The Great Bridge (IC)

Mr. Johnson · Post by **Mr. Johnson** » October 26th, 2007, 9:44

a mediocerly sized spacecraft landed on the brobbins platform. the other guests stood standing for a while, when suddenly they heard a loud voice saying:

Governor Comrade Johnson wrote:No you daft cupcake! i said it was the green one to open the door, what kind of scientist are you?! *sigh* ramon, remind me to have him executed when we get back.

suddenly the doors of the craft opened. a tall man stepped out, followed by a large mexican-looking person with an extra eye on his forehead, armed with something that could be best described as a flamethrower and chainsaw combined. in his large hairy arms he was carrying a delicious looking cake, complete with whipped cream, chocolate and many types of unusual and exotic fruit. when the tall man reached out his arm to shake hands with the other guests, Tarquin Joy noticed a large revolver tucked away under governor johnson's arm.

Governor Comrade Johnson wrote: My sincere apologies for being late, i had some trouble with my staff. now, where is this cake?

mrbobbins · Post by **mrbobbins** » October 26th, 2007, 9:46

Tarquin Joy walked swiftly over the tarmac straightening his suit jacket and checking his tie as he approached Maria Songbird with hand outstretched, he smiled as he shook her hand,

"Welcome, welcome!, so good of you to have come!"

"Oh yes there will be several representatives arriving today, oh I think another is here now!, oh well by the look of this ship it is the Xolotyl contingent!"

Tarquin greeted Baliamos with a smile and offered his hand in friendship.

"I am so glad you agreed to come, I certainly am looking forward to sampling the Xolotyl delicacies!"

Tarquin gestured to the vehicle he had arrived in, a traditional car shaped conveyance large enough for around 6 people. Many tiny robotic legs held it off the ground, the front of the vehicle had a small silver spiral horn protruding from the front.

"Please step into the Unicar and I will escort you to the conference center, we can enjoy some tea and cakes and engage in pleasing small talk while we wait for the other representatives to arrive!. Unfortunately as I mentioned in my correspondance your lovely guards will have to wait outside, or they may go for some sightseeing around Sedate Aequoreus if they fancy. Unless you each wish to wait in a private room until all the delegates are here?. We aim to please and not to offend!"

Tarquin held open the door and smiled at the ambassadors, he felt a vibration from the inner pocket of his jacket. His portable comms unit had received a message, without looking he new that it was from Security Minister Fun indicating that the conference facilities were secure and that the scanning devices were in operation. He was hopeful that no one was here to cause trouble but he was at least now confident that he would be safe!.

Edit: Also Insert greetings for Comrade Johnson above! (OOC: Also, Tarquin may or may not have noticed any weapons!)

Baliame · Post by **Baliame** » October 26th, 2007, 10:15

(OOC: Stuff like that can always be handled with rolls, but it's up to Grimmie narf)

Baliamos accepted the handshake.

"Thanks for the welcome. A nice country you have here, I'd love to spend some time... exploring it."

He dropped a few words to his bodyguard carefully so no one else hears him, and followed Tarquin into the Unicar. A landing transport caught his attention as it shouted some insults and execution. He saw a tall man step out of it and approach the vehicle.

"You must be Johnson of Aquilos, eh? I heard you have lovely cakes. You look like the sort of the person who likes a good trade, so how about a swap?"

mrbobbins · Post by **mrbobbins** » October 26th, 2007, 10:27

OOC: Technically you shouldn't make any statements about what another character does, sees, says, feels etc. You should present opportunities for the other character to respond.

Post by **Grimmie** » October 26th, 2007, 10:43

Maria felt like she was missing something, perhaps the footnote on the invitation that encouraged visitors to come armed with cake. Stepping into the unusual Unicar, she sat down and waited to be taken to the conference halls, her silent guard following soon after.

She crossed one leg over the other, leaning back into the seat with one hand holding the side of the car for support, the other casually laid across her crossed leg, fingers sliding over the polished leather of her pistol holster.

"Unicorns.." she said, as soon as they were all in the car.
"I heard you have them here.. I thought they were just myth, don't suppose there's any chance we'll get to see any of them today?" she asked, turning her head to one side to look at the scenery. It was far greener than Braxis, a country that was ninety percent desert.

OOC: Sod dice. You make the decisions. Freeform stuff, this!

mrbobbins · Post by **mrbobbins** » October 26th, 2007, 14:03

The Unicar containing a number of delegates lurched forward with a tiny jolt, as it gathered speed the rocking and vibration reduced as the scenery sped past. The port was only a short distance from the conference center located in the center of the capital, the Unicar passed through the waterfront district rushing by the many seafront cafes and restaurants, several Brobbinsians out for an afternoon stroll smiled and waved at the car as it went past, they apparently recognised the government vehicle.

Tarquin eyed the cakes that had been brought by the other representatives, they certainly looked delicious but he was nervous that they may contain substances that he might be 'allergic' to, he made a note to have them scanned before consuming any. He replied to Maria's question.

"We do indeed, Unicorns are our national animal, and very proud we are of them. There are huge numbers in the central forested area inside a protected zone, but only scientists and researchers are aloud near the zone, I myself have never been in."

"There are however quite a few tamer Unicorns that venture out of the zone and near the city boundaries, if you like I can arrange a Unicorn Safari Trip for you and the other delegates after the conference. We have a Unicorn channel on the Medianet for up to date sightings and several excellent experts run daily Safari trips to wherever they have appeared."

"Might I also suggest a day trip to the Marillion Cliffs, the view really is quite stunning, I'd stay away from the Dharma cave system though it's a little, erm, dangerous this time of year what with high tides!"

"And I have heard strange rumours of your country too, I hear that you have friendly pyramid shaped animals!, most bizzare if this is true"

Tarquin noticed an exchange of dialogue between Baliamos and Johnson of Aquilos. He was happy to see that some conversation was already taking place. Maybe his suggestion of an international co-operation organisation wouldn't be quite so outrageous as he thought it might appear!

The Unicar approached the conference center driveway, it had the appearance of a large country estate, it looked most out of place in the middle of a bustling city. As the Unicar slowed down on the gravel drive the rocking and vibrating increased until it came to a stop and the doors automatically opened with a pleasant *swish*

Mr. Johnson · Post by **Mr. Johnson** » October 26th, 2007, 14:48

"So,Sir Baliamos, you wish for an uranium exchange eh? hmmm... we shall discuss this later in private, let us enjoy this country for now"

governor Johnson looked out of the window and noticed they had arrived at the estate.

"I must say Tarquin, this is a rather nice place you have here. i can't wait to see what it looks like on the inside."

the guests passed underneath the white marble arch, adorned with golden unicorns that marks the entrance of the estate, and passed further along the courtyard, where some unicorn fountains where placed seemingly random. A frown appeared on Maria Songbird's face, as she noticed that the unicorns where placed in a specific pattern.

Post by **Grimmie** » October 26th, 2007, 15:21

Maria's pleasant, curious smile faded quite quickly at the mention of geometrically shaped animals.

"I'm sure you'll have heard about our little science experiment gone wrong on the news channels a couple months back.. There were a lot of side effects. Most of our buildings lost power, people suffered heart attacks, and about fifty percent of our small animals were instantly killed.."

She looked to Tarquin, a faint, if somewhat sad smile lingering on her lips.

"People were distraught. Cats and dogs they'd loved for years were suddenly snatched away, and there was no way we could replace the species quickly enough - So we made WCC's.. Weighty-Companion-Cubes.. They fit the bill.. People become incredibly attached to them, I have one at home myself, I call him Eric."

Her gaze broke as the vehicle stopped, and she gathered her thoughts, tapping her guard on the shoulder twice.

"Come on.. Let's get settled in."

Post by **Grimmie** » October 26th, 2007, 15:27

Mr. Johnson wrote:A frown appeared on Maria Songbird's face, as she noticed that the unicorns where placed in a specific pattern.

OOC: Oi! Less of that

Keep to playing your own people.

amblin · Post by **amblin** » October 26th, 2007, 15:55

Mr. Johnson · Post by **Mr. Johnson** » October 26th, 2007, 15:55

OOC: i'll be good, i'm new at this.

MIkkyo · Post by **MIkkyo** » October 26th, 2007, 16:02

a gold painted aircraft, that appears to have been made many decades ago, lands at the international Airfield.
A handsome yet modest looking character steps out wearing many furs, along with what looks to be a personal assistant and also a Bodyguard that wouldn't be out of place in a "Most notorious serial killers in the World" Magazine.

"His Holyness Living God on Earth Mikkyo wishes to extend his appologies for his late arrival, but unfortunately he felt the mode of transport was not....grand enough this morning"

A golden paint puddle starts to form on the runway.

Baliame · Post by **Baliame** » October 26th, 2007, 16:06

As the Unicar arrived at the destination, Lord Baliamos looked extremely unwell.

"Excuse me Tarquin, would you allow me to stay here for a second, I'm in desperate need of a smoke and a cake."

Post by **Roman Totale** » October 27th, 2007, 0:40

Burholt Cavendish had been a pilot for 35 years. For the last 10 he had had the privilege of serving his country by flying for the Supreme Sky Ariel Transport Flying Service for the State. His job was to ferry state officials wherever and whenever they wanted. Being vaguely attached to the diplomatic corp at least meant he got to pilot the slightly more luxurious aircraft in the fleet. There were, however, problems.

Whilst, technologically speaking, the Dominion of RO-BO (DoRB) was highly advanced, it seemed that design aesthetic and user-friendliness was not quite up to the same standards. The problem was that, due the massive number of government departments, research branches and secret black ops development teams (all of whom seemed to spend more time trying to steal research from one another than doing any actual research themselves - in fact this had gone on for such a long time that the only real advances any of them had made were in the fields of office security and office infiltration), that by the time someone had come up with something useful, every man and his class 4 robotic dog had added something to it. This coupled with a system of rules and regulations that was seemingly developed by a board of schizophrenic imbeciles, all speaking a different language and communicating via semaphore, led to things being slightly longer winded than was truly necessary. As such the aircraft he was piloting (the model of which was actually called 'Name Pending - awaiting for approval from Desmond Urquhart Minister for Indexing, Censorship and Etymology'. Urquhart died before approving whatever name it was that was pending, but because his name was on the authorisation forms no one else was able to clear it) had the luxury of a sub-warp drive, but with a series of alarms and compterised voices that warned the pilot if was going over 30mph, if he was near a built up residential area (accurate to within 500 miles as a safety precaution), if a flock of birds had been spotted, if rain was expected and, randomly, to point out areas of natural outstanding beauty.

It was with this in mind that Burholt breathed a sigh of relief after finally getting permission to leave the landing strip. He was impressed - it had only taken 7 hours, a small inter-departmental coup (that led to the Department of Health, Fitness, Mental Steel and Iron Constitution to annexe the canteen) and the destruction of a small village that had been the home of the uncooperative flight controller. Burholt had been told to expect the Vice Chancellor Senior Minister Undersecretary for International Shindigs - so it was no surprise to him when at the last minute a completely different Minister and his delegates arrived on the aircraft and demanded to be flown to the Most Serene Republic of Bobbins.

All in a day's work, he thought. The only thing that did puzzle him was the converted State Riot Unrest and General Uncompliance Suppression unit that was in the hold. It looked for all the world like it had been converted to make delicious cakes...

OOC edit - I'll do the arriving bit tomorrow, I am very tired now.

Post by **Roman Totale** » October 27th, 2007, 16:30

With much billowing of smoke, flashing of lights and whirring of unnecessary alarms, the DoRB diplomatic ship touched down on the landing pad in the Most Serene Republic of Brobbins.

During the brief flight the hierarchy of the diplomatic team had changed four times, the most recent reshuffle resulting in Douglas Hitherbibble becoming Senator for Foreign Affairs (his title was originally intended to much longer, but the paperwork had to be cut short when the "return to seats" light flashed up overhead). Whilst on the face of it some might consider Douglas under qualified for the role of International Ambassador, the fact that he had changed offices 30 times in the past two years, and each time had managed to get a desk next to the window, was testament to his perseverance and negotiating skills. Such skills were very much needed in the sprawling network of buildings known as the Labyrinth, that served as DoRB's administrative and judicial capital (it is still unclear to many social commentators whether the Labyrinth is the capital city itself, or just a gestalt building residing within the capital - certainly no one was ever sure what the city was actually called, as everyone you asked always gave a different answer).

Attired in a dark brown business suit, trilby hat atop his head, Senator Hitherbibble gathered his delegates around him and stood ready as the aircraft doors opened into the warm K'or air. With the doors fully open he walked towards the greeting committee assembled by the landing strip.

Senator Hitherbibble wrote:Fellow inhabitants of Mongo, thank you for the warm invitation to your country. As close neighbours I hope this visit will strengthen all our bonds prove mutually beneficial to all parties.

I also thank you for the welcome cake, and in return I give to you our gift...

With a wave of his arm the Senator gestured to the ship as the cargo hold doors opened.

A brief note on the State Riot Unrest and General Uncompliance Suppression units. Hulking, robotic, bipedal and vaguely humanoid - they had been used on the continent of Antioch in military campaigns and quelling civil unrest. It had a somewhat demoralsing appearance for anyone who faced it, but for those controlling it it was a highly prized asset - tough and sturdy, but also capable of being upgraded and converted to suit many, many tasks. This was undoubtedly the first time though that one had been converted to create cakes.

The unit lurched towards the assembled diplomats, the ground shuddering as it did, came to an abrupt stop, raised it's converted cannon arm (which now looked more like a giant cake icer) and squirted a small blob of icing sugar on to the head of a DoRB delegate.

Hitherbibble looked towards the welcoming party with a look on his face similar to that of a child's parents that have just watched him unwrap his first birthday present.

mrbobbins · Post by **mrbobbins** » October 29th, 2007, 14:49

Tarquin invited everyone into the main hallway of the conference mansion.

"This house once belonged to Mister Brobbins himself, our Prime Great Friend. He donated it to the city as a gift on the day of the first Annual Unicorn Parade 25 years ago. It was transported here and set up as a conference center!. Mister Brobbins lives in a lovely little caravan now."

Tarquin moved into the main hall, a massive stairway led up directly in front of the main doors with a large sets of double doors leading off to the left and one to the right. Outside each door and at the top of the stairs stood smartly dressed men who smiled and bowed at the guests.

"This room on the right is the waiting area, it has full butler service for any requirements of our guests. On the left is the conference room itself."

He moved over to the door on left and opened both doors with a confident sweep. The opulent interior had several generously sized comfortable looking leather sofas surrounding a large low table. Upon the table were many different cakes, biscuits and sweets. The cakes were huge and several of them had at least 5 tiers. If anyone could have taken their eyes away from the epic display of confectionary they would see that the rest of the room was ornately decorated with chandeliers and old oil paintings of a few important looking men and women and some renaissance style portrayals of magisterial unicorns.

"Please do enter, be comfortable, thankyou to those who brought cakes themselves it really was not necessary but such a nice gesture!, you can place them on the table, I can't wait to sample them, although I think I might skip a taste of the RO-BO Ambassador!"

He laughed out loud as he slapped the icing topped DoRB delegate on the back

help yourselves to the cake, a waiter will shortly be in to take any drinks orders, tea, coffee, stout, whatever you fancy. I do ask that your bodyguards please wait in the room over to your right, any outward show of... erm... horse is not expedient to the situation."

One of the smartly dressed men near the waiting room opened the door, the interior was similar to the other room, slightly less exuberant but with more chairs

"And I would therefore also ask that anyone outwardly displaying weapons please secure them out of sight. If you wish to scan the room or the food please be my guest, it was all prepared in the same kitchen in which nuts are present, I wouldn't want anyone to have an allergic reaction!"

Tarquin chortled to himself as he moved towards the conference room door, gestured inside and smiled.

Post by **Grimmie** » October 29th, 2007, 15:41

Maria was suitably wide-eyed as the doors to the conference room were opened, having never seen anything quite so luxuriant in her life. Braxia was a city of cold steel and towering stonework, offices like this were usually functional and practical, rarely as welcoming as this.

She stepped inside and wandered briefly between the chairs, before finding a good place to sit, not too much sun, not too much shade, and a colourful collection of cakes scattered on the table before her. She could certainly get used to regular ambassadorial trips to K'Or, if this is how they treated foreigners.

Leaning forward, she picked up a slice of battenburg cake and placed it on a small plate in front of her. A wafer-thin digital notepad was plucked from the belt around her hips and pulled open. Detaching the stylus and leaning back, she began to make notes, resting the device on the knee of her crossed leg. Bright blue eyes briefly left the pad to scan around the other delegates as they began to arrive, brief shorthand scribbles in Braxian Common trailed from the tip of the stylus in neon green, the page scrolled by a flick of her finger mid-air.

It was time to put her business face on, smiles and polite questions, excited curiosity. The job at hand was to meet and greet the other nations and get chummy with the people who would make and break alliances. More importantly however, were the issues of this outrageous bridge, and Comrade Johnson's outspoken war announcement.

amblin · Post by **amblin** » October 31st, 2007, 9:53

Baliame · Post by **Baliame** » November 1st, 2007, 22:32

Baliamos, looking a little more comforted slowly followed the crowd. He sticked closely to his bodyguard, talking about a little device which looked like a tamagochi, but taking a closer look, it seemed capable of radio communication. As they walked, Baliamos recieved a small metallic box from his bodyguard which he put in his pocket. In return, he gave him a handkerchief with three letters on it: W F S. The guard nodded and went to the waiting room, while the other wandered into the conference room.

"I hope we can finish this soon as the display of cakes made me really hungry." He said as he chose himself a comfortable chair deep in the shades. While his intentions remain shadowed, he seemed quite satisfied with the fact that cake awaits in the guest room.