Braamfontein Conference Centre
Braamfontein, Batavian Capital Territory
Republic of Batavië
The conference centre was a newer glass building. It was in downtown Braamfontein, the wealthier township half an hour outside of Vlaanderen. The elevated position gave the conference centre exquisite views of downtown Vlaanderen and the endless sight of construction. Roads, rail, flat blocks.
The guests expected would be arriving from all over the world. Their flights would land at Vlaanderen International Airport, a forty minute drive. They would be picked up in glitzy coach buses newly acquired from an Eiffellander auto company. Their luggage would be brought to the Hotel Occidental in downtown Braamfontein, well away from the downtown Vlaanderen neighbourhoods of unemployed and poorer working class people. They would have every amenity at their hands. The conference centre itself was a steel and glass structure. Lots of natural light was splashed across the marble floor of the large ground level hall. The fourth floor had a number of conference rooms. The largest one had been booked for this occasion with a grand view of Vlaanderen and high seating capacity around an ovular table.
The chairs were in place, the water pitchers set down with the notepads nearby. The microphones were undergoing their final checks and last but not least the freshly printed agendas were placed down. The smartly dressed attendants, all fluent in at least two world languages, prepared to greet the arriving diplomats in the grand hall and show them to the conference room. Those who wished to freshen up after long flights were directed to the refreshing rooms. Equipped with sinks, a daybed, a desk, phone and sound reducing padding. Just enough to recharge for a half hour or so before the meetings started.
Foreign Minister Arjan van Vliet was chatting with some of the arriving delegations and took his seat as the start time approached. He waited for the delegates to settle down before he opened the conference.
'Welcome to Braamfontein and welcome to Batavië. As you all know, this is the Vlaanderen Conference on Nuclear Security. We felt it necessary to call this emergency conference due to certain events in the nuclear industry and community. We felt that, for now at least, this should be done in a framework more flexible than the Council of Nations. Now, the agenda is quite simple, we will first discuss the new nuclear weapons programme announced in Freiheit and what, if any, steps or actions we as an internationally concerned community should or can take. We will then move on to more general items, such as the establishment of a neutral nuclear energy inspections watchdog. I wish to open the floor to anyone wants to speak.'
OOC: Freiheit, for now the meeting is closed to your government, but that may change depending on how the meeting progresses.
Braamfontein, Batavian Capital Territory
Republic of Batavië
The conference centre was a newer glass building. It was in downtown Braamfontein, the wealthier township half an hour outside of Vlaanderen. The elevated position gave the conference centre exquisite views of downtown Vlaanderen and the endless sight of construction. Roads, rail, flat blocks.
The guests expected would be arriving from all over the world. Their flights would land at Vlaanderen International Airport, a forty minute drive. They would be picked up in glitzy coach buses newly acquired from an Eiffellander auto company. Their luggage would be brought to the Hotel Occidental in downtown Braamfontein, well away from the downtown Vlaanderen neighbourhoods of unemployed and poorer working class people. They would have every amenity at their hands. The conference centre itself was a steel and glass structure. Lots of natural light was splashed across the marble floor of the large ground level hall. The fourth floor had a number of conference rooms. The largest one had been booked for this occasion with a grand view of Vlaanderen and high seating capacity around an ovular table.
The chairs were in place, the water pitchers set down with the notepads nearby. The microphones were undergoing their final checks and last but not least the freshly printed agendas were placed down. The smartly dressed attendants, all fluent in at least two world languages, prepared to greet the arriving diplomats in the grand hall and show them to the conference room. Those who wished to freshen up after long flights were directed to the refreshing rooms. Equipped with sinks, a daybed, a desk, phone and sound reducing padding. Just enough to recharge for a half hour or so before the meetings started.
Foreign Minister Arjan van Vliet was chatting with some of the arriving delegations and took his seat as the start time approached. He waited for the delegates to settle down before he opened the conference.
'Welcome to Braamfontein and welcome to Batavië. As you all know, this is the Vlaanderen Conference on Nuclear Security. We felt it necessary to call this emergency conference due to certain events in the nuclear industry and community. We felt that, for now at least, this should be done in a framework more flexible than the Council of Nations. Now, the agenda is quite simple, we will first discuss the new nuclear weapons programme announced in Freiheit and what, if any, steps or actions we as an internationally concerned community should or can take. We will then move on to more general items, such as the establishment of a neutral nuclear energy inspections watchdog. I wish to open the floor to anyone wants to speak.'
OOC: Freiheit, for now the meeting is closed to your government, but that may change depending on how the meeting progresses.