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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The usual murmur and hub-bub of the Mall's at a higher kilter to helter skelter as various of the Mall Rats bum about with a few actually being productive with the sound equipment and lights. There must have been promises of some good herb or scrap. A long table is set up on the rugged stage, and four seats are occupied. |
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| + | The first is a Plump Tiger with a snug-fitting two-piece suit hugging his form and a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. In front of him is a sign reading "Mr. Whiskers". Beside him, next in line, is a Puffin in like attire, her colorful bill quite festive in comparison to her business suit attire. Before her is a sign reading "James Van Beak". A Prim Piggy dressed in an old white suit with navy vest and a string tie sits next, and before him is a sign reading "Earnest Hamm", and in the last seat is a woman in a dusky trench coat and rumpled dress shirt, a Hound with a ready smile on her jowled lips. Before ehr is a sign reading "Colonel McGruff". | ||
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| + | Overseeing the guests on stage and the crowd that's grown and milled before the Mall stage is a Fluffy Kitten with especially full, fluffy fur and hair both. She speaks into a handheld microphone, "Hello! Hello! Is this thing on? Hi there! I'm Catty Grantson, and here we have several of the leading figures in the growing political climate. Today, we're going to have a public debate where you, the audience will be posting questions. In a few minutes, we'll be pulling form the crowd for questions. How is everyone today?" Her voice chipper and ecstatic.<br> <br>Miru is already there! The okami is a flurry of activity as she makes phone calls to get information about those supposed ?leading figures?, and go over her notes. This journalist was dead set on making this first batch of would be politicians receive the full attention of the citizens of Fairhaven. At the moment, Miru was standing as near to the stage as possible, camera in hand and taking some pictures. <br> <br>Arthur heard that there was going to be a debate with politicians. He wasn't sure what that was all about, as he didn't think any of that would actually matter, given how Zephyr seemed to have the true power in the region. Still, might be worth listening to them and, who knows, maybe he can ask some hard questions. | ||
| + | Arriving there, the dark elf found a lot more people than he expected. Maybe because it was inside Mall Rat territory, or maybe people actually expected something useful to come out of it. He tried to get as close as possible to the stage, in case he decided to lift his hand to ask anything.<br> <br>Noragnir moves quietly through the crowd the dragoness making sure hir wings were pulled tight to her to avoid the crowd. Shi had co,e after hearing of the news of a political figures something shi remember from before p-day. Shi could only hope this group would not be like the once she remembered from her youth, but shi knew something like war never changed.<br> <br>Cookies is among the crowd, dressed in a black, silken cheongsam with an intricate, twisting floral design in gold. She looks none too pleased, arms crossed under her enormous bosom and amethyst eyes locked on the stage in an icy and evaluating stare, but she remains quiet for the time being. By the look on her face, there's no doubt she's got uncomfortable questions brewing in that pretty kitty head of hers already.<br> <br>Some of the crowd actually respond with cheers and cat-calls and wolf-whistles, amongst other animal-namesaked oral antics, at the announcer's active warming up for them whilst others simply mill and look around. On the stage, Catty flounces with her assets jouncing within her snug attire, crossing across the length of the stage to address the audience furthest stage left, "Alrighty, then, as you can see, we've a couple runners in the audience. Just raise your hand if you've a question, and one of our runners will get to you with a mike for your question!" She points out to several of the more dilligent rats about the audeience area, walking back across the stage while pointing them out. | ||
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| + | OThe foursome shift about in their seats with Earnest smoothing down his lapels and the Colonel adjusting her coat. Van Beak adjusts the microphone in front of her to make sure it's angled suitably to her beak. Catty moves center stage again, "So, let's see a show of hands! Who has any pressing questions about the shifting climate in politics today? Please make sure to say which attendee or attendees you're addressing before asking the question when the mike reaches you!"<br> <br>Miru put her camera away as the event begins to pick up steam. The reporter gives the crowd a scanning gaze, noting the mayor of Cat Town among others before she looks back at the stage. The moment the cat mentions questions, Miru immediately bites her lower lip in poorly masked excitement as she energetically jumps up and down with her hand raised, at least that makes up for her short height. ?Reporting for INU, I have several questions!? She says in her melodic, accented voice. <br> <br>Arthur waited a bit for others to make their questions before he raised his hand. It took a while, but he was in luck, as one of the rats approached him and gave him the mic. "Uh, hello? Hello, um, so, my name's Arthur and, uh, I'd like to ask how much, er, how much work can an elected government do before Zephyr steps in and dictates what should or should not be done." For some reason, the elf felt a rush in his heart after making that question, which might explain his slight stutter.<br> <br>Noragnir frowns in thought raising a clawed hand to have one of the runners come up to hir handing the mike over. "Yes this is for all of you just what kind of programs do you have planned with sane survivors who aren't linked with one of the big three?"<br> <br>?First question, to all four candidates, the four of you are linked to Zephyr. And so far a good number of survivors have showed interest in forming new governments with more independence from the Big Three. Aren?t your links a deterrent to achieving this goal?? Miru said as she opened her notebook in preparation for the answers.<br> <br>Cookies lifts a hand and waits for the mic to come her way. Once it's in her hands, those eyes move from one politician- one walking, talking joke- to the next. "Hello. I am the Mayor of Cat Town, Cookies. This is for each attendee," she states flatly. "Who are you, that bear so few scars? Where were you, while the rest of us were sifting through the ashes of America, and who are you to take the reigns when so many of us have fought and bled and died for our communities?" She clutches the microphone a little tighter for a moment, choking back gods-only-know how much more vitriol before handing it off. | ||
Revision as of 04:51, 20 January 2018
Participants
Date
19/1/2018
Log
The usual murmur and hub-bub of the Mall's at a higher kilter to helter skelter as various of the Mall Rats bum about with a few actually being productive with the sound equipment and lights. There must have been promises of some good herb or scrap. A long table is set up on the rugged stage, and four seats are occupied.
The first is a Plump Tiger with a snug-fitting two-piece suit hugging his form and a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. In front of him is a sign reading "Mr. Whiskers". Beside him, next in line, is a Puffin in like attire, her colorful bill quite festive in comparison to her business suit attire. Before her is a sign reading "James Van Beak". A Prim Piggy dressed in an old white suit with navy vest and a string tie sits next, and before him is a sign reading "Earnest Hamm", and in the last seat is a woman in a dusky trench coat and rumpled dress shirt, a Hound with a ready smile on her jowled lips. Before ehr is a sign reading "Colonel McGruff".
Overseeing the guests on stage and the crowd that's grown and milled before the Mall stage is a Fluffy Kitten with especially full, fluffy fur and hair both. She speaks into a handheld microphone, "Hello! Hello! Is this thing on? Hi there! I'm Catty Grantson, and here we have several of the leading figures in the growing political climate. Today, we're going to have a public debate where you, the audience will be posting questions. In a few minutes, we'll be pulling form the crowd for questions. How is everyone today?" Her voice chipper and ecstatic.
Miru is already there! The okami is a flurry of activity as she makes phone calls to get information about those supposed ?leading figures?, and go over her notes. This journalist was dead set on making this first batch of would be politicians receive the full attention of the citizens of Fairhaven. At the moment, Miru was standing as near to the stage as possible, camera in hand and taking some pictures.
Arthur heard that there was going to be a debate with politicians. He wasn't sure what that was all about, as he didn't think any of that would actually matter, given how Zephyr seemed to have the true power in the region. Still, might be worth listening to them and, who knows, maybe he can ask some hard questions.
Arriving there, the dark elf found a lot more people than he expected. Maybe because it was inside Mall Rat territory, or maybe people actually expected something useful to come out of it. He tried to get as close as possible to the stage, in case he decided to lift his hand to ask anything.
Noragnir moves quietly through the crowd the dragoness making sure hir wings were pulled tight to her to avoid the crowd. Shi had co,e after hearing of the news of a political figures something shi remember from before p-day. Shi could only hope this group would not be like the once she remembered from her youth, but shi knew something like war never changed.
Cookies is among the crowd, dressed in a black, silken cheongsam with an intricate, twisting floral design in gold. She looks none too pleased, arms crossed under her enormous bosom and amethyst eyes locked on the stage in an icy and evaluating stare, but she remains quiet for the time being. By the look on her face, there's no doubt she's got uncomfortable questions brewing in that pretty kitty head of hers already.
Some of the crowd actually respond with cheers and cat-calls and wolf-whistles, amongst other animal-namesaked oral antics, at the announcer's active warming up for them whilst others simply mill and look around. On the stage, Catty flounces with her assets jouncing within her snug attire, crossing across the length of the stage to address the audience furthest stage left, "Alrighty, then, as you can see, we've a couple runners in the audience. Just raise your hand if you've a question, and one of our runners will get to you with a mike for your question!" She points out to several of the more dilligent rats about the audeience area, walking back across the stage while pointing them out.
OThe foursome shift about in their seats with Earnest smoothing down his lapels and the Colonel adjusting her coat. Van Beak adjusts the microphone in front of her to make sure it's angled suitably to her beak. Catty moves center stage again, "So, let's see a show of hands! Who has any pressing questions about the shifting climate in politics today? Please make sure to say which attendee or attendees you're addressing before asking the question when the mike reaches you!"
Miru put her camera away as the event begins to pick up steam. The reporter gives the crowd a scanning gaze, noting the mayor of Cat Town among others before she looks back at the stage. The moment the cat mentions questions, Miru immediately bites her lower lip in poorly masked excitement as she energetically jumps up and down with her hand raised, at least that makes up for her short height. ?Reporting for INU, I have several questions!? She says in her melodic, accented voice.
Arthur waited a bit for others to make their questions before he raised his hand. It took a while, but he was in luck, as one of the rats approached him and gave him the mic. "Uh, hello? Hello, um, so, my name's Arthur and, uh, I'd like to ask how much, er, how much work can an elected government do before Zephyr steps in and dictates what should or should not be done." For some reason, the elf felt a rush in his heart after making that question, which might explain his slight stutter.
Noragnir frowns in thought raising a clawed hand to have one of the runners come up to hir handing the mike over. "Yes this is for all of you just what kind of programs do you have planned with sane survivors who aren't linked with one of the big three?"
?First question, to all four candidates, the four of you are linked to Zephyr. And so far a good number of survivors have showed interest in forming new governments with more independence from the Big Three. Aren?t your links a deterrent to achieving this goal?? Miru said as she opened her notebook in preparation for the answers.
Cookies lifts a hand and waits for the mic to come her way. Once it's in her hands, those eyes move from one politician- one walking, talking joke- to the next. "Hello. I am the Mayor of Cat Town, Cookies. This is for each attendee," she states flatly. "Who are you, that bear so few scars? Where were you, while the rest of us were sifting through the ashes of America, and who are you to take the reigns when so many of us have fought and bled and died for our communities?" She clutches the microphone a little tighter for a moment, choking back gods-only-know how much more vitriol before handing it off.
