(2016-05-10) Election Day
Election Day
Summary: The votes are in, the people have spoken, lives are changed.
Date: 05.10.2016
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SGA Club House ShadyGlenApartments
Tue May 10, 2016 — Tue May 10 21:09:18 2016

This large building dominates the center of the complex. The rear wall is predominatly windows, but the glass is gone and has been replaced for the moment be screening. It serves several purposes. First and for most it is a gathering spot where the apartment residents can socialize and gather for various reasons. There is a large sitting area, with sofas and chairs surrouding a large marble coffee table. They all sit within a comfortable distance of a large fireplace which has a large flatscreen TV hanging above it. Adjacent to that is a small kitchette area, separated by a marble topped bar with barstools sitting in front of it.

On the other side of the large gathering area is a small office area, accessed by a windowed door where the manager and apartment staff did there business for the day. There is also another windowed door that leads to a small fitness room with the usual workout machines as well as some nautilus machines and free weights.

It seems the clubhouse has a few occupants, four young cats. Two calico cats and one gray striped. They are always seeking attention. The gray is named Ramses, the others are Sweetie and Pickles.

It is spring. The weather is cool and overcast.

Bob - 6 feet, 40's, salt/pepper hair, grizzled and stubbly with dark eyes.
Elijah -
Pied-Piper - 5'1", small frame, early 20's. Light brown skin, dark eyes and hair but otherwise racially ambiguous. Lots and lots of long, lightish brown, kinky hair pulled back in dual ponytails at the nape of her neck.
Sophia - A short, hispanic woman with a certain je ne sais quoi.
Terry - 6'1", 175lbs of pure Massachusetts muscle. Brown-hued hair in a high-and-tight haircut. Green eyes. Camo jeans, GORE-TEX hikers, and a black shirt.
Exits: [O] Shady Glen Apartments [P] Patio

Special: +detail - Details available

The day has come to announce who has been voted for and in what positions. The call went out that everyone not on guard duty was to meet at the Clubhouse and folks have been trickling in from the last few minutes. There is some conversation about this hunt or something cool being found, even a few talking about old times. There are a few anxious ones, but those are the minority.

Bob had been waiting in the club house for everyone to arrive. He wouldnt say anything on the results if asked in advance of the announcement, though it's more out of a desire to not have to repeat himself. He makes this very clear to anyone who asks. He sits in a chair, arranged turned towards all the other seats in the area. He pulls out his flask and takes a swig from it while he waits. His loyaly hunting puppy Whiskey is laying down next to his chair, watching as people meander in.

Sophia comes in and takes a seat in the back, a small note book in her lap. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone, instead writing something down quietly.

Monica arrives from the Shady Glen Apartments.

Elijah had heard the call, coming as many others were currently. His doctor's satchel was over his shoulder, as usual, as he makes his way inside the club house. A nod in greeting is given to those already gathered before finding a chair for himself.

Terry had also heard the call, and made his way to the clubhouse with all due haste. He steps into the clubhouse, settling in wherever he can find a comfy spot, nodding to those gathered, but keeping his attention respectfully focused on Bob.

Monica hauled the ice cream machine back, since she and Sophia kind of agreed this would be a good place for it. It's chugging away outside. She sits in the back, not feeling very social. Heaven help her if she needs to do an acceptance speech.

It's a very twitchy and non-verbal day for Piper, so while she is here, she is keeping her distance from all put one or two people and just watches and listens as she sways a bit to sooth the sleeping baby on her shoulder.

Seeing that most of the people are likely to gather have already done so, Bob clears his throat and stands up, "Alright folks. Let's get this thing goin'." He pulls off his trucker hat, running a hand through his shaggy hair and resettles the hat on his head. Whiskey stays where she is as he gets up. "First off, a bit about the Council. We've grown, and as we grow we're gonna need to get more organized. I can't make every decision inside a vacuum here. I can't keep runnin' the guards, the supplies, and all that shit." He pauses and clears his throat again, "So, that's why were gonna have a Council. Day to day operations of each area falls to the head of that area. Mayor has the ability to overrule decisions and veto stuff. But in general, the council votes on everything. Anything that would affect us all, like movin' or something, would still get voted on by the whole town." He pauses a beat and falls silent. "Uh…so…yeah. That clear?"

Sophia's eyes flicker up and hen back down at her notebook. The dark skinned woman is definitely acting odd, quite, which is odd for her.

"Clear as day, chief," Terry nods, glancing around at the other folks in the room.

Elijah offers up a nod…not much else to say for the moment.

Monica nods. She understood all that, pretty much.

If anyone expects Piper to do more than nod at that then that person really needs to lower there expectations…at least for today. They can raise up again tomorrow.

Bob is very understandable it seems. Accent and all. "Alright." he states once, a weary expression already covering his features. "Good." He nods. "Okay then, on to the positions. So…first, we got Chief of Research and Development. That position has to do with continuing to work on our power supply, lights, water…That sorta stuff." Nerdy things that Bob doesn't know about at all. "This position will be reportin' back to the Mayor about any new plans, and we'll vote on things based on resources needed to make em happen, and if they are worth the effort." A beat pause and he looks around. Gotta build it up, right? "Monica." he points at her and nods, "It was unanimous. Congratulations. Come find me later and we'll go over what all yer job entails."

So, Bob lets that sink in for a moment and pushes on, "Alright, Head of Maintenance…this one is kinda obvious. Fixin stuff." Very informative. "Virgil is our new Head of Maintenance." Bob just keeps on truckin' in his trucker hat, rubbing at his forehead. Bob hates public speaking. "Logistics Officer is all about managin our supplies like food and materials and stuff. This had the most contention here…Ummm, it was down to Sophia and Amy for votes. Amy won…" A beat pause and he looks back to Sophia, somewhat sheepishly. Sorry! "Next is Chief Medical Officer. Pretty obvious, right?" He glances up and then nods, "Yup. Elijah. Congrats Doc." And then he clears his throat again, "Next is Sheriff." Bob might have been hoping to just retire as leader and take this one himself. He has a lot of experience. "Terry, you are our new Sheriff. I'll go over the existin' guard schedule with you later." And then finally he sighs, "And…I'm the Mayor apparently."

Sophia doesn't seem to care. she nods softly, still writing something down in her notebook. If that's all she';; start to stand up, ready to leave.

Monica rubs her hands through her hair. City council? Her? She never even ran for class secretary. "Thanks for voting for me, guys." Does she mention she didn't know she was running? She does not.

Terry flashes a cool thumbs-up from his spot. "Affirmative, Mr. Mayor. Looking forward to it." He nods to Bob, giving a light round of applause to the other members of the council.

Elijah nods and offers a clap…were they supposed to clap? Oh well he was clapping. It only lasted a few seconds though before he nods to Bob "Thanks for the announcement and calling the meeting Bob." He'd look around to see what the others did now that the announcement had been made. If nothing else was needed he'd start to stand as well "So are we adjourned or…other orders of business?"

Monica says, "I can give a short state-of-projects announcement…"

With Bob's announcement over Piper looks to those that were voted for positions. She seems satisfied with how it turned out, for the most part. She continues to sway to and fro as her attention focuses on Monica.

A nod is offered by Bob to those who are waiting for this to be done. "Umm, yeah. I'm done." He looks to Monica, ceding the floor to her and moving off to the chairs, and more importantly Sophia. "Go ahead Monica. I know you got some ideas you wanted to run with. Let's hear what's in the works."

Sophia sighs silently to herself and will stop herself from walking out. Instead she folds her arms around her notebook and will lean against the back wall listening. Bob gets a small glance, but it's hard to read.

Terry flashes a smile to Monica, and settles in to hear what she's got planned. He crosses one leg over the other, and rests his folded hands in his lap.

Elijah holds off on leaving as well, turning his attention to Monica.

Monica stands up. Wasn't she just thinking it'd be awkward if she had to speak tonight? It is. "Okay. The big project is obviously electricity and water. The Corps of Engineer guys have gotten back to me and they've got the feed water plumbing run from the reservoir all the way to the water tower. Big kudos to them, that was a buttload of work. All that's left is to raise the tower, wire everything up, start filling the tank, and get the bathhouse put together and we'll have light, hot water, showers, and flush toilets. Pending a vote to switch it all on. Also, I have the guts of a grist mill. That's the kind you use to make flour from grain. Basically I need a place to put it, and to figure out how to power it. The grinding wheels are ready. Also, Terry and I have done some investigation into a dead alien power cell. I can tell you they're some kind of very high surface area electrical storage, rather than zero point energy, matter antimatter integrator, or whatever. My initial chemical analysis of a sample of what's inside is it's made of lithium and carbon. I need to get with Linc on that, because there's something about lithium and carbon that's ringing a bell for me. Also, the ice cream machine is ready (and there's ice cream in it as we speak if you want some). I've handed it off to Sophia, since she's been managing the dairy production around here and making delicious cheese with it. In longer term research, I've been doing some experiments and reading on designing firearms that we can supply ourselves, for when ammo gets short. I have a design, and I've got preliminary work on the propellant. That's a ways off. Um… That's all I'm working on that I can think of. Thanks.

Okay, so that report wasn't as bad as she expected it to be. Piper even understood most of it, all except that part about the alien battery, but she is sure she isn't the only one in that department. There is a quizzical look that goes between Monica and Bob, but whatever her question is goes unasked.

Bob seems content to let them have their moments if they want them. He nods to Monica, "Good. We'll vote on that stuff at the next meeting…Which is next week." And then he pauses glancing to the others who have taken on positions of power, "If anyone else wants to speak, now's the time."

Elijah just nods to what Monica says, then stays silent as Bob opens up the floor. He had nothing to add. He was pretty much keeping the same job and responsibilities as before just…officially now? Doctor stuff.

Terry nods to Monica as well, and then turns his attention to Bob. He remains silent, adjusting to his new role, figuring he should really put some thought into his plans, instead of just flying by the seat of his pants.

Monica sits down quietly.

Sophia looks around to see if anyone else is going to say anything, otherwise she pushes off the wall, again going to make the break for it if the meeting is over.

Ok, so…no one is talking. Bob nods, "Good. Nice and quick." he says loudly, "Ya'll can go, we're all done. Start goin to the head of whatever if you need anythin'. You can't find em, come find me. Council members, you need somethin', just ask. Let's all get back to it, lots of work to be doin." And with that, Bob takes out his flask once more and takes a long swig. He recaps it after he swallows the Whiskey and pats his leg. The dog gets up and trots over to him. Sophia's attempt to flee is noticed, but Bob appears to be letting her have her space at the moment.

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