*meanwhile... far across many leagues of vast seas, forgotten isles and barbarian tribes, in twee, proper Caledon...*
...Desmond looks out from the balcony of the Guvnah's mansion upon a peaceful Victoria City, breathing deep from the air...
"Mmmm, what a lovely morning! Time for a governmental meeting, I think. Yes. Quite so!"
"Let's see. I think I need a bit of tea, first. Meeting postponed? Roight. Postponed!"
"And some biscuits too. And those little jams in the individual jars that are ridiculously too small. Delightful!"
"Ah, that's better."
*Desmond goes downstairs, pulls up a single chair to a table-for-one made by Burnham LTD*
"I hereby declare this meeting to have begun!"
"...hmm."
"What shall we do today, I wonder?"
*Desmond lays out a big map of Caledon on the floor, studying it intently*
"Hmm. peaceful here, peaceful there... economic expansion over there... good relations on that border, and that one..."
"Just what shall I do today? I've got to do... something officious!"
*Desmond takes out a bigger map*
"Ah, my, look at the world today! There's that area where the gorean region owner was so terribly snippy to my friend..."
"Mental note: Caledon fundraiser, buy the gorean... they do that, right?... gift her to FurNation via ambassador. Mischief managed."
*quiet reflection*
"What else have we got. Oh, look, there's Neufightstadt... hee! Mental note: don't slip up and say that! How... embarrassing!"
*smiles*
"Neufreistadt. Neuuu-fhhrrreeeeeiiiii-shhhhdaddddT! Ja! Neu.... ... ... FRISTAT!"
*grins gleefully*
"Hmm... Caaaaledon Neufriestadt?... oh my! Now now now, I'd best not be overheard... the people would roar with approval and I'd have to appease them... might get messy."
*looks around furtively*
"Alright, enough levity. Time to get to the first order of business."
*Desmond straightens his cravat and withdraws a crumpled paper from his pocket*
"Note.. One. On the Matter of Foreign Colonies, Provincial Guvnahships and Rampant Grid Imperialism."
"Yes, yes, let's do that. Passed."
*sips tea*
"Note Two. Forestation of Southern Caledon."
"Oh yes! Why, I had thought of that one myself! I shall see to it. Such lovely pines!"
"Note the Third: Something about Another Nation Enquiring to Enter our Sphere of Influence Geographically"
"Now that's a topic, isn't it? Well. Let's be a proper gentleman about that - I won't do *one tiny thing* until I hear what the Lady of Winterfell, the Duchess of Primverness and the Lady of Brythony have to say. Pish tosh, who says I don't take suggestion?"
"Note the Fourth. Clearing the Ban List."
"Mmm, indeed, those fellows have rotted long enough in exile. Besides, we haven't had a good griefer hunt lately, should any of these fellows not have mended their ways. Time for a Tallyho! Who is to say we are not merciful... releasing him... and him... and her, and... oh, there is a particularly nasty bugger! He can rot another week or two... aye, justice is time consuming is it not?"
"Note the Fifth: On the Matter of Democracy coming to Caledon."
"I grow tired..."
"I think I need a nap. Self: I hereby declare this meeting adjourned until.. until... oh, later."
*Desmond curls up with some light reading as he begins to doze off on a posh Victorian couch...*
"Ah Babar, you are such a remarkable elephant, are you not? Such an incredible influence on my childhood..."
*Desmond sleeps, while in the corner a music box plays... on top, a tiny crowned elephant couple slowly turn hand in hand...*