09-02-2018, 09:51 PM
Thursday, August 30th, approx 20:50
Smyth stood up from the table. As the other delegations did too, probably assuming he meant to leave, one clear word rang out through the room. "Sit." It wasn't friendly. It wasn't threatening. But it wasn't a suggestion either. Smyth did not look pleased.
"Negotiations are not parlour games. This is not the place for drama. Lauchenoirians have died, for goodness sake. They have died and already we are beginning to see petty oneupmanship." He shot a glance at Moore, and another at the Kerlilian delegation. "Today's interruption was pertinent information I had been forewarned about, and as such allowed it, but I would never have done so if I thought that interruption would have been done in a manner befitting high school students. If your contemporaries have important information to give you, they shall whisper it in your ear, or they shall pass it via a note.
I don't know how politics is done on the other side of this continent, but in Sanctaria, and in any peace negotiations we have presided over, it has been done with civility, even if sides were not polite. You will all respect the chair, and respect the severity of these proceedings. And this shall be my final warning on this matter.
Tomorrow we start at 1100 hours". He glanced at his watch. "We will follow the same schedule. Junta's turn.
Any more moments like today will not be tolerated."
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Friday, August 31st, 11:00
"Good morning all", Smyth said cheerily, back to his normal self after his stern talking down of the participants the evening before. "Today will be the final day of deliberations before we break for the weekend. Already possibly paths to peace are becoming clear, and I look forward to hearing from the Junta factions today to get a better idea on how to resolve this conflict.
We will follow the same schedule as yesterday." He looked over at Charissa Clarke.
"Ms. Clarke, shall we proceed? Same as before, background and all pertinent information leading up to the hostilities themselves. We'll cover operations etc, including your own ascent after Chaher's death - I am particularly interested in hearing about his assassination, information wasn't clearly disseminated to outside and international sources at the time.
After that, 1:1 with myself, and then at the end how you hope to move forward. No surprises today, though, during that particular segment, I think." He added with a pleasant smile which also made clear he was not kidding.
"Please", he said with a wave of his hand, sitting down.
15:00
Smyth was much happier today. He managed to get the coffee. He had his suspicions which delegation was hogging it all, but he didn't mind. There was a war on that side of the world after all. Good coffee was probably hard to come by.
"Ok, Ms. Clarke. If we continue with Junta operations during the conflict itself. Anything you can declassify please do so. Anything that must remain classified can be told to me in our 1:1."
17:00
A light switched on. A tray was placed on a table with a clunk. And finally a sigh, as Smyth sat down into his armchair and poured himself a cup of tea. A knock at the door.
"Yes?", Smyth asked, not looking up from his cup.
"Sir, Prime Min-", an aide began before being cut off.
"No, not here. Here she is Ms. Clarke. Sanctaria is neutral and is not acknowledging anyone in that office."
"Yes sir. Ms Clarke, sir."
"Send her in, and please stay with the security outside."
The aide ushered the politician in.
"Please take a seat, Ms. Clarke", Smyth said politely, standing as his appointment took her seat. "Or", he began as he took his own seat, "whoever you actually are". His smile disappeared. "We're not here to take sides, but you're in Sanctaria now, and your diplomatic passport says Clarke. Based on the information provided yesterday, you're in a predicament with us, regardless of the outcome of these talks. Travelling into Sanctaria on false documents is a serious offence -- and one we don't extend diplomatic immunity to. I'd suggest you talk".
19:00
Smyth took his seat. He was tired. The day was long. He needed the weekend to work on solutions.
"So, the Junta's plan for the future and hopes for resolution. Oh, and your red lines. Three, same as yesterday. Let's go." He smiled, and looked back at his papers.
Smyth stood up from the table. As the other delegations did too, probably assuming he meant to leave, one clear word rang out through the room. "Sit." It wasn't friendly. It wasn't threatening. But it wasn't a suggestion either. Smyth did not look pleased.
"Negotiations are not parlour games. This is not the place for drama. Lauchenoirians have died, for goodness sake. They have died and already we are beginning to see petty oneupmanship." He shot a glance at Moore, and another at the Kerlilian delegation. "Today's interruption was pertinent information I had been forewarned about, and as such allowed it, but I would never have done so if I thought that interruption would have been done in a manner befitting high school students. If your contemporaries have important information to give you, they shall whisper it in your ear, or they shall pass it via a note.
I don't know how politics is done on the other side of this continent, but in Sanctaria, and in any peace negotiations we have presided over, it has been done with civility, even if sides were not polite. You will all respect the chair, and respect the severity of these proceedings. And this shall be my final warning on this matter.
Tomorrow we start at 1100 hours". He glanced at his watch. "We will follow the same schedule. Junta's turn.
Any more moments like today will not be tolerated."
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Friday, August 31st, 11:00
"Good morning all", Smyth said cheerily, back to his normal self after his stern talking down of the participants the evening before. "Today will be the final day of deliberations before we break for the weekend. Already possibly paths to peace are becoming clear, and I look forward to hearing from the Junta factions today to get a better idea on how to resolve this conflict.
We will follow the same schedule as yesterday." He looked over at Charissa Clarke.
"Ms. Clarke, shall we proceed? Same as before, background and all pertinent information leading up to the hostilities themselves. We'll cover operations etc, including your own ascent after Chaher's death - I am particularly interested in hearing about his assassination, information wasn't clearly disseminated to outside and international sources at the time.
After that, 1:1 with myself, and then at the end how you hope to move forward. No surprises today, though, during that particular segment, I think." He added with a pleasant smile which also made clear he was not kidding.
"Please", he said with a wave of his hand, sitting down.
15:00
Smyth was much happier today. He managed to get the coffee. He had his suspicions which delegation was hogging it all, but he didn't mind. There was a war on that side of the world after all. Good coffee was probably hard to come by.
"Ok, Ms. Clarke. If we continue with Junta operations during the conflict itself. Anything you can declassify please do so. Anything that must remain classified can be told to me in our 1:1."
17:00
A light switched on. A tray was placed on a table with a clunk. And finally a sigh, as Smyth sat down into his armchair and poured himself a cup of tea. A knock at the door.
"Yes?", Smyth asked, not looking up from his cup.
"Sir, Prime Min-", an aide began before being cut off.
"No, not here. Here she is Ms. Clarke. Sanctaria is neutral and is not acknowledging anyone in that office."
"Yes sir. Ms Clarke, sir."
"Send her in, and please stay with the security outside."
The aide ushered the politician in.
"Please take a seat, Ms. Clarke", Smyth said politely, standing as his appointment took her seat. "Or", he began as he took his own seat, "whoever you actually are". His smile disappeared. "We're not here to take sides, but you're in Sanctaria now, and your diplomatic passport says Clarke. Based on the information provided yesterday, you're in a predicament with us, regardless of the outcome of these talks. Travelling into Sanctaria on false documents is a serious offence -- and one we don't extend diplomatic immunity to. I'd suggest you talk".
19:00
Smyth took his seat. He was tired. The day was long. He needed the weekend to work on solutions.
"So, the Junta's plan for the future and hopes for resolution. Oh, and your red lines. Three, same as yesterday. Let's go." He smiled, and looked back at his papers.