Shireroth

The sun is starting to yearn for the horizon in the west. There are many people hustling to and fro among the beach setting up. There are tents in white and pink stripes already set up and starting to fill with large soft velvet pillows. There is an impressively large outdoor bar nearby where the sand meets the greenery of the inland. The bar is made of the cliché dried bamboo shoots and covered with large dried palm tree leaves. Christmas lights are strung everywhere and teh tekki torches are just being lit. Mass preparations for teh cocktails to be made later tonight are underway. The coconuts are already cut and have a little umbrella in each, awaiting to be filled with mango margaritas.

In the distance, two very sweaty muscular servants are walking from a recently completed stack of logs and driftwood. Ready to be set ablaze when the time is right.

There is a table near the bar with chips, dip, spicy chicken, mangos on a stick ready to be dipped in the chocolate fountain next to it. In the middle of the table resides an ice sculpture of a blue moose, in honor of Shireroth´s national animal.

Time passes and Countess Pandora appears from a tent, adorned in one of her best necklaces. She waves the guests in the distance to come hither. She has the guests gather around the large stack of driftwood.

"My dear guests, thank you so much for coming to my "county warming party! As with the new culture of Alexandretta we shall observe the traditional setting the guests´ attire ablaze ritual! Please, toss all your outfits on to the stack of driftwood and we shall begin!"

Afteous deliberation among the guests all articles of clothing are thrown upon the stack of driftwood. Countess Pandora walks up to the stack and claps her hands twice and "womvvfff" the bonfire begins to burn with rage.

"Got to love the clapper!" smirks Countess Pandora.

Reggae music blares out of no where and the steal drums begin to sing. Servants greet the guests with marti gras beads and the party begins!

My dear Pandora--

Great party!! Everyone is having a wonderful time. You've thought of everything. The food is fabulous--oh, my! a chocolate fountain--and the margaritas are to die for. I love reggae!! Steel drums--great! And what a great bonfire! You'll have to make these parties a regular thing. Everyone will want to come!

*Wanders onto the beach and clutches his head at the blaring raggae*

*Searches various guests for Tylenol*

Ah, it's like being in Politika again! only without the evil people.

*tosses some clothing on the fire*

Hand me a drink! I am here to party!

*is handed a drink and starts drinking it.*

Kiaseress Carol: Thank you so much for coming! *Places marti gras beads around her neck.* Perhaps it will be a frequent thing! If it pleases fellow Shirerithinas. We shall see.

Mr. Baldwin PlantagenetJulii:

*Has one of her servents offer him a bottle of Tylonol on a shinny silver plater. Also on the platter is a bottle of Advil liquid gel caps and a half coconut filled with mango margaritta, garnished with a little pink umbrella and a slice of persimmon lime.*

Please take what you need. I do recommend the Advil though. Gel caps dissolve faster. Also, make sure you take it with a sip of margarita. Have a few in fact. That's essential! You feel better in noooo time!

Mr. Conglacio:

*Places marti gras beads around his neck* I'm glad you like it here. Tell me. Where is Politika and what is it like?


*tosses Baron h4773r 3lfs0n entire wardrobe onto the bonfire*

*smiles for a moment, quicky changes expression to fake surprize and fake innocent eyes, covers her mouth with her right hand rather fake dainty like*

Opps!

*turns to Mr. WolvinX84*

Mr. WolvinX84 :

Alpha Numeric! Places some marti gras bead around his neck. *Grabs his hand and pulls him to the section of sand where many glistening bodied people are already grooving to the music. Begins to dance with Mr. WolvinX84.*

Come on everyone! Let's dance the night away!

*The H47 pops out of thin air. an arm reaches out of it and grabs the rim, and out comes H4773r wearing nothing but sandals, a strategically positioned Top hat, and a smile*

Ello!

*sees wardrobe in fire. small frown, looks at Pandora*

for listing all the sins, you do know patience is a virtue right?

*snaps fingers and all but one suit of H4773rs clothes disapeer from the fire*

anyway! *reaches into H47 (the one i always wear, not the Top hat) and pulls out 5 jugs of Lunarduex Hooch* Brought some more goodies as gifts and to keep us warm as the night grows stronger"

*moves off to start head nodding to the reggea*

"YA MON!! . . . shoulda brought lt. Cajun, meh"

Baron H4773r 3lfs0n wrote:*sees wardrobe in fire. small frown, looks at Pandora*

for listing all the sins, you do know patience is a virtue right?

Indeed it is your h4773rn355! However, the Kiaseress told me that if you did not return with in 3 days to set something of yours afire to get your attenion. My orders came from her.

*bows, then throws herself dramaticlly at his feet*
I beg your forgiveness my baron!


*She gets up and hands him a margarita filled coconut, garneshed with an umbrella and slice of persimmon lime.*

Thank you for teh gifts! I am most appreciative for your kindness! Come! Let us dance!

*She adorns several marti gras beads around his neck. Pandora lays the Baron h4773r 3lfson. The lay is made of fresh magenta bougainvillaeas. And motions him to join her in the crowd of crazy dancers.*

I'm dancin like a monkey!

*Dances with Pandora who pulled him into the dance area*
*Dances as best he can*

*Pandora breaks out doing the robot*

The Mobochracy of Politika was a very evil nation that hung around with the Republic of Baraca(o with a tilde).

Kathyrn66, who is the mother of Mari Greenwood (the former Duchess of Elwynn) was the interior minister there. Some how, for a short while I ended up being the office slave. clothes were banned in her office.

*Baldwin spreads a blanket out on the sand and opens a picnic basket, containing various wines and other goodies. He then sits down and enjoys himself, pointing and laughinfg at the silly, naked, dancing Shirithians*

*looks at the spicy chicken*
*looks at the chocolate fountain*

*Ponders*

Come on Mr. Conglacio! I'll go with you! All this dancing has made me ravenous! *grabs his arm and escorts him to the food table*

*Calls to a servent*

iJuan! iQueremos mas margaritas, por favor!

*Servent bows and scatters off*

*Wanders over to some of the nude servants*
*Somewhat overpowered by all of the spicy chicken sandwiches, and therefore delusional, attempts to communicate with them in French*

Salut! Comment t'appelles-tu?

Servant: Err...je m'appelle Cecile. Et toi?

Moi, je m'appelle Braden Indianensis!

*decides that dancing in a fountain of chocolate is a good idea.*