Election Party

[broken_brushes]

The general elections for Island Council were done, and I was happy to post the results to the bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council Elected Positions - Term 10

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[1000_cranes]

Charlie has always loved these parties, even if it's not her on the Council anymore. Ianto's still a councilman, but it's about more than that. Back in Midland, it always felt like she couldn't change a thing, but anything's possible here, and that's always been important. It's always felt important.

She wedges herself in a corner, shoes slipped off, and she watches the party go on.

[captainjack]

"Mrs. Jones, don't you look good," Jack said, smiling brightly. He had such a fondness for Charlie and seeing her so close to to the end of her pregancy was something to behold.

"Do you want me to get you anything? I won't ask you to dance...you look like you've made yourself comfortable."

[1000_cranes]

"Hell, I might just take root," says Charlie, finding a brilliant smile for Jack as she tilts her head back to look at him.

"I would kill for a glass of tea if you could rustle it up, Jack. You'd be my favourite forever."

[captainjack]

"Don't move. I'll be right back," he said, then hurried off to fill her wish. He came back with a glass with tea and ice just for her and presented it with a flourish.

"There you go," he grinned.

[boss_ofme]

Emma didn't understand a thing about politics, but that didn't mean the whole process didn't fascinate her. The women voted in this term were especially intriguing. Strong, capable, and modern. Everything she hoped to be one day, though she still wasn't entirely sure how.

She came to the party in a purple and green dress, the hem stopping just above her knees, and her arms bare. It seemed conservative enough, but it was a daring look for her, showing more skin than she was used to. Shaved legs and nylons and her hair in soft curls, and every day, she felt more and more that her body was hers.

Standing with a glass of punch in hand, she smiled and wondered if one day she could do something as wonderful as those girls whose names had been tacked onto the bulletin board.

[theboywhowaited]

"Don't you look lovely!" Rory gushed in that friendly sort of inoffensive way he had, perfectly complimentary and genuine without insinuating untoward interest. The color really did look well on her and a bit of leg never hurt anybody in Rory's book. (Well, other than when they were used for kicking...)

"Having fun?" he asked, a glass of something fruity in his hand. "Felt like we should always be cursing elections back home, but I like this."

[boss_ofme]

"Oh, thank you," she said with a warm smile. He really was such a sweet man. Possibly the sweetest she'd ever met. That kind of caring seemed so rare in men, but she supposed that was just the way of the world.

"This is the very first election I've ever voted in," she admitted with a shy smile, "Politics are a little beyond me."

[theboywhowaited]

"I'm not sure it counts as politics if there's no money changing hands and absurd ad campaigns," Rory joked. "But I think that's what's nice about it. This may be the first time I've voted and thought it actually made a difference. So, congratulations. On the voting, I mean."

[captainjack]

Jack was absolutely in shock. He'd had no reason to believe he'd win this council bid. He'd never won before. He was going to have to thank Kon for his effort.

He had a glass of something fruity, cold, and sweet and he walked around the party saying hello and shaking hands. He really didn't know what else to say other than thank you. And he wasn't sure what he was going to do tomorrow when he started his new job.

[echolls_cursed]

"You know, as much as I'm gonna hate not having you home all the time- I am really happy for you," Logan confessed as he wandered over, leaning in and kissing the other man on the cheek.

He was holding his own drink, and had made the effort to dress up just a little, trading in his t-shirt for a button down and his torn jeans for a fresh pair right out of the box.

[captainjack]

"I know you don't like anything that I do that isn't you," he grinned, giving Logan a teasing wink. "But this will be good. You'll know where I am, what I'm doing, all that. And I can tell you about exciting paperwork..."

[echolls_cursed]

"Sounds thrilling," Logan snorted, sipping his drink and flashing the other man a grin.

"You gonna start wearing glasses and dressing like a politician?" he asked. "Cause I could get into that..."

[spirited_hero]

[polly_okeefe]

I tapped his glass to mine. "Democracy? The indomitable spirit? Or just us? How did it feel to vote?"

[spirited_hero]

[polly_okeefe]

I met his kiss with my own. At his double-entendre, I gave a throaty chuckle. "I think it's your turn to be the demisable one, dearheart." I pulled back and slipped my hand in the crook of his arm. "But we really should be social here. For a little while."

[onceaqueen]

Susan had been asked to take over the position of kitchen staff representative on the council, and while two small children kept her busy, she'd readily agreed. It would be nice to have an additional way to contribute to the island outside her family responsibilities.

She could only stay at the party for a little while, since Rickon and Helen would need to get home and in bed, but she got there early, helped with the preparations, and tried to keep Rickon from creating too much havoc.

[giftless]

Speaking of Rickon, Edmund pulled him up by his armpits and tossed him into the air, taking him safely away from the tablecloth of the refreshments table he had been about to tug on. To stave off the inevitable indignant cries, Edmund offered him a bit of cookie before joining Susan.

"Hello Councilwoman," he greeted cheerfully. Leaning over, he gave his sister a kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations." Edmund knew there hadn't been an island-wide vote for his sister's position, but it was still quite the achievement in his eyes.

[onceaqueen]

"Hello yourself," she said, giving him a fond hug. "And thank you. I'm not quite sure what I've got myself into, but I'll do my best."

Rickon gnawed happily at the cookie and clung to Edmund; when he'd finished it, he looked about for more and scowled at the fact that the plate was on a table far out of his reach.

[giftless]

"You'll be fine," Edmund said confidently. "Running a kitchen's no more difficult than running a kingdom. Probably just as difficult though, so I'm here whenever you need me," he joked.