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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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?
OOC: Well, darn! :)
Well if you ever think about going back message me and I'll tell you to not do it haha