3. Getting Ready for Drunkenwell
Feb 12, 2015 2:46:29 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 2:46:29 GMT
04-20-2011, 12:07 AM
Liza
((OOC: This is Alizabeth's room... please treat it thus if you wish to join in... thank you))
Alizabeth went back to her room after getting her assignment from Mr. Channel. To go to Drunkenwell and help set up the new government AND bring the planet into the Republican fold was indeed an honor for a first assignment. Briefly her mind asked if she was up to the task.
“Of course I am up to the task... what a silly thing to think.” She laughed and shook her head. She had made it. She was finally in the Internship program in the Republic. No more time for doubts or worries. This is what she had dreamed of and wanted since she could remember. She wanted those out there who doubted they were numbered among the 'cared about' to lose their own doubts and become confident in who they were... Republican Citizens.
Pulling out her data pad, she settled at he desk to listen to the days recordings and make notes. Three files lay before her on the screen... MISSIONS/ASSIGNMENTS, INFO TO SORT, and GOSSIP.
The final column was little quips and quotes she kept for amusement. She had never passed on true gossip in her life and never intended to now. But hearing of a promotion in passing, or of a fight between two good friends was something that was useful. Walking up to someone who didn't know you and congratulating them on a big promotion was uplifting to the receiver. Seeing the smile on their face that even a 'stranger' knew of the important event, and congratulated them on it, is something everyone likes to receive. As to the fights, if one knew the participants, helping to mend wounds often made for stronger ties. If her friends were arguing and she could help them see they were on the same side, just different understandings, it made her feel better to see them work it out. And if they truly were on opposite sides, showing them how their own support of each view could help the other person was also a good thing. Doing such small actions on a one on one scale would come in handy later in life when dealing with cities, factions and worlds.
Info to sort was a trickier matter. This column contained things like holovid tidbits, world information and things that she knew she would have to remember in the future, but likely didn't commit to memory enough at the time to let it come fully to recall. As a Senator she would need to know how the war fared on Drunkenwell, or how the crops were coming along on Tattoine. But in passing catching the phrases from videos and people didn't always click at the moment she passed and heard them. The recordings helped her keep those facts straight for later use.
And now for the main entries... Missions and Assignments. Here she recorded her BROTHERHOOD assignment given to her that morning. She made her notes then rose and began to pack for Drunkenwell. She left the tri-split screen up so she could add or reference as she went along. Her lips murmured as she moved about the small room... “Drunkenwell.. need Intel...hmm what else?” She went back to her computer and typed in “PACK” followed by, “Intel...” She then went back to moving around the room. Two piles of clothes being made on her bed. One pile was TAKE the other was “WASH TO TAKE”.
Nearly an hour later she paused, hands on hips and surveyed the room. The “Wash to take” pile was already in the cleaning chute. She had ordered them cleaned this time instead of doing them herself. She could do it, but this alleviated some of the pressure and time constraints. She would be able to pick the clothes up shortly after dinner, or have them delivered. By that time she will have to leave her room for some air, so she chose to pick them up. The TAKE pile had changed a million times and would a million more before she actually packed the suitcase under her bed. She had chosen mostly comfortable yet casual clothes. She had a couple skirts, but given Drunkenwell's current state of affairs, she would save those for the conferences. For her everyday wear, black boots with a slight heel would make her look Senate-like without the hindrance of true heels. She had one formal, in case someone chose to throw one of those elaborate dinner formals that seem to pop up even in the midst of war torn areas. She had casual shirts, work shirts and even a raincoat, though she doubted that would get used. The myriad of clothing covered all possible scenarios. From seeing and shaking hands with ruling delegates to helping remove rubble in the streets to show that the Republic wasn't scared to get dirty and 'hands on'. From looking good walking the halls to being approachable on the streets. This wasn't just about the leaders, it was about the common folk as well. The basic citizen... the ones MOSTLY affected by the coming changes.
Now, to get the items needed outside this room. She went to her comp and once more settled down. This time to write a letter to Evan, “Ummm Mr. Mathews,” she corrected her mind. She had a couple ideas but wanted permission. And perhaps suggestion. She would ask Mr. Channel, but asking him seemed almost like cheating. These assignments were to test their resources and abilities. She hit 'send' on the com and hoped the missive would be taken seriously.
***
((TO EVAN MATHEWS))
When you settle at your desk today, there is an alert of a private coded message. After entering the appropriate passwords, you see Aliza smiling and then her voice floats towards you.
"Mr. Mathews.... I am on my way to Drunkenwell in less than 48 hours to help begin the negotiations to bring them to the fold of the Republic. I was wondering if there was a reporter you trusted who could possibly join us. I believe it will have a two fold affect. The first being that those who want to subvert the merger will hesitate or not cause trouble for fear of galactic reprisal. (her laughter joins the comment) After all, who wants to know that everywhere they go they will be called "the enemy of Drunkenwell"? The second reason being that those who want Drunkenwell within the Republic may bolster courage from it. When the whole universe can see that you stood up for what is right, it sometimes helps. I look forward to hearing from you and hope that this mission is the success I am sure it will be. Alizabeth Moroveston, signing off."
***
She finished the missive then rose and gathered her recorder. Turning it on as she left the cubicle, she headed tot own for some things to take along on the trip including a new book and a set of memory chips for her recorder and her personal computer.
Liza
((OOC: This is Alizabeth's room... please treat it thus if you wish to join in... thank you))
Alizabeth went back to her room after getting her assignment from Mr. Channel. To go to Drunkenwell and help set up the new government AND bring the planet into the Republican fold was indeed an honor for a first assignment. Briefly her mind asked if she was up to the task.
“Of course I am up to the task... what a silly thing to think.” She laughed and shook her head. She had made it. She was finally in the Internship program in the Republic. No more time for doubts or worries. This is what she had dreamed of and wanted since she could remember. She wanted those out there who doubted they were numbered among the 'cared about' to lose their own doubts and become confident in who they were... Republican Citizens.
Pulling out her data pad, she settled at he desk to listen to the days recordings and make notes. Three files lay before her on the screen... MISSIONS/ASSIGNMENTS, INFO TO SORT, and GOSSIP.
The final column was little quips and quotes she kept for amusement. She had never passed on true gossip in her life and never intended to now. But hearing of a promotion in passing, or of a fight between two good friends was something that was useful. Walking up to someone who didn't know you and congratulating them on a big promotion was uplifting to the receiver. Seeing the smile on their face that even a 'stranger' knew of the important event, and congratulated them on it, is something everyone likes to receive. As to the fights, if one knew the participants, helping to mend wounds often made for stronger ties. If her friends were arguing and she could help them see they were on the same side, just different understandings, it made her feel better to see them work it out. And if they truly were on opposite sides, showing them how their own support of each view could help the other person was also a good thing. Doing such small actions on a one on one scale would come in handy later in life when dealing with cities, factions and worlds.
Info to sort was a trickier matter. This column contained things like holovid tidbits, world information and things that she knew she would have to remember in the future, but likely didn't commit to memory enough at the time to let it come fully to recall. As a Senator she would need to know how the war fared on Drunkenwell, or how the crops were coming along on Tattoine. But in passing catching the phrases from videos and people didn't always click at the moment she passed and heard them. The recordings helped her keep those facts straight for later use.
And now for the main entries... Missions and Assignments. Here she recorded her BROTHERHOOD assignment given to her that morning. She made her notes then rose and began to pack for Drunkenwell. She left the tri-split screen up so she could add or reference as she went along. Her lips murmured as she moved about the small room... “Drunkenwell.. need Intel...hmm what else?” She went back to her computer and typed in “PACK” followed by, “Intel...” She then went back to moving around the room. Two piles of clothes being made on her bed. One pile was TAKE the other was “WASH TO TAKE”.
Nearly an hour later she paused, hands on hips and surveyed the room. The “Wash to take” pile was already in the cleaning chute. She had ordered them cleaned this time instead of doing them herself. She could do it, but this alleviated some of the pressure and time constraints. She would be able to pick the clothes up shortly after dinner, or have them delivered. By that time she will have to leave her room for some air, so she chose to pick them up. The TAKE pile had changed a million times and would a million more before she actually packed the suitcase under her bed. She had chosen mostly comfortable yet casual clothes. She had a couple skirts, but given Drunkenwell's current state of affairs, she would save those for the conferences. For her everyday wear, black boots with a slight heel would make her look Senate-like without the hindrance of true heels. She had one formal, in case someone chose to throw one of those elaborate dinner formals that seem to pop up even in the midst of war torn areas. She had casual shirts, work shirts and even a raincoat, though she doubted that would get used. The myriad of clothing covered all possible scenarios. From seeing and shaking hands with ruling delegates to helping remove rubble in the streets to show that the Republic wasn't scared to get dirty and 'hands on'. From looking good walking the halls to being approachable on the streets. This wasn't just about the leaders, it was about the common folk as well. The basic citizen... the ones MOSTLY affected by the coming changes.
Now, to get the items needed outside this room. She went to her comp and once more settled down. This time to write a letter to Evan, “Ummm Mr. Mathews,” she corrected her mind. She had a couple ideas but wanted permission. And perhaps suggestion. She would ask Mr. Channel, but asking him seemed almost like cheating. These assignments were to test their resources and abilities. She hit 'send' on the com and hoped the missive would be taken seriously.
***
((TO EVAN MATHEWS))
When you settle at your desk today, there is an alert of a private coded message. After entering the appropriate passwords, you see Aliza smiling and then her voice floats towards you.
"Mr. Mathews.... I am on my way to Drunkenwell in less than 48 hours to help begin the negotiations to bring them to the fold of the Republic. I was wondering if there was a reporter you trusted who could possibly join us. I believe it will have a two fold affect. The first being that those who want to subvert the merger will hesitate or not cause trouble for fear of galactic reprisal. (her laughter joins the comment) After all, who wants to know that everywhere they go they will be called "the enemy of Drunkenwell"? The second reason being that those who want Drunkenwell within the Republic may bolster courage from it. When the whole universe can see that you stood up for what is right, it sometimes helps. I look forward to hearing from you and hope that this mission is the success I am sure it will be. Alizabeth Moroveston, signing off."
***
She finished the missive then rose and gathered her recorder. Turning it on as she left the cubicle, she headed tot own for some things to take along on the trip including a new book and a set of memory chips for her recorder and her personal computer.