Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Elections," Micah said, stepping back as the elevator doors opened and waiting for Cole to check for passersby. The lobby might be busy, and they'd have to cross from the elevator to the basement entrance without being seen; a challenge, even late at night. "We have to let every resident vote for each spot on the tribunal, and we have to give a term office." He didn't add that they'd need to make sure no one paid off the voters. It was starting to remind him too much of home (politics always did), and he wasn't sure he could handle that right now.