[right][color=silver][sub][b][i]"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢."[/i][/b][/sub][/color][/right]

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[right][code]Rainy, Temp: 4° 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝟶%, 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝟿3% 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍: 𝟾𝚔𝚖/𝚑[/code][/right]
[b][code]EuroNet Global Network[/code][/b]

[right][code]| Blacklight 𝟽𝟸𝟶.79𝚌𝚛 (-𝟺.𝟸2%) | Zero 𝟸𝟷𝟷.36 (+𝟷𝟷.72%) | NOW 𝙻𝚝𝚍 𝟺𝟻𝟻.2𝟶 (+2.2%) | Ikon 957.22cr (-6.44%) | 
| Exodus 526.11cr (+1.06%) | Ori 316.02 (+0.40%) [/code][/right]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂: 
| Blacklight launchs deal with JPN-22 carrier corporation, Ori |
| NOW introduces New Lux to Market   |
| Korporat18 invents new vodka serum |
| Uneasy Nova-Solace ceasefire in place with border implement regulations |


[hr][center][h3][code]𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.[/code][/h3]
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[color=5F9EA0]»[/color] 𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙽𝙾𝚆.[/center]

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There were several public transportation methods in EuroCorp. The most popular was the EuroRail. It ran on time, all the time and ran through each and every district. Members of the riot had taken the train, apparently and gone unnoticed in their violent garb. A shock from citizens that such an occurrence could happen under the surveillance of Blacklight was prevalent, as usual. Citizens did not feel safe.  Blacklight was integrating stricter methods, as always, but this time, they were pressed to react in a quicker manner. They had to implement measures NOW.

Business relations were being forced, and the leader in connecting relations was supposed to be NOW. However, with the new kid on the corporate block, Ori, in town, NOW was feeling a fold in their delivery system business. Blacklight did not care which company helped with the implementation, as long as it was soon. The top of EuroCorp was pushing for safer transportation, physically and digitally. 

Exodus had been asked for help. However, they were caught in an event in Oshun, as usual. It was a typical excuse when Exodus was asked to exercise their national duty. They boasted that they  were a diamond in the rough and the only corporation that did anything for Europa let alone Terra. Exodus never took full credit, but the CEO, Mister Xander Uthman, always held himself like the biggest man in town. It was hard for him not to do so. He was tall and large framed. His dark presence was intimidating enough, but his deep, low voice had such an authoritative tone, no one wanted to question the amount of social responsibility Exodus really did.

Ikon was reworking an image of Eva and Jakab for the media. A new story was going to be delivered. This time, the romance would be more gripping and tragic. The viewers needed to know how hard it was for Eva to leave Jakab, and instead of condemning and mocking Jakab, they wanted a finer, more graceful point of understanding as to why he did what he did in order to elicit less curiosity on his why and to pull more interest into the goddess’ why. 

Mister Mak Møller had travelled to Korporat18 in order to experience a new scenery for the project. There are rumors shadier business had happened, but the guppy had too many good looks going his way for anyone to expect much more than he probably became very intoxicated and might have made a social fool of himself. He was also far too new to the industry for anyone to believe he had strings he could pull successfully.

Zero was venturing into EuroMed. It started with providing food and sympathetic attempts to help patients who were left in the hospital system for days at a time. Press believes Mister Ueno wants Zero’s social responsibility to begin helping Exodus save Terra. “[code]One must learn to crawl before learning to walk, and walk before running,[/code]” Mister Xander Uthman was reported saying when compared to how minuscule providing  special food for EuroMed patients was compared to what Exodus was doing for Terra. For this, both Exodus and Zero, both saw a rise in stock. 

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𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖
 I𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 
 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚔,
 W𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗.[/code]

[right][code]𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝟷𝟸[/code][/right][hr]

[color=silver][b][color=#FFB6C1]Ｔ[/color]ｈｅ [color=#FFB6C1]Ｓ[/color]ｈｉｎｉｇａｍｉ [color=#FFB6C1]Ｐ[/color]ａｒｔｙ[/b][indent][indent][indent][right] 𝙱𝚢 𝙾𝚛𝚒[/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]


Outlining the room’s perimeter, electronic strippers glittered their metal bodies along gleaming, flashing poles in rhythm to the digital light show that was grinding through the party. People were ushered around the show, giving themselves to the erotic nature with deep anticipation. The main attraction of the exhibit was positioned in the center of the vicinity. A sole, naked android was making a monologue of movements in the honorary Tachikata style for Eva.  She was only at the beginning of her number and had not yet blossomed from her kimono, which indicated a great deal of intricacy in her response system as a robot. One lucky bidder would take her home tonight and do with her as he or she pleased while remaining completely anonymous. She was a gift from Ori, JPN-22’s first corporate venture into EuroCorp.

There was skepticism about Ori, and strangely enough, despite the suspicion, Ori went along with booking the location of the party at a place that was atypical for high society.  In fact, it had been birthed in a warehouse of some beaten-up building that seemed to be a bit too rundown for this sort of operando. Crusted signs lined  the walls with cracks and blisters from age old problems, and an animation of paint glowed purposefully in mock vandalization over the gaudy displays. Such a district number was running a little too high for so many high status individuals to be seen in it, but the attendees didn’t seem the mind, especially with the mechanical view arousing their interests. Ori was a company for everyone, JPN-22 boasted to EuroCorp. Ori would help EuroCorp unite Europa. However, despite any boasts Ori boasted, Europa and JPN-22 understood there would always be room for special treatment. 

In a corner of the room, hidden by the metal columns that were used for sanctioning quarters of the party, cushioned lounges were set aside for special performances on translucent, neon tables. Several men and a few women were relaxing. Contraptions evolving with metal gears and pipes sat loyally by or on each guest. None of the contraptions looked identical and probably all had different riveting purposes with their flaunting lights. One of the occupants was breathing through one of the tubes, adding to the incense that pulled the party together. His eyes were fluttering red, underneath Oculus Glasses.

“[code]So much life,[/code]” Mister Hiero Ueno commented off-handedly through the smoke that fogged the repository.  Tilting his head upwards in a stiff gesture that sternly embraced a stoic amusement, Mister Ueno drew in a breath, strong in generosity of the bereavement of locale.  He had spoken to no one in particular, but the persons around him acknowledged the CEO’s comment, nonetheless, pausing their own chatter to make wholesome mockery of his cunningness.

“[code]I’m glad you think so,[/code]” Mister Mak Moller smirked heartlessly behind a sharp, clear looking liquor glass. His eyes gleamed with treacherous honesty at Mister Ueno, steadily watching the target’s dispassionate arousal. A compliment was a compliment, and Mister Moller had no qualms about pulling a tooth or two for more recognition.  He had no use for Mister Ueno's vagueness. It was something he liked to call [i]cowardly,[/i] “[code]I designed them myself.[/code]” He lowered his glass, resting it in a gloating, naive grip as he looked over at the beautiful works of machinery, provided robust movements, he had only seen a handful of actually attractive humans be able to do.

The young CEO brought his attention back to Mister Ueno and smugly rested his frame into the back of the cushioned lounge chair.  Both men met each other eye-to-eye. One had a youthful ease of arrogance, while the other had a conjecture of age. Despite the differences, there was mutual acknowledgement in each other’s eyes.  The future was close and each man hoped he had the upper edge.  Without much more thought, Mister Moller embraced the livelihood of the party and took another lustful sip of amber intoxication. His spare hand waved over a censor on the party-provided Oculus Dreamer Glasses (OD Glasses), fitted over his short, wispy hair. The gadgets shifted its gears and moved their arms to cover the young man’s eyes and let him indulge in the virtual illusions of the now.

Mister Ueno shifted his body by motioning his arm around the escort next to him.  He was more concerned about the whereabouts of Ms. Irani Remes than to truly engaging in the pleasures around him. Ms. Remes had declined the invitation to the party assumedly out of caution or her biggest downfall — her vanity. However, he was not without suspecting she has most likely made her appearance in some way or another. There was too much advertisement from EuroCorp for someone like her to resist attending.

“[color=7063E0]A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Ueno?[/color]” Penny asked charily as her body eased into his austere grip. The linen on his suit was soft but stiff -- almost like Mister Ueno himself.  She had a preference for his clothes over him, though. There was a deadness in him that smelled whenever he stirred his body.  Thankfully, the thickness of fumes and smoke from the party’s aesthetics clouded out his piscine scent. Penny kept her breaths steady as Mister Ueno shifted his body to give her more counterfeit attention. She felt the satin of his suit caress against her cheek and a sweet smile tried to hide itself from cherrying. It was all a lie, though

Mister Ueno’s eyes widened as they could, staring down at the young woman with features that reminded him of his homeland, JPN-22. There was something cheap about her, as if he had abandoned her some traditional values of her heritage, but her juvenile appearance and vulnerable attire made up for allurement, “[code]You have too much prettiness for an answer to such a question,[/code]” he replied.  Someone had paid her to bide his time, and although he had some trust in her, he was not about to open up to her, especially, in front of such an audience.

Penny downcast her eyes. The buzzing from her drink was more interesting than him, but what did she care? “[color=7063E0]Your compliments are most caring, Mr. Ueno,[/color]” she gently stroked in exaggeration. He smelt better when she teased him with such compliments, and with his coyness, it seemed safer to follow her nose when taking action with the man. He was, after all, a EuroCorp fat cat. His presence should have a controlling atmosphere over the people around him, and she was no exception.

“[code]There was an awful car crash today,[/code]” he mused. Their conversation sunk from the usual beat of the party and started twisting into something parabolic. When Mister Ueno’s mood softened into this zenith state, it would remind Penny of her father when, before the move to Europa. Her eyes closed, and she brought the buzzing drink to her mouth, letting the sounds surround her, especially the ones that came from Mister Ueno.