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| Posted by: Krytenia Nov 17 2005, 10:13 AM |
| [OOC: I'm assuming you're all off the boat, or have been on there for several weeks if you're still on it.] Dominique Domasca, newly installed Krytenian President, sat in her chair, confused. "Paul, I can't work out this damn thing!" "Who are you trying to call, Dommi - er, ma'am?" Paul Gabri, Domasca's faithful PA/lapdog/"executive relief", had that look on his face that suggested it wasn't the first time she'd said this today. She answered. "I see." After much button pressing, and more than a little swearing, the pair of them had managed to set up the laptop to "video conference", and dialled up the combined membership of SAAS. "Good morning, gentlemen..." |
| Posted by: Xile Dec 3 2005, 03:21 AM |
| Adonis was startled from sleep by the crackling of the conference screen in his bedroom. He became even more startled when he realized he had passed out on his bed in a drunken stupor, completely naked. "AAAAHHH!" he screamed as he threw his silk bedsheets hurredly about his body. The Krytenian President flashed a smile and gave her morning salutation. Adonis took a few gulps of water from the glass at his bedside, and silently prayed that he had not been seen in his disheveled state. |
| Posted by: Krytenia Dec 3 2005, 11:58 AM |
| Dominique slipped into a mischievous smile, having spotted Adonis's rather compromised position. "I take it you were 'enjoying' that dream, Adonis?" |
| Posted by: Hypocria Dec 3 2005, 01:17 PM |
| “Elena? Elena!”. It was at times like these that Titus Drax, Autokrator of Hypocria, resorted to that tried and tested method of yelling to attract his subordinate‘s attention. “Excellency?”. Elena Cervantes, his chief of staff, entered the office deep within the Imperial Palace with the confidence that only the drop dead gorgeous female of the species can seem to manage successfully. “My desk is beeping. Why is my desk beeping?” “You have an incoming video link.” “Ok. And . . . um . . . could you perhaps remind me how . . . ?” “Certainly.” She rounded the desk and pushed down on a squared segment built into the top. The segment slowly rose up and outward to reveal a video screen. When it had reached an upright position the face of Krytenian President Dominique Domasca appeared. Titus pushed the screen back down into it’s original position. “Who is that woman exactly?” Elena sighed, what was the point of all those long intelligence reports exactly? “Dominique Domasca excellency, the newly elected President of Krytenia.” “Ah. Wait a minute, newly elected? That can‘t be right.” “Apparently it was the idea of the late Chairman Hessanthaler, that the next leader be democratically elected.” “The man was clearly unhinged. So she was elected? Any evidence of voting rigging?” “I don‘t think so.” “What about bribery? Any form of corruption at all?” “Not to my knowledge.” “Well that won’t do.” “There is one thing excellency. She has declared that the Presidency will be a lifetime appointment.” “Ah, now that is encouraging. Thank you Elena. I think I’ll take it from here.” Setting his face to charm mode he raised the video screen again. “President Domasca. To what do I owe this honour?” |
| Posted by: Starblaydia Dec 3 2005, 04:46 PM |
| Tiberius sat back in his incredibly-comfy leather chair and stared back down the webcam at the new Krytenian Predident. He took a sip from his glass of neat vodka and scribbled something on his notepad. Nice tits. "Good afternoon, Madame President." |
| Posted by: Krytenia Dec 5 2005, 01:23 PM |
| "Good morning everyone. I trust we're all well?" Dominique counted the faces. Only three, she thought. "Er, Tiberius, my face is up here..." |
| Posted by: Starblaydia Dec 5 2005, 03:11 PM |
| Tiberius' hand covered his image for a moment as he adjusted the camera position. He now looked directly into the camera. "Damn technology," he said, "what is on your mind?" |
| Posted by: Abattoir Dec 6 2005, 12:46 PM |
| "Sorry I'm late Madame, I had a hot button meeting at the golf club that just couldn't miss." Antoine said as he took off his golfing gloves. "So to what do I owe the honor?" |
| Posted by: Nojika Dec 6 2005, 01:17 PM |
| The Emperor sat, looking over the note he had recieved from Dominique Domasca, the newly elected president of Krytenia. Standing next to him was his loyal aid, Grand Vizier Sate Baskar -- "Shall we connect to the network? Xile, Starblaydia and Hypocria have already joined Domasca...." A light went off on the Emperor's datapad. It indicatted that another SAAS member had joined the network with Dominique Domasca. "...and now so has the office in Abattoir." The Emperor sighed as if surrendering to Baskar's request to 'see what she has to say' - "Yes, go ahead, connect." "As you wish, my Lord," ... The Emperor looked into the holograph projector and nodded as if to say 'hello'. "President Domasca..." |
| Posted by: Xile Dec 6 2005, 02:34 PM |
| Adonis adjusted the camera to face the wall in an attempt to slip inconspiculously out of bead and slip on some clothes. Unfortunately, of course unbeknownst to him, the camera was aiming directly at a mirror. He yelled back at the camera, still blissfully unaware of his predicament, "So, whats all this fuss about anyway?" |
| Posted by: Krytenia Dec 6 2005, 08:29 PM |
| "I'm going to cut straight to the point. As you're all probably well aware, there have been some changes in the way this nation is run. I'm looking for assurances that there won't be any...problems among yourselves with the new regime." Dominique stifled a giggle. "Oh, and Adonis, may I suggest you put ome clothes on before you answer?" |
| Posted by: Abattoir Dec 15 2005, 01:14 PM |
| "Adonis...have you been working out? What the hell am I saying, put some clothes on man for christ's sake!" Antoine crumbled up a piece of paper and aimed dully at the trash container on the adjacent wall. "Miss" he grimaced as it banked off the rim. He looked back at the screen and realized he hadn't answered the President's question. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't see how there should be any problems seeing that you have been elected 'President for life'. Seems that your government is still following the guidelines set by the Lavingrad Pact and I see no reason why the SAAS would be hindered in any way." He thought for another moment, "Cheers by the way! Congratulations on your election to office. Oh, and not to mention, you look ravishing today if I may say so without offense." |
| Posted by: Starblaydia Dec 15 2005, 03:10 PM |
| "Correct, Antoine," Tiberius said, bringing the camera-viewing window up from its minimized state, "gah," he said, minimizing it again, "put some clothes on, man." He searched around on his desk for something, then got his next words in before anyone else. "'Guided by the purposes and principles we all hold self-evident', it says. I think that getting yourself named President for life is just the sort of principle we're guided by. Good show, Dominique, keep it up." "No, not you, Adonis." |
| Posted by: Hypocria Dec 15 2005, 04:19 PM |
| Taking a yellow post-it from the pad on his desk Titus strategically placed the square of paper over the less then flattering image of the Xilean President. With one Presidential figure safely out of eyesight he could turn his full attention back to the Krytenian leader. Now there was a figure worth looking at. Offhand Titus could think of two very good reasons not to question Krytenia’s position in the SAAS. Perhaps he made too many decisions based on cleavage. Yes his new secretary keeps mistaking the shredder for the fax machine but she does have fabulous breasts. Besides, who was going to argue with him? Anywho . . . “I agree with my esteemed colleague from Abattoir, Madame President. On both counts.” |