[Robert Garcia]

OOC: This whole wedding thing will be perfect for would be assassins to drop in and try to assassinate William or Sonia. Just saying for the record.
Director William Snowe

"We got to tell the Don!" Sonia whispered sternly, still in William's embrace. The Director nodded. "We need protection from assassins, a church or at least some building, and funding among other things."

The two, still holding hands after a bit of a kiss and make-up session, headed down to the Don's office one more time. There, the two witnessed the birth of an alliance of Alex and Don Frank Vercelotti, a somewhat startling occasion. William cleared his throat. "Don, forging an alliance with the most wanted criminal in my organization without my knowing about it? Bad form...very bad form indeed."

William stayed silent with a deathly glare, a glare that usually meant somebody was going to die. But he warmed up and laughed a bit with Sonia also giggling quietly. "But in any case, this is great news! Alex's criminal record was burnt anyways and Sonia isn't looking to do more paperwork..."

The two were silent again before Sonia spoke up, blushing as she did. "William and I are getting married tomorrow and...I'd like it if there was some bodyguards..."

[Queen]

Lyn Grave

As Lyn waited for a response from Frank, she noticed a couple walk in to join the meeting. As was usual, Lyn didn't pay attention to what they said, until an interesting tidbit came out.

"William and I are getting married tomorrow and...I'd like it if there was some bodyguards..." The woman said.

"My mirelurks would make great bodyguards!" Lyn blurted out.

[Rudi Carter]

Mieux, sitting at a corner table, holding up an empty shot glass and inspecting it's cleanliness, then pouring a glass of wine, seeming only midly interested in Adams addressing him. "Mr. Adams, I clearly instructed we will not be discussing business tonight, I merely came so we could get to know each other in a more casual manner." He took a sip of the wine, "Gah, a bit strong. Anyway, tommorow is business, I've discussed business for the past 230 odd years of my life, let's not squander our burgeoning friendship Colonel." He got up and spoke lightly into the Colonels ear, "I monitored your governments transmissions with the intentions of finding the right candidate. Your president, no offense intended, is a boor, you hower, the right ambitions, a much more calm manner." Mieux placed one hand in pocket, the other rubbing his jaw a second, scratching an itch, then said calmly "As I said, you are my mediator Colonel. When you're finished speaking with your President," He handed a key card to Adams, "That will give you access to the penthouse, come meet me there. Au Revoir Colonel."

After leaving the Colonel Adams, he went to his private penthouse, changing into a dark brown double briasted suit with a red tie and white dress shirt, he headed down to the entertainment area to casually playing golf on an old Pre-War executive golf mat, between each putt, he would observe the giant monitors overhead, checking various cameras. He sipped a glass of scotch from a nearby table. Using the club as a walking cane, he strolled over to the shatter resistant glass and looked down at the husk of what was once New York City. It had never been something he could truly live with, his memory of life before the war would always be with him. Seeing the city mostly dark was always eerie to him. Yet, his heart spurned with jealousy as he quickly turned back to his golf mat, irked at seeing New Manhattan. He wanted it and they failed to give in, which made him annoyed. "It's only a matter of time before they are annexed" he said under his breath. Calming himself down, he went back to his game of putting, waiting for the good Colonel to meet him.

[Eric Hayes]

OOC:

Whoops, ignore this

[Andrea P]

Evander Jamison


Butler had called in a jet fighter, and as it bombarded the Brotherhood, Evander was caught by a stray and rendered unconscious.

OOC: Planning on focusing on the other threads and my own damn fan-fic, you guys will be fine without me. Hope you guys the best, and I'll be back.

[Benji]

Sutler heard everything down the radio, he heard Mr Miluex leaved and then he continued speaking to Adams.

"This man both distrurbs and annoys me, I need you back at your post as soon as possible Adams, deal with this fool as quickly as possible and don't ever let him 'Instruct' you to do anything ever again! We discuss terms, everything is on our terms, we have nothing to fear from a hotelier. Over."

[Kelsey Hall]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Alex cringed his face at the mention of chem dealers. "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." he explained. After a brief handshake between the two he added "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."

Franks gleam widened. "We used to do that stuff, till the war broke out. We got a whole bunch of empty warehouses. Up the ante on your end so you get a bigger shipment and use our warehouses as storage." the Don plotted, the cogs of his criminal mind deep in action.

While they were speaking, Lyn entered the room, giving a quick salute and asking for the latest orders for the "newest recruits" referring to the Mirelurks. Frank liked her perky attitude and opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, William burst into the room followed by Sonia, both of which had an excited expression. Until they saw Alex, and overheard them speaking. "Don, forging an alliance with the most wanted criminal in my organization without my knowing about it? Bad form...very bad form indeed." William said, sounding disappointed.

The Don's eyes darted across to them. Criminal? Him? Well what do you think I am? A flippin' Saint? "Listen Director. Let's bury the hatchet here." Frank said, putting out the butt of his cigar in his ashtray before getting up from his seat. He moved towards the couple causally, explaining the situation. "Alex may have done you guys wrong in the past. But he's come to make amends. Amends in the form of a permanent and viable source of income for the Family." the Don continued, placing his arm around Williams shoulder. "As you know, we've suffered greatly, as a result of the war. We need some income, or your allies will become absolutely penniless." he completed.

William remained silent for a moment, but later warmed up to the idea, exchanging some laughter with his fiance. "William and I are getting married tomorrow and...I'd like it if there was some bodyguards..." Sonia informed, her voice sounding much happier than it had before.

Before Frank could respond, Lyn blurted out; "My mirelurks would make great bodyguards!"

The Don cringed and slapped his forehead. They don't know about the Mirelurks. They're the ones who don't want them in town to begin with. Why do I keep getting in deeper [censored] by the minute?


"Th-that's a good idea Lyn" Frank answered finally. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you fellas. William, Sonia, this is Lyn. She's our newest associate. She has certain... powers." he explained tentatively. "She can control animals. Currently those animals being mirelurks. Although I doubt they'd make the wedding look good, they'd be good protection. We'll have them in the background." he ordered.

"William, Sonia" Frank called solemnly. "I congratulate the two of you with all my heart. For your wedding, my gift to you will be my personal Elite Mafia Squad." he informed. "They are to become your personal bodyguards whenever you may wish. William, Im sure you've seen just how efficient they are" he nudged. The Don then called the maid to bring in champagne. She brought it in and poured each person a glass. Frank handed everyone a glass and toasted. "To William and Sonia!"

[Kayla Keizer]

Lake Federation.

"Sir."
The general awakened from his deep sleep. He dragged himself out of bed and turned to the officer. "What?"
"The wall is finished."

The general donned his trench-coat and left his cabin. The Lake Federation flag was flying proudly in the middle of the square. "The wall looks good, New Rabitton can thrive now."

Ever since the Lake Federation retreated from New Manhattan, they had been rebuilding Rabithead, now New Rabitton. It had around 150 colonists, and around 500 soldiers. Most of the howitzers were destroyed during the failed assult, but they still had 5.

"When is the caravan from Laketon arriving?"
"Today sir."
"Good."

The general proceded to walk into the town hall.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex picked up the glass and toasted as well. "Damn, I still remember my wedding, back in '79. I was just 21 at the time." Alex walked over to William and took out a cigar. He took a puff and began to speak.

"I know we got off to a bad start, but I won't attack anyone at their wedding. So, as protection, I will send some mercs from Ghoul High, pre-war snipers. They have the best shot I have ever seen. Trained for the assult on Beijing, it never happened because of the war. They are US army trained."

[Alycia Leann grace]

The words flowed from Mieux’s mouth like a melody; he was by far the most elegantly spoken man Adams ever had the pleasure to listen to. The Colonel had to fight off a chuckle at ‘your president is a boor’. That’s one I got to use one day.

Adams grasped the key card in his meaty had – it felt as if he’d been given a great deal of power.

“Of course, Mr. Miux. I bid you good day,” he said with a pleasant smile, before the radio began to cackle again. Adams could almost feel the anger and venom in President Sutler’s words.

“This man both distrurbs and annoys me, I need you back at your post as soon as possible Adams, deal with this fool as quickly as possible and don't ever let him 'Instruct' you to do anything ever again! We discuss terms, everything is on our terms, we have nothing to fear from a hotelier. Over."

“Mr. President, you disappoint me. How weak do you think I am? This man, Mr. Mieux, I am not phased by his power. I will not be twisted and shaped at his discretion. Do not fret, for the Enclave will emerge victorious yet again,” he said, taking a quick sip of water before continuing. “Now, how does the operation fair at your end? Have you extracted all necessary technology and knowledge from the Vault? Over.”

[Skivs]

After giving it much thought for a few minutes, Mieux placed his putter against the wall and sat at his desk, intercepting the Enclaves transmissions, deciding not to tip against the calculus of power, he spoke over the radio, interupting the Colonel and the Presidents transmissions. "Hello Mr. President, I'm Mr. Mieux. I know you want Adams to stand firm against my 'attempts to twist him my way', but I assure you, I have no intentions to play puppeteer. And before you sound that angry blowhard yawp at me, I feel I should make note, the reason I've decided not to speak with you, is you are an unegotiable blowhard, and secondly, I'm being a good host, what good is treating a guest, an ambassador no less, to all the luxuries I can offer." He sighed a mildly annoyed sigh, "But, if you're THAT determined to know what we discuss. Come here tonight, there are still four hours until midnight, and our meeting is scheduled at 9:30 AM, so if you come here immediately, I'll be delighted to compensate you the same luxuries as the Colonel, all on the house of course. As to terms? When we discuss them tommorow, I think you'll find them more than fair." He sat further back in his chair, awaiting whether the President would accept this sudden invitation.

[Zosia Cetnar]

OOC: Just to be clear, would Adams be able to hear Mieux the same way in which Sulter could?

[Amber Ably]

OOC: Hold on just a sec. What time is it in the RP right now? According to my mental clock it should be around early evening. Like 6 or 7 or so..

[Kira! :)))]

OOC: judging by Colonel's post, about 8, but it doesn't really matter. RPs aren't always totally chronological, and Frank is not in the same scene as the Enclave and Mieux, so I it should be fine to post as if it's early evening where you are.

[Emily Jeffs]

Lake Federation.

"Sir."
The general awakened from his deep sleep. He dragged himself out of bed and turned to the officer. "What?"
"The wall is finished."

The general donned his trench-coat and left his cabin. The Lake Federation flag was flying proudly in the middle of the square. "The wall looks good, New Rabitton can thrive now."

Ever since the Lake Federation retreated from New Manhattan, they had been rebuilding Rabithead, now New Rabitton. It had around 150 colonists, and around 500 soldiers. Most of the howitzers were destroyed during the failed assult, but they still had 5.

"When is the caravan from Laketon arriving?"
"Today sir."
"Good."

The general proceded to walk into the town hall.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex picked up the glass and toasted as well. "Damn, I still remember my wedding, back in '79. I was just 21 at the time." Alex walked over to William and took out a cigar. He took a puff and began to speak.

"I know we got off to a bad start, but I won't attack anyone at their wedding. So, as protection, I will send some mercs from Ghoul High, pre-war snipers. They have the best shot I have ever seen. Trained for the assult on Beijing, it never happened because of the war. They are US army trained."

[quinnnn]

OOC: Just to be clear, would Adams be able to hear Mieux the same way in which Sulter could?

OOC: Yeah, it's not like the previous one. This one I'm imagining is more like Ham Radio, so I'm speaking then listening to replies. So it's no big deal. So you can reply too . Basically I'm trying to cover my ass so I dont end up knee deep in assault teams attacking me :laugh:

@Holy- I try avoiding using time in Role plays for this very reason, it causes confusion, but I'm treatings like Chris is saying, different scenes=different time frames. We could say its 6-7 though, I was just worried if I set it during light hours, it would feel like 5 mins after they left the vault, but it everyones okay with it, we can just go on its 6-7 PM. :foodndrink:

[Dan Stevens]

OOC: Well the way I saw it, Adams and Miluex were in the same room, Adams offering a military hand held radio to Miluex which was obviously on and Sutler heard Miluex talking, so when Sutler heard a door close when Miluex left he continued speaking... or am I wrong in someway?

Will reply soon Colonel, have to do a bit of hoovering and polish the bathroom for tomorrow.

[Joe Alvarado]

OOC: Well the way I saw it, Adams and Miluex were in the same room, Adams offering a military hand held radio to Miluex which was obviously on and Sutler heard Miluex talking, so when Sutler heard a door close when Miluex left he continued speaking... or am I wrong in someway?

Will reply soon Colonel, have to do a bit of hoovering and polish the bathroom for tomorrow.

OOC:Halfway wrong, but not by much. I'm using all the high tech gizmos in my penthouse to join in, only it isnt forced jamming like it was in thread 4. This is just basically finding the signal and merging into the communication, similiar to ham radio.

[Dewayne Quattlebaum]

OOC:Halfway wrong, but not by much. I'm using all the high tech gizmos in my penthouse to join in, only it isnt forced jamming like it was in thread 4. This is just basically finding the signal and merging into the communication, similiar to ham radio.

What's the difference?

[tegan fiamengo]

Lyn Grave

"Th-that's a good idea Lyn" Frank answered. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you fellas. William, Sonia, this is Lyn. She's our newest associate. She has certain... powers." he explained tentatively. "She can control animals. Currently those animals being mirelurks. Although I doubt they'd make the wedding look good, they'd be good protection. We'll have them in the background." he ordered.

"I beg to differ. The regular mirelurks wouldn't look good, since their claws wouldn't fit through sleeves, but I could get the mirelurk kings looking spiffy. The kings would look nice in a suit and fedora, I think.". Lyn countered. Lyn agreed with the rest, so didn't respond to the rest, although she nodded in agreement. "Oh, and it's nice to meet you Sonia. I met William earlier."

[Cayal]

"Hello Mr. President, I'm Mr. Mieux. I know you want Adams to stand firm against my 'attempts to twist him my way', but I assure you, I have no intentions to play puppeteer. And before you sound that angry blowhard yawp at me, I feel I should make note, the reason I've decided not to speak with you, is you are an unegotiable blowhard, and secondly, I'm being a good host, what good is treating a guest, an ambassador no less, to all the luxuries I can offer. But, if you're THAT determined to know what we discuss. Come here tonight, there are still four hours until midnight, and our meeting is scheduled at 9:30 AM, so if you come here immediately, I'll be delighted to compensate you the same luxuries as the Colonel, all on the house of course. As to terms? When we discuss them tommorow, I think you'll find them more than fair."

Sutler picked up his radio, chuckling silently at this Mr Miluex.

"Adams an ambassador? Ha! You should listen to his speeches if you want to hear a "blowhard" Mr Miluex. I don't see any reason why you should talk down to me, of course I want to know what you discuss, Adams is no negociator, he is a dog whom a set on my enemies, hell, even then he doesn't do a good job if you look at his past record; I am responsible for the Enclave, for a whole civilisation of human beings, therefore I tend to get curious when a insubordinate, back-stabbing fool like Adams is requested to serve as an ambassador, there are many un-spoken things in the Enclave, things which you certainly won't hear just listening to our radio pvssyr. I shall make my way there as soon as I return home and change into my best uniform, this uniform has grease and oil on it. Be seeing you, Mr Miluex."

Sutler signalled to Carter to open the Vault once the Vertibird was on it's way, Sutler waited cooly for about 3 minutes when the Vertibird, making the return trip from dropping off Adams landed gracefully in Times Square, Sutler clambored aboard it and the magnificent machine took off for home. The old Poseidon Energy Headquarters was about 30 miles away from central Manhattan, a squat building but with many secrets underground, a nearby lake served as the Enclave water supply, once purified of course. Sutler showered and changed quickly, the sooner he was in control the better, he replaced his field uniform (which would be cleaned) with his dress tunic and his ribbons with proper medals, all 18 of them. He transferred the photo of his family into his new tunic and after collecting his cigarettes and lighter he swiftly departed for Arcadia.

It had been less than an hour that he got the invitation when Sutler disembarked from the Vertibird, lifted his cap to smooth his grey, receding hair, he adjusted his glasses and smoothed the front of tunic and medals. He marched smartly into the main building of Miluex's settlement. The entrance hall was traditional and classy, soft classical music played through the speakers and Sutler, once the classical afficionado, struggled to identify it, six years of only the same holotapes which he had saved from Adams Airforce Base, on top of mountains of stressful work had destroyed decades of music. He waited to be greeted by whomever.

[Cody Banks]

Mieux, midly annoyed at continuosly being refered to as Mr. 'Miluex' was left taken aback, Sutler had just made a power play of his own. Mieux was over all, impressed. So impressed, he virtually ignored Adams as he saw the second vertibird land. Justin brought forth two sentry bots from the basemant to guard the entry to his penthouse, one rolled up to Sutler, it's deep and intimidating but commanding voice spoke, "Welcome President Sutler. Under command of Mr. Mieux, founder of Arcadia, I am to give you direct instruction to meet with him immediately, currently, you are unauthorized into any part of his tower until you meet with him. Thank you for visiting, have a nice day." The bot rolled into place in front of Mieuxs special elevator.

Mieux was over all, shocked. He saw the President Sutleras an angry extremist, but this push of force he made over all gave Mieux a new found respect for the President. He made a last minute adjutment, turning on the power to his radio tower, launching Arcadia Radio, which played typical Pre-War music, but in the penthouse, Mieux sat in his main office, Mozart playing gently on his speakers. He figured he had about ten minutes in all before the elevator brought Sutler up here. He grabbed his finest bottle of wine, two plates of the finest cook Brahmin steak spiced with peppers. He was trying to provide the best of everything, not as a formality, but as a sincere apology. He adjusted the coat of his brown suit, making sure it was all perfectly in place. He was embarrassed he had made such a brash judgement based on a few radio interceptions. While he did like Adams and his somewhat decent manners, he was suddenly wondering if he was wrong to assume Adams was better than the President, it's not just anyone would be allowed as President. He was waiting, golf club in hand, at the elevator. The doors parted, President Sutler stepping out, with Mieux to greet him, "Hello Mr. President, Lets head to my entertainment room for a while and let's talk shall we?" Justin asked.

[Aman Bhattal]

OOC: Is the Entertainment Room the same room you gave me the key card for earlier?

[Nicole M]

OOC: Well, kind of. The key goes to the elevator that goes exclusively to my room, and I have the keycard that goes to the basemant and the penthouse. But you're not invited right now, so you're free to relax the night off, this is more like a 'meeting of the titans' kind of deal. xD

@Enclave- I saw your Sander Cohen OOC this morning and burst out laughing :laugh:

[Steph]

The lift doors opened and Sutler stepped out into a scene of exuberant, pre-war luxury, a man whom Sutler assumed to be Mr Miluex approached him.

"Hello Mr. President, lets head to my entertainment room for a while and let's talk shall we?"

Sutler cleared his throat.

"Of course, Mr Miluex, please lead on." Sutler listened to the speakers. "More of a Beethoven man myself, but, huh well, I guess Mozart has his greats too."

[Shae Munro]

OOC: I'm not inviting, but that's not going to do much to stop Adams from storming in. Nah, probably won't, though.