Regional Summit

[Ontolia]

The tarmac was lined with Marching bands. Everything from the Rosmary preschool choristers to the Ontlian Army Pipers. They couldn't have been kept back.

Charles Peterson adjusted his glasses on his impecibly straight nose. He stood at the front of the Ontolian Diplomatic corps. He was in his mid forties, born soon after the revolution. This was his day. 21 years in the service and now Europe was finally coming to Ontolia.

Each Delegation would be greeted by their own national Anthemn followed by the Ontolian one. Peterson remembered the discussion of the order the anthemns would be played in. Grown men could turn to bickering children quickly over such a silly issue. Hopefully with som much more at stake the actual summit talks would be more productive.

A murmer ran through the crowd. It quickly became a shout. The first plane was just visible in the distant wild blue yonder.

 

[Nevada]

The American Vice-President, Carl Isaacs, was sent to the Regional Summit held by Ontolia. While he didn't know what would be the discussed subject, the invitation being rather slim, it was decided that America would send a representative as not to offend their southern neighbour.

 

[Ontolia]

After the fanfare had ended and dozens of pictures had been taken of Peterson shaking the Vice-Presidents hand. Isaacs and his entourage where whisked away by the preformed motorcade on the other side of the terminal.

Ontolia City was home to over 6 million residents. At the down town core buildings streched skywards, most of them were offices or banks. the lower levels were populated with shopping centers and billboards advertizing everything from Kavendish Industries latest spring line up to vacations to exotic capitals like Westminster.

The motorcade parked infront of the senate building at the west end of the town square. Isaacs was once again greeted by a media barrage as he met with a number of Members-at-Large who had felt the urge to meet the man from America.

They would make small talk until other delegates arrived and discussions could begin.

 

[Ontolia]

OOC: Since I don't think anyone else got the invite let's make this into bi-lateral talks, I'll set the ball rolling sometime within the next 48 hours.

 

[Aquitania]

The Beaufort Be.2037 was directed toward the reception area. Though everyone knows that the plane the ground crew is directing is carrying a diplomat invited to the summit, it isn't until the gleeming white plane turns broadside to the crowd and the red Templar Cross emblazoned on the tail comes into view that everyone realized that the representative of His Catholic Highness, Jean III, Grand Duke of Aquitania, had arrived.

With the stairs moved into place, the door opens and Henri Mercier, Knight of the Order of the Templars and Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, steps out of the plane and, followed by his aides, descends to the tarmac where he is greeted by the representative of the government of Ontolia.