Spanish Aniversary Day
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"No tenemos mucha hambre, gracias. Simplemente traiga las raciones que corresponderían a un menú del día, por favor." said Dame Ricchetti.
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@Spain said in Spanish Aniversary Day:
Paco after seeing the rest of the table was quiet, tells the waiters to bring the food
Bueno señores, les explico el menú. En este caso es un buffet, que incluye lo siguiente:
(Well gentlemens, I explain you the menu. In this case it's a buffet, that includes the following food:)- Tortilla de Patatas
- Paella
- Gazpacho
- Jamón Ibérico
- Queso Ibérico
- Gazpachuelo
- Porra Antequerana
- Migas Antequeranas
- Almejas
- Pescaito Frito
- Pulpo A La Gallega
- Gambas Al Pil-Pil
- Diferentest Embutidos
- Calçots
- Ensalada
Si quieren algo más, me lo piden a mí. Aquí tienen los platos:
(If you want anything else, just ask me. Here you have the food:)Tortilla De Patatas
Paella and the Rabbit's Paella for the Derectans
Gazpacho
Jamón Ibérico
Queso Manchego
Gazpachuelo
Porra Antequerana
Migas Antequeranas
Almejas
Pescaito Frito
Pulpo A La Gallega
Gambas Al Pil-Pil
Selección De Embutidos
Calçots
Ensalada
"Just in time! I've thought this was going to last forever." The King replies, laughing a bit.
"Let me see. Wow, this looks delicious!" points at Gazpachuelo
"Isn't that just soup? I mean, it's your choice mister, but..." Docu replies, confused.
"We're having lunch Docu, not dinner. I'm gonna save the heavy stuff for later. What do you want?"
"Let me see. Hmm...." silence as Mr. Docu looks at the table "Wait what's that?"
"Calçots."
"Okay. I want that and this salad which is written as Ensalada. Is there any difference?"
"I don't think so..."
"Alright. so one soup, calçots and salad."
Mr. Docu leans towards Paco
"Paco, danos el Gazpachuelo que el rey quiere, así como una ensalada y unos calçots para mí."
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Paco gives the Gazpachuelo, the calçots and the salad to them.
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The kings Felipe, Juan Carlos, Leticia and Sofía take a bit from every plate, while Jesús takes from everything except the cheese, as he don't like it. He asks Paco for a Rioja's Wine, that he brings and give a coup of it to every assistant.
Ladies and gentlemens, I propose a toast. For our nations, for the European Union, and for all of us. ¡SALUD!
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After completing the toast, Anastasia realised she needed a drink other than water. "Excuse me, Paco?" Anastasia asked politely, but she could tell she seemed involuntarily condescending. "Could I please have a gin and tonic please?" After receiving positive affirmation that her beverage was on its way, Anastasia surveyed the room again, seeing many familiar faces, but other welcome new ones. She was looking forward to meeting them all later on, but she kept for herself for this first portion of the evening.
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Her majesty, your gin and tonic. Enjoy!
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Jesús asks for the bill and pay it.
Thanks Paco, everything exelent. Goodbye!
Paco answers and everybiody exits the bar.
Let's go to the parade. It'sjust about to start.
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Everyone takes their respective places. Presidnet Jesús is aclamated by everyone
And now my European friends, should look to the sky.
In that moment, La Patrulla Aguila passes over them, one with an Iberia plane and the other without it.
The parade have just started. Now it's the most emotional time of the parade. The remembrance and the national athem.
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The king approaches to it's respective position and the remembrance act starts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pIo5kqnjwI
Everyone applauses when the act finishes. The national athem sounds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWCldYPEsl4
Again everybody applauses
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The parade starts
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And now we should look to the sky again.
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"How wonderful" said Cayetana.
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It is. Answers Jesús.
And now, the last mens units.
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Let me say I love La Legión's goat.
And I think that's the end of the parade.
The Kingdom of Spain
His Majesty the King, Felipe VI
President Alberto Núñez-Feijóo
Councillor and Council Speaker Donald Tusk -
Irene hugged Mikaela "Sweetie lets not waste time lets go to Ibiza."
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Mikaela screeched as she hugged Irene. "I've been planning this party for so long! It's been forever, a whole three weeks I think, since I was last in Ibiza. At least one of Anastasia's weddings ago."
She let go of Irene and then grabbed Captain Fernandez-Velasquez by his hand. "I'm hosting a party in Ibiza! You're going to come, right?"
"Err... Ibiza is not really my thing, it's full of tourists," the Captain groaned before being interrupted by Mikaela.
"I'm pretty much a TOTAL local there. Everyone speaks the local language to me. They even think I'm Ibizan! I just politely tell them, 'non, merci', but that I love their culture. I'm kinda like, a big culture nerd. I know you wouldn't think that looking at me, but people underestimate my smarts all the time."
Captain Fernandez-Velasquez stared at Mikaela blankly and smiled.
"So you're coming to Ibiza?" Mikaela wondered.
"Yes," the Captain relented, placing both his hands around Mikaela's waist.
Mikaela spun around and excitedly extended her arms up in victory. "Hey everyone, we're going to Ibiza! You're all invited! Irene, Anastasia, Cayetana, you're flying with me! "
Capitán Fernandez-Velasquez, Queen Irene, Prime Minister Cayetana Valcárcel-Aranjuez y Pérez de Viñastre and Queen Anastasia flying private with Mikaela Kligenberg in her jet.▻ We're Going to Ibiza! by the Vengaboys is playing at full volume.
"Woah! We're going to Ibiza! Woah! Back to the island! Woah! We're gonna have a party! Woah! In the Mediatennean sea!" Mikaela sings as she dances.
Mikaela spun around and began dancing with her Capitán. After a few disappointingly shocking moments of shaking her flat ass, Mikaela remembered that she had stocked the fridge of her private jet with an unnecessarily large amount of alcohol. Mikaela then threw her hands into the air. "We need to make sure that we arrive at the party ahead of the curve. We're not playing catch up. We're setting the tone."
Mikaela then cleared her throat before announcing, "We all know what that means. It's time for..."
▻ Shots by LMFAO and Lil Jon begins to blast.
The crew takes to the dance floor at the club in Ibiza.Mikaela, El Capitán, Irene, Anastasia and Cayetana arrive before everyone else, which was too early for her comfort. Mikaela knew that Irene was always one to arrive fashionably late, so she was sure to owe Irene an apology.
"Everyone will be arriving shortly. I guess this is what happens when we're too eager to leave the pre-party too early. In fairness, the parade was kinda boring, so this is still probably for the best," Mikaela said, trying to make excuses to escape Irene's wrath. "Oh, except getting to see him. That wasn't boring," Mikaela whispered as she smiled at her Captain, who was tearing up the dance floor, doing literal back-flips and absolutely crazy dance moves. The Captain seemed to be a genuinely skilled street dancer and was pulling off some amazing stuns. Mikaela's mouth dropped open as she stared at him. "He's the best dancer I've ever seen!"
▻ Es Una Pasiva by Willem then starts playing.
Mikaela let out a loud squeal. "This is my song! C'mon Irene, let's dance!"
Mikaela pulled Irene to middle of the dance floor. "This will be the best Penelope Cruz birthday bash, ever," Mikaela said, still unsure of what the Spanish anniversary was. "It's time to get our big booty on. Show me what you got, girl."
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Cayetana gave Mikaela the basilisk's look, as she grabbed Irene from her side and took her to the dance-floor. She had barely managed to introduce herself, when the Inquistan came out of nowhere and took the Red Croatian queen away.
"Damn it." she thought. "What's with all the fine couture? I thought the dress code was business formal."
"I have to find the way to attract Irene's attention, and what I'm wearing could only attract an angry mob of fashion designers."
Cayetana approached the bar and asked the waiter if there was anywhere that she could get changed. Gladly, she had thought about the possibility of a state dinner being held at the Spanish royal palace, so she'd brought a stylish and fiery black silk gown with her, just in case.
"All these hoes are wearing their pristine white dresses, as if they were prudish teenagers at a cotillion. But I'm going to be the black pussycat of this party!" she said to herself while trying to get into the dress, bumping her arms and legs against the 2m^2 toilet's walls.
When she came out, though, nobody was to be seen.
"Ladies, where are you? Is this a prank?" gasped Cayetana. "Man I hate clubs. You always get lost."
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Somewhere Docked in Ibiza
As the Crescent sat docked on one of the larger berths in the marina, Theodora Kligenberg was busy with her entourage enjoying life and holding a fairly short impromptu business meeting on the deck. Everyone seemed to be dressed up to go out, including Theodora. However, business is business and had to be taken care of before they just went out on the town.
"Okay, we are going to launch the knew TR Beauty Mediterranean Splendour palette next month. The lab finally got back to me on that pressed pigments situation with the reds. I hope you all know how HARD this was to make a palette of mostly purple, red and gold," Theodora said at the meeting. "But I know this will sell; it's a unique colour story tied together with the essence of Rome."
The assembled group nodded.
"Well, any questions then?" asked Theodora. "No? Then let's have a few drinks before we get off this boat. It was quite the journey to get here but the Queen told me that she had an inkling some shenanigans would go down at something like this. She heard stories about how Nicolezians princes, Rechcroatian queens and even an Inquistan Archbishop really could throw a wild fete! Plus, as we got closer...cousin Mikaela mentioned that she was on her way to Spain as well."
The staff brought up several bottles of Krug Brut, the champagne company that she now owned with some good investing. Theodora looked at the bottle and picked one up for herself. She had a famous penchant for a good champagne and had been known to drink a couple of bottles on a successful night out.
"Alright, now all of you take at least a bottle. I know I'll be having one to myself before heading out. Maybe a second. Who knows. But a toast! A toast to TR Cosmetics, a £500 million company. May it continue to grow and flourish, and may I do it with such brilliant company," Theodora smiled before taking the beautifully crafted bottle straight to the head.
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Anastasia had landed in Ibiza with the rest of the crew. She never tired of hearing Mikaela talk, it was like listening to a talking puppy. Naive but well intentioned. Anastasia had caught the eye of El Capitán several times, she asked the Nicoleizian God, the best God, why she couldn’t find a man like that. “He’s so strong, he could probably lift me.” She thought to herself. Not like the (late) Nicholas Kligenberg, who had died of natural causes. “He was so annoying. I can’t believe I rented a boat for our wedding.” She continued her internal monologue. “That was expensive and SO not carbon neutral…” Anastasia noticed that the venue was rather empty -- she loved this. There was nothing she hated more than a crowded place. Though this evening, she vowed to be social, look for something special that Nicholas Kligenberg (God rest his soul) could never manage.
Anastasia decided to get a jaeger bomb. When in Ibiza she supposed. She strolled up to the bar and rang the bell because no one was there serving, as it was lowkey quiet.
“One second!” a familiar voice cried out. Anastasia pondered as to who it was. Why could she hear a Nicoleizian accent in the heart of Spain?
From the beaded curtains emerged Prince Tommy with a crate of Four Lokos. Without thinking or looking, he said “what’ll it be?”
The siblings took a double take and Tommy lay silent.
“Thomas.” Anastasia said, using his first name for the first time since he broke into the National Gallery to get a good background for his Instagram post. "What are you doing here?”
“Good question. Well, I met a man called Carlos.”
“THE Carlos?”
“What do you mean?” Tommy said.
“Nevermind. So you came to Spain with this man, then what happened?”
“Well Carlos had to go to Saint Regina to compete in some contest, so he left. He’s still not come back so I’m still just staying in his apartment. But I ran out of money so I had to get this job here.”
“Why didn’t you call me? Or WhatsApp me on the Romanov Group Chat.”
“I honestly like living the proletariat lifestyle, Anastasia. Maybe those communists have got a point. And anyway, no one recognises me because I guess the Spanish have enough news of their own without me on all the front-pages.”
“So are you saying that monarchy is an outdated system of running a country now?”
“Well yeah sis.”
“Disgraceful. Give me a jaeger bomb now.”
