Sascha Connolly, Ph.D. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bohemiarhapsody) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-02-15 15:30:00 |
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Thursday: December 20, 2007
Who: Sascha, Midori and [later] Mitsuko
When: Noon
Where: Near the Cafe
What: Politics and a case of mistaken identity
It was one of those crisp winter days where the entire world seemed like one gigantic backdrop of white. The overcast sky was a blanket of grey calm across Elysium, and as Sascha trekked through the powdery snow toward the cafe, cane in hand, he could barely suppress a shiver of anxiety. What the hell did he think he was doing?
Not that he didn't have a set destination in mind, of course; he was on his lunch break and had decided to stop in at the cafe for something quick and warm- hot chocolate, maybe, since it was awfully close to Christmas and he was trying to get into the festive mood. He hadn't seen Mitsuko for a few days, anyway, and since she'd gone to the trouble of paying him a visit at his place of work, he thought he'd return the favor...with less lecherous intent, at least this time around. Sneaky little thing had stolen the pack of smokes he'd lifted from Irei, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it, even though technically she already had.
No, no, Sascha's current uncertainty had nothing to do with pilfered cigarettes or freezing weather- he was more concerned with the upcoming Vice Council elections. He'd done some canvassing of his own over the past few weeks and had even thought about suggesting a group forum at the next town meeting so all the candidates could present their respective platforms and field questions from the rest of the citizens. He'd planned to drop by Town Hall before lunch and speak with one of the Council members about the idea, but the announcement posted on the front doors had stopped him in his tracks. These were his competitors?
In all honesty, Sascha was a little intimidated. He'd gotten a late start on his own campaigning for various reasons (the harpy attacks being one of them), and now there were new names on the list he didn't even recognize. It wasn't that he didn't think he could make a difference as part of the Vice Council; god knew he could speak his mind or keep a cool head when the situation called for it. No, it wasn't that at all...in fact, he wasn't altogether sure why he was suddenly starting to second guess himself, but he was, and with only weeks to go before the actual election. It figured.
Sascha was momentarily pulled from his brooding by the sight of a familiar figure walking just ahead of him on the path, and he grinned deviously. The woman was wrapped up in cold weather garb just as he was, but he'd recognize that long hair and those tell-tale furry ears anywhere. She must have been on her way to work- perfect! He'd just head her off now and take care of business. He quickened his pace to catch up to the woman, and once he was close enough behind her, he reached up to draw the hair away from the back of her neck and press a nibble of greeting to the nape. Hey there, dumplin'. I think you owe me an apology.
*Denotes mindspeak
Who: Sascha, Midori and [later] Mitsuko
When: Noon
Where: Near the Cafe
What: Politics and a case of mistaken identity
It was one of those crisp winter days where the entire world seemed like one gigantic backdrop of white. The overcast sky was a blanket of grey calm across Elysium, and as Sascha trekked through the powdery snow toward the cafe, cane in hand, he could barely suppress a shiver of anxiety. What the hell did he think he was doing?
Not that he didn't have a set destination in mind, of course; he was on his lunch break and had decided to stop in at the cafe for something quick and warm- hot chocolate, maybe, since it was awfully close to Christmas and he was trying to get into the festive mood. He hadn't seen Mitsuko for a few days, anyway, and since she'd gone to the trouble of paying him a visit at his place of work, he thought he'd return the favor...with less lecherous intent, at least this time around. Sneaky little thing had stolen the pack of smokes he'd lifted from Irei, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it, even though technically she already had.
No, no, Sascha's current uncertainty had nothing to do with pilfered cigarettes or freezing weather- he was more concerned with the upcoming Vice Council elections. He'd done some canvassing of his own over the past few weeks and had even thought about suggesting a group forum at the next town meeting so all the candidates could present their respective platforms and field questions from the rest of the citizens. He'd planned to drop by Town Hall before lunch and speak with one of the Council members about the idea, but the announcement posted on the front doors had stopped him in his tracks. These were his competitors?
In all honesty, Sascha was a little intimidated. He'd gotten a late start on his own campaigning for various reasons (the harpy attacks being one of them), and now there were new names on the list he didn't even recognize. It wasn't that he didn't think he could make a difference as part of the Vice Council; god knew he could speak his mind or keep a cool head when the situation called for it. No, it wasn't that at all...in fact, he wasn't altogether sure why he was suddenly starting to second guess himself, but he was, and with only weeks to go before the actual election. It figured.
Sascha was momentarily pulled from his brooding by the sight of a familiar figure walking just ahead of him on the path, and he grinned deviously. The woman was wrapped up in cold weather garb just as he was, but he'd recognize that long hair and those tell-tale furry ears anywhere. She must have been on her way to work- perfect! He'd just head her off now and take care of business. He quickened his pace to catch up to the woman, and once he was close enough behind her, he reached up to draw the hair away from the back of her neck and press a nibble of greeting to the nape. Hey there, dumplin'. I think you owe me an apology.
*Denotes mindspeak