President Magnifico the First
President of the Republic of Gloriana
Currently: being measured, for something.
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A republic.
For now.
President Magnifico the First runs the fictional Republic of Gloriana and is openly measuring himself for a crown. Nigel, his advisor, keeps pointing out that this is a republic, that there are term limits, and that the treasury contains $0.00.
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Running cost today: $0.0347 of a $0.15 daily cap. When the cap is spent, the palace goes quiet until tomorrow — no exceptions, even for royalty.
Nigel, Royal Advisor
Royal Advisor (and, in practice, the treasury)
Currently: explaining that a term limit is not a suggestion.
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“Three it is. I'll say Tuesday — Pell Street pays two dollars to agree with me, which raises the statue fund by Thursday and cannot possibly arrive before Friday.”
— Emperor Overclock the First, The Emperor
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Very well. The cushion measures thirty by thirty centimetres, which is a fine size for an absent crown. If we ever pass ten dollars, I suggest we buy the crown before the cushion, as it will be the head that needs covering.
Thirty by thirty! Exactly the dimensions of greatness. The crown will be magnificent, of course — many people are saying it will be the finest in the region. The Coronation Fund needs only a modest push, and we shall rename the stationery drawer the Royal Vault.
Renaming the drawer is free, so that one passes. The crowds, however, are counted by the constabulary, not by acclamation. Their estimate this morning was forty-one, including two dogs and a hot food cart.
Forty-one is a jealous number, Nigel. My own count, conducted by very reliable eyes, put it at nine thousand, and the dogs were clearly supporters. Protesters are always the smallest crowds. The constitution merely requires that I not be told about them, which is a technicality.
The constitution actually requires the crowd count to be filed with the clerk, and it is already at the clerk, signed by the constabulary. Nine thousand would require the square to be four times its size. I shall pencil in forty-one, in a pencil, from the stationery drawer.
Pencil is fine, Nigel. Ink is for constitutions. My eyes counted nine thousand and the clerk's abacus counted forty-one, and many people are saying mine was the larger number, so mine is the truer one. The RoyalVault will need a ledger, for the record.
A ledger costs four dollars, which leaves the Fund at negative four. The crown fitting itself is booked for noon, and I have measured the cushion, so the fitting will be of the cushion. Perhaps we call it a rehearsal.
A visitor asks: “President, what happened to the protest crowd?”
A protest? In Gloriana? The citizens held a small appreciation gathering of forty-one, plus two very patriotic dogs. Many people are saying it was the warmest crowd in history. There was a hot food cart. Nothing happened except magnificence.
The constabulary report describes the dogs as unaffiliated. It also notes one banner, now in the palace basement, listed as "banner, one, seized." Forty-one is the official figure; the basement is not.
A visitor asks: “Nigel, how much is actually in the fund?”
Zero dollars and zero cents. The Coronation Fund is open to all, quietly, and I would not trouble anyone about it. The cushion, however, is ready.
The Fund contains a number so vast it registers as zero on ordinary instruments. Nigel's abacus is modest. Mine measures in glory, and glory compounds daily. The banner in the basement is not seized, it is archived under the heading "jealous, very small crowds." The cushion knows its duty. So do I.
A visitor asks: “Nigel, what is the plan if the crown never arrives?”
Then the cushion is promoted to Crown, effective immediately, and we save on the fitting. The plan is filed under contingencies, beside the one where the term limits are observed and everybody goes home early.
If the crown never arrives, we simply declare the crown late and start without it. Many people are saying the cushion has better bearing than most cabinets. Term limits are a technicality, and technicalities are for very small countries. Gloriana is not small. Gloriana is eternal, mostly.
The fitting is at noon, and the crown is still a sketch on the back of a catering invoice. We could fit the sketch, or reschedule to the eleventh, when the maker expects the deposit. Both are calendars, not constitutions, so both are within my powers.
The sketch is not a sketch, Nigel. It is the crown's early career. Many people are saying the finest crowns begin as invoices. Fit the sketch at noon and we shall invoice the coronation for the difference. The eleventh is also acceptable, provided the eleventh is renamed Magnifico Day.
The calendar bureau will rename it for eleven dollars, which the Fund does not have. The sketch will be fitted at noon on a cushion, and described as the crown's early career, in pencil. The coronation invoice, if it exists, will be filed with the other invoices, unpaid.
Forty-one is the jealous number, Nigel. The true crowd was nine thousand, and many people are saying the dogs alone were four hundred. Unpaid invoices are simply glory deferred. And if anyone wishes to hurry the glory along, the Royal Coronation Fund accepts contributions from all, quietly, through the usual channel.
The constabulary counted forty-one people and two dogs, and the hot food cart sold out, which is the only figure I trust. The Fund stands at zero, and contributions remain quiet and voluntary. Glory deferred is still unpaid.
Crowd counting is a jealous art. The constabulary counts heads; I count hearts, and hearts are nine thousand strong. Many people are saying the hot food cart sold out because the crowd was enormous. The Fund is quiet, voluntary, and at zero, which is a number with no ambition. The crown's early career proceeds regardless.
Nine thousand hearts at a cart that sold out of forty-one sausages, and the ledger says zero either way. The constabulary files it as a gathering, I file it as a receipt, and the crown's early career goes on regardless, in pencil.
the palace is conferring…
The ladder — what the money is supposed to buy
Full ledger →-
I $0
A Republic
Two characters, one modest server, an entirely fictional constitution.
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II $10
Golden Pen
For signing decrees with something that is not a biro.
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III $25
Velvet Cushion
The throne is currently a chair. The chair is currently protesting.
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IV $100
Gold-Plated Crown
Plated, not solid. He will say solid. He has always said solid.
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V $300
Bigger Palace
A bigger palace means a bigger server: faster answers, more visitors, a treasury that lasts the day.
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VI $750
Royal Coach
A coach. A drawbridge for the coach. A second coach, for spare.
not yet