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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[broken_brushes]

The first time I'd run for Council, even my nomination had been a surprise. Pleasant, but definitely unexpected-I don't think that it had occurred to me to want something like that until I had it. Back then, I hadn't had anything to lose. This time, having a seat on the Council had come to actually mean something to me. I would have stepped down graciously had I lost, but I was more than a little relieved to be reelected.

After the big turn out on Tabula Rasa Day, having another party so soon almost seemed like overkill, but I was glad for it. I was proud to be part of the Council, and happily circulated the party with a drink and a smile.

[whatdiesinside]

"Huh, I didn't think you'd actually get in," Snafu deadpans when she draws close enough, but it's only another beat before he lets a boyish little smile curl his lips back from his teeth.

She's the only one he voted for, nothing to do with a speech, nothing to do with an agenda. This time around, he just likes to look the powers that be in the eye.

And, well. She makes a good cup of coffee.

[broken_brushes]

I returned his smile with a knowing smirk and leaned in to place a quick peck to his cheek. "Thank you for your vote, Merriell," I replied, and ruffled his curls before drawing away again.

[whatdiesinside]

His brows lift, but he shakes his head and laughs it off. He can't remember the last time someone ruffled his fucking hair, but he's not surprised that it's her doing it now. "Run out of babies to kiss?"

[wildlyconflictd]

Pepper was, for the most part, at this party for Peter. Not that she was disinterested in the island's few attempts at politics, but she'd lost her taste for parties in general back in September. The last she'd attended almost entirely to keep a ready eye on Tony, although she certainly wouldn't have told him as much. She was proud of Peter, though, and felt showing her face at a celebration at least partially in his honor was the least she could do.

[prodigaljaybird]

"Jesus christ," says Jason at her elbow. Another goddamn party, hell, has it even been a week? He looks around the gathering, calculating the quickest path to the food and exit.

"This is all anybody does here."

[wildlyconflictd]

"Would you rather they sulk?" Pepper asks, turning an arched eyebrow Jason's way, although she certainly sympathizes with the notion.

"I know why I'm here, but why've you shown up?" Surely it's not just for her sparkling company.

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason looks around again, frown dipping lower. "I wanted to go to the laundry room," he says. "Party's the only way through to it." He glances back to her, wondering if her outfits are always so...reserved, though he guesses it matches her demeanor. "Why are you here?"

[justsookie]

Sookie had started her day by sitting by the cemetery. As morbid as some might have thought it, being there around the plots decorated with flowers and wreaths made her feel just a bit closer to her own grandmother. Gran would have been proud, Sookie knew, to watch her granddaughter actually chance running for a position on a committee such as the Island Council. The mere fact that she'd gotten up there and made that speech not only showed her devotion to the island's people (which was growing stronger by the day), but some level of confidence. Believing that she could be good for the island. She'd prayed to her gran, starting just after the sun started peeking over the horizon, until she knew the results for the election would be posted.

And anyone who had seen her approach the posting probably saw a spritely little blonde twirling around in disbelief and delight.

By the time the party started, she was slightly sobered, knowing that as happy as she was to have gotten a spot on the Council, the real work would begin the next morning

[chasinghumanity]

Sookie might have sobered slightly, but Mitchell certainly hadn't. Decades of watching politicians dance around and pontificate had left him feeling surely jaded to all things governmental, and in some ways that sentiment had extended to the island council. Sure, they organized a lot of things, but human beings were miraculous creatures and Mitchell felt sure that the island would have been just as well off with the council framework as without.

But Sookie being on the council was another matter entirely. Mitchell was proud, fit to bursting proud, and had been from the moment Sookie had stepped on to the stage to deliver her speech all the way to then at the party, celebrating her victory.

He slid up behind her and wrapped an arm about her waist, gently tugging her back against his chest so he could kiss her cheek. His own glass of punch he held safely away so he didn't dare spill. "Have I mentioned yet how proud of you I am?" he murmured in her ear.

[justsookie]

At times, Sookie had to admit that Mitchell's laid-back nature had made it very difficult for the blonde to get her wits about herself; the calmer Mitchell was, it seemed, the more Sookie went about in a flurry, as though she had to compensate for his lack of tension. Of course, she'd taken advantage of his unyielding support often enough, burying her face into his shirt a number of times over the past few days whenever the stress got to be too much. But only now was she finally able to relax, and yet, that seemed to be the last thing she wanted anymore, blood pumping with adrenaline as she let out a tiny squeal at the feel of his arm around her waist. She turned until she could face him fully, before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, a little clumsier than usual for the smile that spread across her face.

"You don't even like politics," she protested playfully, free arm moving to wrap around his neck as she dropped another teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth, laughing as she pulled away. "But hey, I like makin'

[chasinghumanity]

"But I like you," he pointed out in a playful undertone, his hand sliding over the curve of her hip. There were times when Mitchell wanted nothing more than to carry Sookie off to more secluded spots, but tonight wasn't one of those times. Just simple love and admiration made his words.

"And no one's ever thought of you as my arm candy," Mitchell scoffed. "If anything, now I'm yours. But I'm not changing the wardrobe," he said, cutting her off before she could suggest such a thing.

[with_diamonds]

For Lucy, that she'd been nominated for the Council at all still seemed incredibly surreal, let alone the fact that she had somehow managed to get elected. While it was just about the last thing she ever would have expected for herself, it made a certain kind of sense all the same. Even as the girl who'd been involved in starting riots, she had still been trying only to make a difference. Now, she was just going about it from the other side of things. In some ways, she really had changed a lot from who she had been when she'd arrived here. In others, she hadn't at all. Strange as it all was, she couldn't help but think that she had made the right decision in going for this

[outoftheattic]

"Congratulations."

Although parties weren't really his scene (they never had been, even during college), Laurence had voted, and as such, he figured he'd put in an appearance. When he'd heard about the election, he'd decided that voting was probably something worth doing. He didn't know most of the people here, sure, but he'd semi-accepted the fact that he'd be here at least a little longer, and as such, he might as well participate in something that would have an effect on how he was to get along.

[with_diamonds]

"Thanks," Lucy said, her grin more instinctive than anything else, an impulse that still struck her as slightly strange. She wasn't wasting time dwelling on how things had consistently been before this past month, though, not at a time like this. Shifting her weight a little, not quite still, she gestured out at the rest of the party with the hand holding a cup. "Having a good time?"

[outoftheattic]

Lucy's had been the only name he recognized. That said, their interactions in the clinic during their respective recuperation had been enough for him to go for it, anyway.

Trying to push aside his usual dry attitude given the generally happy air of the party.

"Better than I've had for a while," he said, which was, all things considered, completely true.

[borncareless]

A few days, now, Delysia has been on the island, and it isn't nearly enough to have started getting her bearings. Hell, a part of her still half-expects that she'll blink and be back in England, that all of this is imaginary, too absurd to be real. Whatever this is all about, though, it's the least she can do to try to enjoy herself. She'd never miss a party, anyway. So, despite the fact that she really couldn't care less about this Council business and that she hardly knows a person in this place at all, she puts on a casual dress she's found in that ridiculous box and shows up, looking every bit like she belongs. That's one thing she always has been good at.

[spirited_hero]

[borncareless]

The speaker earns a sideways glance from Delysia, expression growing skeptical, though her smile doesn't fade. "Well, it's a bit slow," she says with a shrug (as far as she's concerned, that's putting it mildly), and pauses to sip her drink. Only when she lowers her cup does she really get a look at him, and then, her eyes widen, Delysia making no effort to hide all too apparent shock. "Oh my God, what is on your face?"

[spirited_hero]