ATARA Founding Ceremony

[Iverica]

TO ALL ATARA MEMBERS & OBSERVERS:

@Ahrana @Andalla @Astriedan @Cristina @Derthalen @The Eurofuhrer @Fleur de Lys @Girkmand @Lusotropia @Prymont @Sunset Sea Islands @Variota

 

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Itinerary and Schedule

Date: Dec 12-14

Venue: ATARA Interim Headquarters- Former Hotel L'Tricontinentalé, Porto Altaria

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Order of events:

Day 1

• 8:00-10:00 AM- Arrival at Altaria International Airport
  • AIA's 8 runways will be cleared for this event beforehand. Delegates that may be travelling with security or logistical entourage must ensure that flight plans are sent well in advance so ATC may factor this into landing schedules and assigned runways.
• 10:30-11:00- Escorted motorcade to ceremony's venue
  • A KAP™ K6 will be provided to each individual delegate--to be used for the duration of the ceremony. All vehicles are shock-hardened and have been equipped with ballistic glass. Delegates may elect to take alternate vehicles should they so desire.
  • Routes have been cleared of all civilian traffic. Guardia Civil motorised units will escort the delegate's vehicles to the venue.
• 11:30-11:59- Entrance Ceremony
  • Delegates will be walking down an aisle in order of arrival. Photographers will be located on either hand side.
• 12:00-1:00 PM- Welcoming Ceremony and Luncheon
  • The Interim Chairperson will address the assembly and acknowledge the members in-absentia (if any)
• 1:00-1:30- Move to Conference Hall and seating
  • The assembly will be moved to the Grand Ballroom and be seated appropriately
• 1:30-2:30- Presentation of ATARA Documents and signing
  • Footmen shall present a physical form of the ATARA Charter for signing with a commemorative fountain pen. Delegates with Member Status will sign first, followed by Delegates with Observer Status, and lastly signed by Founding and Honourary Founding Members.
• 3:00- End of Day 1 Assembly with photo op and open press conference
  • After some closing remarks, a group photograph will be taken with the signed Charter as the centrepiece. Each Delegate may then choose to speak with available press teams.
  • Accommodations at the Headquarter's executive suites are provided to all delegates. Delegates may request meals on demand or may join the assembly on designated meal times.
  • Socialisation afterwards may take place at delegate's discretion, although social activities will be held on Days 2 and 3 as mentioned below.

Day 2

• 9:30 AM- Call Time for Assembly
• 10:00-11:00- Introduction of 1st Chairperson
  • Explanation of electoral rules and regulations for future elections
  • Chairperson will give a short speech and announce his deputy
• 11:00 AM-12:00 PM- Topic Discussion: ATARA Headquarters
  • Motion is introduced by the Interim Chairperson.
  • Delegates may provide input and suggestions, or clarify any points regarding HQ.
  • The elected ATARA Chairperson shall note these and give a tentative decision.
• 12:00-1:00- End of Day 2 Assembly--with Luncheon
  • Luncheon will be served in one of the terraces. A Chamber Orchestra will be performing for light entertainment.
• Afternoon- Leisure Recess
  • Delegates may rest or tour the city with their provided driver and vehicle.
• 7:00 and Onwards- Cocktail at Leisure Venue 
  • Social event for Delegates.

Day 3

• 11:30 AM- Call Time for Assembly
• 12:00 PM- Assembly Luncheon (light working lunch)
• 12:30- Commencement of Forum
  • Observers are given the floor to introduce any issues they determine relevant to ATARA.
  • Members may similarly introduce issues. Additionally, they may announce their intent to draft a RESOLUTION for the next general assembly.
• 2:00- Chairperson or Deputy will announce a Poll
  • The poll shall advise the ATARA Panel on the issues most pressing the association.
• 3:00-3:30- Recognition Ceremony for Outstanding Contributions
• 3:30-4:00- Concluding Rites
  • General Dismissal. Delegates may depart for the airport anytime between 3:00 PM the current day, to 11:59 AM the following day.

 

OOC: I shall be posting a thread on Dec 12 which shall signal this thread's opening to the RP. For now, you may refer to the poll above to confirm attendance.

-If you are a confirmed member and are unable to attend, or have other special concerns please PM me.

Edited December 3, 2017 by Iverica (see edit history)

[Iverica]

0730h IST | December 12, 2017
Altaria International Airport- Terminal 1, Arrivals
Porto Altaria, Iverica

Foreign Minister Desdemona Tomas-Morra, the interim chairperson to ATARA, took a small sip of unsweetened black tea. Below her lay the floor of Altaria International's Terminal 1, where the last of the custodians and event organisers were were straightening every remaining crease in every fixture.

The carmine carpet had been laid out, stretching from arrivals gate right to the heart of terminal one's cleared floor, where Morra would be standing to greet each delegate as they arrived. Every flag from every member and observer was hung, banner-like, flanking either side of the carpet's length and cascading from the skylight ceiling in a flow of vibrant colour. Past the carpet's tip, the centrepiece--a great field of lake blue marked with antargic white--the triple arrow device of ATARA, hung from the mezzanine where Morra was currently perched.

 

Made with tremendous contributions from the Sunset Ad Agency™

 

From her vantage point, Morra could see that all was ready. The press--hailing from every major news agency around the Tricontinental area--had been pushed further back, roughly a dozen or more metres away from the carpet. Their bulkier counterparts, the videographers armed with television cameras, lined the surrounding mezzanine railings like a gundeck on a man-o-war.

Looking up and around briefly, she noted nothing out of place. Though she couldn't see them, she knew from the security briefings that the Republican Marine Corps and Homeland Security had marksmen and quick-response units tucked in discreet hides around the airport complex--virtually invisible so as not to spoil the mood, but on-hand and watching their every move. Though prepared, Morra knew anything serious was unlikely in the extreme and to ease their minds, the state had issued the customary special permits for any bodyguard units travelling with the delegates.

If all went smoothly, each delegate would arrive in quick (but safe) succession, in the runways cleared hours before by airport authority. The first to arrive would be greeted personally by herself and then by her entourage of diplomats and deputies, presenting each delegate with a lapel pin bearing the ATARA crest. After a brief photo-session, they would be guided to a VIP lounge room for light refreshments and chatter until the last arrival's entry. From there, each delegate would be escorted to a personal KAP K6--for individual use throughout the ceremony and chauffeured to the Hotel Tricontinentalé (interim HQ) for the Entrance Ceremony and the first round of events. 

The first of the arrivals would be landing soon, Morra straightened the ATARA pin on her iverican blue dress, placed her teacup atop an aide's clipboard, and moved to take her position.

 

OOC: Arrival post's length is at your discretion. Just note that once welcomed, the delegate will be automatically moved to the lounge to wait for everyone else before proceeding to the motorcade. 

Edited December 12, 2017 by Iverica (see edit history)

[Girkmand]

0800h IST | December 12, 2017
Altaria International Airport- Terminal 1, Arrivals
Porto Altaria, Iverica

With great dignity, Delegate Gary Truman descended down the steps of the Aamotech Virksomhetstråle coated in the distinct grayish blue colors of the Federal Republic of Girkmand, so generously provided by the Federal Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Walking behind him were two younger assistants and three sturdy secret service men.

The party continued down the red carpet, waving and posing subtle smiles for the press as they made their way to the welcoming ATARA officials at a leisurely pace. Moving on from person to person trading salutations and firm handshakes, Truman eventually pauses in front of Foreign Minister Desdemona Tomas-Morra to accept the ATARA pin on his chest in a symbolic moment for the co-operative.

After a short exchange of pleasantries the group moved further on to the photo shoot. Glaring blue ATARA crests shining as the cameras flash, the broad smiles and handshakes of the two representatives became immortalized.

 Truman has entered the building.

[Ahrana]

12 December 2017, 09:00
Altaria International Airport- Terminal 1, Arrivals
Porto Altaria, Iverica

The Ahranaian Plane carrying Lady Madeleine Eriksson landed in Ivercia for the ATARA Ceremony that she was to be part of, considering the flight risk for any Royal is high currently Madeleine stayed to her Promise to be here today. She arrived a 09:00 with five Royal Regimental Guards whose orders were to protect The Lady with their lives if needed. The entourage was just a two Secretaries and one Assistant. It was unclear what all would take place as she lost her itinerary after the recent events that caused a Royal Scare for the Household. 

As she stepped out of the Plane the Guards walked along the side of her as she walked down the stairs to where she would walk into the Airport and proceed from there. As she walked she looked to the left and right to see some of the landscape around her, she felt safe and secure as she felt as someone was watching her from above. She could feel eyes moving with her every move, she was certain that no assassination would happen here. She walked into the terminal and was now ready to begin the day.

[Astriedan]

9:30 IST/ Altaria airport

-Terminal 1, Arrivals
 

 

Julian Merter looked trough the window of his jet, observing the Altaria international airport . He knew representing Astriedan wouldn't be an easy task but the Emperor trusted him and Julian trusted the Emepror's judgment. As the plane was finishing it's final approach, Julian turned away from the window, looking at the few people that would be following him during his visit in Iverica.  Aside from his secretary and an imperial speaker in his usual black robe, there were two imperial servants that were personnaly dispatched by the emperor to serve as his bodyguards. Julian would have preferred to bring his own bodyguards as servants weren't really known for their politeness and discretion but it was too late to express such concerns.

About 15 minutes later, he finally stepped out of the plane, wearing his most beautiful (and expensive) ceremonial dress, closely followed by his suite. As soon as him and his suite entered the terminal they could feel that every of their moves were observed by cameras, journalists and foreign officials. They all advanced to the center of the terminal. After saluting Foreign Minister Desdemona Tomas-Morra, Julian graciously accepted the ATARA pin then went on saluting other diplomats and officials before moving to the next part of the day's program.

Edited December 12, 2017 by Astriedan (see edit history)

[Variota]

OOC Note: Seeing as I need to update the Variot dictionary that I keep, the language could have some mistakes.

 

''Tuhs, warom geh ji mee?''
''Het Kantor fan Buitenlant Tieplomatiek wil ji ehn personlik assiestent geef'n.''
''Warom ji?''
''Ek tenk Minister Lopentlant wil ji ehn goe geef'n.''
''Sieh ek ruis als ehn koe? Ek geh nie loei'n of gras eet'n. Ji sijn ehn personlik assiestent fan het Kantor als ek Dina Diva sijn. Ek heb toch ook Lolly, nie lullen.''
''Oke, oke. Sjoer nie so nar mi. Mis'gien sijn ik aftoe ehn offieshele aggent. Aftoe.''
''Ehn fan het apparath?''
''Aftoe. Ek sech nieks.''
''Ji heb ehn kostuumpak notig. Het is ehn tieplomatiek eets, nie ehn... Wat ji wil.''
''Heb ek. Sijn so s'ruk.''

As the younger man moved around in the business jet that had been made available to Lantheere Sjaak fan Oliefaaier, all Sjaak could do was sigh. Sure, it was normal for the Ministry of Diplomatic Affairs to send along agents of the Variotan secret service, 'lovingly' called 'het apparath' [the machine], to high-priority diplomatic meetings. But Sjaak had expected Reemy [Lopentlant, Minister of Diplomatic Affairs] not to be so obvious about it, sending a 'personal assistant' while everyone that knew the Lantheere knew that he had only one genuine manservant that he trusted enough to bring along to such events, the midget Lodewijk. Lodewijk was often called Lowie although Sjaak was insistent on calling him Lolly, a reminder of the first time when they had met and the Lantheere had caught him trying to steal a lolly from a candy store within the Oliefaaier Kommune. As this had happened over thirty years ago, it was all ancient history but had led to Lodewijk becoming the impromptu confidant, and as some claimed a surrogate son, of Sjaak over the years. Indeed, whenever the Oliefaaiers came together to celebrate something, it was normal to see Lodewijk in the middle of the bunch, joking around with the rest. While Lodewijk had looked up when the Lantheere had called out his name, he quickly went back to sleep and could be heard snoring quite loudly though the jet. Seeing as the meeting was relatively early and the travel time to Iverica was several hours, this was to be expected.

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''Die is het piloot. Wi's gah'n lant'n.''

With a simple and short message, the pilot let the three know that they were going to land. Even if he wouldn't have done so, they would have surely noticed as the jet took a sharp turn before beginning it's descent. Lodewijk, who had been happily snoring away until this time, rolled out of his seat and woke up startled. 

''Wiewa...''
''Wi sijn er. Kleet ji aan.''
''Ah! Ja, naturlik Sjaak.''

The midget, who had just as easily switched to pajamas's in the jet to help with sleeping comfortably, was quick to get his suit and put it on. While he was normally fine wearing regular clothing, the Lantheere had ensured that Lodewijk had a proper suit to wear. While the chance was slim that there would be any attention focused on his manservant, it never hurt to have one dressed in a representational fashion. Due to his small size, it was made additionally easy to change as he didn't tower over the chairs but instead was able to hide behind them. The agent that has to accompany them hadn't had the same luck however, as he had found it near impossible to change without showing flesh, leading to the Lantheere making the comment that 'the Oliefaaier Kommune makes pills to enlarge that'. Whether or not the agent liked the comment didn't matter, as the Oliefaaier Kommune indeed contained herbal supplement businesses that manufactured and sold pills to enlarge anything from one's biceps and genitals to their appetite and hair.

With the landing happening quietly and quickly, nothing happened that was really out of the ordinary. Doors were opened and the three left the plane. Lodewijk was first, checking the surroundings for anything strange. When he didn't see anything, he nodded to the Lantheere that he could leave the plane safely. While Sjaak required some help from the agent accompanying him to get his polar bear-chinchilla mix fur coat safely out of the jet, this was done relatively quick and without problems.

Lantheere fan Oliefaaier showing off a proper Variotan greeting with fellow ex-FHfFfF candidate Dr. fan Boerlant-Varra

Giving Desdemona the proper Variotan greeting of a warm handshake-turned-hug and air kisses, Sjaak pinned the ATARA pin unto his suit and walked into the lounge. Upon sight of the Astriedan imperial servants, Sjaak was quick to call his bodyguard to him.

''Heb ji ehn SAP94 en kann ji het Koolman-prootkol?''
''Ja en nee...''
''Johan Koolman, ehn fan het apparath fan het Unie fan Kommunes. Twoh in het klooten of kont. Teeshe ferkleetaffishinatos heb'n het notig mog't notig sijn.''
''Ek begrip't, Lantheere.''

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Clothing:

Lantheere Sjaak fan Oliefaaier:

• Classic black suit with a white dress shirt and a Variotan flag tie and matching Variotan flag pocket square. 18-carat gold cuffs with the 'fan Oliefaaier' coat of arms on them.
• Long fur coat with the outside being polar bear and the inside, for warmth and comfort, being lined and covered in chinchilla fur. Mostly ends at his knees, although the backside continues on as/featuring the bear's head and nearly hits the ground. Was a gift from Dina Diva, one of a kind.
• Shoes made from prime-quality leather and snakeskin. Laces in the colors black and blue, the colors of the fan Oliefaaier Kommune.
• Hardwood walking cane with a carved ivory head resembling his own head with sapphires matching his eye color as the eyes. If one twists it, the cane reveals it's second use as a chromed pick, for close range self-defense. Gift from his daughter, again one of a kind. Can also be used as a skewer or ice pick if needed. He doesn't need it for walking, it's a pure status symbol.
• Two 18-carat rings, one jeweled wedding ring and the other being a signet ring with the fan Oliefaaier coat of arms.

Translation of the conversations:

''So, why are you coming along?''
''The Office of Foreign Affairs wants to give you a personal assistant.''
''Why you [though]?''
''I guess Minister Lopentlant wanted to give you a good one.''
''Do I look like a cow? I'm not going to moo or eat grass. If you're an assistant of the Office, I'm Dina Diva. I also have Lolly, cut the bullsh*t.''
''Okay, okay. Don't look at me like that. Maybe I might be an official agent. Maybe.''
''One of the secret service?''
''Maybe. I'm not telling.''
''You need a suit. It's a diplomatic thing, not a... Whatever you want.''
''Got one. Be right back.''

''Whowha...''
''We're here, get dressed.''
''Ah! Yes, of course Sjaak.''

''Do you have a SAP94 [pistol, a Varinco product. Varinco - The Proper Choice] and do you know the Koolman-protocol?''
''Yes and no...''
''Johan Koolman, one of the machine from the Unie fan Kommunes. Two in the nuts or ass. These cosplay enthusiasts will need it, if it comes to that.''
''I understand, Lantheere.''

Edited December 13, 2017 by Variota (see edit history)

[Sunset Sea Islands]

Altaria Airport, Arrivals, Iverica - 08:00

Theresa Tumbleweed excelled at the art of multitasking. Whilst she went down the stairs from the government machine the SSI recently purchased from the Lysian republic she looked at her smartphone and studied the reports of the flight systems. Fully autonomous airplanes had not been legalised in the SSi yet, however the systems were already installed. A human pilot still had to check whether the systems were running nominally to ensure the safety of the passengers. However, as Theresa learned, the pilot did not have to lift a finger during the whole flight. She was content with these results, fully autonomous flights were certainly within reach of SSI airlines.

Angelina Lernel was walking behind her. The two women treated eachother with mutual respect, however, they didn't like eachother on a personal level. It was an open secret that Mrs. Lernels diplomatical skills were not the only reason she was chosen for this post. Theresa Tumbleweed was pleased to have a potential political enemy being dispatched to a post faraway from the Sunset Sea Islands. Lernel was perfect for the job, supporting the diplomatic relations with their international allies, whilst Theresa Tumbleweed could continue on the internal restructuring of her nation. 

The plain arrived perfectly on time, The two women entered the terminal on eight in the morning sharp. Theresa Tumbleweed was slightly obsessed with punctuality and accuracy. She was greeted by the Iverican staff and was pleased with the sight of the ATARA mamber flags hanging in the airport. ATARA would become a shining symbol of the human civilisation, international cooperation and friendship.

Even though the political views of the two women diverged slightly, both of them anticipated the diplomatic achievements ATARA would bring upon the international community. Both knew, that this day would be a milestone of the modern history that would go down into the chronicles of the modern age.

[Prymont]

0915h IST | December 12, 2017
Altaria International Airport- Terminal 1, Arrivals
Porto Altaria, Iverica

 

Instead of doing his homework on the Aamotech Slankstråle that flew him from Prymont to Iverica, Julian Nordeng instead chose to indulge in a few relaxing glasses of whiskey with his assistant Lionel Stenberg. The two had been working together since Nordeng's appointment to the position of Rock Island Delegate, and had developed a friendly personal relationship. They often spent nights at one another's homes drinking spirits and discussing options on the latest KAP models, and the flight to the Altaria International Airport wasn't much different. There would be half an hour of travelling at 1000hrs anyway, which was more than enough time for a quick scan of the briefing documents.

Nordeng had become slightly sloppy since the turn of the decade, allowing himself to relax once he'd reached a cushy government job. He still excelled in what he did, there was no doubt about that, but here and there, he made mistakes that he didn't punish himself for. He was in his forties now and could attribute little errors to getting old, a joke he enjoyed with his office staff. There'd been no formal discussion about it yet anyway, so for now, Julian was off the hook. It was because of this that when the Slankstråle touched down, Julian was not immediately ready to depart. He took his time gathering his belongings, a couple of lower assistants gathering his suitcases and taking them away to be sent to the hotel. The final few drops of whiskey went down the hatch and away he went, plodding down the stairs with Stenberg in hot pursuit.

Stenberg and Nordeng, partners in crime.

The reception was nice, and made Nordeng feel important. He liked feeling like a celebrity, and took the time to chat to some of the reporters, simply giving his face some airtime in Iverica and enjoying his moment in the limelight. The row of flags were appreciated, particularly the Prymontian flag - Nordeng was quite the patriot, and had faith in his country. He was here on behalf of President Duval, in the best interests of the United States, and vowed to do his job well - well, as well as he could. If that meant a few more whiskeys to soothe his nerves and get the words flowing, then so be it. 

Once he reached the end of the runway he was greeted by the marvellous Desdemona Tomas-Morra, offering her a peck on the cheek and introducing himself to her entourage. The shy Stenberg hung back, joining Nordeng in the VIP lounge for some refreshments once he was done flattering the Ivericans. With some friendly introductions to the other delegates in the bag, Nordeng and Stenberg headed to their private KAP K6, which would whisk them away to conference centre.

A KAP K6 in Argic Blue, selected personally by CEO Erik Bruun for Nordeng.

 

[Andalla]

Disclaimer: This is a post involving Skandinavisk or ACAF aircraft, a list which is constantly being changed to ensure realism and good quality. Aircraft model names may have changed during the elapsed period of time, if not taken away altogether.

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OOC: Yay, still on-time both IC and OOC.

OOC (2): I'm evil so I'll make a runway for AIA. No, @Iverica, opinions are not welcome. (Jk, if you want to change it just tell me)

OOC (3): I believe this is my first actual RP post, so forgive me. I'm a newbie

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AIA - 0921 hrs IST, 12 December 2017

Golf Alfa Whiskey 270, winds 120 at 10, runway zero-two left, cleared to land, welcome to Altaria.

Cleared to land, runway zero-two left, Golf Alfa Whiskey 270.

With those words, it was only a matter of time before Foreign Minister Bendtsen would be stepping off the SK-6-200 and into the most important international declaration that Andalla would be a party to. Just over 7 hours ago, he was on the tarmac of Hallstrom AFB talking to President Johansen. It was a relief for Johansen to accompany him to the aircraft and provide moral support, for he was clearly stressed out and extremely nervous.

But now, Johansen was no more. Bendtsen had awoke to the reality that he would be doing this, well, more or less on his own. It wasn't because he believed he was weak, but because he knew the sheer gravity of this agreement. It would be historical. No, it would be history. It would provide Andalla a seat in international affairs. It would put more SK-7s in the air. Well, hopefully.

A voice came over from the speakers. "Welcome to Iverica, Mr. Bendtsen," said the voice; it was clearly Andallan but with a forced Iverican accent. It was the pilot, Jonas Bjorge. He was a funny man indeed. But Bendtsen was not amused enough to forget that he was still representing his nation, over 30 million people, in a historic agreement that would... well... it would everything.

Alexander sat there, in his spacious seat, and thought of home. He thought of Andalla. He thought of Lekkjer. By 2020, how would Lekkjer look like? He suddenly remembered Old Ralf, the man who lived in a rundown bungalow next door. He imagined it as a modern, cozy house. Practically a palace, by Lekkjer standards.

He continued to muse about these things when a loud "thump" was heard and his seat shook. The aircraft bounced a bit; up and down, up and down. "Touchdown," said his secretary, who was seated on the other side of the aisle.

He could see the sun reflecting off the terminal's glass windows. He could see a Virk, painted in @Girkmandian colors. It was a shame they didn't choose SK, but that would no longer matter as the respective countries of the two companies would be signing economic agreements. There was a bright future.

Aircraft always amazed Bendtsen. Though he was Foreign Minister, he cherished every landing and takeoff. Sometimes he would even sit with the pilots in the cockpit and surprise ATC. He even got Johansen to do that once, on a state visit to the @Sunset Sea Islands. The confused controller couldn't speak properly and stammered as he directed the aircraft to the runway.

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Scene fades to black, fades into next scene showing the door of the aircraft about to op—wait, this isn't a movie script? Ah, nevermind. Carry on...

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It was time.

Bendtsen first felt the wind rushing in, then the photographers. Photos began snapping as he stepped down the stairs, as usual. But this was not like any other visit, it was the founding ceremony of ATARA. And anyway, he loved people, so he decided to linger around for a while. He took pictures, answered questions; he even introduced himself to one of the reporters and had a selfie with her. But at around 9:45, he had to go. He bid goodbye to the reporters and walked down the carpet, where he met Tomas-Morra. Not much happened, though, as the two Foreign Ministers knew each other well. It was their duty, anyway, and the two countries were good friends as well.

Bendtsen then proceded to the lounge inside the terminal, where he had a chat with some other diplomats. It was one of those few occasions where you would see so many representatives of different countries gathering together. At least before the world could finally unite and agree on something.

He also had some drinks... No, he had a lot. He wasn't particularly alcoholic, though. He went for softdrinks instead. Sure, it was awkward, but others seemed to have appreciated the bold move. Bendtsen was a people person. A man of the masses, like his idol and friend, Johansen. He took a few more bottles of softdrinks, and even offered to pay for it. He carried them out: out of the lounge, out of the terminal, and onto the tarmac. He then shared his softdrinks with the reporters waiting for the next delegate.

A people person indeed.

Edited June 4, 2018 by Andalla (see edit history)

[Iverica]

OOC:

@Andalla You guys could talk during one of the open or social sessions given in the itinerary above. The opportunity will come in due course

Anyway, I'm announcing that this RP will officially move on to the next stage by Thursday, January 11.

Users who haven't done their arrival RP by this date can simply post-date (retrospective) RP their arrivals.

This is a big RP, so it's natural that these things can be delayed by IRL events. We understand completely. There's no big deal about post-dating RPs

Also, an OOC thread has been created: 

 

Edited January 11, 2018 by Iverica (see edit history)

[Iverica]

OOC: I'm 2 days behind, but it seems this RP needs to push forward if anything is going to happen. @Cristina, @Lusotropia, you guys may just RP your arrivals later (we'll all just nod and accept that you were there all along  ). Failing that, you may interject at any moment and we'll just assume that you arrived quietly without much ado.

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1030-1101 IST

 

When Foreign Minister and ATARA Delegate Desdemona Tomas-Morra entered the lounge shortly after the arrival of the last delegate, it was to announce that they would quickly be moving to Hotel Tricontinentalé--now dubbed the ATARA Interim HQ.

Each delegate, starting with the earliest arrival (Gary Truman of @Girkmand) would board specially prepared KAP K6s (shock-hardened with ballistic glass) and be escorted by teams of Guardia Civil motorised units. The motorcades would follow the road merging with Altaria's A01 Highway, built both for expediency and to take new arrivals through some of the more scenic city sites. Starting from the orange and almond orchards around Altaria airport, the view gradually dipped as they approached one of the island's many limestone terraces. From that vantage, visitors could enjoy a view of Manoralo--one of the oldest towns on the island and parent settlement to the city itself. As the landscape became gradually more urban, leaving craggy limestone and rolling hills for brick houses and quaint, colourful apartments beside the Sant Petros River. Following one's gaze up current would reveal the sight of Porto Altaria's most famous landmark, The Kruggenheim Museum, its argent panelling glinting in the high morning sun like the silver scales of a flipping river pike.

Manoralo

The city's interior was in strike contrast to the vibrant palette and rural charm of the island's peripheral orchards and plantations. As the city proper was entered, the rustic warmth of sunny orange and yellow gave way to the cool glassy tint of the Altaria Commercial District. The blues, whites, and greys from highrise apartment and office skyscraper alike blended with the rows of well-manicured trees and grassy parks which dotted the city like oases in a land of austere concrete and sleek glass architecture.

The Kruggenheim

The convoys had no problem moving through what would usually be late-morning traffic. Special routes had been cleared beforehand by the Altaria Constabulary and Guardia Civil--who had officers at nearly every corner, vigilantly watching through tinted sunglasses and the tacit power of law that radiated from their sharp midnight-blue uniforms.

Before the clock struck eleven, the convoys had entered the Plasa Tridente, named for the fountain and sculpture situated at the centre, depicting a certain Trident-bearing god from old myth. Taking up a quarter of the Plasa's space, and filling most of the delegate's views, was a white palacio built in the late Renaissance Imperialesque-Revival style--The Hotel Tricontinentalé.

Of course, Ms Tomas-Morra and her staff had been incredibly lucky to secure the building for the following year, catching the contract at the timely pulling-out of the previous hotel owners. Once ATARA's permanent HQ was established, the State would resell the property at a projected comfortable profit (at the worst case, breaking even) owing to the predicting of a tourist influx likely to hit the island soon.

Tomas-Morra had been last to leave of course, being a sensible host. The K6 drivers had been ordered to disembark their VIP passengers in order of arrival, and with a short pause between. The administration wanted to make sure each delegate had sufficient face-time with the media, who had already been gathering alongside the velvet rope that flanked the entrance's long red carpet.

Once everyone had gathered inside and been seated in the ballroom, away from the outside noise and camera flash, a short luncheon would commence, followed by the signing of ATARA Charter.

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1129-1159 IST

 

The delegates had been seated with care. A semi-circular table had been selected and placed squarely at the centre of the ballroom, under a particular fresco depicting "Mediargic Shipping and Merchants in the Morning Calm"  by Variotan artist Willem Welde II.

At the head of the room, furthest from the entrance was a short dais with a podium standing just below it on the left-hand flank. Around the central tables were smaller round tables for ATARA staff and contributors--donors, legal advisors, selected press, and others who had provided notable expertise or assistance.

In counter-clockwise order and starting from the left-hand side, delegates were seated at the central table as follows: @Ahrana , @Andalla , @Girkmand , @Variota , @Prymont , Iverica, @Lusotropia , @Sunset Sea Islands, @Cristina , @Fleur de Lys , @Astriedan . Of course, the arrangement had been chosen to provoke the least amount of heated debate or any happenstance of icy grudge that might be dredged up for whatever reason. Tomas-Morra hoped that the order would promote as much friendly chatter as possible during the luncheon.

"Ladies, Gentlemen...", spoke Ms Tomas-Morra as she took her place at the podium.

"It does occur to me that we as hosts have deprived you of a fine and proper meal for long enough", she took the chance to let the statement's friendlier, more humorous tone to prevail.

"However, I am reminded that we have not yet offered you a proper welcome. So in keeping with the order of things and in the spirit of good hostship, allow me to formally welcome such a fine and promising gathering of accomplished individuals. Shall we together have our first round of applause?"

After the staccato clapping died down, another host took Ms Tomas-Morra's place at the podium, the Minister herself moving to join the seated party.

At the host's announcement, a line of waiters emerged from the side doors of the ballroom, carrying an assortment of Iverican and continental dishes.

The courses came in options and assortments, the waiters allowing the delegates to point from a selection on the tray. Aperitifs (Amontillado), Bruschetta, Sashimi, and Antipasto were served first. Next was a light salad, fish, and chicken course with a following selection of herbed lamb, veal, or tofu in truffle reduction acting as the main course. Foreign (Mostly Lysian and Cristinese) vintage and Local Reds were offered (in moderation) at the turn of the courses. Finally, a light dessert of soufflé and assorted Iverican and Thalassan fruit was brought out to top the meal.

The organisers had kept the lunch portions deliberately in conservative sizes, but on-hand in case there were any ravenous appetites out there. Tomas-Morra had given express instructions that the lunch was not to overstuff the delegates to the point of lethargy.

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1300 IST

After a short break allowing conversations to end and napkins to be thrown on the table, the host announced that the event would continue in the more appropriate conference hall, allowing the delegates a slow walk through the sunny hotel galleries.

The conference room was smaller than the grand ballroom but equally decorated with white and white-gold patterned wallpaper, Adler wood trimmings, and Walnut flooring. But in contrast, the conference room had a small stage, long table--on which were nameplates and individual microphones--making for a more officious and business-like air.

When all were seated (roughly at the same arrangement as before), functionaries laid out leather binders, each of which held a copy of the ATARA Charter for the delegate's personal keeping. Fountain pens, each one personalised with a name, national flag, and Atara crest were similarly given.

"Honoured delegates", began Desdemona Tomas-Morra, taking a stand on the stage.

"This has been a long time coming. Months of work and preparation have put the representatives of great nations here today, about to embark on a new era of understanding and economic cooperation. With this signing, we forge a platform which shall endeavour to bring advancement and prosperity through advancing mutual goals rather than promoting airs of guarded suspicion and unhealthy competition", the Minister paused and nodded to a functionary in the back.

"Without further ado, allow me to present the gathered delegates with our founding document, the ATARA Charter."

A functionary wheeled a wood and velvet board onto the stage floor, a series of parchment pages fastened to it.

"Now, as we call on our honoured Member State Delegates to come on stage and begin the signing..."

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OOC: 1. The player may choose to RP any part of this portion in his/her own perspective (at discretion). 2. The Order of signing goes in alphabetic order this way: Members States first (Astriedan, Eurofuhrer [in absentia], Lusotropia, Sunset Sea Islands), followed by Observers (Ahrana [Kingdom of], Cristina, Fleur de Lys), and lastly by Founders (Andalla, Girkmand, Iverica, Prymont, Variota). 3. If the player wishes, the player may just skip to signing.

OOC: For any questions please post on ATARA FOUNDING OOC 

Edited January 13, 2018 by Iverica (see edit history)

[Iverica]

 

[Astriedan]

1030-1101 IST

After getting to meet other delegates, it was time for Julian and the people that followed him to proceed to the motorcade.

The K6 was a really comfortable car, or at least it would have been if the imperial servants weren't there. Although they didn't complained (they never did anyway), it was obvious that they were struggling with their long and heavy "spikes" and bulky helmets. That didn't left much place for the others, Julian included but they had to deal with it.

Julian wasn't really interested about the countryside of Iverica but when the K6 entered the city, he started to look around with more attention. As Astriedan was a very urbanised island, he clearly felt more like at home when skyscrappers replaced houses. He was enjoying the modern part of the city as it reminded him of Dernione, especially The Kruggenheim with all it's curves.

During the trip, he, his secretary adn the speaker talked a lot, about the strange culture that they had stepped in, but also about the fact that the servants (that were, as usual, not saying a word, or even moving) were standing out a lot more than they expected.

 

1129-1159 IST

After (finally) getting out of the car, and having passed the usual jounalist crowd, Julian and the other delegates were invited to seat at a table to eat.

After a few words, there was a round of applauses. Then, they started to eat. It seemed to Julian that he was in a completely different universe, where food was well presented and where alcohol was considered a luxury good,

He blended in anyway, doing like every other delegates was doing while the people that accompanied him where either seated at another table or, in the case of the servants, standing at a good distance behind him, watching every move in the room.

 

1300 IST

After a good meal, Julian and delegates moved to a conference room with a more serious and "official" look to it than the ballroom. A group of what Julian guessed was the local equivalent of lackeys gave them a copy of the ATARA charter and a fountain pen personalized to the colors of Astriedan, a nice touch indeed.

Seeing that he would be the first to sign stressed him a bit as he still wasn't used to the international etiquette. However, he managed to look quite formal when walking to the podium, signing the chart and walking back to seat again in his chair, waiting for the other delegates to sign.

[Sunset Sea Islands]

1030-1101 IST

Prime Minister Theresa Tumbleweed and Delegate Angelina Lernel had already experienced the luxury of Prymontian cars countless times KAP automobiles were both popular in Sunset Sea Islandian and foreign governmental fleets. Both women were sitting next to a window and observing the changing landscape. They didn't want to talk to one another, so all they did was look out of the window, as none of them wanted to appear rude by booting up their electronic devices. What a difference a few latitudes further north made. It was still warm but the absence of tropical storms, monsoons and tsunamis made the Iverican countryside that much more charming. The vintage was exactly like something you would find drawn on the label of an expensive bottle of wine. As the colourful towns were gradually replaced by a jungle of concrete and glass the two women felt more and more at home. Relations with @Iverica had been splendid for the longest time, so the knowledge of visiting a befriended nation they would soon be allied to almost negated the lack of law enforcement infrastructure. Of course, the policemen kept the road clear for the diplomats, but the facts that their operations were not nearly as systematical as the AI-driven system of the Sunset Sea Islands and that this "increased" level of security would sink after the official motorcade had passed, made both women, especially Prime Minister Theresa Tumbleweed, slightly nervous. Naturally, none of them would show these thoughts to preserve their face in front of the other and to not offend the Ivericans.

1129-1159 IST

Both Tumbleweed and Lernel thoroughly enjoyed the first-rate food the Ivericans had prepared for the international guests. They tried diverse dishes from the attendants' nations and were pleased with the way the Iverican cooks mastered the art of Sunset Sea Islandian Sashimi. Theresa Tumbleweed was sitting next to the delegate of @Cristina and enjoyed the discussion about both the foundation of ATARA and the growing cooperation between both the ISTC and Cristina, as well as bilateral economic cooperation between the Free City and the Radiant Republic. Angelina Lernel had no other choice but to talk to the @Lusotropian delegate to her side, as she wanted to avoid disturbing Tumbleweed's conversation or even talking to her. There hadn't been many diplomatical encounters between Lusotropia and the Sunset Sea Islands, but even this minimal bit of small talk could be the beginning of prosperous international relations with the neighbours of Iverica.

1300 IST

After the meal, Desdemona Tomas-Morra ceremonially presented the charter of ATARA. The simple, yet beautiful paper would become another brick in the foundation of a peaceful global society. The hearts of the Sunset Sea Islandian delegates were filled with happiness about the ever-tightening relations with international partners and gaining so many new allies on one day felt extremely fulfilling to the two women. Angelina Lernel smiled brightly as the delegates prepared to sing, it was obvious that she would be singing along loudly and clearly. Theresa Tumbleweed maintained her policy of showing as little emotion as necessary. She let a faint smile appear on her lips. The sixty-two-year-old woman had a voice suitable for holding speeches to unite the people, but it wasn't made for singing at all. She would at least move her lips to the words of the anthem. Lernel, the delegate, would sing loud enough for both of them.

[Cristina]

9:35 AM - The long journey since Cristina finally comes to an end. Sir Francesco Datena leaves the Cristina Airlines A330 to set foot on Iverican ground for the first time. Followed by his secretary Fabiana Doria and his bodyguards the experienced Cristinese politician looks around and inhales deeply the air of the New World. As he looks ahead he notices the flag of the Kingdom of Cristina fluttering beautiful and brightly among the flags of other sovereign nations. Francesco can hardly hold a great shout of pride. He is an activist patriot, regarded as one of the “fathers” of the Cristinese Constitution and one of the architects of the current Free Port of Cristina, and seeing his country open to the world and recognized by other sovereign nations fills him with satisfaction and all this pride of his people, his Queen, and why not, of himself?

He is then received by the Iverican staff and greets them, showing clearly that he is honored to be representing his country in such an important meeting, on such a magnificent land. From there Francesco and his entourage are taken to the car that will take them escorted to the ceremony's venue.

10:30-11:00- On board the K6, the Cristinese representative, himself a proud owner of one of this fabulous car, feels even more comfortable but also thinks he would like to be driving right now. Ms Doria talks on her cell phone with other Foreign Affairs officials and the two security guards remain quiet and alert to everything, but the thoughtful Francesco watches through the car’s window the landscape that pass outside, admired by its beauty.

When the K6 enters the urban area the Delegate perceives the beautiful contrast of the new scenario with nature of the rural area he saw before. He observes the various landmarks and high buildings and can not help but think how that city looks like its beautiful and bustling Cristina, filled of large plazas and skyscrapers. The car arrives at its destination at the Tricontinental Hotel soon after the other international delegates and so, like them, Francesco is soon approached by journalists from all over the planet, for whom he gives a quick interview about the importance of the event and what ATARA represents for the Kingdom of Cristina. "All this represent the acceptance of my country in the new international scene, through Cristinese participation in the foundation of this important establishment that is ATARA, where the Free Port will represent itself without breaking its declared neutrality," says the delegate Cristinese in one of his answers.

11:30-1:00- Sir Francesco Datena walks down  to the beautiful ballroom where the welcoming ceremony and luncheon will take place. There he takes the seat prepared to him in thr central table between the representatives of Sunset Sea Islands and Fleur de Lys with whom he talks about the last agreements of cooperation between Cristina and those nations and with the ISTC.

After the rapid and applauded pronouncement of Ms Desdemona Tomas-Morra, finally the food is served and Francesco prefers light dishes and a smooth Cristinese wine of good harvest, which he recommends to the Leader of the Radiant Republic.

1:00-1:30- After the meal and some more talks on the corridors, the delegates and their entourages move to the decorated Conference Hall and appropriately take their seats. Francesco again gets to take his place besides Prime Minister Theresa Tumbleweed of the Sunset Sea Islands.

1:30-2:30- Mr. Desdemona Tomas-Morra ceremonially presents the charter of ATARA documents which he reads attentively. At the due time, as a Delegate with Observer Status, Sir Francesco Datena formally walks to the podium and sign the chart with great satisfaction as he is now rendering another service to his country.

Edited January 29, 2018 by Cristina
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[Girkmand]

After an exhausting hour of posing for the headlines and getting acquainted with the delegates of other countries over an unforgettable luncheon, the tidal wave of suited men and women flooded to the Conference Hall to take their seats and prepare for the formal signing of the treaty.

A graying Gary Truman rose from his seat as the stage summoned his name, followed by complementary applause and flashing cameras. He ascended to the podium with great confidence and made his mark on the treaty with the ceremonial fountain pen. One more firm handshake later the Delegate returned to his seating content with the established state of affairs. Back home this would be a moment of quiet reflection among many viewing the event on TV. Everything and nothing had changed for the small Federal Republic.There was nothing left to do now but look curiously into the future.

[Prymont]

The journey into the heart of Altaria was certainly a pleasant one, which Julian Nordeng enjoyed from the safe comfort of his personalised KAP K6. The delegate had sneakily taken a glass of champagne into the car with him, and sipped on it as he watched the scenery slowly evolve. The convoy led him out of the grey, dull surroundings of the airport, and deep into the lush Iverican countryside. Rolling hills, accompanied by thick meadows and quaint villages stuck in the 60s, passed by his car window. If this was what being an ATARA delegate was about, he was set for life. The imagery beyond his viewpoint quickly changed into an advanced metropolis; buildings here were modern and identical, the character of the country villages having suddenly vanished. Skyscrapers were scattered generously upon the horizon, a collection of towering metal and concrete that Nordeng simply couldn't enjoy. If ATARA ever held a meeting in Prymont, which was certainly likely, he'd have to select somewhere more scenic and refreshing.

Eventually, his car pulled up at the Hotel Tricontinentalé, home of the founding ATARA documents. This building certainly was full of character and rich history, making Nordeng feel right at home. He enjoyed his time in the limelight, posing for photographs and talking to journalists lining the red carpet about the pleasure of being a founding member of such an important organisation, and the impact this event would have, not only locally but globally too. Lionel Stenberg kept in hot pursuit, his mobile phone at hand as he recorded every word Nordeng uttered for record. After outstaying his welcome on the porch of the hotel, the chubby, balding Prymontian was ushered inside the building, where he was whisked away to the grand dining hall.

After a quick introduction, lunch was served, and Julian was ravenous. In between nodding along to the ancient @Variotan on one side who reminisced on the olden days and sweet talking Tomas-Morra on the other side, Nordeng filled his face with the finest of delicacies. He would try everything, and would then ask for seconds, finding the gourmet portions disappointing and unfulfilling. He'd indulge in the luxurious wines provided, thankful that he personally wasn't the one coughing up the bill for the meal, and taking advantage of the deep pockets of whoever was paying. Once his stomach was pressing firmly against the buttons and seams of his tailor-made suit, would he finally rest and relax.

When the party was taken to the conference room, Stenberg reminded his partner to improve his image and settle down. There had been whispers here and there of Nordeng standing out a bit too much, and he was sure he'd heard the delegate being referred to as the 'Prymontian Pig'. Whether or not this would cover headlines Stenberg was unsure, but from now on the duo meant business. His tie was straightened, his suit dusted down, and his cheeks wiped of any grub specks. 

And so, when it was Prymont's turn to sign the charter, Julian would waste no time for the press and made straight for centre stage. His over-the-top, flowing signature marked history for Prymont, and was rewarded with light applause. He'd done his part for his country, and for that, he was proud.

[Variota]

Unlike his Prymontian colleague, Sjaak had no issues with pigging out and committing to a reasonable amount of gluttony. Of course, the best cuisine, wine and other beverages here were Variotan. That was just how the world was, nothing that the other nations could do about that even if they wanted to. While some tried to hide their internal desires, trying to keep their delectable loyalty towards dishes and drinks of their own cuisine, Sjaak saw that none could keep away from the Variotan dishes and drinks when given the chance. And a Variotan getting hassled over eating proper Variotan food was as likely as an obese communist being taken seriously, non-existent. Of course, as a Kommune leader and Lantheere, Sjaak knew how etiquette worked and was sure to be seen nibbling on the dining options of other nations. The fact that the old-timer was downing straight shots of pure Variotan vodka also helped, as one often had to eat while doing so or faced the risk of ending as sh*tfaced drunk as lily-livered Europan schoolboys on their first spring break in Variota.

Nordeng himself seemed like a reasonable man and politician, although Sjaak had always been somewhat distrustful of people who would only drink wine. While Het Huisselant also produced wine, some would say the best wine in Alharu and perhaps even the world, Sjaak had always felt that wine was a bad alcoholic beverage. Vodka, whiskey, schnapps, all a good one as it's strength often meant that people would become more honest. Beer was a good one, great for festivities. Wine was good for dinner but in general bad. Wine didn't make someone more honest, wine wasn't something you'd drink at a great party... Wine was a drink that was well-suited for politicians and charlatans, for so far as the two weren't one and the same. Something you could sip on, something that you could drink all night without having to tell the whole room individually that you loved them or why they were the worst person in the world.

Still, they got along fine during the small bits when they spoke to each other, between Nordeng trying everything and asking for seconds and Sjaak poking things with his own head. Gourmet-sized food was a thing that no Variotan saw as genuine dinner but rather as a little snack and as such, they were handled as little snacks. Gourmet food was something obviously not unknown to the Greatest Nation of Alharu but was generally served in normal portions so that the people enjoying said gourmet dinner didn't have to visit the local Vooters afterwards in order to get a properly filling bite to eat. This was something that was additionally promoted by the Variotan culture, where enjoying things and enjoying them as much as possible were virtues that everyone strove towards.

Every fun and gluttonous dinner had to be ended at some point and Sjaak was quick to wipe off his own head, or rather the pick area, retreated the personal defense weapon and dinner tool back into the walking cane and followed the rest to the conference room. Once seated, his assistant quickly adjusted the suit of the Lantheere to return it to a pristine condition. While other assistants would have been able to do it while their boss was still standing, the Lantheere's assistant remained vertically challenged even with large heels implemented in his shoes.

While the Prymontian delegate showed the same speed as he previously had feasting on the various dishes, Sjaak took it easy when his turn came. Everyone would expect it anyway from a man of his age and it gave the press the opportunity to take some great shots, doing some light posing before walking off to sign the document and before and after signing the document. During historic events, it was important to pose and show the world a perfect picture. No organisation or nation was ever perfect or pretty under the surface but if there was one time to try and shine, it was during the founding of a nation or organisation.

The document itself was quickly signed, his handwriting being crude like that of a doctor. Fun was to be had after the signing as Sjaak pretended to take the one and only ceremonial fountain pen with him as the press quickly tried to snap pictures of it, no doubt to sell them to the tabloids under some silly title such as 'Variotan billionaire politician steals unique item!' or 'Confused old man wanders off from ATARA founding with pen!'. They were majorly bamboozled however when Sjaak quickly put it back and gave a cheeky wink and finger pistols to the press, to great enjoyment and hearty laughter by the other attendees. Whether that was out of pity or genuine pleasure he did not know but if one couldn't attempt a little joke during a ceremony, the world was truly f*cked.

Edited March 6, 2018 by Variota (see edit history)

[Iverica]

Desdemona Tomas-Morra noted the Lantheere's little jest with a small bemused grin. Morra herself was not so well adjusted to charming humour as most of the Iverican public had come to know. Certainly, she had come to distinguish herself over the decades with sharp biting remarks and dry salted comments about the weekly death threats that grace her front porch semi-monthly.

Despite her poise, appearance and evidently more lop-sided humour, she could see the value in the Variotan's facade--evening the day's mood out nicely. Her casual observation of the event revealed with growing clarity, the parts each of the assembled players had adapted to fit their narratives and hit agenda. Some feigned the blasé, others the charmed and pleasants, while fewer still--and indubitably the less popular--elected to adopt the fool.

Such as it was, none of the other founders had elected to play the coy cordial. Sjaak was his energetic self, which endeared people many who thought of it as charming in contrast of his age, Nordeng openly didn't give a damn about what the old-worlders thought, Truman was his pensive, yet dignified self, and Morra herself was content with remaining as host-like as possible and was resigned to simply take mental notes and hand-hold the ceremony.

ATARA, as she authored it, was supposed to be a platform for cooperation, an opportunity for the typically isolated nations of the tricontinental to sit down and have a word about tariffs and foreign investment once in a while, maybe settle a market-flooding war once in a while. But on the other hand, Morra was fully aware why so many were interested and why they had bothered showing up at all. The very act of coming to Altaria to snap some photos and scribble marks was a gesture as well as it was a symbol. A symbol that identified and separated the wheat from the chaff.

For the observers and old-worlders, it was clear that they didn't want something potentially profitable...or potentially dangerous, out of their direct line of sight. For whatever ATARA represented, they wanted to keep a careful, maybe hungry, maybe guarded watch on the tricontinental--and in doing so, revealing their stakes in the game. For the rest, the parochial natives of Argis, Thalassa, and Alharu, it was simply a foray into new trends. Whether ATARA sank or swam mattered little, simply that they basked in the novelty of new trends, hopefully scooping up any tidbits of profit that floated down--much like the hungry koi in the hotel pond.

As the signing drew to a close and the founders marked to conclude the parade of dignitaries, Morra thought of the new-worlders, those that either helped her make this event a reality or that had shown glimmers of sharper wit and maybe some hungry ambition. Now those ones--she would either have to induct... or remove.

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The day was drawing to a close. Morra had added her name to the document, a final line of ink for the organisation's pioneering members. There was applause, some fanfare, popping corks, camera-flash, handshakes, grins, interviews, photo-ops. By all means a hallmark event, the very first for the dawn of an era, a new day for the new world

 

 

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OOC: That's a wrap for part 1 of the ATARA FOUNDING! Day 2 and 3 may come soon, there are many social opportunities for two or more players to discuss or mini-RP within this one (deals, dalliances, intrigue, whatever floats your boat!) Part 2 will mostly deal with the first Assembly where HQ and current events will be discussed!

ATARA FOUNDING II: THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY

Coming to theatres near you this April (or May)