06-08-2021, 04:36 PM
New Riga Olympic Planning HQ, New Riga
Monday, July 7th, 1:56 PM
Ivars Ozols, President of the Eirian Olympic Committee, tapped his leg with his finger, waiting for the elevator he was watching to open. His finely-tailored suit was slightly unkempt due to his fidgeting, small wrinkles forming on his white shirt. Even though his scheduled visitor wasn't due for a few more minutes, he could feel every second as if it were a week. His week had been hectic and busy, and he hadn't adjusted to having to wait.
The Elevator dinged, revealing a woman with brown hair in a navy blue suit. Angelica Tempson, Silver Medal Bobsled Athlete and President of the Eirian Athlete's League, stepped into the concrete floor, examining the high ceiling of the Planning Headquarter's basement. The EAL served as a union for Eirian national and Olympic athletes, and was a powerful force in Eirian Sports. Ozols extended his hand, shaking Tempson's vigorously. "Madame Tempson, it's a pleasure to see you again. If you'll just follow me…"
She nodded, raising an eyebrow at the armed guards positioned next to the elevators. "Damn, you've probably got more security than the actual Olympics. They went through my bag three times, although I can't exactly blame them. Keeping hundreds of Olympic Medals safe does take a sizeable force." Ozols swiped a small keycard through a reader at the end of the hall, nodding at the guard stationed beside it before stepping through the door.
The room was large and vast, filled with tables lined with dark oak boxes. "Wow. I've never seen this side of it. Even touching one Olympic Medal seemed like a gift too precious to receive." She glanced around the room, carefully walking over a table. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, before leaning over the table and opening her eyes.
Through a small glass pane, three shining medals sat on a felt interior. Each medal was outlined with the two-part Eirian Olympic Symbol, with the words "New Riga 2021" printed on the lower part of the circle. The gold medal held a single large four-sided star taking up the remaining space, while the silver had two mid-sized stars, and the bronze had three. All three medals glinted in the soft light, almost glowing.
"Wow. Incredible." She resisted the urge to touch the box, walking over to the next table full of boxes. "Are these all of them?"
"Yep. Plus a few extra. You never know when something catastrophic could happen, and it's best to be prepared." He followed her gaze, smiling a little. It hadn't been necessary for him to invite Tempson to see the medals, but he wanted to show a bit of goodwill to the EAL. Plus, he wanted a bit of extra leeway if Eirian athletes were to get upset. Imagine what a catastrophe that would be. He thought nervously, knowing the unofficial power that the EAL had over sports organizers and the press.
Angelica walked from table to table, noting the metal lable marker on each. Aquatics, Biathlon, Fencing, Figure Skating, Gymnastics… The Aquatics medal table was by far the largest, followed by the Fencing, Skiing, Speed Skating, and Gymnastics tables. Wow. She went over to the aquatics section, counting each box on the extended table. Eighteen boxes. Fifty Four medals for a single sport. Damn. "I never really appreciated how much work is done to make these. How much work is put into every single detail… All just to get everything ready for a few weeks." .
"We've been planning a few of the greatest weeks New Riga will ever see. And now, it's all ready."
Monday, July 7th, 1:56 PM
Ivars Ozols, President of the Eirian Olympic Committee, tapped his leg with his finger, waiting for the elevator he was watching to open. His finely-tailored suit was slightly unkempt due to his fidgeting, small wrinkles forming on his white shirt. Even though his scheduled visitor wasn't due for a few more minutes, he could feel every second as if it were a week. His week had been hectic and busy, and he hadn't adjusted to having to wait.
The Elevator dinged, revealing a woman with brown hair in a navy blue suit. Angelica Tempson, Silver Medal Bobsled Athlete and President of the Eirian Athlete's League, stepped into the concrete floor, examining the high ceiling of the Planning Headquarter's basement. The EAL served as a union for Eirian national and Olympic athletes, and was a powerful force in Eirian Sports. Ozols extended his hand, shaking Tempson's vigorously. "Madame Tempson, it's a pleasure to see you again. If you'll just follow me…"
She nodded, raising an eyebrow at the armed guards positioned next to the elevators. "Damn, you've probably got more security than the actual Olympics. They went through my bag three times, although I can't exactly blame them. Keeping hundreds of Olympic Medals safe does take a sizeable force." Ozols swiped a small keycard through a reader at the end of the hall, nodding at the guard stationed beside it before stepping through the door.
The room was large and vast, filled with tables lined with dark oak boxes. "Wow. I've never seen this side of it. Even touching one Olympic Medal seemed like a gift too precious to receive." She glanced around the room, carefully walking over a table. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, before leaning over the table and opening her eyes.
Through a small glass pane, three shining medals sat on a felt interior. Each medal was outlined with the two-part Eirian Olympic Symbol, with the words "New Riga 2021" printed on the lower part of the circle. The gold medal held a single large four-sided star taking up the remaining space, while the silver had two mid-sized stars, and the bronze had three. All three medals glinted in the soft light, almost glowing.
"Wow. Incredible." She resisted the urge to touch the box, walking over to the next table full of boxes. "Are these all of them?"
"Yep. Plus a few extra. You never know when something catastrophic could happen, and it's best to be prepared." He followed her gaze, smiling a little. It hadn't been necessary for him to invite Tempson to see the medals, but he wanted to show a bit of goodwill to the EAL. Plus, he wanted a bit of extra leeway if Eirian athletes were to get upset. Imagine what a catastrophe that would be. He thought nervously, knowing the unofficial power that the EAL had over sports organizers and the press.
Angelica walked from table to table, noting the metal lable marker on each. Aquatics, Biathlon, Fencing, Figure Skating, Gymnastics… The Aquatics medal table was by far the largest, followed by the Fencing, Skiing, Speed Skating, and Gymnastics tables. Wow. She went over to the aquatics section, counting each box on the extended table. Eighteen boxes. Fifty Four medals for a single sport. Damn. "I never really appreciated how much work is done to make these. How much work is put into every single detail… All just to get everything ready for a few weeks." .
"We've been planning a few of the greatest weeks New Riga will ever see. And now, it's all ready."
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