A Red Christmas Celebration [IC]

[Andrew]

Christmas Celebration Catastrophe
A Who Dunnit RP The Premise

On the afternoon of the 24th, guests arrive at Royal Palace to celebrate Christmas and are to be promptly shown inside by palace attendants. In the middle of the Crystal Ballroom sits a large Christmas tree for guests to place gifts for the Secret Santa event. For the remainder of Christmas Eve, the palace gates shall continue to remain open for guests to arrive while food and entertainment is to be provided by servants. Security shall be tight, as regional elections loom, high level officials and figures are expected to attend. On the stroke of midnight, when Christmas Day arrives, the gates shall close and the celebration shall begin until mid afternoon Christmas day.

However, unknown to all, amongst them is a killer intent on delivering one last Christmas present to unsuspecting victims. In the RP you will take control of a (or multiple) celebration attendee(s). How your character(s) fits into it is all up to you. Are you a noble trying to rise in social prestige? or an official with dreams of high office? Or just simply a cheery citizen with no clue what their up for? The choice is yours.

Rules

• Myself and perhaps afew others are incharge (with an iron fist ), and shall attempt to guide things in an interesting way
• In dialogue, swearing is allowed
• Fantasy characters are allowed, to an extent, but keep things realistic (Do note there is an invisible anti-magic force field over the palace rendering all magic useless)
• You can control multiple characters, but don't use them to godmod & state what character you are and location when typing
• You may control security guards, servants but be fair
• Once accepted you may post in the IC
• Time will move steadily depending on what's going on. We'll start in early afternoon and I'll make time notes in my responses
• If your not sure of anything, raise it up here in the OOC or ask me

• Sign up for the RP in the OCC located here. The RP begins at 1pm on the 24 of December and ends at 12pm on the 25th of December
  
  Other than that, Let the RPing begin

[Andrew]

Time: 1:03PM 24th December
Location: Audi SUV from Grey-Anumia Residence heading towards the Palace

Andrew looked out the window, gazing into the streets of Memphis; impatiently yet calmly awaiting their arrival at the Royal Palace as he loudly exhaled. He was annoyed at himself, and displeased by the current circumstances. Isabella looked over to her husband, and saw the venom behind his vague expression. "Dont worry darling. This was a surprise for us all. And we can't blame him, we would have done the same thing if we were in his position. We'll just have to be more....thorough, next time. Hopefully you'll get it as a birthday present "

Said the woman who had it easy her whole life. I have planned. I have prepare. I have sacrificed. But in all that, I could not foresee this. Even as my secretary handed me the letter, informing me of the news I knew of the possibility, but I did not foresee it actually happening. The universe always loves kicking me back down when i stand up. Always. I will not let it bring me down further. He's beaten me once, but he shall not do so a second time. But this was a new low, even for me; defeated before the fight even begins. But every defeat can be one step closer to victory

"Driver!"

"Yes Sir."

"With all haste, I would like to arrive at our destination promptly"

"Yes Sir."

He returned to the window. Unmoved by the words of his doting wife. But instead even more irritated by the limbo state of his being.
This year has been all about lessons. So many lessons. The lesson of this: assume nothing and be sure of nothing. I wonder, what would FU do.

Probably kill him

[Festavo]

Time: 1:00PM 24th December
Location: Royal Bedroom

The Pharaoh looked over at the door as a member of his security detail opened the door.

"Mr. Grey-Anumia is en route. You should get ready for the party."

"Thank you," the Pharaoh responded. "I will be ready soon."

"Yes, sir," the agent replied. He shut the door.

"You better get dressed," Pharaoh Festavo Montresor-Stark said to the woman laying in bed next to him. She was 23. Brown hair, athletic figure and pretty face. She works in the lobby. "I need to get dressed myself."

"You're right, babe," she replied. She got up, walked to the bathroom and shut the door.

Damn, Festavo thought to himself as he watched her naked body make its way to the bathroom. It's the little things in life. He got up and started getting dressed. He chose a white blazer, a pink dress shirt, trousers and black boots. He put his .357 Magnum in it's concealed holster after checking to make sure it was loaded. He always kept it loaded with hollow point rounds, but he wanted to make sure. Being Pharaoh means you are a bigger target than others. He trusted his security detail, but only so much. He is a military man after all. He has killed men in his life. He has taken away from them everything they had and everything they could of had. Death is a powerful thing. They were all justified...at least that's what he told himself.

[Tim Stark]

Time: 1325 24th December, 2015
Black Audi R8 Heading From [REDACTED] to the Royal Palace

Stark pocketed his credentials, having had to present them to yet another idiot traffic cop thinking he was all that. Third fucking one in twenty minutes, and none of them armed. Security had certainly gotten to be less of a priority, apparently, since he'd last been in the capital. Hitting the accelerator, he pulled onto the Nile Speedway, cutting off the same exact pig that had pulled him over for a little added bonus. Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out and flipped it open, already expecting the caller.

"Stark here, yes I'm aware it's starting soon, you'd think a former Pharaoh wouldn't have to get his damned paperwork checked every time some new hire thinks our access passes aren't above the law"

"You're aware of the threat though, are you not?", a voice on the other side of the line inquired.

"So? There's always a threat. Probably the damn Viking separatists again, we need to just build that damn wall already and put some missile systems for good measure", he retorted dismissively.

"I'm not fucking jokin...", the called tried to reply before being cut off

"And neither am I. The spot is secure, if it's not then you've got bigger problems to worry about than a murder threat. I've got plenty of heat, and a big of surprises as well, if someone pulls something, they won't live for too long after. Now, I hear being on the phone while flying down the Speedway is bad, so I'll see you at the Palace, eh?" he said, promptly hanging up.

Pressing the accelerator flat against the floor at this point, he flew down the road, though with a slightly more concerned look now.

15 minutes from destination...

[Kajan]

Time: 1:15PM, 24th December
Location: Peugeot driving towards the Royal Palace

The car weaved through traffic as the two headed towards the palace, John a mess as always, with his 'daughter' sitting in the back sleeping. "I'm a bloody mess ... better see if I can get a bit fixed up when I get to the palace ..." He'd managed to dodge most of the police checkpoints so far, but got pulled in by this one, but a quick flash of ID let him through.

[Andrew]

Time: 1:30PM
Location: Audi SUV at the Palace Gates

The car entered the drive that lead to the entry of the palace. At the end of the drive they were abruptly stopped by palace security. Andrew had calmed while Isabella remained passive as security smothered the car with high-tech security instruments. The head of security was present, leading the search. He was a large man dressed in complete black with a unreadable expression due to the dark sunglasses he wore. His hench figure showed that he clearly worked out and he completely towered over all the other security guards.

"Surely this isn't necessary, I understand the need for high security but do we really need to be checked. What are we going to do, blow the place up?"

"I'm sorry Mr Grey-Anumia, we wouldn't be doing our sworn jobs if we didn't"

"Well then could you please be quick?"

"Yes Sir" Pompous prick

The whole search took 10 minutes as the car and its contents were thoroughly searched through and scanned.

"Sorry for the hold up sir, please continue and welcome to the Royal Palace". And at that, the multiple gates opened, and the car proceeded inside.

[Festavo]

Time: 1:31 PM
Location: Royal Bathroom

Festavo Montresor-Stark was slowly groping a fine piece of ass. It was the ass of Grace, his 23 year old assistant. She assisted him with many things, all of them he was grateful for.

"The guests will be arriving soon," the Pharaoh said with his back against the wall, but his hand did not leave that piece of ass. That was a fine piece of real estate and that hand was not hating it.

"Aww," Grace replied. She had pushed him against the wall after he was done brushing his teeth and was leaning against him now. "Can't we have a little bit of fun?"

"Oh, I don't know." Festavo kissed Grace on the cheek. "We had a lot of fun today already."

"But I want more." Grace kissed Festavo deeply. "Maybe you're right. I guess we can wait."

"For once I wish you didn't agree with me, but I need to greet the guests and do the Pharaoh thing."

Grace stepped back adjusted her dress. She was wearing a tan dress that hugged her curves and complimented her assets quite well.

"Come on, lovebirds, Andy has entered the gate." The agent chuckled and waited at the bathroom door.

"Heh. See you later, babe. Duty calls." Festavo walked out of the bathroom and the agent shut the door to give Grace some privacy.

"Rumor has it you're gonna die tonight, sir." The agent knew these rumors were common, but was uneasy regardless.

"Rumor has it I am gay." Festavo grinned. Deep down he was a little concerned, but he always tried to keep his fear hidden. "I trust that you dipshits will keep me from getting killed. Even if you fail, I can take care of myself."

"Haha." The agent opened the door for the president. "Cowboy is on the move." He was using the Pharaoh's code name.

Festavo sighed as he grabbed his fixed blade karambit. It wasn't very big and it was light and slim. He liked to carry it because he learned to be proficient with karambits and he can unsheath it quickly as a backup. Combat was his specialty after all. He clipped it to his belt sideways in the back as a backup to his gun. He walked out the door with his security detail.

[Kajan]

Time: 1:40PM
Location: The Palace Gates

He waved his ID at the palace guard as he waited impatiently for them to let him pass. "What the bloody hell am I going to be doing? Killing the Pharaoh?" He chuckled to himself. The guards didn't do anything except continue to search. He sat there as they affixed the instruments to his car.

[Tim Stark]

Time: 1340 24th December, 2015
Pulling up to the Royal Palace

Tim Stark's phone buzzed again, almost more urgently this time. Glancing at the screen while pulling through the extensive network of checkpoints that made up the last portion of the drive towards the Royal Palace, he raised his eyebrows. The headline "Stark picked best odds to succeed Festavo Montresor-Stark for the throne in January" stood out among all the other pointless notifications related to security, foreign affairs, and other matters.

"Damn, it seems the bookies already found out about the plan. No matter, nobody will really consider it serious until the election opens up", he thought.

He pocketed the phone again, double checking his concealed weapons one more time before pulling up to the entrance. A chauffeur walked up to him offering to park the car for him, but he had no intent of doing that. Asking where the parking garage was, he was pointed towards an underground tunnel and pulled into it, looking for spot 785K. Finding it, he parked, stepped out of the vehicle, and walked up to the shadowy finger leaning against the wall.

"So, it's actually happening? Been a while since there's been an attempt, maybe they think I've gotten rusty", Stark said noting the suppressed MP5 leaning against the wall

"Typical really, isn't it? I assume you know what you're doing", the figure replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah, of course, I assume the new toy is for my use?", he remarked strapping the MP5 to his back and putting on his peacoat.

He started walking away, hearing something about making sure to turn off the safety, mind already focused on the task at hand. Of course he knew where the safety was, this wasn't exactly his first rodeo.

[Andrew]

Time: 1:50PM
Location: Ballroom Enterance, proceeding inside

The car came to a stop directly outside the ballroom entrance. Dressed in a crimson red wool jumper, jet black skinny jeans and shoes topped off with a white scarf, Andrew exited the car; placing his hand out for Isabella. She was dressed in a dark crimson short sleeve OL grace lady V-neck split front dress with a white fluffy trim and sparkly red platform shoes.

"Darling, did you really have to come dressed like that, i've heard that Festavo is abit of a - womaniser. I don't want you to unintentionally lead him on...".

"Andrew, I wont." Fingers crossed.

Andrew: I might have to keep a close eye on her. She seems alittle more spirited than usual - maybe its the festivities. Perhaps. But how am I going to keep an eye on her? I'll be busy talking to other people. Perhaps I should call Gus here....I hope she hasn't gone off me. I know i've been busy but i've still been there for her and the kids; willingly satisfying her every needs, and the kids. But maybe i'm not doing enough........i'm calling Gus

As the car proceed out of the courtyard to the parking spaces, the couple quietly entered into the Crystal Court. Andrew took the opportunity to call Gus.

Isabella: Who's he calling? It better not be another work call. Thats all it is with him: work, work, work, work. No time for the family or me. He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't interact with me much. I try and I try and I try, but nothing. The magic's gone. I think i've lost weight. I swear if I had a coin for every time I've worked out, out frustration...for him. He doesn't touch me. We haven't done anything for weeks. I have needs. I'm in that big house all alone doing nothing but wasting my life. Like a trophy wife. I need to feel something....anything! So maybe....maybe.....maybe one of the nice gentleman can help me out.