[Rachel Tyson]

OOC: Colonel Martyr, you have got me hooked to the Swing Era Glenn Miller for the win

Alexander Scalatti

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2S1I_ien6A "Now thats American music! The swing era, if only I was born during that time. No commies, freedom, America was booming. God Bless the good ol' USA!"

Ann was also tapping her feet as well. "Well, I like this music, but I think that Gene Austin is better."

"Exactly. Asking us to demilitarize is like saying, 'Hi, we're defenseless, please take over Antium.' No I'm not doing that. But until I step down as Director, I will try my best to keep the peace and help New Manhattan."

Alex turned the chair around. "Help New Manhattan, thats a joke. It can't and never will be cleared out. You got skags everywhere and hokers, con artists, and traders everywhere. But you know what? Thats whats so beautiful about this city. This city is a gleaming jewel in the middle of the wastes. I have seen it grow from a tiny slaver outpost to a major city. I came here as a slave back when I was 14, now, I am 25 and a rich buisnessman."

[sara OMAR]

Jonathan heard about Arcadia the next day by a merchant coming back to New Manhattan

"Arcadia is a shining jewel in the war ravaged NYC!" He announced with pride

"Okay then,ill head over there." he said,hopefully getting far away from that merchant as possible

"Here" Jonathan said to the merchant "Take my things,you got anything i can have?"

"Ya,I got around 190 caps,here ya go." He poured the caps into his palm.

After about two hours of a maze walking toward Arcadia,he reached the outer-wall.

A megaphone came on

"HAND OVER ALL YOUR WEAPONS TO THE GUARD!" It yelled

Jonathan complied to the mysterious voice,and he handed his guns over.

"THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION! WELCOME ARCADIA!" The big metal gates slid

When the closed,a world closed off from Jonathan opened.

[Taylah Haines]

Director William Snowe

"Your definition of beautiful is...difficult," William said, contemplating what he had heard. Never in his life has he ever heard gambling, con artists, and all the sins of the world grouped up in one place, and then that place being called "beautiful."

Yes William allowed gambling in his city but only because he wanted to keep his citizens more free and lively. William laughed quietly. "Under your leadership Alex, Bridgeport will fall. Not by me but by yourself. Just keep going..." He checked his PDA and V-L 1-3 showed a perfect view of New Manhattan. Many buildings were repaired from the war a month ago and many citizens have been reverting back to their normal lives before William showed himself.

The sight alone made him want to attack New Manhattan again. Eliminate all the factions and gain totalitarian control of the North East coast. But it was too late for that.

"In any case, the offer stands. I will sign a treaty that allows peace between our cities but disarmament simply will not happen. Remember that none of us are in a position to attack anybody without every other faction destroying their city."

[Sweet Blighty]

Mieux looked at the diagram of Manhattan island, in truth it was a modified diarama. Mieux had been putting up walls and various little representation pieces. He looked at it, touching it lovingly, this diorama was not just a diorama, he actually controlled it all. His heart was aburst with joy. With the collective knowledge of the pre-war world in his super computers, he was able to educate himself and the squatters in his area, and in turn, they became civilized. His citizens were told to abadon their 'tribal' clothes as he called them, and had them adorned in pre-war clothing. He had given alot, money, food, water, electricity, education. 'A chance' Mieux thought, 'a chance to rebuild the old world. To long have these people suffered the mistakes of....the government' the words 'the government were thought with venom. There was a reason he didn't sign up with the Enclave when the Sutle he knew back then offered it, Mieux was certiantly cold, but the government did nothing as they knew war was brinking on the horizon. It was at that point he realized he fought for a cause back in Anchorage that only the young believed in. The old using that cause to manipulate the young to make money. That was when he decided to make his plans to 'rebuild, re-educate, and reignite'. He was happy, his plans had survived, not by skill, though that played a part. No, alot of his survival was pure luck. His plans a roulette wheel, it's success a ball on the wheel, ever spinning, where the ball landed, no one knew, not even he. But he was always willing to add a little bias to the wheel when he could.

[Matt Bigelow]

Sutler entered the Command Center and strode down down the few steps onto the main floor, with Granite rapidly approaching Sutler felt it was time to contact Miuex again to make his new pitch, he picked up the receiver and motioned to the technician to contact Miuex's radio communication system. Sutler tapped his foot impatiently, he had no idea what to offer Miuex if anything in return.

"Arcadia, this is the Enclave wishing to speak directly to Mr Miuex, repeat, this is the Enclave wishing to speak directly to Mr Miuex. Is he available? Over."

[Danel]

OOC: All communications run throught my super computer in my office to imagine it's size, imagine two or three mainframes (Like the one in Project Purity) and various screens, one has a keyboard for command inputs, and a screen directly in front of the keyboard to show what the users primary focus at the moment is.

Mieux looked up from his diorama mildly annoyed, sort of like when one is awoken from a dream, he heard the second broadcast, cocked his eye and said aloud to himself, "Hmm, looks like Sutler wants something from me, let's hope it isn't anything extreme." He was still 'loosely' dressed, his dress shirt was with no tie, his coat and tie on the couch. He walked over to the terminal in his office, the plush carpet sending a comfortable and enjoyable experience through his bare arches as he entered his office. He sat in his cushy black armchair and clicked some keys on his terminal "Ah, Sutler my good man! This call has been a long time coming hasn't it? We haven't spoken since Snowes.....agression. In any case, what can I do for you my friend?"

[NO suckers In Here]

OOC: That song, Sing Sing Sing, is the most complicated music I have ever heard. Swing Era music is the best lol

Alexander Scalatti

"Under your leadership Alex, Bridgeport will fall. Not by me but by yourself. Just keep going..."

Alex glared. "No, my city is doing fine. I've got Lake Federation and Commonwealth traders streaming into the city. I have a no tax policy. And lemme clear something up, I am not the leader. I don't have that kind of capability. I'm just the richest trader who has major influence on the city. Harris, my mutant friend, and Lyn, technically rule the city, but kinda do what I say ya' know."

"In any case, the offer stands. I will sign a treaty that allows peace between our cities but disarmament simply will not happen. Remember that none of us are in a position to attack anybody without every other faction destroying their city."

Alex sighed. "Damn, I don't trust you at all, but Bridgeport will join this [censored] alliance under ONE condition. I don't want ANY attacks on Bridgeport, or any other city. If you do attack, I will call up John Fairfield, and he will unleash hell. People in the Lake Federation still hate you ya' know."

[Thema]

"Ah, Sutler my good man! This call has been a long time coming hasn't it? We haven't spoken since Snowes.....agression. In any case, what can I do for you my friend?"

Sutler was puzzled by Miuex's genial nature to him but continued un-peturbed.

"You mentioned to me on the night of the GP attack that you had some kind of access route to an old military installation, I want access to this facility and to discuss anything it contains."

OOC: Sorry for the huge wait Martyr

[Sammygirl]

When Jonathan arrived in Arcadia,he was at the least amazed,he had only seen things like this on pictures he had found around the American wasteland.

"Hey kid! You can have the genuine Vault-Tec Snow Globe for only 7000 caps!" Said some merchant

"I only have 190 caps...." Jonathan replied

"Then SCRAM!" he yelled

[Richus Dude]

Empire News

Chuck: "Hello everyone! Welcome to the Empire Show! Today, our usual board is not here right now, instead, we will be interviewing Lake Federation Vice President Donald Crosby! Good afternoon Donald, I'm sure you're fine right now."

Donald: "Thanks Chuck, GOOD AFTERNOON NEW MANHATTAN!"

Chuck: Laughs. "You sure are charismatic."

Donald: "Thanks, anyways, so, ask me any question."

Chuck: "Well, William, that idiot, attacked your wonderful city of Laketon. How is the rebuilding going?"

Donald: "Well. The entire city was hit, but most of the buildings are still standing, albeit damaged. The capital building is all but completed, and now we have to rebuild the rest of the city."

Chuck: "Good to hear, here is a question from Erick in New Manhattan, quote, why is your country so big?"

Donald: "Freedom, freedom, and more freedom. We keep the roads clear, we have great living standards, and low taxes. You won't get attacked every time you leave your house."

Chuck: "Oh, we're out of time Donald."

Donald: "Already? Ah [censored], well, see you anytime Chuck."

Chuck: "Alright listeners, wasn't that nice? Anyways, don't be listening to that crappy Radio Arcadia [censored] or whatever its called. Listen to us, the only true pre-war radio station. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lD1Fjird9XI&feature=related

[Kelly Osbourne Kelly]

Mieux rubbed his chin, he made a mental reminder to shave, he felt some stubble on his chin, "Well, you could, but only you and a small team of troops. The vault itself is nothing special,roughly nine to ten rooms, the outside is sort of a 'mini-vault' door, inpenetrable once sealed, but the inside, as per my enjoyment, is a manor with a spare mainframe terminal, though it remains offline lest I activate, which can only be done physically, so you'll have to ride in the old metro car with me. But the installation, as I recall, was a supply depot, so it isnt inconceivable to find uniforms, a fuel, miltary jeeps and cargo trucks, things of that nature, and, if you're lucky, there may be some usable REM (Ready to eat meals) rations for troops preparing to deploy. But in any case, your free to use the base at your leisure since it is technically abandoned, or even more so, your property since it was government property. But most of the Pre-War soldier uniforms were salvaged a few years back when I established the military for Arcadia. But swing by Arcadia, and you and I can explore the base, along with some troops of yours. Sound fair?

OOC: My military is modeled after the Pre-War military, which I envision dressing like the 1940's American G.I. both formally and combat wise, and since my soldiers arent at war at the moment, they wear their dress uniforms when on duty, apart from the recruits, they wear the old 1940s combat fatigues, and wear Combat Armor when training. Arcadia's banner is the old world flag, which Mieux replicates, so the flags in the city are old USA flags (Old as in Fallout world flags, so it's the circle of stars with a center star)

[Maeva]

OOC: That song, Sing Sing Sing, is the most complicated music I have ever heard. Swing Era music is the best lol

Alexander Scalatti

"Under your leadership Alex, Bridgeport will fall. Not by me but by yourself. Just keep going..."

Alex glared. "No, my city is doing fine. I've got Lake Federation and Commonwealth traders streaming into the city. I have a no tax policy. And lemme clear something up, I am not the leader. I don't have that kind of capability. I'm just the richest trader who has major influence on the city. Harris, my mutant friend, and Lyn, technically rule the city, but kinda do what I say ya' know."

"In any case, the offer stands. I will sign a treaty that allows peace between our cities but disarmament simply will not happen. Remember that none of us are in a position to attack anybody without every other faction destroying their city."

Alex sighed. "Damn, I don't trust you at all, but Bridgeport will join this [censored] alliance under ONE condition. I don't want ANY attacks on Bridgeport, or any other city. If you do attack, I will call up John Fairfield, and he will unleash hell. People in the Lake Federation still hate you ya' know."

For Dark's reply.

[Anthony Diaz]

Director William Snowe

"Damn, I don't trust you at all, but Bridgeport will join this [censored] alliance under ONE condition. I don't want ANY attacks on Bridgeport, or any other city. If you do attack, I will call up John Fairfield, and he will unleash hell. People in the Lake Federation still hate you ya' know."

William nodded. "Again, I'm in no position to attack. My army exists only to protect Antium...at least until the Great Wall is finished. Then...well disarmament of my Securitron army would be possible."

He looked through his PDA again, it was about time to leave for Sonia's check up. William shook Alex's hand. "It was great discussing...terms again Mr. Scalatti, I wish you, your wife, and your city good fortune."

William started to head out before he turned back. "Alex, you're city will be consumed by the Federation. And neither of us have enough power to kill that cancer."

[Chris Jones]

Alexander Scalatti

William started to head out before he turned back. "Alex, you're city will be consumed by the Federation. And neither of us have enough power to kill that cancer."

"Rather them than you."

Alex lit up a cigar and began to smoke. Ann grabbed a old pre-war newspaper.

[gemma]

OOC: You guys are still in my house, right?

[Eve(G)]

OOC: Yes

[Shirley BEltran]

"Well, you could, but only you and a small team of troops. The vault itself is nothing special,roughly nine to ten rooms, the outside is sort of a 'mini-vault' door, inpenetrable once sealed, but the inside, as per my enjoyment, is a manor with a spare mainframe terminal, though it remains offline lest I activate, which can only be done physically, so you'll have to ride in the old metro car with me. But the installation, as I recall, was a supply depot, so it isnt inconceivable to find uniforms, a fuel, miltary jeeps and cargo trucks, things of that nature, and, if you're lucky, there may be some usable REM rations for troops preparing to deploy. But in any case, your free to use the base at your leisure since it is technically abandoned, or even more so, your property since it was government property. But most of the Pre-War soldier uniforms were salvaged a few years back when I established the military for Arcadia. But swing by Arcadia, and you and I can explore the base, along with some troops of yours. Sound fair?"

Sutler listened. "That sounds satisfactory, I have no need for pre-war uniforms, salvaged equipment from the Vault can be used to manufacture clothing and of course our scientists rendered combat armour obselete two centruies ago; however, as you know, I have an influx of citizens approaching, the military vehicles will prove useful, as may the building itself in time. I shall contact you tomorrow to arrange a time for my arrival."

OOC: Sorry for the short post, this may be my final post for the next 12 hours but I will try and post a bit later.

[Claire]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - Mayoral Estate, New Manhattan

The Mayor watched as his guests exchanged harsh words with one another. Once they had finished, and William had left, Alex cooled down and picked up a newspaper, while Frank continued stroking Lyns smooth, brown hair.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" he whispered in her ear jokingly. He had resigned himself to the fact that there was no point getting rid of either William and Alex; as he enjoyed their company just as much as he did that of Lyns.

"So Alex, aren't you planning on any offspring?" he asked nonchalantly, still brushing Lyns hair with his hand as she snuggled close to his well dressed body. "I mean, think of all the money you've got stored. You wouldn't want it to go to waste, would you? You need an heir." the Mayor suggested, his keen and calculating mind now making plans for the future of his friend as well. "You and Ann should get bangin'!" he chuckled, offering Ann a sideways glance. Realizing this joke was not appropriate he apologized quickly. "Sorry, musta been the wine." he shrugged.

[Karine laverre]

Mieux made a sigh, "I don't think your quite understanding Sutler, it's not a Vault vault, more a personal bunker. So nothing in there will be of use that I can spare, theres an air filter and an unirradiated food stash, but It's all for me in case a contingency is ever needed, but, to access the base itself, we wont be going through the blast doors, we'll simply exit the metro cars, head out onto the mesanine, open the exterior blast doors, and open sesame. I trust you'll be coming immediately? Well then, don't tarry, I'll alert the soldiers of your intended arrival. Until we next, Mr. President." He turned off the comm radio and got back up, staring at the morning sun over his city, the skeleton of the old city outside his walls a reminder of a generation only a few truly remembered. He gave another sigh, this one not annoyed, a more longing tone. Sometimes he wished he had died during the bombs, but his greed for life refused him to do so.

[Alisha Clarke]

Alexander Scalatti-Mayor's estate

"So Alex, aren't you planning on any offspring?" he asked nonchalantly, still brushing Lyns hair with his hand as she snuggled close to his well dressed body. "I mean, think of all the money you've got stored. You wouldn't want it to go to waste, would you? You need an heir." the Mayor suggested, his keen and calculating mind now making plans for the future of his friend as well. "You and Ann should get bangin'!" he chuckled, offering Ann a sideways glance. Realizing this joke was not appropriate he apologized quickly. "Sorry, musta been the wine." he shrugged.

"Its fine, uh." Alex glanced over at Ann, who was looking slightly uncomfortable. "We've been, planning, recently, but we're waiting for all of these troubles to subside. I don't want a baby in the middle of a war."

"Yeah, Alex is right, just waiting." Ann chimed in.

Empire News

Todd: "Hi everyone! Welcome to Empire News and Radio! We have yet another new reporter, Peter Vellate on the scene of Antium, the Lenin paradise! Hey Peter, tell me whats going on?"

Peter: "Thanks Todd, I am at the scene of a wall building, the commies are not aware of my presence."

Guard: "HEY! NO RADIOS!"

Peter: "Um, well, uh, i'm Peter, I am a news reporter. How's the wall going?"

Guard: "I said it once, No journalists allowed except for selected radio groups."

Peter: "Free speech man...."

Guard: "We don't believe that, one more chance."

Peter: "[censored] you.."

Gun shots are heard through the radio.

Todd: "[censored] [censored] Mother[censored] commie [censored] damn [censored]! God Damnit!!! Another reporter!!!" Takes a deep breath. "Sorry, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJE-onnw2gM

[Noely Ulloa]

Mieux turned up his radio, he couldnt help but chuckle, an AI and live DJs competing, but Mr. Utopia was programmed to be cool, calm, suave. A ladies man. He listened in,

"Good morning Arcadia, the sun is about to rise, I bet you're feeling alone, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll always be here, just for you." Mieux chuckled, he was a clever program, that was assured, and a smooth one too. "Now, time for a little news, scheduled to come visit Arcadia today is the President of the Enclave, President Sutler. For reasons undisclosed, he'll be meeting with Mr. Mieux, the enigmatic and benevolent leader of this fine city. But, I'd like to remind you all not pick fights with Enclave soldiers, remember, your safety is our purpose. That message was brought to you by Fancy Lad Snack Cakes. When your kids have finished their Salisbury Steaks and drank all their milk, why not spoil their taste buds with a real treat? Treat your boys like the Fancy Lads they are." The AI program was actually a left over 'commercial bot' from before the War, but with a few tweaks in the voice, and reprogramming, Mieux turned him into a full fledged charming DJ, and he's been running strong for ten years. Mr. Utopia began again, "Say folks, have you ever seen a homeless man down on his luck? Did you just pass him buy? Well you shouldnt, because when that man asks for a dime, he might just turn that dime to millions, and you'll be the begger he'll help. Here's Bing Crosby with a personal favorite of Mr. Mieux's,http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZHEkU__Ijw Sing on Bing, sing on." The radio went on to play, and Mieux sang aloud to the song, a song that always struck a chord with him.

[Lauren Dale]

After winning 7000 caps in a Casino,buying a small apartment,furniture,and some food+water,He applied for the Arcadia Military.After an hour of the Question=Answer with the Recruiter.He finally got accepted.

"Okay Jonathan Murray,your serial number is 678452056,DO NOT FORGET IT! It may save your life!" He barked

"Thanks!" Jonathan Replied as he headed back to his Apartment,happy that he would go to the military training camp the next day.

[Eoh]

NSU Command - Horizon Square, Antium

"We really have to deal with these radio reporters..." The NSU Chairman said with a sigh as he watched yet another reporter be gunned down by the guards. Antium Station, using a Pre-War short range radio station, was the dominant station on the air that everybody tuned into.

The Empire News Radio was preaching about democratic values, something Antium simply doesn't need. The Chairman smiled. "We're sending Nexus to...talk with the Mayor of Radioville."

Director William Snowe - Zodiac Tower Radio Floor, Antium

Sonia was in the clinic level of the tower and William had to appear in Antium Radio. He relaxed on a very comfortable couch in pretty bad condition considering much of the broadcast level wasn't fully renovated.

William spoke into the mike in a very smooth and eloquent voice. "Hello citizens of Antium, this is your Director speaking. As many of you know, New Manhattan is slowly turning into the poverty stricken area before our appearance. Poverty may lead to regular problems but also may exist in the form of attacking other cities and towns. Because of this, every citizen of age 16-18 MUST take a marksmanship class in Antium High School and upon graduating High School and NOT going to Antium Engineering Science & Tactics courses, they must join the military."

He looked at the manuscript and kept going. "In other news, one more Empire News Radio reporter has been shot near the construction site of the Great Legion Wall. We advise citizens NOT to form a militia as it may cause tensions between the New Manhattan Alliance and Antium to rise. The fine people of Antium radio now bring you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7AZIvDD5Lw.

[Melis Hristina]

Empire News

Todd Beneke: "Sorry about that, I suffered a small heart attack. I'm fine, but I will be giving the radio over to my buddy Chalk Walker, thanks for doing this Chuck."

Chuck: "Hey, its not deal man, alright, here is some news. Bridgeport profits are skyrocketing. Lake Federation traders love the no tax policy. We had a trader talk to our ground crew.

Trader: "Oh man, I love it here, no taxes, a big market to sell in, its safe here, its a small city, no military except for Lake Federation military police and mutant guards, but its as safe as heck here."

Chuck: "Arcadia is also doing fine as well, its recovered from the attack. And in other news, Lake Federation food shipments to New Manhattan have started again. People were cheering as the cheap food caravan poured into the city, within minutes, all of the food was gone. Thanks for listening to this news broadcast, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2S1I_ien6A

[Iain Lamb]

Mieux Tower- Mieux's Secure Penthouse

Staring over the slowly encroaching dawn, Mieux drank a cold glass of water, watching a Pre-War show, his penthouse set up to play any old TV show that was on during the War, at the moment he watched another episode of Captain Cosmos, he was half watching, half listening and half thinking. He was hoping Alex had gotten his invitation to come up to the penthouse, this would be a private meeting between the two. His courier had a small envelope, a small formal card saying,

'Mr. Scalatti,

Come to my penthouse, I want to talk to you. It's rather important, and involves the outcome of your life.

- Mieux'

While he awaited for news of Alex arriving, if he'd arrive at all, he cleared his mind, living in a nostalgia only he truly remembered.