Date: March 11th, 1861 Time: Noon Location: Austrian Embassy, Arcastein [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/xjDkoXg.png[/img] [h1][color=gold]Outside the Austrian Embassy Arcastein, City of Aeraport[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Ah, the Aeraport. The journey here had felt long and irksome - Mostly due to the snobby, foul-smelling Frenchmen the diplomat had had the honor to travel with. He couldn't understand why French people were permitted in first class anyways, they knew nothing of etiquette. Unlike [i]his[/i] countrymen. Untasteful. If there was a good side to this, it was the fact that he wouldn't have to travel with a blimp again any time soon. Either way, this place was like something from another world - Of course technically it was. Or could it be he'd descended to Hell itself? Von Lochau's first impression of the city of Aeraport was how lively and organic it felt, like an anthill, but with people. So... A peoplehill. He'd seen the post cards and the travel guides but nothing on paper could really portray the beauty of this Victorian architecture, this level of detail. At least something good had once come out of Britain. He walked through a crowded park, thinking to himself how perfectly a statue of the Kaiser would fit on the center of it. Or a statue of himself. Or in the best scenario, statues of both. Would it ever happen? Probably not. He was, of course, in the upper area of the city, or Arcastein. The way it had been organized between three layers thoroughly pleased the Austrian - The last thing he wanted to do was having to mingle with disgusting foreign peasantry in his free time. He hadn't gotten his hands on an in-depth map of this place yet, which was of course a mistake on the Empire's foreign ministry's part. He wondered if somewhere in there was a quarter inhabited solely by German-speaking immigrants. There had to be one. He'd go look for it the moment he'd find an ounce of free time, even if it meant going down to the lower levels. Von Lochau stepped in the embassy building, politely greeting everyone in his native language and handing over his suitcase to the first person he came across. An older man waved him to the great staircase and introduced himself as Herr August von Galishoff. [i]Service staff, ugh.[/i] His clockwork leg made a loud clank as he strolled through his new office. Lots of warm colors, wood and cloth. He liked the place, despite it feeling a tad outdated and shabby for his taste. "Hire interior designer to do touch-ups", he wrote to the notebook he'd picked from one of the tables. It was here that he'd would be the face of the Empire, or the third head of the double-headed eagle as he liked to think, and the milieu would have to fit this image. More black and yellow, more statues, more national symbols, definitely. A new set of furniture, preferably with more decoration, bling and price. And would somebody [i]please[/i] hang his family crest on the wall? Speaking of the wall, the previous ambassador's painting still hung proudly on it. What a fat and unpleasant-looking man, von Lochau though. No matter he'd ended up choking on a piece of his own food. He'd have to get someone working on a portrait of his own to replace this atrocity as soon as possible. He decided to allow some poor soul from Agartha the chance to try their hands this honorable commission, for he'd gladly support a local artist. Someone would have to ask around about this though, probably that fool Galishoff. Von Lochau clapped his hands to summon the man. [center][hider=Von Lochau's office, second floor of the Austrian embassy to Agartha][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z8CyCgW.png[/img][/hider] [hider=This poster could be found all over the streets right on the following day][img]https://i.imgur.com/L6Zqtcb.png[/img][/hider][/center]