"Yeah, that's all I needed!" Par said, having to shout as Morris was already running after his traitorous subordinate. He then turned to Carrie:

"Carrie, let's go inside the warehouse for a bit; we have to plan things. You six," he turned towards his bodyguards, "stay outside, admit only those who are [i]actually[/i] sick or injured in, and guard against any intruders; the snipers on the upper windows will still be there to support you." He and Carrie then went inside the warehouse, calling the rest of the traders to one of the upper rooms, where one of the snipers kept watch.

"We have three options," Par said to the young men and women with him, "one is to go to the Outer Regions and find some loot of our own, or perhaps help the Revolutionaries should they get in trouble, another is to meet up with Napoleon V directly, and the third, is to discover more about the King; call me vain, but I want to see if I can seduce him, first."

"Wouldn't that be unsafe?" said Carrie, "I mean, even if you succeed, you'll alienate [i]everyone[/i]; nobles and commoners alike. People don't like foriegners having a sexual hold over their rulers, especially when said foriegners stand for outside interests, which you do."

"Oh, come on, let Par have his fun!" spoke Bruno, a tall, strapping man with black hair and eyes like Par; he was also gay. "At the very least, he can get us info on how high society here works!"

"Let's hedge our bets, though," Midna, a thin, blonde woman with grey eyes interjected. "Par can spend the rest of the day, this night, and the next morning trying to enter the King's Circle, but on one condition; if he only succeeds with someone other than the King, or the King doesn't change his policies because of a pretty face, we turn to the Revolution."

"In the meantime," said one more trader, Alfredo, who had an average build and tan skin, as well as brown hair, "I and Eric," Eric was the last trader, "will run the Hospital, and prepare for its evacuation in two days." 

"Will you be taking a roundabout route to the Saeverux District, then?" Eric, a mild, redheaded 18-year old who looked much younger. "You might want to avoid the Proix if you don't want to be distracted."

"I will," said Par, "Carrie and three bodyguards will go with me; that leaves seven inside this building and six outside. We'll also be taking 400 caps; half our remaining store. Who knows, we might find a way to maximize them."

"Good luck then," Eric, then the rest, spoke warmly; they had utmost confidence in their leader. Of course, they'd prepare cures for STDs, just in case he caught anything. And with that, Par and Carrie picked three bodyguards, got their caps, and went outside the makeshift hospital, ready for their infiltration of high society!

((Is a timeskip permitted?))

In order to join a high society function, one must at first [i]look[/i] the part. So Par and Carrie's first order of business, once they made their way to Saerevux, was to look for the nearest fashion store, one that sold luxurious garments. Once they reached the nearest high-end, high-class fashion shop, Par would then bargain with the manager, introducing himself as a 'Merchant Prince' while doing so, and using every trick in his book, including seduction if the manager (he or she) was of compatible orientation.*

He would also inquire as to any parties held by high society; the higher, the better, as well as to whether invitations were required, and if there were, how to get invited shortly. Then, he would go to a Jewelry store and buy a ring of pure platinum, again using his skills to mark down the price, as well as find out more about any ongoing parties. After that, a perfume store, and the same old routine.

And once he was done, he would do as Sebastian did and approach the Palace, although unlike the stealth-suited man, Par looked the part, clad in a dapper tuxedo with a bulletproof vest underneath, tuxedo pants, and a fedora. He also had his Platinum ring and a cane. Should the guards accost him, Par would then say, charismatically:

"I am Paradise Rapids, a Merchant Prince from the North, come to pay his respects to His Majesty the King and negotiate favorable trade deals for my faction. I fulfil all requirements of money and fashion needed, as you can see."

"And, if paying my way to see the King is needed, well, I can do that too, as I mentioned."

((*Using Charisma, and if possible, Confirmed Bachelor or Lady Killer.))

[@Ordure], [@Tuxedo Fox], [@Lord Coake], [@Ulstermann], [@Vulkan]