(OOC: This internal roleplay's purpose is to show what living in Ascalon is like, through the eyes of its rulers and its citizens.)
Prime Minister Adelina Mangano sat in the back seat of her government limo. She loved the leather seat, and the heavy tint on the windows. The car was an import from some french nation, but who really cares about the French? The purpose for her day was a very important one, unlike the French. She was going to see Archbishop Vincent Tattiglia to try and get approval for a new bill that would allow Muslim and Jewish immigrants to move into and through Ascalon. The bill would make the international community view Ascalon as a better nation, and a less close-minded one.
Meeting with Father Tattiglia was like meeting with a freakin' mafia boss, thought Ms. Mangano. He was the most powerful man in Ascalon, and for sure the richest. Back in the 1800's Ascalon was fiercly capitalist, and the Catholic Church took advantage of this, buying at first all the shares of almost every Alcohol company in Ascalon. They then moved on to lobbying the government making sure that there would be no competition. Then they took the oil, gambling, tourism, and a countless amount of other industries over. They ruled Ascalon, not the government. Hell Adelina was one of the only members of the government that wasn't a priest or a Bishop.
The limo came to a stop and the driver informed Ms. Mangano that they had arrived. Ashkalon Cathedral, was the headquarters of the church in Ascalon. The city was ancient, and was the capital of Ascalon. The driver came around and opened Ms. Mangano's door, she thanked him and stepped out of the car. The Cathedral was very grand, one of the most beautiful buildings in Ascalon for sure. She walked up the steps to the doors, were two ADA guards identified her and opened the doors for her. She walked in and headed for the stairs, the Archbishop's room was at the very top. And she would have to be strip searched and such before she could see him. Hopefully the guards wouldn't be as rough as last time...
Prime Minister Adelina Mangano sat in the back seat of her government limo. She loved the leather seat, and the heavy tint on the windows. The car was an import from some french nation, but who really cares about the French? The purpose for her day was a very important one, unlike the French. She was going to see Archbishop Vincent Tattiglia to try and get approval for a new bill that would allow Muslim and Jewish immigrants to move into and through Ascalon. The bill would make the international community view Ascalon as a better nation, and a less close-minded one.
Meeting with Father Tattiglia was like meeting with a freakin' mafia boss, thought Ms. Mangano. He was the most powerful man in Ascalon, and for sure the richest. Back in the 1800's Ascalon was fiercly capitalist, and the Catholic Church took advantage of this, buying at first all the shares of almost every Alcohol company in Ascalon. They then moved on to lobbying the government making sure that there would be no competition. Then they took the oil, gambling, tourism, and a countless amount of other industries over. They ruled Ascalon, not the government. Hell Adelina was one of the only members of the government that wasn't a priest or a Bishop.
The limo came to a stop and the driver informed Ms. Mangano that they had arrived. Ashkalon Cathedral, was the headquarters of the church in Ascalon. The city was ancient, and was the capital of Ascalon. The driver came around and opened Ms. Mangano's door, she thanked him and stepped out of the car. The Cathedral was very grand, one of the most beautiful buildings in Ascalon for sure. She walked up the steps to the doors, were two ADA guards identified her and opened the doors for her. She walked in and headed for the stairs, the Archbishop's room was at the very top. And she would have to be strip searched and such before she could see him. Hopefully the guards wouldn't be as rough as last time...