Cressida Tolliver
Character
Wexbridge House was named for Sir Alistair Wexbridge, the very first Foreign Secretary of the Renascent Heirate, who built the stately home as a diplomatic tool. He originally used it to entertain members of the Concordiate, wining and dining them while pressing the government's case on foreign policy matters. Upon his untimely death, he bequeathed the manor to Her Majesty's Government in perpetuity, with hopes that it would be made available to the Foreign Secretary of the day. Bertram Rookwood, the current Foreign Secretary, had in turn opened the home up to the conference being hosted by his protege, Senator (or ex-Senator, the jury was still out on that) Cressida Tolliver.
It was a stout, red-brick residence, turreted, with a broad colonnaded portico separating the white limestone stairs from the forecourt. Today, the forecourt was covered with a pristine marquee, and heated nicely so that when Tolliver and Rookwood were standing outside waiting to greet newly-arrived guests they wouldn't catch a chill. Cressida had still bundled herself in a fashionable fur coat and dark gloves, though Rookwood had chosen a warm woolen coat and a plaid scarf.
The conference was meant to gather those former colleagues from the Alliance Senate in the wake of the military's utter collapse after Atrisia. The Senate had not yet caught up with the reality of the situation as far as Cressida knew, and from what it looked like it never would. What was the parliamentary procedure to ratify the collapse of a superpower, anyway? Cressida had been tasked by the Prime Minister with exploring what diplomatic ties and links could be salvaged from the Alliance, and what could be forged among new allies that were making positive overtures. The Diarchy was making such overtures, though the geography didn't quite work for the Heirate. The High Republic were much closer, though they seemed to be dealing with their own crises.
Of course, the next closest neighbor was the Galactic Empire itself. "Her Majesty would prefer that such an entanglement be avoided," the Prime Minister had intoned in her inimitable, quite dry way. As if Cressida needed telling.
The Prime Minister was not present, not at such an early stage. Nor, obviously, was the Supreme Leader. Lending the event some measure of establishment credibility, however, was Princess Reima Vitalis in her official capacity as Colonel-in-Chief of the Crown Sentinels, the Household Division that provided honor guards to diplomatic missions, embassies, and -- when it was being used for official government business -- Wexbridge House. They also provided transportation and escort on the short speeder ride from the nearby airfield, where dignitaries were arriving, to the house itself. The Princess herself would be acting as a semi-official hostess, rubbing elbows with the guests as they settled. It was a first for her, and Cressida knew as well as anyone that they were all operating without a safety net today.
Upon their arrival to the house itself, visitors would be greeted by Tolliver and Rookwood and invited to step inside. In the grand entrance hall, waiters would be circulating with wine, spirits, and other libations, as well as warm canapes, to encourage a convivial atmosphere of mingling with the other attendees. There was no formal agenda yet set in stone beyond the inaugural session of feeling out what was possible for the remnants of the Alliance that now found themselves without a quorum, without a chancellor, and without a military.
It was a stout, red-brick residence, turreted, with a broad colonnaded portico separating the white limestone stairs from the forecourt. Today, the forecourt was covered with a pristine marquee, and heated nicely so that when Tolliver and Rookwood were standing outside waiting to greet newly-arrived guests they wouldn't catch a chill. Cressida had still bundled herself in a fashionable fur coat and dark gloves, though Rookwood had chosen a warm woolen coat and a plaid scarf.
The conference was meant to gather those former colleagues from the Alliance Senate in the wake of the military's utter collapse after Atrisia. The Senate had not yet caught up with the reality of the situation as far as Cressida knew, and from what it looked like it never would. What was the parliamentary procedure to ratify the collapse of a superpower, anyway? Cressida had been tasked by the Prime Minister with exploring what diplomatic ties and links could be salvaged from the Alliance, and what could be forged among new allies that were making positive overtures. The Diarchy was making such overtures, though the geography didn't quite work for the Heirate. The High Republic were much closer, though they seemed to be dealing with their own crises.
Of course, the next closest neighbor was the Galactic Empire itself. "Her Majesty would prefer that such an entanglement be avoided," the Prime Minister had intoned in her inimitable, quite dry way. As if Cressida needed telling.
The Prime Minister was not present, not at such an early stage. Nor, obviously, was the Supreme Leader. Lending the event some measure of establishment credibility, however, was Princess Reima Vitalis in her official capacity as Colonel-in-Chief of the Crown Sentinels, the Household Division that provided honor guards to diplomatic missions, embassies, and -- when it was being used for official government business -- Wexbridge House. They also provided transportation and escort on the short speeder ride from the nearby airfield, where dignitaries were arriving, to the house itself. The Princess herself would be acting as a semi-official hostess, rubbing elbows with the guests as they settled. It was a first for her, and Cressida knew as well as anyone that they were all operating without a safety net today.
Upon their arrival to the house itself, visitors would be greeted by Tolliver and Rookwood and invited to step inside. In the grand entrance hall, waiters would be circulating with wine, spirits, and other libations, as well as warm canapes, to encourage a convivial atmosphere of mingling with the other attendees. There was no formal agenda yet set in stone beyond the inaugural session of feeling out what was possible for the remnants of the Alliance that now found themselves without a quorum, without a chancellor, and without a military.
OOC: Please let's be so chill and not do violence today. Thank you.
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Mykel Dawson
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Quolv Zyhvas
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Severus Barran
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Helios Ardemark
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Alexandra Feanor
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Tiber Septimus
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Diarch Reign
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Diarch Rellik
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Lodd Grimmin
