The Grand Conference of European Unity Against Terror
Grand Colonial Hall in Vesper, the Capital of the Covenant
Monday on the Sixteenth of July, Twenty and Twelve
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Grand Colonial Hall in Vesper, the Capital of the Covenant
Monday on the Sixteenth of July, Twenty and Twelve
Throngs of interns and national scouters filled the Grand Colonial Hall with their hurried hands and hushed voices, unveiling the wide flags of some ten to twenty nations in the typical positions of the islands and provinces of the friendly confines. The Girls of the national scouting huddled together at the center of the hall, where dancing was known to occur on holidays and cultural events, the most recent being a host of the President of Wasatch for Vesper's Culture Fair for the 'Peoples & Patriots of Wasatch'. With heads lowered and eyes wide shut, the young women devoted their prayers to the Lord Father, lending to his mormon portrayal, as a protector of all righteous people of these friendly confines.
Every security entity of the Covenant was represented in the total lockdown of the ornate historical building in downtown Vesper, ranging from the Grand Force of the Covenant itself, dressed in charcoal grey and crimson berets, to the National Police and Prohibition Investigation & Enforcement Bureau, wearing white uniforms to represent their purity as arbiters of justice. The Covenant was quite convinced that a molestation of their safety was imminent, as both an Engellexic and Monarchist people - the words of Boliatur's Chairman, Magleus Nodovinya, seemed to haunt every patriotic citizen: 'The legs of people like Queen Alice shall be dangling in the wind as the citizens of their respective countries dangle in the night.'
Alice was naturally absent from the proceedings, being the royal half which constituted the Covenant, she could almost never be in the same building, city, and in this case country as the Lady Chancellor, Veronica North. Her Highness the Queen of Cantignia and Duchess of Hammersmith was entirely disposed with another matter of statecraft and pleasantry, visiting her aunt the Queen-Empress of Great Engellex, and grooming her new security detail to protect her on an extended summer holiday in Montelimar. The Lady Chancellor was ever present, however, leading the scouting girls choir in their holy prayer: "Lord Father our Armour of Light, thank you oh so dearly for making your presence known with us here today," Madame North began, peeking up for a moment to assure that none of their international guests had yet arrived, "We ask your affirmation of the eternal blessing bestowed upon our proud and patriotic people, humble inhabitants of these friendly confines, a heaven on Europe that we owe to you Heavenly Father," she continued, feeling a tightened squeeze on her hand from the young girl scout to her right. "In the name of Jesus Christ our advocate to you oh Father, we hope and pray that our voices bring the world closer to your image today . . Amen!" Veronica North exclaimed, giving each the girls on her left and right an assuring squeeze, then clasping her hands together with a warm, motherly smile.
Foreign dignitaries were filed in alphabetically by the name of their respetive capitols, placing the likes of Harriet Fauconberg, the Chief Foreign Officer of Cantignia, well near the end of those presented by the booming voice of the Grand Hall's Master of Honour and Recognition. Ministers and Officers were likewise seated in this queer order of the alphabet, separating Dulwich and Vesper by some distance than was to be expected, in a perfect circle of erected desertwood gidget desks, collected from Concordia in the proximity of First Haven. Chancellor North met the Ministers of Danmark and the Eastern States personally, then proceeded to the Secretary invested by Great Engellex with a clearly displayed curtsy to show her reverance for the institutions of the Imperial Establishment.
Tables within the Grand Hall were arranged in such a way that left wide gaps to walk between, which Madame North did with some expediency once the present parties were seated. A microphone stand was placed at the center, though Chancellor North immediately took the microphone into her own hands, so she might turn about the circle freely. Earpieces and a central linguist network were fed in to every desk to accommodate those visitors who either did not speak English, or perhaps found Madame North's distinctly Cannie accent impossible to traverse with a foreign ear.
"Never before has this country held such an essential duty to the world as has been entrusted upon us today: with a sober mind, receptive ears, steady voice, and an iron resolve we have called you to our nation's capital with a noble purpose," the Lady Chancellor orated, sending her eyes on a journey about the Grand Hall to engage each foreign man and woman with an intimate and purposeful gaze. "We have seen it in the headlines, and we have heard it in the streets, ladies and gentlemen, terror has struck Europe in twilight of World War. Europe is now at the mercy of either those who would lurk under the guise of a thousand falsities, or those who might stand with us here today and fight with a unified cause for the virtuous ideal of the True Peace."
Harriet Fauconberg penciled into her notepad cautiously from her desk along the circles edge, farther from the primary door than most, but well within range of a refreshment table. The Chief Foreign Officer ordered a seltzer water inbetween the Chancellor's opening speech, steering her own eyes clear of the wine and spirits table provided for those nations who would never commit to Cantignia's path of temperance. Prohibition, admittedly, headlined the tabloids of the Covenant above terror with an irking frequency. An arms dealer is only a step above a drug dealer is only a step above a dealer of illegal spirits, thought Mrs. Fauconberg, the wife of a mid-level constable within Vesper's Capital Police Department.
"Vesper opens its Grand Colonial Hall to those nations of Europe who would participate within this unified dialogue to discuss our aims and intents regarding the Radical Republic of Boliatur ; please maintain your manners and respect for one another as ladies and gentlemen of high esteem, and allow me to diverge your attention for just a moment to the 'Young Ladies Choir of Cantignia's National Scouting Movement', who will perform a short piece appropriately entitled 'A Hymnal to Peace', composed by a pioneer of the Cantigian frontier in the year eighteen and sixty-three."
The choir was quick about their performance, taking only one curtsy at the beginning and cessation of their hymnal. Madame North and Mrs. Fauconberg led a soft applause for no longer than a few seconds, then indicated that the centre floor was open for any delegate who was prepared to make themselves heard before the nations of Europe.
Every security entity of the Covenant was represented in the total lockdown of the ornate historical building in downtown Vesper, ranging from the Grand Force of the Covenant itself, dressed in charcoal grey and crimson berets, to the National Police and Prohibition Investigation & Enforcement Bureau, wearing white uniforms to represent their purity as arbiters of justice. The Covenant was quite convinced that a molestation of their safety was imminent, as both an Engellexic and Monarchist people - the words of Boliatur's Chairman, Magleus Nodovinya, seemed to haunt every patriotic citizen: 'The legs of people like Queen Alice shall be dangling in the wind as the citizens of their respective countries dangle in the night.'
Alice was naturally absent from the proceedings, being the royal half which constituted the Covenant, she could almost never be in the same building, city, and in this case country as the Lady Chancellor, Veronica North. Her Highness the Queen of Cantignia and Duchess of Hammersmith was entirely disposed with another matter of statecraft and pleasantry, visiting her aunt the Queen-Empress of Great Engellex, and grooming her new security detail to protect her on an extended summer holiday in Montelimar. The Lady Chancellor was ever present, however, leading the scouting girls choir in their holy prayer: "Lord Father our Armour of Light, thank you oh so dearly for making your presence known with us here today," Madame North began, peeking up for a moment to assure that none of their international guests had yet arrived, "We ask your affirmation of the eternal blessing bestowed upon our proud and patriotic people, humble inhabitants of these friendly confines, a heaven on Europe that we owe to you Heavenly Father," she continued, feeling a tightened squeeze on her hand from the young girl scout to her right. "In the name of Jesus Christ our advocate to you oh Father, we hope and pray that our voices bring the world closer to your image today . . Amen!" Veronica North exclaimed, giving each the girls on her left and right an assuring squeeze, then clasping her hands together with a warm, motherly smile.
Foreign dignitaries were filed in alphabetically by the name of their respetive capitols, placing the likes of Harriet Fauconberg, the Chief Foreign Officer of Cantignia, well near the end of those presented by the booming voice of the Grand Hall's Master of Honour and Recognition. Ministers and Officers were likewise seated in this queer order of the alphabet, separating Dulwich and Vesper by some distance than was to be expected, in a perfect circle of erected desertwood gidget desks, collected from Concordia in the proximity of First Haven. Chancellor North met the Ministers of Danmark and the Eastern States personally, then proceeded to the Secretary invested by Great Engellex with a clearly displayed curtsy to show her reverance for the institutions of the Imperial Establishment.
Tables within the Grand Hall were arranged in such a way that left wide gaps to walk between, which Madame North did with some expediency once the present parties were seated. A microphone stand was placed at the center, though Chancellor North immediately took the microphone into her own hands, so she might turn about the circle freely. Earpieces and a central linguist network were fed in to every desk to accommodate those visitors who either did not speak English, or perhaps found Madame North's distinctly Cannie accent impossible to traverse with a foreign ear.
"Never before has this country held such an essential duty to the world as has been entrusted upon us today: with a sober mind, receptive ears, steady voice, and an iron resolve we have called you to our nation's capital with a noble purpose," the Lady Chancellor orated, sending her eyes on a journey about the Grand Hall to engage each foreign man and woman with an intimate and purposeful gaze. "We have seen it in the headlines, and we have heard it in the streets, ladies and gentlemen, terror has struck Europe in twilight of World War. Europe is now at the mercy of either those who would lurk under the guise of a thousand falsities, or those who might stand with us here today and fight with a unified cause for the virtuous ideal of the True Peace."
Harriet Fauconberg penciled into her notepad cautiously from her desk along the circles edge, farther from the primary door than most, but well within range of a refreshment table. The Chief Foreign Officer ordered a seltzer water inbetween the Chancellor's opening speech, steering her own eyes clear of the wine and spirits table provided for those nations who would never commit to Cantignia's path of temperance. Prohibition, admittedly, headlined the tabloids of the Covenant above terror with an irking frequency. An arms dealer is only a step above a drug dealer is only a step above a dealer of illegal spirits, thought Mrs. Fauconberg, the wife of a mid-level constable within Vesper's Capital Police Department.
"Vesper opens its Grand Colonial Hall to those nations of Europe who would participate within this unified dialogue to discuss our aims and intents regarding the Radical Republic of Boliatur ; please maintain your manners and respect for one another as ladies and gentlemen of high esteem, and allow me to diverge your attention for just a moment to the 'Young Ladies Choir of Cantignia's National Scouting Movement', who will perform a short piece appropriately entitled 'A Hymnal to Peace', composed by a pioneer of the Cantigian frontier in the year eighteen and sixty-three."
The choir was quick about their performance, taking only one curtsy at the beginning and cessation of their hymnal. Madame North and Mrs. Fauconberg led a soft applause for no longer than a few seconds, then indicated that the centre floor was open for any delegate who was prepared to make themselves heard before the nations of Europe.