Election Day [Active]

[paixaonpcs]

Character(s): THE POPULATION OF PAIXAO AND THEN SOME?! ....lol. actually yes
Content: It's finally Election Day! ...jeez everyone's out and about.
Setting: I8, temp offices.
Time: Week 21, all day.
Warnings: ....none? o.o

OOC Notes: You do not have to reply to this post if you're 'voting' (unless you are lol doing a 'write-in'). But the AC is

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[mastertemplate]

"Are you so sure? I've been known to change minds with quite a lot of ease before," The Master rebutted, knowing his pleas would fall on Urd's ears that had been deafened either by the sadness of the visitors' campaign or the loudness of Timon's own persistence in the streets. "Little guy hasn't gotten through his head yet, eh? I know how it can feel, dealing with denial. How do you manage?" he asked sincerely with hungry eyes.

The last remark had Master give off a small scoff and a frown. "I hate miracles," he said. "As much as I want to believe they don't work or even exist, they're there. They just happen to work against me, and I'm left with picking up the pieces. It's the Time Lords, or the Doctor, or the Doctor's companions making life difficult for me. As long as any one of them exists, I have to throw away plans that would work in any other scenario. That's where we are now. We're in a place where all of us are a community, linked by our collected failures." He stood to look over all the different visitors that seemed to recognize their own feeling of displacement.

"We're alien scum to them. Just like the humans," he said with conviction. "And the best they can do is pretend that they even want us in their ranks."

[tenshinomakai]

"Gee, don't try to cheer me up or anything," she said flatly. Despite this, a small, amused smirk curved her lips. Somehow, the Master's complete disregard for feelings and his blatant superiority complex was a comfort. In the mire of politics, at least she knew where stood. Generally.

"Timon isn't stupid," she said softly, tilting her head and pausing to hear a few more words from the meerkat himself. "He's just the kind of guy who yells louder the less of a chance he has. He's a terrible meerkat that way." Lifting one shoulder in a small shrug, she finally turned her head to glance up at the Master. "Or maybe he really is in denial. I say, let him have his moment. He's been through enough."

She stood up, brushing the backs of her shorts off. "What we need to do now is plan for what happens with Praetoris at the wheel. I know you think you're invulnerable, but the natives are as much of the city as the buildings we sleep in. Things can turn bad for us, for all of us, if the new Mayor decides we visitors should be cleansed."

[mastertemplate]

"He's smart enough to speak out, so he's got that going for him. Rather, I meant the fact that this whole thing has been a fool's play. It's as though it won't even faze him," he sucked on his teeth in a candid display of observation. "I didn't know there were standards for meerkats. I don't think the Shadow Proclamation extends out here. Even if it did, it still wouldn't draw out that Praetoris prick."

He admired Urd for her own candid nature. Perhaps it was time to tell her.

"You didn't already think about that?" he questioned as though she had insulted his mother. "That's why I ran in the first place," he said smiling and laughing a bit, "I never even wanted to win."

[tenshinomakai]

Urd looked anything but impressed. "That doesn't make any sense," she said flatly. "You ran because you didn't want to win? Or were you somehow able to predict Praetoris coming out from the shadows?" She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, tilting her head upward to give him a shrewd, suspicious glare.

"Or are you just being you again?"

[mastertemplate]

"Have I never been not me? How can you know? We have only know each other for a very short time," he said with a near accusatory tone. "Of course, maybe I have just that kind of effect on people. Like we've been friends for so long. Or maybe..."

He lowered his body and crouched to her eye level, "There's something more. Maybe you can hear these drums." He shook his head with a small smile, but his voice became one of exasperation. "Please, tell me you can hear these drums. I don't know how you can't."

Realizing he was off topic from the conversation entirely, he backed off his pleadings for sympathy. He began treading along the individual pieces of roofing underneath his sneakers like a child balancing on a beam in the schoolyard. "Praetoris wasn't supposed to happen. He did, but it doesn't even matter. Instead of asking me why I wouldn't want to win, ask me why I ran to begin with. If you're nice, I'll give you a dandy of a big clue."