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Seatlantis

*the RMS Queen Mary 3 aproaches the LC penelope carefully, while preparing to dock it blows it's whistle letting everyone know it's presence*

Loftegen 2

Lazball wrote:The morning of the 22nd had started off foggy, which made setting up the last touches on the L.C. Penelope in preparation for the soon-to-board leaders a drizzly and unpleasant task. However, now the crew had gathered for a hearty meal together in the ship's canteen and the atmosphere had become jovial.

"A dance messir?" Second Mate Freddy Lessint asked up to Captain Srane, dramatically bowing (or perhaps just doubling over laughing).

Eric Srane choked on his bread and hid his mirth in his coffee cup. A whole boatload of leaders coming for a ball on the Penelope. He felt rather flattered his ship, which as a regional, not commercial, cruise ship had heretofore only served as a place for the occasional sea-borne diplomatic meeting Lazarus's foreign affairs ministry had needed to make, had been chosen for such a high-profile international meet-up. When he had eaten all he cared for (not a light breakfast; Cook Claire always made sure the Captain had something on his plate) he pushed back his chair and swept the room with a merry yet respected gaze. The room naturally quieted as eyes turned towards him expectantly.

"Mateys! Well... I'm sure you must all find it a bit odd to be called upon by the officials of Lazarus to be ferrying around leaders on a grand pleasure trip. I can't say I don't think it a bit out-of-character for us myself, but we must keep in mind, my friends: these are not just party-ers coming on board our bless'd ship, but the might of our very own Lazarus. I reckon their words are more powerful than any weapon any of you lot have ever seen and their fancies direct the attention of nations. If anything peculiar happens to them we'll be in a heap of trouble friends, so please, keep up your attention as if we were fighting the Leviathan. And for Pete's sake I say, try to act a wee bit gentleman for a week!" Srane grinned at the men he had worked with and trained for years and the crowded room responded with bobbing heads.

"Aye aye sir, right ye are! We'll do our best or me mum can be hanged! Aye we understand s'not just no party coming on board sir!"

The Captain dismissively waved them back onto their breakfasts and made his way out onto deck. The sun had pushed down the mists and already incoming crafts could be seen dotting across the horizon. The Captain looked out pensively for a moment, then chuckled to himself and made one more round of the ship in the morning light to make sure everything was absolutely perfectly in order.

Captain Srane was watching from the bridge of the Penelope as the various national leaders came aboard his ship, when a shadow fell over the proceedings. It was as if a thick cloud had obscured the Sun, though the sky remained clear. The air became chilly, giving rise to tatters of fog. Tendrils of darkness rose and flowed over the sides of the ship, gathering on the forecastle and condensing into the form of Lady Zaharra of Loftegen 2. As Srane watched she raised her gaze to meet his, and a violent shiver ran through him. Then, strangely, she saluted him, a wry smile on her lips.

Treadwellia, Perchan, Your Imaginary Friend, Leonism, and 2 othersSeatlantis, and Predora

Seatlantis

as the fog enveloped the QM3 the helicopter was prepared, first some of the gathered leaders boarded it, but the visibility was quite low so the transfer had to be delayed, the large screen in the bussines section of this large ocean liner will provide communications with the LC penelope in the meantime

Lazball wrote:

The morning of the 22nd had started off foggy, which made setting up the last touches on the L.C. Penelope in preparation for the soon-to-board leaders a drizzly and unpleasant task. However, now the crew had gathered for a hearty meal together in the ship's canteen and the atmosphere had become jovial.

"A dance messir?" Second Mate Freddy Lessint asked up to Captain Srane, dramatically bowing (or perhaps just doubling over laughing).

Eric Srane choked on his bread and hid his mirth in his coffee cup. A whole boatload of leaders coming for a ball on the Penelope. He felt rather flattered his ship, which as a regional, not commercial, cruise ship had heretofore only served as a place for the occasional sea-borne diplomatic meeting Lazarus's foreign affairs ministry had needed to make, had been chosen for such a high-profile international meet-up. When he had eaten all he cared for (not a light breakfast; Cook Claire always made sure the Captain had something on his plate) he pushed back his chair and swept the room with a merry yet respected gaze. The room naturally quieted as eyes turned towards him expectantly.

"Mateys! Well... I'm sure you must all find it a bit odd to be called upon by the officials of Lazarus to be ferrying around leaders on a grand pleasure trip. I can't say I don't think it a bit out-of-character for us myself, but we must keep in mind, my friends: these are not just party-ers coming on board our bless'd ship, but the might of our very own Lazarus. I reckon their words are more powerful than any weapon any of you lot have ever seen and their fancies direct the attention of nations. If anything peculiar happens to them we'll be in a heap of trouble friends, so please, keep up your attention as if we were fighting the Leviathan. And for Pete's sake I say, try to act a wee bit gentleman for a week!" Srane grinned at the men he had worked with and trained for years and the crowded room responded with bobbing heads.

"Aye aye sir, right ye are! We'll do our best or me mum can be hanged! Aye we understand s'not just no party coming on board sir!"

The Captain dismissively waved them back onto their breakfasts and made his way out onto deck. The sun had pushed down the mists and already incoming crafts could be seen dotting across the horizon. The Captain looked out pensively for a moment, then chuckled to himself and made one more round of the ship in the morning light to make sure everything was absolutely perfectly in order.

Kaiser-Meister Grimald von Barschan was one among many boarding the ship. He had RSVP'd incredibly late - not that he meant to, he had simply lost the original draft he'd carefully written up. Striding confidently aboard the ship accompanied by the unusual sight of two members of the RSS, OWm. Simon Becker and Kpl. Juno Hansen in dress uniform. Grimald was actually excited to be outside of the Imperial City for a small while, both houses of government had made him rather weary with their senseless nagging and antagonizing of each other. A week long diplomatic cruise was just the escape needed.

Treadwellia, Your Imaginary Friend, Loftegen 2, and Seatlantis

President Kimball's vertibird touches down outside the ball venue. Reporters throng around the red carpet, as the President steps out and begins to walk inside, surrounded by bodyguards. The reporters shout questions at him, mainly related to his election defeat and his plans for the future, but he ignores them as he makes his way inside. Members of his entourage begin to unload his luggage from a second vertibird, carrying them up to his suite.

Treadwellia, Your Imaginary Friend, Loftegen 2, Seatlantis, and 1 otherPredora

Dabforvbucks 14

Lazarus

Treadwellia, We are the borg, Your Imaginary Friend, and Loftegen 2

Post self-deleted by We are the borg.

We are the borg

We are the Borg lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HULRmDGdv_E

The Tubbius family and the Bellies have all long since settled in on the Penelope, first getting the little ones into place and then enjoying a long nap. Now wearing soft, comfy, floral-printed MaTubbity outfits, Tubbius and Mrs. Tubbius are toddling around, with two Bellies behind Them in purple suits, in search of a dining hall or a cafeteria. Their massive tummies are a-rumble and a-gurgle, and the insistent Hrm HRM hrms of Her Maternity softly inform His Rotundity that the MORE little ones (a little over three months along in Her Motherhood's middle) are not about to miss a meal if She has anything to say about it.

Of course, the wheezy mmphs that Tubbius gives offer soothing reassurance that He won't be about to miss any meals, either.

Vadia, Your Imaginary Friend, and Loftegen 2

I've been acting to run a "vote on what happens next" kind of RP over on /qst/ for like a month now, but because it's so hard to get people invested, I just kinda figure it's not worth it.

Really itching to do more Space Opera stuff though, like damn.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Finally back! I've been on hiatus from nationstates because I was trying to get a catamaran into working condition over the week. Is it too late to crash the party on the Penelope?

Vadia, Treadwellia, Cianlandia, Your Imaginary Friend, and 2 othersLoftegen 2, and Seatlantis

Kappan wrote:Finally back! I've been on hiatus from nationstates because I was trying to get a catamaran into working condition over the week. Is it too late to crash the party on the Penelope?

Why yes, but that won't stop the Cianlandian delegation from offering a ride, and extravagant entry via longboat.

That's right, we traveled by longboat. On an unrelated note, the minister of Finance can navigate via astronomy....

There was some light rumors that someone from the Prole Confederation would appear, perhaps from the core nations dating back to before CoHRE and before the NTA. What wasn't entirely expected however, was for a man entirely of politics and paperwork, but devoid of much outside interaction and devoid of a history watching the soul of The Confederation bleed out on a dozen hopeless systems against the endless forces of oppression, hunger, and envy.

President Viktor Ševčík, Leader of Pentaga Giudici and one of five mighty official leaders climbed onto the Penelope via scuba gear. Along with a small group of four jaded and hardened analysts. Each of those with him had a history in tracking down and understanding the minds of killers, rooting out the slightest fickle possibility of murder or worse crimes in the lands of "PG". Looking out with suspicion, paranoia, and the sense that everything was suffering; they calmly began removing their rations from their backs and eating saltines.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Supper: Found! And a buffet at that!

Perhaps it is not a good idea to have an all-you-can-eat buffet on a cruise ship hosting two immortal royalty whose combined weight is a bit over a ton.

This might not go well. One of the Bellies, very politely, despite his own sizable girth, quietly mmphs a request to his charges about perhaps possibly restraining Their usual urges.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Seatlantis

as night settles the QM3 continues to sail head to head with the LC penelope as the opening fireworks show on the QM3 begins, the quite large dining room on the QM3 gives a buffette (or however it's spelled) to the leaders as the helicopter finally can take off now that there's no more fog, as everyone finishes their meal the helicopter leaves the QM3 with some leaders and lands on the LCP helipad, seatlantis president however stays on the QM3 for a while

Kappan

On the top deck of the Penelope, grossly incandescent light pours on the great ship from the heavens. The shimmering glow almost seems to bathe the entire ship, and in a second disperses. In the midst of the blinding radiance, two additional passengers have appeared on the ship. A tall knight, clad in pure white armour and with a sword at his side, and a smaller, elderly man in great robes of identical colour stand near the mast of the ship. Saul smiles warmly to the group of sailors meeting his gaze, while Holtr somehow manages to stare daggers into the entire crowd simultaneously, from behind his hefty helmet. Indicating gently with his right hand for them to go, the two move forward to converse with the others.

Loftegen 2

Kappan wrote:On the top deck of the Penelope, grossly incandescent light pours on the great ship from the heavens. The shimmering glow almost seems to bathe the entire ship, and in a second disperses. In the midst of the blinding radiance, two additional passengers have appeared on the ship. A tall knight, clad in pure white armour and with a sword at his side, and a smaller, elderly man in great robes of identical colour stand near the mast of the ship. Saul smiles warmly to the group of sailors meeting his gaze, while Holtr somehow manages to stare daggers into the entire crowd simultaneously, from behind his hefty helmet. Indicating gently with his right hand for them to go, the two move forward to converse with the others.

Lady Zaharra turned as Saul and Holtr approached. They were undoubtedly as aware of her as she was of them. When their eyes met hers she greeted them.

"Your Holiness," she said, curtsying, a slightly mocking smile upon her lips.

Frankenstein walk on the top deck of the Penelope, his rule is stable, for now. Not all people is content with oligarchy, but they have to admit SSC successfully halt economic decline.
Frankenstein values the virtue of temperance, he is a non-smoker, he hold a punch made of fruit juices mixed with water, wandering on the top deck of the Penelope.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Bravenewworld wrote:Frankenstein walk on the top deck of the Penelope, his rule is stable, for now. Not all people is content with oligarchy, but they have to admit SSC successfully halt economic decline.
Frankenstein values the virtue of temperance, he is a non-smoker, he hold a punch made of fruit juices mixed with water, wandering on the top deck of the Penelope.

OOC: Is Mr. Frankenstein an undead assemblage of body parts, or is that just his name?

Loftegen 2 wrote:OOC: Is Mr. Frankenstein an undead assemblage of body parts, or is that just his name?

Just his name.

Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Bravenewworld wrote:Just his name.

OOC: Well, darn! :)

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:Aww. x) Were you able to get back to sleep later?

For a bit until it was time to make the donuts

Shangri-la valley wrote:Thanks for the advice friend, I'm in the process of healing myself, and he doesn't fit into a loving relationship with myself. If I go back with him I would just be causing myself more pain. <3

Well if you ever think about going back message me and I'll tell you to not do it haha

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Guiness Freaks wrote:For a bit until it was time to make the donuts

What kind of donuts?

Loftegen 2 wrote:What kind of donuts?

Peanut sticks and jelly filled strawberry. The twins requested them for breakfast and dear old dad is a softie haha

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

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