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Post by South Malaysia on Feb 7, 2006 21:33:25 GMT -5
OOC: Demo RP
The Federation of South Malaysia The Federation of South Malaysia would like to invite all the national leaders of Hyrule to come to our capitol, Federated City, and we can discuss anything that any nation wants to discuss with our technology advanced nation. We can pick you up in one of our ships, or you can fly to West Port then take the ride from West Port to Federated City. Please contact us ASAP and we can give out a date/time/place. Signed, High Chancellor Rustin Hanson
OOC: Please see "OOC Discussion: IG - Demo RP" Before you post @ all!!! This is to help every Hyrule RPer get better and i'm gonna tell you why this is being done. I'm not going to lie to everyone here so... Role Play around here is so scary that it gives me bad dreams! It's just outright horrible. Period. This is what i'm going to do: Point out mistakes, explain why it's a mistake, direct you in the right direction, and i may even have to yell, but it's all for a good cause to make RP funer when it's better. When you RP and it's good it will be a fun experience and i know since i RP in TEP. |
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Post by tasmanyaya on Feb 10, 2006 14:04:12 GMT -5
Working his way through the morning's paperwork, Russell Klein was interrupted by the knock on his door.
"Your timing is perfect, Peter. I needed a break. Between requisitions and lobbyists, I don't think I'm seeing straight," he chuckled as his aide approached his desk.
"Mr. President, this telegram just arrived from South Malaysia. And as for needing a break, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if we didn't keep you occupied."
Klein reached for the telegram. Maybe have the chance to spend a little more time with my family. "Let's see what we've got here." Klein read the telegram through quickly once, and then more slowly the second time.
"Peter, here's the reply I'd like sent":
To: High Chancellor Rustin Hanson
From: Russell Klein, President of Tasmanyaya
My wife and I would be honoured to accept your invitation. We will be flown into West Port, and will await further information from you regarding dates, times, etc.
"No problem, sir. It will be sent immediately."
As his aide left the office, Klein chuckled. I don't know whether or not they were expecting a husband and wife team, but we'll see how they respond.
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Post by Halasim on Mar 13, 2006 20:31:28 GMT -5
After unpacking his whatsits and randomosities from the cardboard box it was held in, Malgunas Yonge, Councillor Chair of Halasim, relaxes in his new office.
He had, after all, managed to finally push through the resolution to relocate his fair nation from Japan, now ravaged by infighting and invasion, to Hyrule. Sure, it involved a concession or two to the Beedi Party, but now that Council was on its annual Spring Equinox break, Yonge had a chance to relax and gain his bearings in the new region.
The telegram from South Malaysia quickly came to mind. While Bloor and his compatriots are resting comfortably on their laurels, I can do that AND stir up some political goodwill! Even the futzin' Sirt Party would like some economic ties.
Quickly striding to his nearby computer terminal, Yonge sends emails to his wife (a teacher at Halasim Laureate University) and to his children (moved out of the house while it's being relocated), asking their thoughts. They all quickly agreed in unison to head out. Quickly plotting his route (leave from Nylo-Begoro on the Rainbow Rail, arrive at the airport in Denkeny, and then fly to West Port).
Before leaving, Yonge turned to his trusted confidante and advisor, Gavriel Spadina. "Please ensure that this telegram reaches South Malaysia by the fastest means possible. I don't want to arrive unannounced." "Leave? We just GOT here, for bootin' up cold!" exclaimed an exasperated Spadina. Before Gavriel could add another word, Yonge had already locked his office and was running as fast as his cramped dress shoes would let him.
Spadina sighed, and had a glance at the telegram.
To: High Chancellor Rustin Hanson
From: Councillor Chair Malgunas Yonge
I would be delighted to accept your invitation. I'll be taking my personal jet from Denkeny Airport to West Port before the day is out, and will try to rendezvous with other delegates. Our Council is currently out on break, so there should be no other matters keeping me from your hospitality and discussions.
Hail Halasim!
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Post by freesemites on Mar 16, 2006 15:15:36 GMT -5
The telegram arrived just as Hannah Jampolski (the foreign minister) was leaving to go vote in Rebecca's car (Rebecca Bellis was the President, who had just returned from the same errand).
In the car park, she discussed it with her boss. "I think you should do whatever you want, but I can't go just yet. Crime is on the rise, and there's been another spate of tiger-killing." Rebecca said.
"Can I go? It's more informal, and less potentially damaging, but if it goes well you could fly out and join me. We haven't enough work for me as it is, though I could use a break. My daughter's embroiled in Textiles exams."
"Sure!"
The reply, saying all the usual diplomatic things but essentially "Sure! I'd love to! Signed, the Foreign Minster" was duly sent, and the pickup awaited.
OOC: If we're good, will you tell us or should we take silence for approval?
First & last names OK by me!
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Post by Nisomia on Mar 17, 2006 2:50:45 GMT -5
OOC: Good post, although we kinda tend to go on a first and last name basis.
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Post by kandarin on Apr 9, 2006 11:55:02 GMT -5
Mahmoud al-Dahl, Governor-General of the Kandarin holding of Mohammastan, extinguished his cigar and looked at the telegram, then out at the sweltering Mohammastani sunlight. It was midday over the plains, and he could see mirages floating on the hills above Malalabad. What did the Kandarinese see in this place? He'd never thought it, but he knew his colleauges sometimes did.
Bunch of crazy underground elves, that's what they are. He looked at it again. At least they can give us this.
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Post by sirrusanewtonvales on May 19, 2006 8:46:35 GMT -5
"Telegram? What telegram?" Donald Jah'aahn, Governor-General for the Commonwealth asked as he brushed his gret hair aside, "I got no telegram."
"But it was put there this morning sir!" his secretary protested.
"Well, it's not there. The only thing in here this morning was my pet...parrot..."
The Governor stopped talking and slowly turned around to face his pet parrot who seemed to have shreds of paper in his beak and claws.
"Oh...crap..." he mouthed...
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