Innokenti answered as he sat across from her, “Business is good. You see, Vulshain is a nation of engineers. Engineering feats are our speciality if you will. Nanotechnology, especially in the medical field, has advanced greatly in the past three years. Currently, my company is working on a new metal alloy that fuses titanium, gold, and diamonds together. It’s still in the early development stage, but if we succeed, this new gold-diamond-titanium alloy will be not only extremely durable, but also strongly resistant to damage. Not to mention, the alloy will enable the creation of aircraft capable of flying at heights where current alloys begin to ice over. In fact, icing over is a serious danger to all aircraft, especially airliners. Usually there is equipment to prevent ice from developing, but there have been cases where everyone on board the planes have literally froze to death in a matter of seconds. If this alloy is successful, not only will it retain heat to prevent ice from forming, but it will also allow Vulshain to even advance in other areas.”
Vladimir entered his room, Scotty right behind him. The room was what some may call larvishly decorated - however, having his own [far more luxioriously decorated] villa, Vladimir was hardly impressed. Out of habit he checked the room for bugs or other spy devices
Can’t be too careful. He thought as he finished checking behind the bed
-Is everything alright sir?- Scotty, his luggage boy [or so he concluded from the chat he had with that buisness man] asked
-Yes, why of course my Monkey.- Vladimir said
-Sir… it’s Mankowski- Scotty remarked rather embarased
-Pish posh.- Vladimir siad with a bit off neglection in his voice.
Maybe I should be careful about this Scotty - he may be dangerous Vladimir drifted off in his thoughts trying to find at least ten ways to kill Scotty using only his bare hands - and maybe Soctties. After a rather long pause, Scotty asked:
-Sir, you look as if you were listening to some voices in your head, are you alright?-
Oh no he knows about the voices! Quick - hit him in the crotch and run! Oh no, wait - it’s Scotty, he doesn’t know. Vladimir thought and then anwsered as calmly as he could:
-Yes, monkey - but we needn’t talk about it. Just set the suitcases on the bed - and that will be all, here you go, for you trouble.- Vladimir gave Scotty a few gold coins - he didn’t know what worth they could have to the luggage boy, but three 24-karat gold coins should be enough - and the look on the luggage boy’s face seemed to suggest it was more than enough. He bowed and walked out.
Finally some time alone Vladimir threw himself on the bed next to the suitcases. Now all I must do is unpack - change into some lighter clothes and off to the bar for a few drinks he thought
We’ve been over this Vladimir The voice in his head commented You know how drinking affects you… Maybe just some tea. Whatever the case, he needed to unpack, so he did so - taking care not to damage his laptop while taking it out. He then changed into warmer clothes, and look at himself in the mirror. He was a bit colour blind, so he could not see that his hawaian shirt was a bit too green.
That should do it - I will blend in nicely He smiled, put on his second hat [one made of straw] and walked out of the room. He made his was down the corridor, though he returned three times to the door to make sure it was locked. Then, he took the stairs back down to the lobby.
I wonder if there are some human guests that may be to my liking. But for now, lets find the bar.
That man’s pace is sure fast for his weight. At least, leave us a namecard. Rather impolite for a businessman. Felt annoyed and exhausted, he retired into his room and unpacked his luggage.
Though still a little stunned by the CMO’s words, Dennis wasn’t pretty much surprised. He long suspected that the Serenitech was against the Jonasz Bur. The reason was simple, the Jonasz Bur was never a man of his word. His own interests and personal ego blinded his country’s potential, at the same time alienating many of his allies and friends. Once a nationalist hero in the eye of many New Nabbers, now a corrupted tyrant who everyone hates.
Similar to the Prime Minister’s stance, Dennis was hoping for a stable New Nabbers whether it is independent or reunified. But unlike kenobi, he has less sympathy for the locals. He advocated a more tougher approaches including cutting humanitarian aids and military intervention if necessary.
As he swirled his glass of wine in the balcony and admiring the tropical views, he couldn’t stop thinking about Serenitech’s intentions and what Mr.Waldorf meant by his words. Weapon contracts, land acquisition and a resort. Mr Sharpe, what are you guys planning this time?
Suddenly, a phone rang interrupted his deep thoughts. He picked up the phone - " Yes Jerry?. Alright, I’ll meet you two downstairs at the dining area after my shower."
Sayli wasn’t nearly as well-versed in the field of metallurgy to realize that such a combination was not only incredibly expensive, but useless and impractical as well. She simply nodded and accepted the words of the Vulshainian as fact. “Sounds interesting. I don’t believe I’ve heard of such things in Vekaiyu - not many privateers want to start in the manufacturing market in Vekaiyu unless they had some training or managed factories and wanted to buy them from the government. I work with a factory owner. What’s nice is he knows how to make candles in an efficient manner, so I can sell them for cheaper than what the government used to set the price at. It was unheard of in Vekaiyu ten years ago, but it’s been getting gradually better. Things just seem… better for Vekaiyun businesspeople.”
She looked up and at the desk. “Perhaps we should assign our rooms. I’ll feel better once my luggage has arrived in its final destination!”
Innokenti nodded. He smiled as he went to get his room as well. “I agree. It would be a pain if our luggage got lost.”
OOC: If possible it might be fun to assign Innokenti and Sayli rooms that are right next to each other. 
Approaching the front desk, Sayli arched an eyebrow and noticed her bags were still on one of the carts. Nothing to worry about - they were just awaiting their final destination. She smiled and calmly chimed the bell on the desk. “Hello?” she asked.
Vladimir cursed under his breath - the blasted candidsapiens were still here! He had no idea HOW they were able to take so long to reach their room. He passed them, “accidentaly” bumping into the male one. He tried to appologize, but then decided it was pointless, seeing as it looked like a coyote. He just grunted and walked on to the bar - he could use a good drink. Tea Vladimir. Tea. the voice in his head remineded him. He cursed under his breath again.
Innokenti apologized when he bumped into the man. “Sorry about that,” he said. The man simply grunted and went on his way. He shrugged and walked up to the desk standing next to Sayli after getting his bags. He looked around. “I thought there was someone here.”
OCC: Smigol if possible put Sayli and Innokenti’s rooms right next to each other, just to create some interesting RP moments.
Daniel sprung up from behind the desk. “Ah yes, I presume you are the businesswoman from Vekaiyu? We do not have much reservations by female Candidsapiens currently.” He clicked a few buttons on the keyboard, while looking at the screen of the computer. New Opor-2011, made in Serenitech, was one of the newest and fastest computer for personal usage. And with such a computer was equipped every room. It wasn’t necessary, as most of the guests would probably bring their own notebook. However, Serenitech decided it would be in a good taste to do such a thing. Besides, this hotel is luxurious after all.
A window popped up on the screen.
“Right” said Daniel adjusting his hat “B09 is your room, Miss Iyolessi.” He has heard that name before, when she was speaking with Mr. Vogel.
“And as for you, Mr. Innokenti, your reservation was made for room B10. Both are on floor +2. Those bellboys will take your luggages” he said pointing at two blonde, and almost identical short guys. They were underage it seemed. 17 at most. Serenitech had a humongous amount of jobs. The price for that, was that some kids had to take job a little earlier then others. Capitalist paradise was sometimes used as a reference to Serenitech, though the poorest of Serenitech, would definetely argue with the later part. No welfare, everything had a price. Everything was in a private sector. Of course, nothing in Serenitech was really private. Every company, every shop, every factory, belonged to something bigger. This bigger company, belonged to another one. And so on, and so on. And at the top - Serenitech. Owning, or at least having a tremendous share in stocks and property every private shop in the country, and a lot in other countries. BGP, Allegheny, Smigsachenweiz. All respectfully had thirty-four, twenty-six and forty-one percent of their private market owned by Serenitech. Bai Lung was a lost cause, Vodrak had an official holiday based on hatred against Serenitech, and Listonia was socialist. Vekaiyu however has found itself in more or less capitalism, and Serenitech would definetely try to use it for their advantage.
“Have a nice day” said Daniel, as two bright haired boys jumped for the luggage.
OOC: Vulshain, I too though so. Though I might use this moment to remind everyone, that rape is forbidden inside borders of Serenitech. Just sayin’
OOC: there is a link to the music somewhere below. When you got to it put it in the background for bonus points.
Waldorf was quickly strolling down the hallway. Quite quickly for a fat man like himself. He burst open into the kitchen. There were some cooks there, but no Vogel around. Most unfortunate. He turned to the nearest one.
“Hey, you! Were is your boss?”
“Co chcesz?” said a man in response, with a sign of incomprehension
“Wha…? Vogel! Where. Is. Vogel?”
“Ah, Vogel! Poszed³ siê napiæ! Do baru. Wiesz - ‘beer’. A teraz mi nie przeszkadzaj! Shoo, shoo!” said the cook very quickly. Damned, lazy pollack cussed Waldorf in his mind. He was stunned when he was chased away from the kitchen. He understood nothing, except ‘beer’. He’s probably in the Lounge, checking the bartender or the guests there thought Waldorf running down the stairs. He was a little stressed. It was already half past five p.m. True, Nabberian climate ensured that it would still be hot and bright for another four hours at least, but the time was running out. Only a few days now.
He entered the lounge, where http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS2ylPAUxzA&t=0m24s was playing, only to see a sitting man with a curly brown hair. He looked not bigger then 180 cm. And he was drinking a brown liquid.
“Vogel? What are you drinking? Whiskey? You hate whiskey!”
“I’m just stressed. It’s that Polish chief!”
“Tell me about it…” said Waldorf rolling his eyes. The room was luxurious, even more then the rest of the hotel. Beige walls covered with green ornaments with golden outlining. Big, comfy chairs in similar pattern. A sofa here, and there. Carved, mahogany, brown coffee tables. There was a bar on the western side of the room, with a dark-skinned bartender from the Sevrian Desert region of Serenitech, judging by his harsh, though song-like accent. The opposite wall, was made entirely out of glass, with glass doors here, and there, allowing for the view at the people near the pool. The Colonel of WA forces was standing there, smoking his cigarette. Lounge was the only room, where you could actually smoke, not leaving the building, but Isaac Johnson still preferred to go outside. Said it clears his mind. Probably just a weird Cascadian custom. BGP was a strange country.
“He is responsible for the big dinner tomorrow, and I cannot understand a word he’s saying! Some of the guests are here, more will be coming in a few days. And there is you…”
“Huh?” Waldorf was nodding up to this point. “What about me?”
“You know what! And that’s the point, neither you, nor Serenitech will explain to me, why you had booked four rooms, and three of which were given to Stromburgians!”
“We’re just trying to spread Voltrum to Stromb…”
“You know that’s not the only cause! You are planning something! Serenitech is planning something! I remember what happened in the Vodrak!”
“They shouldn’t destroy the paperweights!”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. The way we got Crystvodia…”
“Shut it!” said Waldorf when he noticed that doors to the lounge were opening, and the Vodrakian diplomat entered the room. Hopefully he didn’t hear it. Everyone knows that the region of Crystvodia, or rather west-Misty town is a touchy subject to Vodrakians.
“Now, I’ll explain everything to you in it’s own time”
“No bloodshed this time I hope?”
“Don’t worry, we’ve what, twenty WA soldiers here?” Said looking at the Colonel, who was now putting his cigarette out, and looked like he was going to come back in a second. “We are safe! Now go, do your job Vogel!”
“Ok” he said standing up. He took his jacket from the arm of the chair and left the room. Waldorf looked at the Vodrakian diplomat with a calm smile.
Innokenti nodded. “Thank you.” He took the key to his room and said to Sayli, “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other a lot while here.”
He then followed the bellhop to his room.
Sayli was admiring the computer with which the receptionist was using. While it wasn’t one of those new holographic computers some Vekaiyun company was making, it still had its own flair, and appeared quite fast. It seemed like no matter where she turned, technology was progressing. And while she was on top of her game in the candle industry, a year from now could be a different story.
“Damn,” she thought as she heard her room and its proximity to the Vulshainian. “Thank you,” she replied cordially to the receptionist. She turned to the baggage handlers. “Please place my bags in +2-B09.” She handed them 20’s, although they were in Veskono form. Was this a place where tips were expected, or was it insulting to get a tip? Regardless, at least it’d be an incentive to not damage her bags on the way to her room, she hoped.
Sayli turned to the receptionist. “So what is there to do at this resort? I read the pamphets, but perhaps you could give me more information?”
Innokenti thanked the bellhop for taking him to his room. “Here you go, and thanks again.” He handed the bellhop a tip. A tip that caused the bellhop’s jaw to hang open.
Innokenti looked out at the pool. He was still curious about Sayli. “Certainly an interesting vixen. Although, she has a tendency to jump to the wrong conclusions. Still, it would be best to give her some space. Hm…I should express interest in funding her candle business though. It might get her attention.” Innokenti smiled.
OOC: He gave the bellhop 150 blue riyals, which are worth more than American dollars. Seriously, I did the math.
Vladimir noted the man who was smiling. His smile was a rather forced calm one - perhaps he had been talking about something he shouldn’t have?
Or maybe he is just smug… A thought came to Vladimir’s mind All those Serenitechian scum are… ever since they took Mist City… the Emperor says it was a planned move, but it did seem more like a faux pas Vladimir wanted to talk to the man - maybe put some fear into him, but he decided it was not worth the effort. So he just walked up to the bar and said:
-What is the strongest drink you have here?-
You had better hope it’s tea - cause you are not drinking anything else the voice in his head said, but this time Vladimir ignored it. Ever since his failure in Vekaiyu, the voice had become more persistant, maybe he should see a psychologist upon his return to Vodrak
Then again they all seem to favour the idea that a dead mad-man is a good mad-man…
“Vell, the strongestee ees rectivied spiritee.” - said the dark-skinned bartender with an accent from the northern, desert-like part of Sevropia. It had a nice song-like feeling to it, though it was harsher and a little more unintelligible. “Hovever, I dun’t recommendee eet, eef you are not exgperiencedee weeth eet. Perhaps you vould like a standardee Vodka? Vee have a largxe choicee of drinks in the menu here” he said giving a little colourful book full of pictures and descriptions of drinks. There were vodka drinks, rum drinks, tequilla drinks. Even such combinations as Coffee and Tea with alcohol. Large list of wines, also was found in this menu, as well as a large list of non-alcoholic beverages and appetizers. A menus like this were found on every table as well. The bartender looked at the client with his light green eyes, and waited patiently scratching his long beard.
Meanwhile in the lobby.
Daniel removed his hat, and scratched the tip of his bald head. He appeared lost in thoughts. Looking somewhere in unspecified direction he said “I know for sure, that there are tennis courts, both outside and inside, basketball field if one shall need to express himself in such sports. There are saunas, gyms and spas, perhaps those will interest you. Of course there is a swimming pool just outside of lounge. If you however would like to swim in the real ocean, there is a nice and gentle path going down the cliff a kilometer to the north from here, however you gotta walk through the jungle path, and it’s outside of the premises of Le Gout De Lux, so personally I advise you to forget about it. There is also a pool table in the lounge. A bar there also has a large choice of drinks and extravagant food and what-not.” He said putting his hat back on, and looking back at the Vulpine. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Vladimir sighed. In Vodrak the bartender would immediately recommend the Vodrak Diplomat’s Bane, which’s effect is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon, wrapped 'round a large gold brick. Of course many kings in their day were assassintated like this. Vodrakian assassins always were creative.
-Then the Vodka it is.- Vladimir said, escpecially thickening his accent to be more Vodrakian [to those un familiar: more russian]. -Heck with it, give me a whole bottle.-
Ekhem. the voice in his head reminded
-And a cup of tea- Vladimir added
Bartender has disappeared for a while behind the bar. A few seconds later he came back with three different bottles. “I think you vill likee one of thesee” he said putting down the bottles on the top of the bar. “This ees Smigsachwian Tear, a mildee, yet bitter vodka weeth 36% of alcoholee een eet. This one ees Russkyi Standartee - a strong 40%. I’d recomendee this one. Hovever you mightee also vant Pittsburghian Gear. This one hasee 38% of alcoholee een eet.” he looked at the client. “Ov coursee eet’s not the only ones ve have, but I think you vill likee them the best. Please sitee down, I’ll bring the tea to you een a minutee.” He disappeared somewhere behind the bar. He wasn’t scared that the vodka-lover will steal the bottles. Firstly - guests were too rich to steal stuff. Secondly - price for open bar was counted into the price of a room. Should he want to take all three bottles, noone would argue against it.
“Swim?” she asked. “In the ocean? Oh no thanks, I’ve actually never done that before. I mean I guess I wouldn’t mind learning but… I prefer more calmer waters. And even then I’m more of a land-based vulpine.” She smiled. “Perhaps a drink would be good. I could loosen up a little bit after the long trek over here. Could you direct me to the bar, please?”
Innokenti decided to get a drink. Not too much, but something to drink after his long flight here. He passed the bellhop that was carrying Sayli’s bags to her room. He hoped the bellhop wouldn’t accidentally put her bags in his room. That would be bad for him in many ways.
He asked the bellhop directions to the bar, which he gladly gave. Innokenti smiled, and thanked the bellhop giving him a tip for his help.
Innokenti was known for his generosity, but it didn’t mean he was naive or a pushover. He was a skilled kickboxer after all and he had to bash a few skulls in, especially during that time an assassin tried to run him through with a sword. He instinctly touched the scar where the sword had nicked the side of his waist.
He walked towards the bar.
Vladimir waited paitently for the man to return with his tea, all the while trying to decide what drink to go with. The Ruski Standard sounded tempting, Vladimir had a strong head, so there should not be a problem with getting drunk too quickly, and he had heard that it was a rather tasty vodka.
Still not as good as a tea. the voice in his head protested. Vladimir ignored it, he does not need a nanny to look out for him. However, he hopped someone might irritate or otherwise attack him - maybe then he could “accidentaly” kill that being? It has been long since he spilt blood, and the Vodrakian Corpus Diplomatica Agents found it harder to let people live than to kill them. This has earned them the nickname “Vampire Corps”, however Vladimir didn’t like the implication that they couldn’t stand the sun and garlic - quite frankly he loved garlic bread.
Come to think of it… A thought sprang into his mind I do feel rather uncomfortable when I see a crucifix…