Furlanìe
Establishing Nation
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Tergest, Dogli Palace
ETC headquarters
"please come in" said a woman after hearing someone knocking on the door, as she ordered a group of papers and put them inside a folder, the man entered the office, walking carefully between the boxes full of papers left on the floor.
"I'm really sorry... you are... oh yes, Martìn! Martinùt what do you bring me today?" she smiled while fixing an unruly cowlick
"just another envelope from the post office" the guy proceeded to hand her the envelope
"good, we don't have enough already! let's hope it's nothing too import-" she stopped, read the sender, and quickly opened it up to read the content, the several pages deep collection of papers was from the president of the WZC.
The deep silence left only the sounds of the office to be heard for what seemed like a very long time to both of them "is it alright Siore Caroline? so... I was thinking maybe I could offer you a coffee this evening if you are fr-"
"Miarde, what the hell do I do with this, Martìn? why did you bring it here? couldn't you just lose it by accident?" she screamed, leaving the office with incredible speed and agility, envelope in hands.
"I... I guess I'll come back l-later..." said Martìn with a broken voice as Caroline was leaving.
"that asshole" she thought to herself as she run up a round of stairs to the head secretary "it was almost break time, why does he have to be so punctual every time"
Piêr-Borgòn Ninul Pascâl was an old and sad man, he was the head of the ETC secretariat, a cool title, with little to no power and a modest salary, his previous job in the Friulian public administration ended due to some high level powerplay, the Government? maybe the Crown? needed a super loyal administrative employee to let some shady papers pass by unnoticed, due to his frequent issues with the higher management he was deemed unsuitable and was sacked, although he tried to denounce the events, he was ignored and convinced to fly low for a period of time.
After a long period of silence the Government rewarded him, giving him a job where being a little 'independent' could actually be useful, he wasn't very enthusiastic about taking a job that sounded so useless to him, but the rent was starting to consume his savings, and being somewhat recognised and contacted directly by the Foreign Ministry of the Grand Duchy gave him a little hope, and a little pride.
Ninul was reading through a column of papers, signing and fixing everything with his green pen, with few pauses to sip his glass of Gnagne Sese blueberry grappa, the recent peak in new requests for both full and observer membership had given a lot of work to the secretariat and to him in particular.
"come back later I'm busy" he said as Caroline knocked on his door
"I can't, this has priority"
"nothing has priority, nothing matters, leave it on the desk for a minute or two and you'll see the papers don't move and don't bite you"
the door opened "it's from the WZC again"
"oh fuck, like we don't have enough to do already, there should be a communist party for white collars, always throwing their shit at us"
"I'm not sure what to do, I already informed them the access is granted only by nations, and now..." she moved near the desk pulling out papers from her envelope "look at this, they say they are a nation, would you believe?"
"maybe we should just send them the rules paragraph again and leave them" Ninul pulled back on his chair, avoiding to read the papers
"that would be the third time Siôr Pascâl, we can't, we need to find and send an official response explaining they cannot join" she sat on a chair in front of Ninul
"and I know exactly who will sign that... oh no actually, I don't really, because those fuckers from Grau decided we don't have an official leader, I have no authority, I'm here just to waste my life and give money to the pen industry" he took a deep breath and a sip of grappa "let's... isn't the Natalian woman an arbiter for the EifRet-BT dispute? what's her nam-"
"Margaret Stone"
"that one! now, I have more telephones than bricks on the wall in this building, but do we also happen to have her number?"
"we're still setting up, but.. I know her secretary, Jabulani-something"
"how do you know him?"
"well we where just having a chat yesterday and-"
"ok, ok, just call him, immediately, and get Stone here, NOW"
@Natal @Touzen @Pohjanmaa
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