EPA - Election Night Party
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The European Progressive Alliance candidates and politicians, apart from the European Union celebrities are invited to hop onboard this yatch to sail the European seas while we enjoy the Election night party! Bring everybody here!
(OCC: RP starts after this message)
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Councillor Edward Firoux nervously swirled his flute of champagne as he looked out at the ocean, which was a beautiful deep blue. Normally, Firoux felt like he had a great handle on determining the outcome of Commission elections. However, this time, he really didn't know. Trympov 's dark psychic forces have captured the hearts and minds of many Europeans and Firoux was prepared for the worst. After taking a moment to contemplate, Firoux returned the front deck of the yacht.
Firoux joined Bishop Anja Emerett and Commission candidate Antoni Reynels, who were both enjoying a brew. Anja was drinking some sort of lager while Antoni was sipping on a pink cosmo. Despite his appearance, Antoni was deeply in touch with his feminine side. Antoni was patting his eyes, and upon closer examination, Firoux realised that Antoni had been crying.
"Did Nylund deliver another speech?" Firoux joked, making fun of the time Antoni bawled his eyes out following Nylund's victory speech.
"The first results have just come in from Spain. It's finally hit him that he's become the next Commissioner for Foreign Affairs," Anja smiled as she gave Antoni a slight nudge.
"Just an emotional day," Antoni smirked as he looked down at the ground, feeling somewhat embarrassed. With his champagne still in his one hand, Firoux embraced Antoni. Antoni wrapped his bear arms around Firoux, lifted him him up for a second, and then placed him back on the ground, skillfully keeping his cosmo from spilling in the process. "Thanks for always being there for me brother, I appreciate it," Antoni beamed.
"Hey I'm still here for you," Firoux smiled as he spotted Eilidh Whiteford and Jean Claude Juncker in his peripheral vision. "Well, at least we have one commissioner elected. Not sure about those two."
Firoux, Antoni and Anja all turned their heels and walked toward Eilidh and Jean Claude.
"Great campaigns, you two. I'm so proud of everything you've stood for. No matter tonight's outcome, there will always be place for your leadership. We won't be able to achieve anything without Icholasen or Spain," Firoux commented.
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Michel arrived Fresh off the helicopter from Europolis with his entourage. He had been given extra security ever since the revolution in Icholasen. Nonetheless, he knew he was going to enjoy getting out of the stuffy air of the council chambers for a while. As he boarded the yacht, he sent off one of his aides, who was rather oddly dressed with plaid pajama-esque pants, to go and change her clothes. Like any Fremetian, form, function, and style were paramount to Charles, and this woman's attire (if you could even call it that) was practically Nicoleizian in nature. They had all been working nonstop for nearly a week now, campaigning for the EPA across Fremet, but that was no excuse for letting your guard down like that.
Regardless, on the yacht, he approached Whiteford and Juncker, who were standing together, and congratulated them, "I'm so happy you two pulled through in Fremet! There's still a long road ahead of us, but both of you put on a hell of a campaign. He turned to Antoni, ALL of you did!"
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Juncker was drinking some wine from La Rioja, as the yacht was full of Spanish products, and looking to the sea with the Spanish President, Jesús Aguilar, and also his wife Christiane Frising, who was just very nervous about the results. The "Spanish-trio" looked at Firoux when he approached to them, but their thoughts were clear, no one doubted it could be a good night for the European Progressive Alliance.
Not much far away was Eilidh Whiteford, who approached after seeing Firoux about to talk to them, she was just drinking white wine all along non-stop 24/7, or that it's what Christiane was thinking. She wanted to be drunk, swim on the sea, be free... But she had to be there, support her husband instead of making a huge scandal...
"Gracias Mr. Firoux," said Juncker with his Île-de-France Spanish accent, there were many regions and many accents, "Antoni alredy got his place, and I hope we get it too. I can't think on the train-face man winning this and destroying every single nation like Copala did with E. Moreland." Juncker laughed and suddenly got interrumpted by Cristina "YOU'VE WON IN INQUISTA, ICHOLASEN, FREMET AND... TOURNIS!!" she seemed drunk, so people could imagine that something could happen with her during the night. After Michel arrived, Juncker said "Hi Michel, and gracias"
Jesús was just looking at Mallorca from the distance, the Balearic were just amazing... "At least we will get some entertainment and I can get out of my office at least for a few hours... I have as much paperwork as you'll have, Jean-Claude" He was just drinking water, nothing else... "I won't get drunk tonight, there might be paparazzis in the ports we sail into and I don't want to be the drunk European leader tonight" He laughed.
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Eilidh had arrived aboard the boat, acutely aware that it was an offshore dairy orgy off the coast of Romain that had scandalised the MILF party in Icholasen in 2015. However, this was just a little fun. It wasn't like DU, UNSR or other hostile submarines could cause them a sudden, watery death. Oh wait.
Whiteford clutched her white wine as results came through on the screen. The result from Malborya was a welcome one but there was a long way to go yet... She could see Shagaluf in the distance - oh what memories she had had there.
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Carita Falk was seated comfortably in her seat, casually watching the results of the commission votes from the Storting earlier that day. Archkonsul Nylund broke a deal with the Moderates to secure the votes be positive for Juncker and Rendels at the cost of giving up Whiteford for Trympov. Being in charge of the nation while only possessing a fifth of the legislature presented a variety of issues.
Slowly and surely the television called out the results, Foreign Affairs was first. Nylund managed to convince Henningson of the Moderates to whip his party into voting all for Reynels, giving a solid 384 votes out of 461 Storting members. In return, the Moderates unanimously made their play for Trympov in the Premier race while the Greens abstained. Internal was a different story, the Moderates split the party, half were allowed to vote for Winston if they so desired, the other half abstained. Some dissented and voted for Trympov, Regardless, Juncker made it out with a clean majority.
"What are you doing rewatching that yesterday piece of news?" Kristian asked surprising Carita, "Stay seated before you even attempt getting up."
"Mx. Archkonsul I thought you were-"
"In that pompous set up of a front cabin, well I was and received my security briefing among other things." Kristian responded with a smirk. The Konsulship was somewhat of a pompous affair in Vardic culture, one Kristian set out to ignore where he could. "Did you know I am not even suppose to let anyone sit in my "executive" cabin? What a silly protocol," Kristian commented as they sat next to Carita.
"Security briefing?"
"Oh you know intelligence reports, there are claims of the Communists in Icholasen moving more assets of theirs. ARC is reporting rebel movements in the country have slowed down to an extent. They need more arms."
"Should you be telling me that?" Carita mused.
"Well I get to choose who I tell, and I sure as hell can't tell Amir."
"You positive you should be coming to this?"
"Well I'll back later tonight, the Republican Guard confirmed security measures were in place. We will be fine. Plus if anything happens to me I am 90% sure half the country of Inquista would rise up to launch a modern crusade against whoever committed the act," Kristian joked.
The intercom interjected their conversation before it could continue, they were soon to land in Ibiza.
It seemed as if Kristian and Carita were the most recent to arrive to the party.
Everyone on the boat first began to congratulate Kristian and shake their hand, being the first nonbinary head of state and government of a nation was an accomplishment (at least if you weren't a Duxburian probably).
Kristian decided to redirect the excitement to say the least.
"Everyone thank you, but tonight is not about me. Tonight is about the success of all our candidates, even you Antoni. Granted 100% isn't a record in the EU, there's a few dictatorships who beat you out there. You all did fantastic, and thank you to each of you to reaching out to help me in my campaign, I don't think it would have been possible without a touch from Europe itself.
Hey there Antoni, stop with the tears I haven't even said two sentences.
Now I brought some Vardic Vodka, let's have a good night before the Winston Warriors come after Jean!"
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Firoux smiled as he eyed all the representatives from Fremet, Spain, Icholasen and Vayinaod who had gathered around in the circle. Firoux was proud that he could call each and everyone of them his friends. He raised his flute of champagne in a toast.
"To an excellent campaign and to an excellent crop of candidates. To Eilidh, Jean Claude and Antoni. To the hard work, and the blood, sweat and tears each of us all poured into this. To the EPA!" Firoux toasted before taking a sip of his champagne.
"No matter win or lose, we have our work cut out for us. This is only just the beginning. The Council will need to work very closely with the Commission, and that task is especially incumbent upon Michel, Carita and myself. I also think it is imperative that our states work together multilaterally and support the work being done by the Council and Commission. Following the elections in Fremet and Inquista, it will be important that we encourage all of our news heads of state to come together in a multilateral meeting and chart a path forward for Europe. It's important that we have Fremet, Spain, Vayinaod, Inquista and even Free Icholasen lead the way foward through cooperation and partnership."
The Kingdom of Spain
