 10. 

 

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People's Palace | 0903 AT (Or so) | 1st of May of 2018

Moskovo, Socialist Federation of Ahrana

"They gave us a suite with three rooms, Marta!" Luti blurted out at hearing what Ivanoff had given them. Such luxury was only reserved to those who could afford it in Mauridiviah, and well, he was a public servant. The crowd quickly hushed him and Ivanoff continued on, handing off suites and the the names of the ancient gods of Ahrana and all that. Luti and Marta didn't really care, as they spent the rest of the speech (was it really speech? I mean, it felt like one, with how long it was dragging on....) whispering about the important questions: How many bathrooms, how many of the rooms had windows, and who was gonna get the room closest to the bathroom. Oh, and Mauridivian diplomatic business, of course.

When the speech ended, Luti and Marta got right away to learning about the translator that they had been ignoring for most of the speech.

"Hey! So, you're Michael Gomez, huh? Where were you born, son?" asked Luti, trying to be as smooth as possible.

"I was born here, in Moskovo. My mother's from Mauridiviah, the city of Sant Juan." replied the translator.

"San Juan! Nice beaches that city has. Ever been?" asked Luti, running out of things to talk about with this guy.

"No, never even left Ahrana. I wish to go, though." said the translator.

"Oh boy, after this conference is over, we'll take you there ourselves. What do you say, Marta?" responded Luti, trying to bring Marta into the conversation desperately.

"I think we should go up to the suite." said Marta, trying to get away from the translator's cologne, which for some reason Luti couldn't smell.

"Great idea! Let's go!" Luti said, practically shouting. The joy he felt at getting away from the awkward small talk quickly died when he came to realize that the translator was probably going to sleep in the suite with them.

On their way to the stairs however, they were approached by a diplomat named Largerfeld, from the Andallan delegation.

"He says 'Sweet stairs, huh?'" said the translator, extremely quickly.

"Oh yeah, I bet at least one worker gave his life to make these." replied Luti, trying to smile after having eaten too many of those weird squid tentacles.

"'That's how a socialist state always does it, though, isn't it? If at least one person didn't die for this product, it's not properly christened!'" screamed the translator, trying to be authentic to the Andallan's original message.

"Indeed sir, Indeed! One upside of that system though, is free red paint" joked Luti.

"'Oh don't give IKEA ideas, they've got enough of those already.'" replied the Andallan diplomat, before they parted ways at the top of the staircase.


People's Palace | 0945 AT (Thereabouts) | 1st of May 2018

Moskovo, Socialist Federation of Ahrana

The suite they were given was extremely well-prepared. Everything was clean, and smelled nice, and it had some nice color contrast, even. This was just too luxurious for a proper Mauridivian to sleep here. The first thing that Marta did was fix up the place. She opened the blinds, put the papers she'd been carrying around the whole day all over the place in a disorganized mess (Called "Messy Order", and it's a working system, seriously!) and proceeded to undo all the beds. Now, the place looked livable.

"Okay, so what's on the agenda for today, Marta?" said Luti, sitting down on the couch.

"We'll be going to a meeting in about a quarter hour. The charter will be signed after lunch time." said Marta, desperately trying to find the schedule.

"Oh, really? These breaks are barely breaks at all!" whined Luti, while laying down on the couch, lazily.

"The place is called the 'Socialist Federation of Ahrana', what did you expect, exactly?" replied Marta.

"To be honest? I expected a sad attempt at a 1985 knock-off." said Luti, sighing.

"Oh, we're definitely getting that. I bet each sofa cushion has built-in microphones" said Marta, smirking. She'd found the schedule. With that comment, Luti stopped being able to rest comfortably for the rest of the trip.

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    • BREAKING: President Duval announces snap general election for late November; first Prymontian Rus elections due November 2nd NEW HALSHAM, COURTMARSH - President George Duval has confirmed that, amidst the rumours of the past few days, the United States will be holding a snap general election on November 30th. This will come as a surprise to few, as rumours and hints have been circulating since September that pressure within Courtmarsh House has been building for a new parliament. The public are holding Duval to account for the failure to meet election promises: lower military spending, reduce unemployment, increase public services spending, and stabilise the chaotic political situation of central Argis. Politicians are also unhappy with Duval, as the National Party are now being accused of rigging the historic July 2017 elections to hand themselves an overwhelming majority. Prymont's five main political parties have been given just under six weeks to prepare and publish their election campaigns. The National Party confirmed that Duval will be their President if their campaign is successful, and despite their declining support figures, they are still the party to beat. The People's Party, a centre-right conservative group headed by Felix Frey, are believed to be the biggest threat to the National's majority, as they appeal to the public by promoting capitalism and promising the generation of thousands of jobs. The United Prymont Future Party, another centre-left organisation much like the Nationals, are believed to be a slightly riskier alternative, as they promise to reverse the recent tax increases and lower the cost of living. PNN will provide detailed coverage of the lead-up to election day. In addition to this news, the President has also revealed that the newly formed Prymontian Rus will have their own general election on November 2nd, after months of trouble and turmoil. The USP humanitarian groups have been successful in quelling the disputes of the land, and have sought enough former and new politicians to create a varied political landscape. The National Party-backed Iskander Yegerov, of the National Rus Party, is a firm favourite for voters and fellow politicians alike to win the Premiership.  This news has not been met without trouble in the United States, as voters have gathered on the streets of New Halsham to protest Prymont's involvement in the new country. Many believe that the National Party are using the former Hellenic Rus state to gain further political control over central Argis, and to channel funds into boosting the United States' military capabilities. However, the 'takeover' of the country can be a positive investment, as engineers have already started work on the Canamo Canal in newly purchased southern lands bordering the Mediargic Sea, which will massively improve maritime trade with the area and propel local economies into significant wealth. 
      President Duval photographed shortly after announcing the snap general election.   Ostport state government shows plans for β3 billion 5-year renovation plan CANASTOTA, OSTPORT - In an annual state government public consultation, the Ostport state government have revealed a staggering three billion Prynd renovation and upgrade plan for the next five years. Ostport's considerable growth since the creation of the United States has been hard to ignore, and Canastota has long been the most populous city in the country. Many companies are now choosing to locate their headquarters in the state's capital, such as massive economic benefactors the Kaldestad Aamot Group, the Northern Bank of Ostport financial giant, and alpine equipment specialists Koren. It is also understood that the completion of the Canamo Canal in late 2019 will bring great trade benefits to Canastota, the docks of which are already receiving β300m for upgrades to handle the added capacity. This monumental amount of money for one state will be going to several good public causes. Public transport will be the recipient of approximately half of this capital, to invest in new transport hubs, rail and bus routes, modern equipment, and new job roles. Hospitals in the state will also receive funding to ease staff restraints and modernise equipment, while money will also go to supporting families who have lost jobs through the demise of the fishing industry as well as reorganising public services such as unemployment schemes, homelessness reduction plans, and charities chosen by the public. The plan is the brainchild of Jasper Revheim, a critical figure in Ostportian politics since the 2017 elections. Revheim represents the National Party, and hopes that this scheme will support his chances of reelection in November.
      High speed trains like these, pictured in Canastota's Sparby Station as part of the Canastota-New Halsham Line, will become common with the new funding.   Kaldestad Aamot Group purchases Central Canastota Sports Stadium KAP STADIUM, OSTPORT - The Central Canastota Sports Stadium was constructed in 1995 to bring sports in the United States to a global stage. It is the current home of the Prymontian Yetis, the country's national football team, as well as the Canastota Sharks, one of the top teams in the domestic league. Over the years, the CCSS has also hosted music concerts, rugby matches, and boxing events, showcasing the diversity of the arena. The Prymontian Football Association, the governing body of football in the United States, also calls the stadium it's home.  In 2012 the stadium underwent expensive renovations to bring it up to date with modern standards and equipment, as well as providing a higher seating capacity and providing space within the stadium grounds for public shopping areas to provide an additional source of income. In 2017, the stadium went up for sale, as the National Party sought to generate revenue and eliminate unnecessary expenditure. Today, a new owner has been found in the Kaldestad Aamot Group, one of the largest companies in the US.  The stadium has been renamed to the KAP Stadium, promoting the largest brand within the KAG, and CEO Erik Bruun has revealed plans to create a 'greater sports complex'. These plans include a superdome for domed sports and exhibition events, a velodrome, an aquatics centre, and an indoor karting circuit. The cost of purchasing the stadium and surrounding land is yet to be disclosed, but it is believed that the Group will be spending billions in the coming years to create the world standard in sporting complexes. 
      A CGI rendition of the planned superdome.   Prymontian Yetis top the standings in the Argic & Northern Alharun Football Association Cup CANASTOTA, OSTPORT - The ANAFA League Cup began on the 10th of October, with ten of the best teams from the two continents playing for glory. The Prymontian Yetis were successful in qualifying for the Cup, and drew in a friendly against Limonaia before the league commenced. In the first game, the Yetis beat @Soreana by 3 goals to 1, placing them atop the standings with the Limonaians. The second round of matches were held on the 20th, and Prymont were victorious once more, beating @Limonaia 2-1 to improve upon their previous draw. This win kept the Yetis at the top of the table, joined only in points by @Variota. Thus far, the Yetis have scored the most goals in the tournament, and have the greatest positive goal difference. The team couldn't have gotten off to a better start, and are receiving great praise from supporters, but pundits are yet to be complacent with their position. In years gone by, the Yetis have shown glimmers of hope, only to be shot down shortly after by poor plays, inadequate players, and failing leadership. Team manager Nojus Fauskanger assembled a mixed squad of promising youths and experienced veterans for the 2018 @Orioni World Cup, and while the team exited that tournament in the group stages, many applauded their performance. Now, with weak links out and new players in, the Yetis are showing stronger than ever, and many are confident that they will go on to the quarter finals in December. Others are adamant that it is only a matter of time before the team return to their old ways of failure and demise, but captain Vincent Borge hopes to silence those critics. "Our team has played brilliantly so far, and we've changed our training methods and squad rotation to ensure that we're always at our best. We've got some amazing players on board this year, and it's now the start of something great for Prymont's national football scene." The Yetis will next play @Seylos on the 24th of October.
      Team manager Nojus Fauskanger barks his orders from the sidelines, during the Prymont-Soreana match
         
    • Transport Ministry, Dartha "...of course, we'll give regular updates to the Senate as requested...thank you Senator Charvanek...and a good day to you too," and he hung up the phone. Miro Tumel had just been promoted to Chief Engineer, the immediate subordinate to the Minister, two weeks earlier after his predecessor was removed from his position due to a major disagreement with a powerful Jaridan senator. The identity of this politician was never divulged but he suspected that it was his newfound senatorial backer, Livana Charvanek. Now wasn't the time to contemplate this and rather to put his skills to work on getting the high-speed railway project off the ground. Up until today, Yhfillain, the more notable face of the Ministry, had been charged almost exclusively on operating the public transport system - the commuter railways of the three major cities, the intercity bus network, and the various riverbus services along the major waterways and along the coast of the Apnex Sea. Now, this body had been ordered to be responsible for the planning and construction of a high-speed line between the capital, Dartha, and the third-largest (yet second-most important) city, Peldred to the southeast in the Chetris Province. This was a completely foreign territory for the Ministry. He knew that the Senate wanted quick results to show the masses that they were addressing their concerns. He adjusted himself in his desk chair and pressed a buzzer on his intercom. "Elvia, can you come in here please?" he asked. She was his secretary, equally attractive and unemotional in her work. "Yes sir," she inquired, getting her pad at the ready to take down his instructions. "I want you to work with Jeran and Ulik in preparing a contract posting for an engineering and design consultant to help us with the high-speed project." She nodded in acknowledgment. "Both of them already have all the details from me as to what is required of our eventual contractor," he said pausing for a moment. "And one other thing," he began, Elvia was attentive, "Senator Chavarnek and I are supposed to meet every week, can you work with her aide and set it up." Elvia began skimming his calendar as he was saying this. "I'll get on it right away. Anything else sir?" she inquired. "Not now," he responded. "That will be all." She nodded once more and left the room. After she was out of the office, he picked up his phone and called Almor. "My friend, how are you...and the children...good, good. I am sure you heard the latest over Tlaru Aihrifv Rheilhhu...you have? Then I don't have to go over the entire story with you...is it possible for you to arrange a meeting between me, the Mayor (Maiori) of Peldred, Cildan; and Chetris Governor (Jahærenen) Lakol? Thank you. Call me on my cellphone the moment you have that three-way conversation confirmed...we'll talk again soon, have a good day..."
    • OOC: The ANAFA Cup now has a wiki page here: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/ANAFA_League_Cup_2018. I will be updating this page weekly with the scores and standings.
    • OOC: The SATAMFC Cup now has a wiki page here: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/SATAMFC_League_Cup_2018. I will be updating this page weekly with the scores and standings.
    • "...sounding second alarm at Via Zannoni 3381, fire has spread from vehicle to nearby housing..." "...additional units requested at Via Renauld 477 for domestic disturbance, neighbor reports argument regarding footballing..." "Turn that off." "...all available units in area, respond immediately to Embassy of Asgeirria, diplomatic quarter, this is an officer needs help call..." "...10-16, 10-16, respond immediately for support to Via Rocca de Baldi 88, fire unit reports being under attack by hooligans..." "I SAID TURN THAT RADIO OFF." Senior Inspector Prisco Vigliotti bellowed the order at the driver of the police bus, who finally switched off the dispatch radio. Vigliotti did not even bother to mutter a thank you before turning back to his platoon of riot officers. "We are thirty seconds out. Remember: no deadly force. This is the eighth game in ten years that we haven't lost. The president does not want this success undermined by bloodshed." The field officer of the Faramontese Paramilitary Police had barely finished that last statement when the bus suddenly lurched to a stop, nearly throwing the man -- the equivalent of a captain in the army -- to the ground. "I can't get any closer," the driver said, "there's fire trucks in the way." "Amateurs," Vigliotti remarked with contempt, eyeing the firefighting vehicles, before turning back to his men. "Alright, then. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR. DISEMBARK, NOW. MOVE!" The thirty paramilitaries onboard jumped to their feet and quickly exited the vehicle through its three doors, forming up on the pavement outside. They found a scene of utter chaos. The local and national police had been trying to keep order near Terrome Stadium, but clearly, that effort had failed. Injured policemen were sitting everywhere, being helped by firefighters and paramedics. Up ahead, Vigliotti could see that some firefighters and other volunteers were helping to maintain the police's haphazard riot line. The acrid smell of smoke and the sound of sirens filled the air, but above all else, it was the noise of the crowd -- the screaming, the breaking glass, the brawling -- that stood out.  "Well," Vigliotti said to no one in particular, staring past the police line at mob of several thousand Faramontese football fans violently celebrating their team's narrow escape of defeat, "it would appear we have our work cut out for us."
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