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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => General Roleplay => Topic started by: Pachamama on November 06, 2007, 05:26:30 PM
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This is the thread for the IPO observers in Xyrael.
„One observer per district?“ ex-Inspector Chipahua was walking accross his office.
„This will be hard work with all the reports coming in.“
He looked at the map on the table in his office.
„Well we had no time to train out people so we will have to make do.
The most important thing is to watch out for what they may try and hide from us.“
Carlos Vargos the coordinator from Delfos said „I'm very interested in Istanbul district, and I'm OK going to Tekirdag.“
„You can have Istanbul then. But for Tekirdag the Chairman has asked that we deploy two observers. It should be a balanced group so that neither Xyrael nor anyone else can say our men were biased.“ Chipahua said.
„If it is alright with you I will take the area together with Fenixian observer“
He scribbled something down on a piece of paper.
„So this is the list. If anybody want's to change fine. But make it quick we are short on time.“
He handed the paper to the others.
Tekirdag Myria Sera (Fenexia)/ Mister Jhon Chipahua (Terrangar)
Istanbul Carlos Vargos (ND)
Edirne Eucratides XXI (CF)
Kirklare Antoine de Bruni D'Entrecasteaux (Varkour)
I say everyone takes a group of 3 to 4 specialists with them.
We need to look into the matter of possible shootings and have to question people about cases of missing persons and the situation in general. We have to hear both sides. I will ask the Chairman to inform Xyrael about our deployment."
If everything is clear then lets go to work."
Sorry it's a bit rushed. Couldn't access and have to leave already. Be back in 12 hours.
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I say everyone takes a group of 3 to 4 specialists with them.
ooc: very good, as you understood, these are only the more important roles, IPO should have 200 observers or something like that, but those 6 are the most important for the role-play.
Carlos: "Great! I suggest we have separated flights, we shouldn't let Xyraeli or Gelibolu authorities to know where we wander."
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Feniexia wishes that the security of all IPO observers working on this project is ensured via authorization to carry light arms.
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"Hmm... Yes, I agree with Mr. <ooc>or is it Mrs.?</ooc> Sera. Also, what kind of 'specialists' are going to be with us?" Asked Eucratides.
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ooc: If this is a remark to the Administration, I'm going to answer. If not, carry whatever you like, but at least hear the official position:
ic: The current Administration grants no security to their observers in material ways. All logistics are supported by the organization, if you need anything, just ask. The possession of weaponry should be allowed or not by the national law of the country you are visiting, but you shouldn't carry a weapon to a place where you wish there is peace.
Protocol S1 - The administration hereby prohibits the possession of weaponry by any assigned committee of the International Peace Organization - Diplomacy Bureau, and a private security team shall be granted to the diplomat only if the visited nation does not support any security to the committee.
ooc: I'm sorry, I (as We) cannot let our peace diplomats to carry a weapon, but we do grant a security team. You can take your piece if you want, but it's not supported by IPO, and if you are caught with it, we had nothing to do with your insolence. As said somewhere in the Diplomacy Bureau, those are international admissions, so laws of Fenexia won't be applied to those persons, as the right to carry a weapon for example, when they are representing our organization. When they are not, or when they are in their time off, meaning they are Fenexian citizens, it's their own business, you can even carry a MG21 in the streets, what would i care.
Specialists? whatever you want, you're like the leader of a...small group, like 3 to 6 people, as observers. In natural times only one team would have been deployed, but with our need for answers we need 1 team per district. There's millions of people per district, so you won't be noticed.
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Chipahua sat around the table with the other heads of the observer mission.
“So let's get over this again so everybody knows what is going on here.
We are not a group of spy's and we do not interfere over there.
What we do is talk to the population and try to find out what is really going on and how far the claims of both parties involved hold up.
The Xyrael government has given us permission to access those areas and do our job.
So we will fly to a central point and from there we will dispatch to our areas of operation. Our personal will travel in civilian cars with IPO markings.
I say that we should hand out Helmets and protection vests. But only in areas were there is a chance of actual fighting.
We will not inform the Xyrael government were we are exactly going and what we are going to do there but we will let them know the general area were we are in. Remember this is there country and the fact that they allow us to send observers should be understood as a sign of good will.”
He waited for the assembled persons to react than continued.
“I have been asked about those specialists. As we did not have much time I ask you to send in members of your police forces. Detectives and forensics experts. We will need them to question the population.
Focus on what both parts of the population think about the situation and about each other. Listen to them if they report missing persons or persons that suddenly disappeared without reason.
Keep an eye on your surroundings. Police action and military movement.
If you ask persons for statements write down their name but explain that the statement will be assigned a number so no one can backtrack it.
We WILL get a lot of dramatization and lies and fantasies. It is the job of our specialists to sieve trough all that and find the truth.”
“Also have them keep an eye out for signs of mass graves or sites of prison camps. We will also ask the Xyraelis to show us some of their prisons .
Decide at random what complex to pick. They should not have more than a day to prepare for your visit.Focus on Hygiene, how many people of what ethnic group are imprisoned and how they are treated.
Any further questions? Ask them now so we can move on.”
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"I would still rather go in Myroria Air for Gelibolu and walk my own path, you know how people can be forced if in fear. This is my method, i go on with the population and the security forces...if lucky with rebellion groups, and will send the primary report as soon as i can. Then i can go where they want me to go and I will judge from the knowledge i already have from field work."
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"This is dangerous but it is a possibility. However it will also allow the Xyrael government to treat you as a spy and put pressure on IPO and the other observers.
But maybe we can compromise here? To facilitate this we could split up the groups once we are there and send in a part of the team in what we call "plainclothes" and send the rest with official tags. This would give us a idea on how much the people are under pressure -if they are.
However I ask that we inform the government about our arrival as a group. They may follow us around anyway but maybe we can shake them by making last minute changes in our travel routes .
Otherwise I rather not have us all go separate ways. I don't want IPO observers meet with "Unfortunate accidents".
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"What's the point in that? All they would have to do is take one look at our faces to tell that we're foreigners. If they know IPO observers are in town, it would be a likely conclusion that we're them. Anyway, can someone pass me a map of the area"?
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"That's an argument. Also we do not all look like total strangers up there, most of us will.
So maybe we stick to the original plan ?"
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"As far as they know, i can be just some tourist. Anyway, yes, lets just stick with the plan, Chipahua is the head of this team, we need to respect his authority on the matter."
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"With everything that has been claimed to have been going on, would there be many tourists? But, yes, let's just stick with the plan."
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"Go easy on the Head of authority stuff. This is a team effort and I will need your feedback. If a man tries to look at too much he may loose the overview."
Chipahua stood up from his chair.
"Good. If that is all then you should go brief your men. We will leave for Xyrael tomorrow. The Air Force has one of their A400 repainted for us. I just hope the white color isn't giving anybody the urge to test his AA guns?"
he said with a grin.
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"Shit, have you heard the latest news? we can't go to Tekirdag...
Well i suggest you deploy the two applied for Tekirdag to Istanbul, since it's the largest in population, 6 million last time i heard. But yet, I can't promise i won't try to sneak in Tekirdag."
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"I strictly forbid any independent action on your part Mister Vargos. For the record" he said with a stern voice.
"However we are few people in a big country and we don't know our way around. So maybe we may get lost at times. ols road maps and such could pose a problem."
He leaned over to the Delfian observer "Just don't get yourself shot. And if you get caught you better hope they shoot you before I get my hands on you" he said with a thin smile.
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OOC Upon your arrival you will be given pamphlets which inform you of our laws and customs. Please respect these in your journeys.
Introductionary Booklet: Guide to Xyraeli Colonies
Chapter 1: Laws of the Empire
Laws within the Illuminate are rigid and enforced, but allow flexibility. Unlike the West, where laws are more like guidelines, Imperial laws must be adhered to. Imperial Police are licensed to defend themselves when a threat is posed, therefore do not pose a threat. The Court system is trial by educated jury, jurors are peers who have received a proper Upper Level education, equivalent to university level education in the West.
Below are given the basic laws and their punishments:
- No stealing - Theft is not allowed in any form. Punishible by jail according to amount stolen. Should a person be injured during the act, the sentence is raised.
- No murder - Murder is defined as the act of killing with intention to kill. If intent is found, then the convicted is sentenced to death, regardless of the case. Exception is self-defense, in which case the convicted is sentenced to 5-25 years in prison.
- No sex crime - Extramarital affairs and Rape are punishable by 5 years for first conviction, 8 years for second conviction, chemical castration for third. Cases are investigated only when reported. In addition, should any man be found married under his nations law but touring in the Illuminate, and should he visit a brothel, he will be immediately expelled and barred from returning to the Empire.
- Infringment of Right to Privacy - Imperial law does not govern events which occur within an Imperial household. Any infringement of a mans right to do as he wishes on his own property is punishible by 1 year in prison, except when the man is suspect to harm another persons right to life.
- Identification - All citizens, residents, and tourists within the Empire must have identification at all times. If any man or woman is found without, they will be detained for a period up to 48 hours to confirm their identification. Any man found without proper identification within the government database is to be catalogued within the government database, expelled and barred from returning under penalty of 25 years in prison.
These are the basic laws of the Imperial Illuminate which will most often be encountered. Any further questions should be directed to the local prefects. (ooc pm me)
Chapter 2: Cultural Norms
The Empire comprises many nationalities with varying cultures. This book will detail the Xyraeli culture, which encompasses the entire Empire. (ooc you will encounter this to a larger degree in Istanbul, ask G-C about the rest of the area)
- Respect - When greeting a new person, bow your head. The further the bow, the greater your respect and the better you will be treated. Respect should be shown to women before men. They should be spoken to with reverence, beating of women is a punishable offense, and publically showing of women as a sexual symbol is shunned. Women are viewed as the source of life and goodness.
- Religion - Illuminism is the practiced state religion of the Empire. Illuminist churches are government funded institutions and are tax exempt. In addition, Illuminists that donate to charity (ooc a form of Zakat amounting to 2% of yearly earnings) are subject to tax relief. However, the Illuminate is a religiously tolerant union of peoples. Within a mans household he may do as he pleases, and religious structures besides Illuminist are allowed to be constructed.
- Honour - You may not disgrace a the honour of a man or his family. Shaming a man is a reprehensible deed, and the shamed man is expected to avenge his shame. Although it is forbidden to do so, many men seek to avenge their shame through force.
Any other questions or clarifications please direct towards the local embassy. (ooc pm me)
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OOC: I would like to know the Xyraeli laws about diplomatic immunity, please.
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- Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomatic Immunity is unavailable to any and all diplomatic personnel save the heads of State and or Representatives of their respective people. Diplomats, Emissaries, et cetera must adhere to the laws of our nation so long as they travel within our nation. Within their own embassy walls, however, they are free to do as they please.
(if you're a monarchy, send a family member, if you're a republic, send a senator, if you're a military junta... good luck)
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The flight to Xyrael had been far from comfortable. The A400 of the TAF had been equipped with seats from a civilian aircraft however the passengers had found little time to relax.
Chief Chipahua went over the tasks with his group again and again.
Much consideration was given to the information sheet on Xyrael law they had received from the Xyrael delegate.
“To prevent any problems with local law I say you check in with your areas local prefect. At least introduce yourself, explain your mission and inform him that we are in his general area.
We should however make clear that we wish to move around freely.
I have also reassigned our groups. Here is the new deployment plan.
Tekirdag Off limits.
Istanbul Carlos Vargos (ND)/ Myria Sera (Fenexia)
Edirne Eucratides XXI (CF)/ Jhon Chipahua (Terrangar)
Kirklare Antoine de Bruni D'Entrecasteaux (Varkour)
If anybody wants to exchange areas argue about it now. I want everyone familiar with your assigned areas before we touch down.“
„A note about Tekirdag. And listen carefully what I am saying. No one enters is that clear?“
he looked at Vargos with some sorrow.
„They say we can not go IN there and we won't do that. But we will come close to the area. I want you to take a very good look at your maps and were this districts borders are. Try and get close to them. If there is fighting people will be fleeing to neighbouring districts. Try to find them and talk to them. It's second hand information but better than nothing. Maybe we can piece together a picture from that.
But ALWAYS remember that if the Xyraelis discover you inside the area they may either shoot you putting the blame on the rebels or use you to throw us all out. We would accomplish nothing with this.“
A voice came over the loadspeaker.
„This is your Captain. We are going to touch down at Istanbulr in 15 minutes. Prepare for landing“
ooc: If Istanbul is okay with you Xyrael. Also i have informed your gouvement ahead of time that we will arrive in a white A400M. Sorry if it is a military transport but it is the only plane with enough range to get to you. Maybe with a stop in Loyan.
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ooc: It is perfectly fine, actually. Istanbul should have the fewest terrorists despite being the largest city.
ooc2: although diplomatic immunity is not given (as such you can not carry a weapon, which wasn't actually my intention) i realized the feniexian security strictness. Should it be deemed necessary at a later date, the feniexian an exception will be made and the feniexian ambassador will be given the proper licenses and permits.
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The white plane arrived. Carlos was in a rush to get to his resting place, he was so damn tired from the flight. He had some room booked in a fancy hotel, but he chose to go to some residential. He only knew the basics of the language spoken there..it would be hard at the beginning, but Carlos already prooven to be a good learner when it goes to languages. He found some bar, maybe they had a place to sleep, or knew one. After reaching the Bar tender, who immediately got scared for the obvious look of foreigner.
*this is supposed to be spoken in your language*
Carlos: "You-knowledge-room-sleep?"
bar tender: "What are you saying?"
Carlos: "I-urge-bed, to-sleep. You-possess-room?"
Carlos: «damn it, this will be hard.»
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The bar tender chuckled at this man's inability to speak. Sure, he was trying.... trying to butcher the language. He sighed, calling the man a farcical imbecile in his own tongue while signalling to the waitress, who came over with a smile. "No, sir, this is the bar..." she talked to him in perfect Inglish as though he could not tell from the bottles on the wall. "Registration is in that room," she pointed to a woman sitting at the front desk who waved with an impish grin.
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Chief Chipahua led his group to a small hotel near the airport. they would spend only one night here and then move on to their designated district tomorrow.
The man at the reception looked surprised to see so many foreigners entering his place. Then he seemed to remember the reservations.
"Good evening" Chipahua said trying to remember his language training. Xyraeli was a language not too far of from Terrangan.
Historians had always speculated that the inhabitants of Loyan and Terranagr had common forefathers. but the Xyraelis had never allowed anyone to look to deep in their history.
"We have ordered rooms."
He waited for the man to collect himself and check his papers..
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The bar tender chuckled at this man's inability to speak. Sure, he was trying.... trying to butcher the language. He sighed, calling the man a farcical imbecile in his own tongue while signalling to the waitress, who came over with a smile. "No, sir, this is the bar..." she talked to him in perfect Inglish as though he could not tell from the bottles on the wall. "Registration is in that room," she pointed to a woman sitting at the front desk who waved with an impish grin.
ooc: I'm at Istanbul, i thought it was G-C who would do the talking.
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ooc: The international airport is located within the Xyraeli Quarter, the military base within the urban area is located between the Xyraeli Quarter and Industrial. There are four quarters, Harbor Quarter (northwest), Xyraeli Quarter (northeast), Industrial Quarter (southeast), Gallipoli Quarter (southwest). Xyraeli Quarter is a "well-off" neighborhood, but only because the rich have decided that it's a nice place for winter homes when Xyrael grows cold. Also, most of the managers of factories live here. Gallipoli and Industrial Quarters are poorer neighborhoods, but they aren't slums. Slums (which are in every city, don't say they aren't) are in the Harbor Quarter opposite the harbor from Xyraeli Quarter. Everywhere else outside here is Turkish language, but Istanbul for now is more like Al-Djazair of Algeria under French colonial rule.
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OOC: so until you leave the Xyraeli quarter, it'll by Xyrael doing the talking. And no, most of my people don't speak good Inglish.
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Well then just ignore whatever happened, that lines were supposed to be RPed in Istanbul streets. So...can i fast-forward there?
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It was night time by the time the Collosean observers arrived in Edirne. After the plane landed, Eucratides was the first off the plane and onto the tarmac with his five specialists; Pytheas, Agatho, Nikos, and Theodorakis, all of whom were detectives in the police force, and Stavros, the translator. Stavros wasn't perfect in this language, but no problems are expected.
They had rooms reserved at the best hotel in the city. They're rooms were suites on the top floor of a 5-story hotel, sitting on top of a hill over looking Edirne. The rooms were spotless, there was a mountain of pillows on each king bed... But most importantly, to Eucratides anyway, the hotel had a lounge.
After unloading their junk, they went straight to the lounge.
The bar tender began passing shot glasses to the foreignors. "Hey Stav..." Eucratides said, "What did you get us?"
"Vodka, followed by their finest wine."
"Give me beer any day." Nikos said just before they all drank their shots.
Theodorakis turned to Eucratides. "So what's on the agenda for tomorrow??
"Well I figured we'd head down to the beach and do some observing. Of the local hotties I mean." answered Eucratides with a laugh.
There was a silence. Agatho was the first to speak up. "You're kidding right? We're not on..."
Eucratides was giving him a cold look. He whispered, "Listen, the nation comes first. Keeping Xyrael strong is in Collosea's best interest." Eucratides handed his wine glass to the bar tender and stood up from his stool. "Besides, I have a feeling we wouldn't have much observing to do anyway." And with that, he began heading back to his room.
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<ooc>I thought you were going to Istanbul?</ooc>
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After a first night in the Xyraeli Quarter, Carlos decided to move. Wandering deep into Istanbul was sweet, seeing all those buildings, fascinating culture. He bought quite a few stuff from the all-selling-men, although he had this idea that most of those goods were stolen. The IPO Observers department had their way to pay everything, they gave Carlos allot of money and allot of planned traveling, that frankly, Carlos wouldn't walk that path. He would rather make "cross-country" into the population. He had some room booked in a fancy hotel, but he chose to go to some residential. He only knew the basics of the language spoken there..it would be hard at the beginning, but Carlos already prooven to be a good learner when it goes to languages. He found some bar, maybe they had a place to sleep, or knew one. After reaching the Bar tender, who immediately got scared for the obvious look of foreigner.
*this is supposed to be spoken in your language*
Carlos: "You-knowledge-room-sleep?"
bar tender: "What are you saying?"
Carlos: "I-urge-bed, to-sleep. You-possess-room?"
Carlos: «damn it, this will be hard.»
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Pach: Just because we're staying in the same hotel doesn't mean that we're gonna be with each other the entire time. It doesn't mean we came by the same plane either. So I think I'll leave it as it is.
G-C: Does Edirne have nude beaches!? :P
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ooc Osamafune I am going to edit the previous posts so this doesn't go out of sense.
Edit: Hey I just found out that removing posts really works.
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<ooc>Wait... Those posts were directed at me? ??? </ooc>
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After a first night in the Xyraeli Quarter, Carlos decided to move. Wandering deep into Istanbul was sweet, seeing all those buildings, fascinating culture. He bought quite a few stuff from the all-selling-men, although he had this idea that most of those goods were stolen. The IPO Observers department had their way to pay everything, they gave Carlos allot of money and allot of planned traveling, that frankly, Carlos wouldn't walk that path. He would rather make "cross-country" into the population. He had some room booked in a fancy hotel, but he chose to go to some residential. He only knew the basics of the language spoken there..it would be hard at the beginning, but Carlos already prooven to be a good learner when it goes to languages. He found some bar, maybe they had a place to sleep, or knew one. After reaching the Bar tender, who immediately got scared for the obvious look of foreigner.
*this is supposed to be spoken in your language*
Carlos: "You-knowledge-room-sleep?"
bar tender: "What are you saying?"
Carlos: "I-urge-bed, to-sleep. You-possess-room?"
Carlos: «damn it, this will be hard.»
Asil Keyder looked up from the glass he was polishing. Seeing that this foreigner, whoever he was, actually wanted a room, he put the glass on the bar and gave him his full attention. Foreigners didn't usually come into this part of the city; most stayed in the luxury hotels of the Xyraeli quarter. The fact that this one, who must have a huge amount of cash in order to get into the country in wartime, would choose to stay at the two-star Hotel Yunus Emre, was immediately suspicious.
"Yes, we have rooms," he said, "come with me." In walking out from behind the bar, however, Asil knocked over the glass. He swore violently as its fragments sprayed all over the floor. Composing himself, he turned to the foreigner. "I have to clean up, go find Manager Irem."
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Pach: Just because we're staying in the same hotel doesn't mean that we're gonna be with each other the entire time. It doesn't mean we came by the same plane either. So I think I'll leave it as it is.
G-C: Does Edirne have nude beaches!? :P
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No.
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Carlos: "Many-Thank-You"
Carlos payed full attention to the swearing...some more words difficult to understand but probably very useful in the future. He did understand "find Manager Irem", whoever Irem was. Tried not to step on the broken glass of the floor and passed through some corridor finding a door without any inscription suggesting to be a bathroom.
Carlos: "Irem?" Trying to pronounce as best as he could.
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There were actually two Managers Irem, Maria and her husband Bulent. Both were in their office when they heard the knock at the door; before either of them could get to the door, their young daughter Yasmine had run over and yanked it open. Bulent gave his wife an amused look and walked slowly over to collect his daughter.
After a few words of reproach, he turned to look at the visitor. Apart from being white, the man was very nondescript: he was of medium height and slightly lean build, with dark hair and clothes of muted colors. His face carried an expression of reflection and watchfulness. "Yes, what can we do for you?" Bulent asked, stepping out of the office and shutting the door behind him.
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Carlos: "Ah, Hello. I-request-bed-seven-nights. You-have-beds?"
ooc: lol get on with it, and give me a hint about mysterious pamphlets.
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OOC: if you haven't guessed by now, the RPs for my country are very slow. :trout:
IC: "Yes, we have rooms. We also have phrasebooks," commented Bulent dryly as he led the guest to the registration desk. "You'll have to fill out a registration card before I give you your key," he continued. As they passed the bar Bulent shot Asil a significant look. Asil had been reading a thin volume bound in red cardstock. As soon as he saw Bulent's look he immediately stowed it in the inside of his jacket and resumed sweeping vigourously, though by this time any remnants of glass had been removed from the tiled floor.
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Gladly the Registration card has Inglish translations. Carlos wrote down everything, avoided giving too much info. «Business trip? sure!»
While handing over the paper, Carlos looked at Asil. He was very curious about his book, but it wasn't time to ask. If he was right, Asil wouldn't like to share his readings with any stranger. Was it worth the risk asking? If Asil wouldn't share he might never share anything else, and that residential looking place was perfect to start investigating. No, it isn't worth yet. There were some small city maps near post-cards in a corner. Carlos picked in one and gave a coin to Bulent.
Carlos: "For-map...Can-I-see-bed, please?"
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Chief Chipahua had woken up early this morning.
He and his men had a small breakfast and short mission briefing after which they left the building.
They started off with visiting a few interesting places they picked of the map.
After a while the group started to fall apart one by one one wandering off in random directions.
They began looking for obviously displaced people, stopping here and there to buy something and start a small talk with the locals.
They kept an eye out for police presence and the overall behavior of the people.
Were they scared? Trying to avoid strangers at any cost?
More than once after having talked to a citizen they walked off only to turn around the corner and see if anyone else talked to the same person.
Let's see if the secret police is tracking us putting pressure on the people.
OOC If I wittiness or hear anything you have to tell me. Especially I am looking for people who are out of Tekirdag (Refugees)
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The first day of Collosea’s mission in Gelibolu had risen. Stavros’s hopes of quickly getting to work were dashed when Eucratides announced that they would be spending the day at the beach instead.
Eucratieds led the team out of the hotel the long way, taking special precautions not to make contact with the team from Terrangar. “If we see any of them, let me do the talking.” He told them as they left their rooms. The team saw the Terrangans, but they must not have seen the Colloseans because they didn’t speak or make any gestures to the team as they left.
Nobody had said a word since leaving the hotel. Eucratides (naturally) would be the one to break the silence. “Hey Stav, are their any nude beaches in Edirne? I figured that while we were here we…”
“We’re not on vacation, you know!” Stavros exclaimed, not really wanting to know how he was going to finish that sentence. “Besides, there aren’t any nude beaches anywhere in Gelibolu.”
“Well, damn.” Eucratides said disappointingly. “You know Stav, you shouldn’t be such a stick in the mus. Ain’t that right, Nik?” Nikos only gave a slight nod. Stavros ignored that statement completely.
Nobody in the team really agreed with Eucratides on simply ignoring the job they had been given. However, a sort of “nationalist pride” embedded in them by the Second Civil War and the Expatriate party’s reforms made them believe Eucratides when he told them that “the nation comes first. Keeping Xyrael strong is in Collosea’s best interests.” This compelled them to follow Eucratides, despite what their morals may tell them.
This compelled them all, except Stavros.
<ooc>G-C: Things will be set up in 2 more posts as long as nobody interferes.</ooc>
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They had rented lounge chairs and umbrellas once they got to the beach. Agatho, Pytheas, Nikos, and Theodorakis between time out in the water and time on shore playing volley ball.
Eucratides and Stavros spent their time lounging and catching rays. They spoke little to each other, and when they did, it was usually only Eucratides talking and it usually amounted to "I'd do her."
Stavros was deeply disturbed by their actions... or lack thereof. They came to mingle with the populace and dig up dirt that would lead to the war mongers releasing their grip on the land. He absolutely dispised Eucratides, that facist pig, for even suggesting that the nation was more important than the well-being of the people who live here.
Stavros had decided. If the rest of them wouldn't do the job, then he would alone. Only problem was getting away without being seen, especially by Eucratides.
He spent a good 15 minutes plotting his escape, but to no avail. Then it was as if they had all plotted for him... Stavros heard a rumble over the roar of the waves. He turned to the direction the sound was coming from. He found Eucratides sleeping like a baby; the rumble being his snoring. Not long after discovering this, the four detectives, fished out one beer a piece, and began walking down the beach."
Once they were out of sight, Stavros realized that he was essentially alone. He jumped up and began speed walking to the dressing room, but not before grabbing his duffle bag... and a wad of bills out of Eucratides's.
<ooc>I didn't say "as long as nobody posts" you know. :( </ooc>
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The next day, Carlos walked in bar for the breakfast. He saw the young guy from the previous day with the red book. He was sitting near the bar and just a few old costumers were in the back of the room drinking something in large cups, probably tea.
Carlos: "Hello?"
Asil: "Good Morning, how can i help you?"
(he can attend costumers, can't he?)
Carlos: "I would like to know what those chaps are drinking, maybe i would like some too."
It was really clear Carlos had been studying his phrase book given by the IPO.
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OOC: yes he can.
IC: chaps Asil thought. He's obviously not from around here. Despite this, he bustled over to the back of the bar, where he kept the coffeepot. The finely ground coffee was expensive, and wasn't used often, particularly now, with the supply from Ozia and Haedera cut off by war. Maria would chastise him later for using it, but it would not do to give this man tea.
Asil poured water into a small plaster cup, and then addedtwo heaping teaspoons of the coffee and one levelled teaspoon of sugar. He put the cup on the stove to boil, and then moved back to Carlos.
"The kahfe will be ready in a few minutes."
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Carlos: "That will be great, thank you. With war and all, isn't it hard to find products? I mean, I don't see much of governmental or imperial help..."
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"I'm down to my second-to-last box," said Asil, shaking his head ruefully. "This kahfe is Ozian; we can't grow it here ourselves, and it's damn expensive even in good times. I couldn't find anybody selling it since they sealed the border, two weeks ago."
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"Sounds bad, this Xyraeli are making the situation worse...or is it the Rebels?"
With clear interest on the subject, like asking indirectly which side he was on. Carlos hoped Asil wouldn't think he worked for the Xyraeli and was there to track down rebel groups, on the contrary...but how could he communicate that? Quickly added...
"I heard this rebels were fighting for rights and independence...maybe the Xyraeli aren't helping at all, it sounds really bad from outside, in New Delfos allot people say the Xyraeli enslaves the Gallipoli proletariat and population while the government tries to pass the message Xyrael owns Gelibolu by divine right..."
*shaking his head ruefully, trying to sound like Asil*
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OOC: that is WAY WAY WAY too obvious. Here, let me save your neck. :trout:
IC: Asil hadn't understood the second part of the question. There was something in there about Xyraelis, and workers, but the rest of the sentence was muddled gibberish, unintelligible even to a drunk on the street. But the first sentence had been clear enough. Hoping it would suffice, Asil answered the first question with one of his own, adopting a defensive tone as he did so. "The rebels have the power to close the border? Holed up in their one city?"
It was probably too much to hope for that Carlos would understand the rhetorical nature of this question, and the subtext. So Asil added "No, it is not the rebels who have caused this trouble."
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"Well, yes, I figured so. What I cannot understand is why this rebels fight against the empire. I understand the empire is forcing this people and they had enough, but why do they fight back? Aren't there other ways?"
Trying to force an enraging argument from Asil's mind against the empire would probably be too much, Carlos wanted to hear Asil saying what was happening in Tekirdag, he really wanted to go there, maybe he would...
ooc: I thought he was underage! (you know what i mean) Simple black and white obvious would do the trick...sorry.