no canes allowed [SEMI-OPEN]

[notrueking]

Characters: Diplomats, politician types, security, and other types with a lot of political clout. Characters involved in big business and journalists are allowed as well! If you have any questions about whether or not your character can join in, please ask.
Content: LET'S DISCUSS POLITICS AT THE POLITICAL PANEL! Issues such as demihuman rights,

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Demihuman Rights

[legallygreen]

Jennifer had arrived at the panel without an escort. Considering what she would have found still aboard Serenity was probably either uncouth or tanked, she decided it would be best to go alone. As such, when she arrived, she presented her own papers to security, and was guided inside.

She was given a seat at one of the table, and was relieved of her parasol and coat, as well as her hat, so she was left looking rather dignified with her long hair pinned up in a neat bun, and dressed in gray and burgundy, with her glasses on. She straighted her basque and waited for others to arrive, her stance on demihuman rights quite well known, but there was always some good to be done by talking.

[killallsparks]

Othar sneaked into the theatre like his usual subdued self.... meaning he burst through the doors shouting loudly: "Fear no longer, fellow diplomacy types! For, I, Othar Tryggvassen, Erealian Diplomat! have now arrived, and we may proceed with our glorious talks about truth, justice, and the Reialian way!" He smiled broadly, and sat down at his assigned seat, which, he was a bit peeved to discover, was directly across the table from Ambassador Walters.

[legallygreen]

Oh bloody hell.

Jennifer heard him before he entered the room, but then managed to hope that perhaps he would go somewhere else. Unfortunately, that hope was shattered, shattered like a crystal flower as he sat in front of her and looked at her as if she were the one who had accused him of being some monster the last time they spoke.

She barely managed to maintain her composure when he gave her that look. Something inside her was bubbling very close to the surface, but she let it slide for an icy look right at him, and then went back to sorting her papers. There was absolutely no reason to engage him in conversation before the discussions began.

[killallsparks]

How adorable! The Ambassador, obviously so secretly smitten with him that she had switched the chair reservations so he'd sit across from her, was now doing her best to look demure and lady-like! Best to humor her, then.

Othar had removed his visor on the pretense of cleaning it. He secretly glanced at the Ambassador a few times, keeping such looks low profile, of course. He remained silent... for about .05 seconds.

"It is nice to see you again, Miss Ambassador."

Say no to BUM and add Badlands to Vohemar :)

[itsadate]

Date had little concern over the little petty discussions that honestly didn't concern him. Demihumans were a part of life. Get on and deal with it. Solare was really this ship's own stupidity. If there's only one thing that concerned him, it was that land that Joseph Falls' called his own -- the Badlands.

As for as he knew, it was an open space. One that was open for them, the Vohemaro, to roam and conquer. He even has some of his men stationed by some of the mines and if that was not enough, these same towns have pledged loyal allegiance to him.

Hence, it was appropriate for Date to start this discussion, taking his position up in the front and said, "Give me a good reason why the Badlands should be free."

...What am I doing...

[heiroflight]

Why is there a twelve year-old looking child talking to Date? The universe may never know but it was happening. He really wasn't that interested in the badlands, but the talk of oppression rose the Blue Bomber's heroic impulses.

"Because, in the end, oppression is a horrible thing."

[itsadate]

And what would a twelve yr. old know about oppression? More so oppression in the Badlands? As far as Date was concerned, oppression was not from Vohemar's hands but from Falls' union and those enterprising capitalist Ivonians.

"Know your place, young boy."

He wasn't here to meddle with uninformed individuals.

Solare, terrorism, and free love for all

[handsomest]

Listening to the rest of the discussion had been depressing, although Tamaki did his best not to look it. One thing he learned was to keep a political smile, one that was encouraging rather than disappointing. Previous discussions had been dismal, ran by old men who had nothing but their own interest.

What caught his attention though was the question on Solare. Solare was his first venture out of Erealia, an unreal reality of dismal proportions, one that still saddened the count to this date.

He listened to some people speak of the injustice done in Solare, but was it really injustice.

"Don't you think that we simply misunderstood what had happened in Solare? Instead of questioning the violence, shouldn't we question why these people have turned into violence?"

...well.

[namcuius]

"The answer is simple," came the voice of one Ciel Phantomhive from his spot in the panel of people. The earl had of course came - he certainly wouldn't have missed this - but he hadn't really seen anything worthwhile for him to place his input in until now. The BUM and everything else weren't too much of his concern (for now, that was) - Solare, however, was another story

well...

[handsomest]

No one could have said it better. A part of him was rather disappointed that his education has filtered this knowledge for him but he was grateful that taking off from Erealia has taught him an infinite amount of things that classrooms would never teach.

However, rather than sinking on the negatives, Tamaki smiled in response.

"It may sound sad, but I do believe that our discussions here should turn it into something hopeful. If we cannot change the lives of the people then there's no point to this panel." If there's something that Tamaki wanted, it's change for people's lives to be better.

Why do we keep tagging each other fffff.

[namcuius]

"I suppose that is true," Ciel admitted, after a short pause. He straightened himself properly, looking sharp again as he inclined his head slightly towards the count. "Might you have any suggestions then, Count Suou? I'm sure the voice of one who is still fresh from his experiences would help in shedding much light in what must be done for those people, before things there become much more worse."

SECURITY!

[edge_of_honor]

Edgeworth paced around the room, keeping an eye on the diplomats and an ear on their conversations. While the festival was enjoyable enough on its own, this was the event he was looking forward to. The other revelers can have their contests and celebrations; he'd content himself with being a fly on the wall. Not only did this allow him to keep abreast of current events in a way a mere civilian would be unable to, this presented a golden opportunity to educate himself and advance his own goals.

Though, so far, the event seemed peaceful. He couldn't let his guard down, though, there was no telling-

Somewhere off in the distance, he heard the bellow of Othar Tryggvassen's entrance. There was no telling what idiots might arrive, he thought to himself. Edgeworth winced at the volume and resisted an urge to glare at the door; that would be undiplomatic. But, if all the attendees were as ...colorful as Tryggvassen, then he'd have his work cut out for him.

[isntthatwright]

Phoenix wasn't missing this for anything. This was easily the most important event at the Hanami Festival. While it was hardly an executive board capable of taking action, it would give an idea of the current feelings and opinions held throughout Reial at the moment. As a member of the press, he was allowed to attend, though the table on the stage was reserved for diplomats. As it was, the reporter was standing by the stage, a notebook and pen in his hands. He was taking notes of the attendees and the conversation topics, observing who held which opinions.

"Othar...Tryggvassen...Erealian Diplomat!" Phoenix muttered, scribbling it down in shorthand. Wait, why did I announce that second part? he wondered.

[edge_of_honor]

"It doesn't need to be repeated, Wright. He made himself quite clear the first time."

Edgeworth stood right behind him, arms crossed behind his back. It was sort of amazing how quickly and quietly he could get to a place in order to make someone feel uncomfortable.

"I take it you're in need for a new story?"

[isntthatwright]

Nnnk! Where did HE come from?! It was all Phoenix could do not to jump. (However, he did tense, and his hair did stand on end rather amusingly.)

Once he'd composed himself, he turned to face Edgeworth. "Actually, I wanted to cover this meeting because it's an important event," he said. Phoenix truly hoped this went well.

Buisness

[heiroflight]

Rock had taken after his father in many ways. He came to the big poltical thing, dressed like him. A blue lab coat, a red vest under it and a black tie with white polka dots on it, instead of a suit and tie.

However he took after his mother in that all of his papers/blueprints, and everything he needed to stay current with what was being said, were neatly stacked and placed where he was. His father had wanted him to represent Light Labs (and try to get some contracts on the side) and he couldn't refuse.

He just hopped he didn't screw anything up...Or get in an heated political argument with someone...wasn't he too young too be in politics anyways?

He was also dreading people telling him he was too young to be here.

Journalist

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka saw the dark-haired boy with the soft blue eyes taking a seat at the table of panelists. He looked even younger than Hisoka did, and that automatically made Hisoka feel sympathy for him. The boy was obviously well-prepared, with his reference materials tidily stacked at his place.

Hisoka was sitting up in his chair looking very alert, with his steno pad on his knee, pencil tucked behind his ear. But he was back in the fourth row in the audience section, far out of talking range, and anyway, the event was about to begin. He didn't know if Rock could see him, and besides, Rock didn't know Hisoka, but Hisoka gave him an encouraging smile anyway. The smile said, You're smart, even if you're young. Don't be afraid to let people know it.