A Party in the Clouds: Celebration at the Palace of Lights

[Luis1p]

Well thank you madame High Chancelor. Then I will instruct my foreign ministry to still inform you of plans the Dual-republic might have in Dovani.

Perfect, great. I am very happy to hear that. Yes, if you would relay to him this number *give the Chancellor a note* to contact the Foreign Minister and tell him that of course investment or loans will be guaranteed by the government of the dual-republic. We would be happy if our business might get financing from them. Thank you very much High Chancellor, I hope for very fruitful partnerships. If there is anything you need from us, feel always free to turn to Bannerhafen. *nods*

High Chancellor Rochelle Larosiere, speaking to Peter Thaller.

I thank you mister Thaller. And I hope to do much business with you and the Dual-Republic very soon.

[hyraemous]

Also standing in silence for a second or two, before adding:

Or you will have proven that your money runs you out of the house that Lourenne now controls.

Hulanevek would chuckle after that statement.

Sikreet's left eye twitched with momentary rage at that chuckle.

He stepped forward, grabbed the Hulanevek by the neck with force, and after 1.5 seconds of a murderous stare, he kissed him.

His mind still racing on that note; and calamity, catastrophe.

He knew, after all.

Of the endgame.

Hulanevek would be surprised. His eyebrows were as high as they could be, yet he couldn't react because he was choked. He said nothing. A silence filled the air.

[GreekIdiot]

Hulanevek would be surprised. His eyebrows were as high as they could be, yet he couldn't react because he was choked. He said nothing. A silence filled the air.

The bedroom, half cloaked in darkness, witnessed the trickling of fiery and passive-aggressive moments; in Sikreet's mind, it felt as the passing of 2 arduous centuries of a love-and-hate by-gone era, with the vices of necessity screwing both sides on the mantle of choice and its inevitable fallacies.

[hyraemous]

Hulanevek would be surprised. His eyebrows were as high as they could be, yet he couldn't react because he was choked. He said nothing. A silence filled the air.

The bedroom, half cloaked in darkness, witnessed the trickling of fiery and passive-aggressive moments; in Sikreet's mind, it felt as the passing of 2 arduous centuries of a love-and-hate by-gone era, with the vices of necessity screwing both sides on the mantle of choice and its inevitable fallacies.

After what felt like a silent forever, though probably a minute or two, he sighed and stated.

We are men in crisis. The only way out is if we cooperate.

[GreekIdiot]

After what felt like a silent forever, though probably a minute or two, he sighed and stated.

We are men in crisis. The only way out is if we cooperate.

He backed away and stood upright.

We are men of necessity, Mr. Hulanevek.

He readied to take his leave.

Can you kill the heat if we do?

[hyraemous]

After what felt like a silent forever, though probably a minute or two, he sighed and stated.

We are men in crisis. The only way out is if we cooperate.

He backed away and stood upright.

We are men of necessity, Mr. Hulanevek.

He readied to take his leave.

Can you kill the heat if we do?

Hulanevek stood up and straightened himself out.

Let the oven heat. I control nothing.

He stumbled out onto the hallway to a bathroom to drown (figuratively) himself in the bath's hot, clean water. After cleaning himself up for what feels like an hour but was probably 30 minutes he goes back to the dinner table to finally eat what Lourenne can give from their kitchen.

[GreekIdiot]

Hulanevek stood up and straightened himself out.

Let the oven heat. I control nothing.

He stumbled out onto the hallway to a bathroom to drown (figuratively) himself in the bath's hot, clean water. After cleaning himself up for what feels like an hour but was probably 30 minutes he goes back to the dinner table to finally eat what Lourenne can give from their kitchen.

"And burn it shall", he had almost said. Sikreet went back to the bar - Peter Thaller (N&D) was mingling. He ordered the 11th Boulevardier.

His mind was now on the Meleh; and the note.

[Robert F. Kennedy]

Why are we in your room, Your Highness? Oh, is it a game of cards that I am seeing there?

She take the cards game from the table

Annoys you if we play?

Why of course not your highness, by all means, go ahead.

What about a simple battle, Your Highness?

[Luis1p]

What about a simple battle, Your Highness?

Absolutely, your highness. By all means, do take lead.

[Svetlana2]

Soheila, looking at the ruined carpet in one of the rooms

"Nah fuck it, I would rather get my periods every fucking day with extreme cramps rather than touching this thing..."She said dropping the cleaning essentials dhe brought with her before pulling out some whiskey she stole from Michelle earlier,"Not gonna lie, they all need to seek serious professional help because what in the actual hell did they do to mess up a fucking carpet. I'm so fucking close to adding this as my 13th reason, you know what I'm not even gonna attempt to clean this wanna be sperm bank so much for aircraft carriers and hummus munchers"She left the room before pulling out her phone to call Michelle again,"Soheila what the fuck are you calling me for? I'm busy serving one of the guests"He answered the phone while mixing a cocktail,"If it's one of the guys who banged in a room, can you tell them from my part that they can shove their wanna be ICBM nuclear missile up their loose ass you fucking sissy piece of cumdum-"Michelle then abruptly hang up on her, she gasped out of suprise before adding,"Oh he's gonna pay for this!"she then walked down straight to the bar