[Kim Bradley]

OOC: Yeah, I'm probably gonna be packing in for the night, too. I'll post a reply in the morning, Colonel. Though, a little bit of advice: try and paragraph your posts a little more. The content is fantastic, but it's a bit easier on the eyes if it's spaced out, is all.
Cheers.

[Christine Pane]

OOC: Alright...I really need to put this on my e-mail notification list.

Director William Snowe

"Sorry Director. I'm going to have to do some business." Frank apologized. "Perhaps you would like more privacy anyway. Sonia, take William to your room, you can talk there, uninterrupted." he added to Sonia, rather reluctantly. At that point, Alex walked in. Sonia glared at him for whatever reason and William simply shrugged him off.

Sonia dragged William to her suite and sat down on the massive King sized bed. "William...I'm sorry."

The Director raised an eyebrow at the statement. "You're sorry? I'm the one that should be on my knees begging for forgiveness." The two chuckled a bit before Sonia looked out at the lights of New Manhattan. "Beautiful isn't it?"
William put a hand on her shoulder. "Once the fires have died down, this city will revert back to the Pre-War glory that is New Manhattan."
Sonia silently looked onwards at the New Manhattan lights and the bustling streets down below before she embraced William. "Don't push yourself." Her eyes went wide in both fear and excitement. "Our wedding day...it's tomorrow!"

The two looked at each other in fear, considering that the whole "wartime" effort hasn't been finished and merely been a "cease fire." It would be the perfect assassination to anybody who wanted it.

[lilmissparty]

OOC: Casinos are a very big industry. Alex does control much of the caravan market. As for Vlad, he has contacts all over the city.

Alexander Scalatti

The guard walked away from the intercom. "Sure, you can come in, don't cause any trouble Mr. Scalatti."

Alex nodded and entered the HQ. It was steamy from all the cigar smoke. Some slow jazz was being played from the jukebox. This is worse than the brothel in Reuters! Several mafia goons gave him dirty looks. I think that they hate me. Alex reached the stairwell and walked several flights of stairs.

Alex soon reached the top floor. He walked down the hall and saw a single door. On the door, was a plaque. Don's office. Alex slowly opened the door and saw several people talking. Oh [censored]! The GP!

Alex awkwardly entered the room and sat down at an open chair. "My apologies if this is a bad time."

[michael danso]

OOC: Just an update on what exactly the Enclave base in Manhattan is.

It is the Poseidon Energy Headquarters including an underground research facility. The bunker was built there though the Enclave-Poseidon military industrial pacts, and was designed to serve as a base to rebuild civilization as much as a military bunker as it was hypoythesised that if the Enclave reached Manhatten from the Oil Rig after the war they must be doing a good job. It is located on cleton Road near Cedar Pond roughly 20-30 miles from Manhattan which is marked with an "A"

http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/5118/mapey.jpg

[FoReVeR_Me_N]

OOC: To kind of follow Enclaves idea. I figured I should explain the Arcadia's layout. Obviously these are not indidual buildings (apart from the casino, hotel, hospital, school and police station. The Trading Post is a derilect Shopping Center. The bars and restaraunts are individual buildings. The Brown area is strictly residentual aside from the small shops in the hotel, the Grey area is strictly business's or public zones. The red blips are gates into the city, and the hotel itself has a gate around it and the little gray in front of it is the gate into the hotel.

http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii97/Martyr_of_Death/Arcadia.jpg Anything outside of the city is left blank on the map.

[Lifee Mccaslin]

Don Frank Vercelotti

After a moment, Alex Scallati entered the office, and looked around noticing that there was more than just one person present. He stepped forward rather uncomfortably and placed himself in a chair; "My apologies if this is a bad time." he said.

Horrible time, you made me miss the show. Frank's mind said, but his mouth spoke; "Not at all, Mr. Scallati. Would you like some wine?"

The Director and his fiance left the room shortly, and the office was left to just Alex and Frank.

"So, Scallati. What would you like to discuss?"

[jesse villaneda]

Adams smiled as the peaceful classical music seeped from the speakers and found its way into his ears, a soothing wave of calm washing over him. He listened carefully to the porter before he left the Colonel to his own devices.

“Now that’s what I call service!” he joked to his two companions. “Anyway, I suggest we find our rooms; I don’t have any orders for you, consider this a day off.

The trio entered the grand lobby, which was dominated by a large portrait of a well dressed gentleman. I assume that’s the proprietor of this fine establishment. Adams observed the painting for a moment; clearly, Mr. Mieux was a man of importance and most definitely intelligence. He was covered by a dark shroud of mystery, yet his artistic representation radiated brilliance.

Nervous looks were shot the Enclave’s way; Adams tried to combat the patrons’ gazes with a kind, reassuring smile, but to no avail – his power armoured friends stood out too much. The Colonel spoke to them quietly as they walked toward the elevator.

“All right, we stick out like a sore thumb here.” They stopped before the lift. “The porter was right; you’re going to have to remove your armour. Though no one, I repeat, no one, is to touch it; this place… it’s too mysterious, I don’t want strangers getting their grubby hands all over government tech. For all we know, they could be trying to harvest our knowledge. So watch it,” Adams said entering the elevator, his two bodyguards in tow.

Adams stepped out of the elevator on to a floor named ‘Presidential Level’, and located two large, ostentatious double doors, a golden plaque with ‘Presidential Suite’ engraved. The Colonel began to sweat and tremble with excitement as he fumbled the key in the lock. Come on, please be this one, please be this one! *Click*. Yes! Adams opened the door. His jaw almost hit the floor.

Presenting itself before the Colonel was a semi-circle shaped room, with glass windows stretching across the parabola, revealing the New York skyline and beyond in all its broken beauty. The red walls were adorned with intricate patterns and designs; chandeliers hung elegantly from the ornamented ceiling; lavish decorations dotted the suite – sculptures, busts, shelves, tables and bookcases, all of the highest quality. Truly, a room fit for a king. Or a president; a worthy president…

The enormous bed swallowed Adams’s large frame, providing a sense of comfort he’d never felt before. “Now, this… this is the life. This is the life I deserve,” he said, stretching and kicking off his heavy black boots.

For a good thirty minutes, Adams simply laid on the bed eyes closed, inhaling the sweet scent gracing the suite, and listening to the soft cackling of the fire. So, this is what it feels like to relax? The President should try this sometime, he thought with a grin.

Adams was awoken by a loud ringing of the old phone on his nightstand. Dammit! If I want you, I’ll call. He rolled over and picked up the handset.

“Colonel Adams speaking,” he said groggily.

“Good day, sir!” said a chirpy young female voice. “The staff at Mieux Hotel live to cater to your needs and make your day a happier one – do you require assistance?”

“Hmm, you know what? Yes, I do. My uniform needs cleaning, and I’m getting hungry. A gentleman at the entrance mentioned Brahmin steak as some kind of luxury around here; I’ll have one of those with seasoned vegetables. Thank you.” Adams almost put down the phone.

“Absolutely, sir! And to drink?”

“Ah, of course. Bring me a bottle of your finest wi-“ Adams paused for a second, remembering what Sutler had said: “none of these people are our friends; they can’t be trusted”. “Never mind, just a pitcher of pure, ice cold water, please. That’d be great.”

“Excellent! A maid will be with you shortly. Thank you, sir!”

Adams promptly slammed the phone back on its receiver, hoping to destroy every shard of that young lady’s voice. “She’s as fake and pathetic as Brotherhood plasma rifles,” he joked to himself.

Slipping out of his uniform, Adams donned the double-briasted, peaked lapel suit hanging from the wardrobe. He struck a pose in the mirror before allowing the maid knocking to enter.

She was pretty and had elegant curves, Adams could not repudiate that, but thankfully, he’d never had trouble fighting his sixual urges like nearly all men did. He spoke to her in a stern tone, as he would to one of his soldiers.

“Be careful handling my uniform; it’s my favourite outfit, and has been with me for a long time. I’m sure you’d rather I not tell your boss you destroyed it,” he said, raising his eyebrows. The maid simply nodded, timidly. “Good girl. You’re dismissed.”

Adams lifted the metallic lid of his steak. His face melted in delight as the aroma penetrated his nostrils. Sitting on the ornate wooden chair, he began his feast, patiently awaiting any phone calls.

OOC: Long ass post for seemingly no reason. Sorry, boys.

[roxanna matoorah]

OOC: Thoroughly enjoyable post there Chris. Keep em coming.

Edit: Although I believe the expression is "stick out like a sore thumb".. Maybe in England you guys call it something else. Sorry.

[Czar Kahchi]

Alexander Scalatti

"So, Scallati. What would you like to discuss?"

Alex took a puff of his cigar. "Well, I see that you have changed a lot since I have last seen you. I mean, Don of the mafia, wow." Alex swiveled his chair. "I came to well, thaw out our hostility. We got off to a bad start, and we are enemies, but, we don't have to be enemies anymore, its needless."

Alex took the wine and poured himself a glass. "So, what do you say?"

[Cat Haines]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Frank smiled at the proposal of a truce. "Yes." the Don grinned, holding the glass up in cheers.

"We'll need to sort several things out though." he declared, taking a puff of his cigar, and pulling a file out of his drawer. A file labeled "Scallati". "About a month ago" Frank said, looking through the file; "You're wife.. Ann was it? I believe Ann stole several thousands of caps from the former Don of this very mafia." he said grimly. "He was gambling at your casino, when it happened." he informed. "Atleast that's what is says so in the file. Now, in order for me to clear your names from the records, you will have to return that money, as it was from the Dons personal funds." he said, laying down the file for Alex to see.

[Teghan Harris]

Alexander Scalatti

About a month ago" Frank said, looking through the file; "You're wife.. Ann was it? I believe Ann stole several thousands of caps from the former Don of this very mafia." he said grimly. "He was gambling at your casino, when it happened." he informed. "Atleast that's what is says so in the file. Now, in order for me to clear your names from the records, you will have to return that money, as it was from the Dons personal funds." he said, laying down the file for Alex to see.

Alex sighed. "Damn, 6000 caps? I will need to have a chat with Ann later." Alex took out his briefcase and then took out a bag. "Here is 1000 caps. The rest is at my casino. I would prefer if you sent a courier to take the money to you."

[Prue]

OOC: Thank you, Holy. And you're right! What was I thinking? I'll correct that little spelling mistake immediatly.

[Frank Firefly]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Alex sighed. "Damn, 6000 caps? I will need to have a chat with Ann later."

Frank nodded, with a smirk on his face. "Yep."

"Here is 1000 caps. The rest is at my casino. I would prefer if you sent a courier to take the money to you." Alex said, pulling out a sack from his briefcase containing caps.

"I'll have my men count these. Thanks for the advance." Frank said, eying the bag of money. "I'll send someone to pick up the rest later." he leaned back in chair taking another puff before an idea hit him.

Wait a sec. I don't really need the money. However, I need another racket, as most of the place has gone down to [censored]. the Don contemplated. "On second thought" Frank blurted, thrusting forward in his seat. "I have a better idea. You keep the five grand, and from this day forward, consider your place one of our rackets. Our men get to use your place, our money gets laundered through you, the whole shebang. Do we have a deal?"

[CHANONE]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was quite surprised when Frank handed the money back.

On second thought" Frank blurted, thrusting forward in his seat. "I have a better idea. You keep the five grand, and from this day forward, consider your place one of our rackets. Our men get to use your place, our money gets laundered through you, the whole shebang. Do we have a deal?"

This seems easy enough to accept. Alex rubbed his chin. "Alright..we have a deal. Just tell your thugs not to cause any trouble in my casino."

[sharon]

Justin scratched the back of his head as he finished his breif letter to the Colonel, he underdressed himself than his more lavish outfits would be. He wore the typical uniform of the hotel, a black tuxedo with a silk black bowtie. He read over the letter to make sure he didn't miss anything,

"Colonel Adams,

Welcome to me Arcadia, and, welcome to my home. I understand you may be on guard, spiked drinks, poisoned food, assassins watching you, but I assure you, I have no desires for harm against you, nor does becoming an enemy of the Enclave stand on my list of priorities. That said, please, enjoy everything my hotel has to offer. You are treated more than a guess, you are treated as an official embassador, particularly of a non-hostile faction, so you are recieved far more favourably than say those barbarians and mafia goons in New Manhattan. I look forward to your company,

Cordially,

Justin Mieux"

He decided to play a little game, he always loved to have a little fun, he tried as hard as he could to keep into a 'butler' esque character. He left the safety of his penthouse and down to the 'High end suites' He knocked on the door and said in as waiterly a position as possible " I apologize for the inconvenience," he slowly pulled a letter from his suit jacket, "But Mr. Mieux sent this down and wished it delivered immediatly." He gave the letter to the Colonel, eyeing him up mentally, he still had his doubts, but he felt he made the right call in wanting this man specifically to come to him as the mediator. After he waited for the Colonel to finish reading it, he was about to dismiss the butler, but before the Colonel could finish dismissing him, the butler grinned a wide half smile, the Colonel obviously unaware, "I AM Mr. Mieux!" he chuckled loudly, standing in front of the door with his hand extended in a friendly handshake, if the Colonel wanted it.

OOC: Sorry that had to mildly control your character, but I didnt want the joke to get ruined, but I left the movements very vague to leave room for you to respond appropriately to it all without feeling limited in what you could sat.

[Rachel Eloise Getoutofmyface]

...Sutler was back-up against the electric fence, though power in Navarro had been shut down an hour ago; he was hiding behind a ruined plasma turret, the body of an NCR trooper was lying next to him, the ammo pouches on his belt had been split open much like the troopers neck by Sutler's ripper. Sutler had his back to the turret, an NCR service rifle and ammo courtesy of the dead trooper. He stoof up and fired rounds at the NCR position, the battle had been waging for four hours now and there wern't many of them left, the NCR had overwhelmed everything. Suddenly Sutler was hailed from the otherside of the fence, Orion Moreno, his CO Judah Kreger, that worm Johnson and Isreal's widow and son, Arcade.

"Sutler they're nothing we can do, we have to save what we can come on!"

"Orion! Orion where are you going, the fight isn't over we can still do this!"

"Sutler," Kreger had stepped in. "It's over, they're no need to die here we have civilians here who need escorting!"

"No, you can't leave, don't leave me here!"

NCR troops had spotted them and were opening fire, Moreno and Johnson, usually bitter enemies, fell back together to shield Mrs Gannon and Arcade. Sutler started shooting again, so did Kreger and his men, a hail of laser fire for Moreno's mighty gattling laser cut them down.

"You see, they're guard is down, they think they've won we can counter-attack!"

"Sutler, there's nothing left, they have won," said Kreger, with an obvious tone of condecention but Sutler knew he had good intentions, but Sutler could not give in.

"Cowards! The battle can still be ours! You can't give up on your lives so easily; Orion what are you doing you can't go..." Sutler was less angry, more desperate, he knew they were right.

"We can fight them another time Sutler come on!" Moreno replied.

Suddenly a burst of NCR fire landed near Moreno and the Gannons, Sutler laid down suppressing fire and looked back at his friends.

"Run! Go! Get the Gannons out of here, Isreal wouldn't want his wife and son killed here, get out! I'll hold them off!"

"Sutler, you magnificent bastard," Moreno said back to his close friend, he cried a single, manly tear; he threw his plasma pistol to Sutler. " Go out with bit of style Sutler."

"This is not the end of me Moreno, now go!"....

Sutler returned to reality once more, he fell back into a chair awaiting transport and sighed; he drew his radio.

"Adams, Adams, this is Acting President Sutler, are you receiving me? Over."

OOC: Jesus Christ Martyr, all I can imagine is an insanely grinning Sander Cohen looming over Colonel Adams on his bed. :tongue:

[JERMAINE VIDAURRI]

Adams lumbered lazily towards the door, rubbing his drowsy eyes. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

At the door was chic looking gentleman in a tuxedo, his dark hair slicked back in a stylish fashion. Adams eyed him, looking up and down. “Yes, what is it?” he finally said.

" I apologize for the inconvenience," he slowly pulled a letter from his suit jacket, "But Mr. Mieux sent this down and wished it delivered immediatly."

The Colonel snatched the letter and began to skim through it, too tired to actually care about its contents. He did, however, manage a smile at the mention of ‘you’re more than those barbarians and mafia goons’. You’re damn right there, Mr. Mieux. Adams looked back to the butler.

“Thank you, sir. Inform your boss that I received the letter, and I am grateful for his trust,” he said, putting his hand on the door, ready to slam it shut, before the butler came out with a rather interesting claim.

"I AM Mr. Mieux!" he chuckled loudly, standing in front of the door with his hand extended in a friendly handshake.

Adams simply stared for a moment, furrowing his brow. He wasn’t quite sure what to think. Is this some kind of joke? Am I being punked? “Okaaay…” he stretched out, offering a meek, uncertain hand shake. Thankfully, the radio began to cackle on his bed, saving him for awkwardness.

“Ah, this is important. Erm, come in, I suppose. Help yourself to the water.” Adams left the door open as he walked back, shaking his head in confusion. The more he thought about it, the butler did resemble the gentleman in the portrait.

"Adams, Adams, this is Acting President Sutler, are you receiving me? Over."

The Colonel rolled his eyes. Just can’t get enough of me, can he? Adams looked back to the butler one more time. That’s got to be Mieux; exact same eyes, same nose as the guy in that portrait. Sure of himself, Adams addressed him as such.

“Please excuse for a second, Mr. Mieux; it’s the President,” he said more gallantly than before, adding a pleasant smile for good measure.

Adams pushed the button on his radio and spoke. “I can hear you, Mr. President, clear as daylight. What do you require? Over.”

[SHAWNNA-KAY]

"Yes Adams, I just wanted to add a few things I neglected to mention before you're departure. If you're invitation is merely a show of force, or civility, whatever and this Mr Miluex is just making sure we aren't a threat to him, fine, assure him we are not. If he offers you any proposal or deal you are to consult me immediately; of course I am not suggesting you don't respect my authority but I was just making sure. What is your current impression and keep me informed. Over."

[Katie Samuel]

Could this be any more awkward? Adams thought, starting to sweat a little.

“Of course, Mr. President. In fact, I’m in the presence of Mieux himself at this very moment… or, at least I think I am,” he said, struggling to phrase it. “Perhaps you would like to speak with him first hand? Over.”

Adams prayed that Sutler would take on the proposed offer; it’d reveal the truth, and give him more time to lay back and relax on the bed.

[Nims]

"Yes of course, then again Mr Miluex wanted to see you, but yes I should like to speak to him, however briefly. Over."

[Rachael Williams]

"Fantastic! I'll propose the offer to Mr. Mieux. Over." A smile broke across Adams's face; he wasn't particularly fond of striking up deals and negotiating, and could safely admit (but only to himself) that President Sutler would do a much better job.

Adams spoke cordially to Mr. Mieux. "Sir, the esteemed President desires to speak with you; I must say, I cannot blame him. If I may, I strongly suggest you take up on his offer." For [censored] sake, Mieux, just say yes, dammit.

The Colonel held a smile -- a demanding challenge, to say the least.

[brenden casey]

Don Frank Vercelotti

"Alright..we have a deal. Just tell your thugs not to cause any trouble in my casino." Alex agreed, rubbing his chin.

"Excellent!" Frank burst in excitement. Finally a source of revenue. I can get this thing running back to it's former glory. I knew I'd make a good boss. I knew it! "My *thugs* won't be causing any trouble. Only providing security, which, thanks to the help of Director William Snowe, will be the most well armed security force in the city, probably even the best on this side of the country!" the Don enthused with Alex, taking a long drag of his almost finished cigar.

He then pushed down the button on the P.A system. "Men! We have good news at last! We've finally acquired a racket, a big one too! I need about ten of you guys to head down to the CAPone Casino immediately. As of now, you shall be stationed to protect the place." Frank announced over the system, finally letting the button go.

He struggled to hold back his enthusiasm. Soon we'll take other rackets. Then the [censored] lobby won't be as crowded as before. All those bozos hang around there, doing nothing. the Don planned.

"Oh yes, and; I'll have a chem dealer hang around outside the casino too. Helps business." Frank added cooly.

[Susan Elizabeth]

Lyn Grave

Lyn marched her band of mirelurks into the city. Her headache was dying down, as the effort needed to keep the mirelurks in line lessened, and she was in a cheery mood. Before long, a securitron took notice of the mirelurks and approached her. "Please be advised, wild animals are not allowed in the city." The securitron droned in it's robotic voice. Crap, I know gramps taught me some security overrides for robots...gah, what were they? She pondered for about a minute, before recalling one of the codes. "1C 3C R34 M." Lyn cautiously recited. The securitron responded with an odd buzzing noise, before replying "Have a nice day" and rolling away. Score! she thought as she made her way back the the mafia building. She walked into the building, with the stares of those that remembered her burning into her. Their attention was quickly averted as they noticed the much larger number of mirelurks following her. Many of the people panicked, and cowered wherever they could find cover. Lyn shrugged and nonchalantly walked to the stairs for the basemant. Lyn opened up the door to the stairs, and led the group down. The basemant was dark, and there were crates scattered around the ground. She ordered the mirelurks to unpack their nest here. As the mirelurks began to disperse to their tasks, Lyn heard two screams. A womans, followed by a mans. Lyn followed the source of the sound behind two crates, to find what looked to be a couple that was in the process of getting intimate. "You may want to leave. The Don has allowed me to house my friends down here." Lyn stated calmly. The panicked couple looked at each other, then bolted for the stairs. Lyn watched for a while as the mirelurks got their nest put together, with her curiosity itching her as she looked at the crates. I wonder what's in these? She thought as she opened one up. She felt like a kid in a candy store as she looked at the guns in the crate. The gun that really caught her eye was an impressive looking sniper rifle. She fought back her urge to play with the guns, repeating to herself that they were not hers. The mirelurks had finished setting up by that time, so Lyn set them to work packing the crates into a corner. Lyn nodded, figuring that they would be fine for now, and as a finishing touch, instructed them all to stay off the stairs, and to not go upstairs. Lyn then headed up, with her two wolves at her side, as they always were, to report back to the Don. Lyn opened the door to the Don's office and walked in. She gave Frank a quick salute, before stating "Your new recruits are awaiting further orders." Then, she noticed Alex. "Hey, our meeting was cut short earlier. I don't think I caught your name."

OOC: Extended for ya

[Milad Hajipour]

OOC: Might aswell extend that post to the point where you actually enter the office Ramendia.

[Tikarma Vodicka-McPherson]

Alexander Scalatti

"Oh yes, and; I'll have a chem dealer hang around outside the casino too. Helps business."

Alex wrinkled his face, "I don't really believe in Chem use, but fine. I really don't want junkies in the casino. It's a really long story." Alex stood up and tucked the chair under the desk. He then reached his hand out to shake the Don's hand.

"Oh by the way, I well, smuggle weapons and just about anything inside and out of the city. I can let you in on that if you wish."