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Thomas smiled. "I love you."
Tom was a little red, blushing. He smiled.
"Thank you. That means a lot, Kiki." John said.
"Food is big in Kansas, right?" Tessa asked.
North South North West Kansas
Degenerateverse
Thomas downed the tequila at the bar. He was kinda quiet, although there was no shortage of girls trying to get in his pants. He ignored all of them. They knew he was Thomas Valencia, the singer and songwriter, and they all wanted a peice. And Thomas didn't care.
Macy smiles softly. “I love you too.”
MV grins. “You’re cute when you blush,” she laughs gently, slowly working her fingers over his belt and taking her sweet time in pulling it off.
Kiki nods. “I still think killing yourself was the wrong move. And I’m still really upset. But... you were a good President. And a great person, John.”
“Just breakfast food,” Marco says. “It’s kind of like... our national symbol or something, I guess. No one really knows why.”
(Small trigger warning of some guy being a big dip)
Macy also has plenty of guys (and girls) hitting on her; she is a celebrity in her own right. She smoothly turn all of them down, though she doesn’t seem to mind the attention quite as much as Thomas does.
After a little while a sleazy foreigner who’s clearly had a bit too much to drink approaches her, and doesn’t seem to want to leave her alone.
After a few minutes the situation starts to escalate.
“Hey, I told you I’m not interested,” Macy says firmly as the guy puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, come on, girl, you know you want to.” She brushes his hand off and he takes a step closer, getting up in her space.
(Lol I was actually just going to ask about this one. Also I think we lost our CORGI girls a while back as well.)
Thomas smiled, kissing her cheek.
Tom laughed. "Thanks?"
"Thank you, Kiki." John said.
Degenerateverse
Thomas notices, and decides to intervene. "Back off, bud. She doesn't want you." He growled.
He stood up, and Thomas was skinny, but had a powerful physique. "Leave."
CORGI
Kyra sat on her bed, on her computer. Today was a day where she didn't have to go to the lab, and she was using it to rest. As much as she could, with Subetei in the next room, researching how to get Dr Allison and herself home.
Erwin nodded.
"They too will be left suspiciously unaffected, or, slightly affected...we will not go to sparanoda then."
******
Spencer paused.
"Um..."
William nodded.
"Yeah...but, still...it's a good skill to have."
******
Eastrid tilted her head, confused.
******
(They're at the doctors.)
The Aerlanicans just chill down there.
Still, the dreams kept on reoccurring, until they were the only thing she dreamt about.
She knew where it was, but...also...didn't know.
The drachmans Decide to pull back, giving the Aerlanicans the opportunity to board the Frigate.
https://www.quotev.com/story/14208519/Finding-Home-COGH-Nationstates-Fanfic
some actions could change Augusta, should we make it cannon?
Macy laughs lightly.
MV laughs lightly, finally pulling his belt through the loops.
Kiki smiles softly. "It's true, John."
Macy looks at Thomas. "Hey, I'm more than capable of sticking up for myself."
"Yeah, this is between me and her," the guy growls.
"I told you to leave me alone," Macy says, turning on the guy.
He puts his hand on her shoulder once again. "Come on, girly..."
"Don't. Touch. Me." When he doesn't let go, Macy punches him square across the jaw, knocking him out cold. She glances at Thomas and then abruptly walks away.
Kiralyn comes back into the room with two plates of french toast and a Marine Geology textbook tucked under her arm. "Hey." She smiles softly. "What are you working on?"
Nathan shrugs. "I guess so."
Luca smiles a little bit. "Ah, it's just... this is just a place without any mountains. Because of... I don't know, like geology, I guess? Isabelle's the smart one." He shakes his head.
They get to the doctor's and run some tests on Connie. Afterwards they're sitting in the room and waiting for the diagnosis. "Sorry I didn't want to come here. I don't mind the doctor's office that much, and it's probably better to get it checked out, but I guess I just figured I'd be fine on my own, and it wasn't really worth the trouble of us coming here."
"I agree. Are we ready to launch the plan then?"
******
With a sigh, Corali opened her eyes.
"Oh...my tail turned pink...don't...don't worry about."
Corali began to blush from embarrassment.
(Nah, let's keep it non-cannon)
The Aerlanicans remain on the planet, they refuse to board the frigate, suspecting a trap.
William nodded.
"Hey, you don't have to be perfect at something the first time you do it, ok?"
******
Eastrid seemed confused.
"But...mountains are everywhere."
******
"look, connie, you aren't an expert at this health stuff," Tsarina said, smiling, "Sometimes you have to get help from someone more knowledgable, or actually trained in, this sort of stuff."
Erwin nodded.
"Yes...yes, we shall...prepare the troops, get ready."
******
Spencer paused.
"Um...why...did it...turn pink?"
Vara smiled.
"They're already ready. I'll give the order."
******
Corali blushed harder.
"Oh...heh...uh...sometimes...sometimes I involuntarily transform or change color...sometimes because of...strong emotions..."
Unknown to them, their is no trap in the frigate
Erwin smiled.
"Well then...make the Emperor bleed...make him suffer..."
*****
Spencer blushed and let go.
"Ah...i...you...I gotta go some...somewhere...there...out...you know...things..."
He hurriedly left, slipping into invisibility.
But they still think there is an ambush, so they blow up the frigate.
They Come to realize they blew up their own means of transport.
"Ah, China." Smirked the president as he sighed with some melancholy in his voice. "I was there in '89; well, after the turmoil. It was very different back then and was so up until roughly a decade ago. Much more open, much more liberal, much more--dare I say--free. However, if you want investors, you probably will have to stop in China, even if it means crossing over from Hong Kong to Shenzhen. You'll want to pay visits to every major financial center; New York, London, Paris, Frankfurt, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Seoul, Tokyo, etc. Investors, there will be both the wealthiest, and often times the least risk-averse, and that does mean they will be more likely to invest in your nation."
"That being said," Remarked the president. "You need to also visit major cultural sites. Your mind needs to rest and also have a change in scenery. I would be remiss if I did not strongly recommend Buenos Aires, Cape Town, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Jerusalem, Beirut, Baghdad, Madrid, Lisbon, Porto, Barcelona, Santiago de Chile, Montevideo, Los Angeles, Boston, Karachi, New Dehli, Mumbai, Lahore, Beijing, Osaka, and well, really any other major city you wish to visit. The point is to see what the world truly is like, and not merely gain a myopic view. And if you have the time, on the way back you could take an in-depth tour of Monsone. But in the end, the point is to gain investors and garner international goodwill."
"And do try to sample the local food; you will not regret it." Pausing for a moment, President Geiger then said in a somewhat mischievous tone of voice. "If you so desire, I could--once my trip ends--take a vacation and show you around that world. I would hate to sound arrogant, but I do have experience in many of these places, having even worked and lived in some."
She finally went to see a psychologist.
Nathan nods. “Yeah, I guess that’s true too.”
Luca shakes his head. “Nope. Actually, most places don’t have mountains. I always kinda wished that we did have mountains here, now I guess I’ll never get to see the mountains...” he gives a small, wistful smile.
Connie smiles softly. “I know that. I’ve seen more doctors in my life than I could count... but I’ve also lived with this condition for almost 30 years, and I know that something that seems small and insignificant could turn into a big deal. But like I said, if I went to the doctor every time I had a little cough I’d never leave this place.” She gives a small, wheezy laugh.
Thomas laughed. He ran a hand through her hair.
Tom grinned. "Taking your time?"
John sighed. "I tried to be a good one."
Thomas raised an eyebrow, but didn't press it. He turned back to his alcohol poisoning death wish.
Kyra sighed. "Reporting on the findings for Nessie." she replied. She smiled when she saw food. "You working on homework or studying?"
Macy smiles softly, leaning into his touch.
MV smirks lightly. “We do have the rest of our lives after all... but I can go a little faster if you want.”
“You were, John.”
Macy wanders off and finds James and her dad, sitting down at a table with them and getting another drink. (Yes, Macy’s dad is the type who would go out to a bar with his daughter lol)
“Yup.” Kira smiles, passing her a plate of French toast.
Wolfgang's forces spot some rebels retreating.
******
"Spencer?"
Corali realized that her hair was also pink. She forced all the pink back to black. Sad and embarrassed, her tail wrapped around her leg. Believing that Spencer had teleported away, Corali walked to a corner of the room, transformed into a nice black cat, and curled up, soon falling asleep.
Thomas kissed her softly.
"Oh, you can go at your pace. It was just an observation." Tom chuckled.
"Thanks, Kiki. Hows Nathan?"
Thomas ordered another shot. He finally got up to leave, stumbling towards the exit. With a long chain of people behind him. He brushed them off, ignoring them. One guy grabbed Thomas's hand, and Thomas finally reacted, punching the man in the face and breaking his nose. Great. Thomas thought blearily. PR's gonna have a field day with that.
The Psychologist could not explain anything.
Rowen continued to have the dreams, as if they were calling to her. With a sigh, she tried to look up what the symbols meant, and only managed to determine that the "city of warring gangs and groups" was a city on Augusta, called New Franco; a former, hyper advanced city police-state that fell to anarchism thirty years prior; it was in a basin, surrounded by large mountains on all sides, and the city itself was of a nearly impossible size, with estimations that the city could hold and support upwards of an impressive one hundred and fifty million people, with plenty of room to spare and resources to go around.
The Aerlanicans don't really care.
“Honestly Mr Geiger, I think entering this world will necessitate an dedicated tour guide; I will need a tremendous amount of assistance in navigating this world; I don’t want to get lost in these cities, nor accidentally offend the locals.”
He sighed
“This is slightly overwhelming, really, the fate of my nation is falling into the hands of a group of, well…complete strangers who haven’t even heard of me…hang on…do they even know about Aerlanica to begin with?”
William pulled up to Macky. “Well, in we go.”
******
Eastrid looked sad. “I am sorry, but we can still pray to Eziron to heal you.”
******
Tsarina hugged Connie. “I don’t care, as long as you are alive.”
Wolfgang did not intercept, he merely followed them carefully.
******
Spencer was currently hyperventilating in the toilets. So much so that he was beginning to black out. He too was embarrassed, but also extremely uncomfortable and afraid of the situation. It didn't make the situation better when his germophobia flared up while in the less than clean bathroom.
A Wolf Army soldier walked in and saw the short Roodem boy currently shaking violently as he gasped over and over again.
"The vast majority don't." The president curtly replied. "Indeed the only ones who would know are higher-ranking government officials and very wealthy tourists who have visited Monsone and beyond. That being said, while tour guides are wise choices, they have the sad propensity of not being the best guides if you wish to immerse yourself in proper local culture. For that, your best bet is to befriend a local that you can speak English/Augustan with. Frankly, it depends on what kind of traveler you are; a tour guide will give you the basic, general tour. A local will show you all the tricks and places privy only to locals, and they tend to be better at keeping you safe as opposed to tour guides."
"As for navigation and language barriers, there are fixes to that. Tell me, do you know what a mobile phone or cell phone are?" Asked the president.
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