Izokia78
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- RP Date
- YE 43
- RP Location
- Kyoto, Yamatai Star Empire
The Office of the Yamatai People's Political Society, Kyoto Imperial District, Yamatai
The Yamatai People’s Political Society is a rising party in the world of Yamataian politics, under the ‘leadership’ of famed celebrity chef turned politician Milton Sakamoto the party was claiming leads in polls all over the Star Empire which was remarkable for two reasons. First Sakamoto had done no actual leading he just bounced from world to world campaigning for whatever senate candidate they needed him to. Second, the party had absolutely no coherent ideology they were more of a catchall for anyone who wanted to run for office that couldn’t get attention from the other parties.
It was a busy day for the Yamatai People’s Political Society interns and functionaries were running back and forth: some were sending files to each other, some were asking for files, some were asking if their coworkers received the files they sent over less than a minute ago! At the head of the back of the office, floor were four offices arranged in a semi-circle. These offices were bastions of calm in chaos none dared approach their heavy doors. A purple-skinned Neko in office attire named Hana Matsuri balanced four cups on a tray. A latte topped with a beautiful head of foam embellished with a stylized chrysanthemum, a cup of brown sludge water acquired from a small street cart two blocks from the office building, a cup that is only technically coffee in so far that it was brown and bitter most consumers would have called it whiskey but it was still served in a mug with a picture of a small kitten just hanging in there, and a glass of water with a small label that said 3 pm coffee.
Hana crossed an invisible line that none of the other staffers had been willing to touch as if a spell had been broken a voice rang out from the middle right office“TELL HIM HE’S AS USELESS A FUCKING MARZIPAN DILDO!” followed by the unmistakable sound of a chair being flung at the wall. A tall disheveled Elysian stormed out wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tie loose around his neck. Without another word he grabbed the beautiful artistic latte and downed it in a single swig. He scrunched his face and looked at Hana. That was the worst whiskey I’ve ever had. But you’re new so you get a pass.” This was Malachi Azazel the head of public relations, a grizzled veteran of the political scene who was persuaded to jump ship from Origin industries after he shattered a model starship over a C level’s head for something that had to do with a mistress and stock secrets. He kept the party’s image intact under great effort thanks to the wild card format they happened to run under. Today happened to be what he would rank as the worst day of his life in a life of never-ending suffering brought about by the ceaseless folly of a carnival of chucklefucks and malicious incompetents.
Hana bowed her head “yes Mr. Azazel very sorry”
The unstable Elysian forced a smile that showed off every wrinkle on his miserable face, he turned to go back into his office but was frozen by a sing-song voice from one of the neighboring offices “Malachi! you’re going to scare the poor girl, we need to come together in this time of terrible crisis.” A Nekovalkirja with long straw-colored hair that matched the color of her round glasses poked her head out of her office. She practically skipped her way out to the mobile coffee center. “Oh it looks like you forgot my latte with 3 pumps caramel, 2 pumps vanilla, ¼ pump lavender, 1-ounce almond milk, 2 ounces soy foam, and a chrysanthemum drawn on top.”
Hana stammered unwilling to call out Malachi. “That’s alright dear I’d rather you not try at all than get it wrong and force me to drink something utterly disgusting like a whole pump of lavender!” This was Sigrid Balderdottir, head of analytics and information. No one really knows where she comes from most rumors revolve around SAINT or similar intelligence communities while more outlandish rumors put her as an NMX infiltrator playing the longest game in history. Regardless of who she was who she is is a data wizard capable of processing and tabulating thousands of millions of points of information to cope with whatever crisis the party has in a day. Today was a good day for her, not because she was enjoying herself but because every day was a good day when your alive in this beautiful universe.
“Look!” Hana jumped as a bass-heavy voice suddenly made its presence known “we have dealt with worse in my time and we will deal with worse again” A man who looked like he could tell dirt he knew its grandma grabbed the sludge coffee which he sipped with such vigor it fogged his spotlight sized glasses. Running a hand through what few hairs he had left on his he continued before anyone could possibly cut him off “This party is not Sakamoto’s party, it’s our party just because he got drunk on an Empire-wide broadcast and maybe insulted a few public figures doesn’t mean we’re sunk! We just have to come together and stand as one against-“ Takeda Khazaria has been writing political texts since he could speak which most place sometime around the invention of language. After a radical phase of violent anarchist action that climaxed in a three-day siege of a medium-sized water park, Takeda served a stint in the Yamataian prison system. He ran for senate every single election while incarcerated. Upon his release, he claimed his days of firebomb throwing are over and now he’d rather work with the system than against it but he’s far too up in years to actually serve on the senate so he’d rather promote some like-minded souls who can effect change for the people. He founded the YPPS and made himself head of policy writing even though they hold no elected officials to actually write policy for. Today was a miserable day for him because any day where he wasn’t actively throwing rocks through windows or painting anti-government slogans on walls was a miserable day.
“Could you please just shut up! He didn’t insult some movie star.” A small Minkan woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail so tight it looked like it was affecting her face shape shuffled out of the last occupied office. A long conservative skirt and suit jacket and shirt she whispered to the group “He spoke at length about how Yui’s ears were, and I quote ‘really freaky’ and how when he was younger he wanted to abolish the monarchy because of them.” Takeda smiled at the words ‘abolish the monarchy’ the woman continued “we can’t use him for a restaurant opening let alone the campaign!” She noticed Hana for the first time and saw the glass of water a smiled, she produced a small bottle of colorful pills from her breast pocket and popped three of them into her mouth followed by the water from Hana’s tray. To herself, she said, “I love you coffee”. Her smile disappeared, Hojo Hiroyuki was the YPPS’s director of sapient resources, she spent most of her day lecturing candidates on acceptable dress codes and media behavior. She was a Joto Heisho during the Mishu Wars where she maintained the strictest possible state of discipline at all times. After an unpopular military career, she left and found a job at Origin Industries where she was an equally unpopular HR higher up. When Malachi joined the YPPS he would have no one else but “The Empress Bitch in all fire and glory” to lead his team. What was truly perplexing was that the two of them never spoke beyond curt nods or aggressive glares either at Origin or at the party. Today was simply a day for Hojo Hirayuki because “to assign a rank to your days will create a never-ending downward spiral as each day is actually worse than the last.
Takeda turned to the crowd of office workers who had all stopped and were staring blankly at their leadership “Look! Our best asset to winning a solid position this election just committed political suicide-“
“Soon to be real suicide if I have my say” Azazel quipped.
Hiroyuki picked up the speech “We need volunteers to get out and help fix this before that risotto stirring layabout sinks this ship before it’s out of dry dock.”
“If anyone thinks they could step up and help the party out we’d really appreciate it, you just have to have good communication skills-” Sigrid said like a preschool teacher looking for a line leader
“A knowledge of politics,” Takeda said more like a cough than a statement.
“You must be willing to do what needs to be done for a better Yamatai and a better party” Hojo announced with all the warmth of the darkest corners of space.
“And not be fucking morons!” Azazel spat.
Hana looked back and forth between the four committee heads and then down to the mug whiskey alone on her tray.
The Yamatai People’s Political Society is a rising party in the world of Yamataian politics, under the ‘leadership’ of famed celebrity chef turned politician Milton Sakamoto the party was claiming leads in polls all over the Star Empire which was remarkable for two reasons. First Sakamoto had done no actual leading he just bounced from world to world campaigning for whatever senate candidate they needed him to. Second, the party had absolutely no coherent ideology they were more of a catchall for anyone who wanted to run for office that couldn’t get attention from the other parties.
It was a busy day for the Yamatai People’s Political Society interns and functionaries were running back and forth: some were sending files to each other, some were asking for files, some were asking if their coworkers received the files they sent over less than a minute ago! At the head of the back of the office, floor were four offices arranged in a semi-circle. These offices were bastions of calm in chaos none dared approach their heavy doors. A purple-skinned Neko in office attire named Hana Matsuri balanced four cups on a tray. A latte topped with a beautiful head of foam embellished with a stylized chrysanthemum, a cup of brown sludge water acquired from a small street cart two blocks from the office building, a cup that is only technically coffee in so far that it was brown and bitter most consumers would have called it whiskey but it was still served in a mug with a picture of a small kitten just hanging in there, and a glass of water with a small label that said 3 pm coffee.
Hana crossed an invisible line that none of the other staffers had been willing to touch as if a spell had been broken a voice rang out from the middle right office“TELL HIM HE’S AS USELESS A FUCKING MARZIPAN DILDO!” followed by the unmistakable sound of a chair being flung at the wall. A tall disheveled Elysian stormed out wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tie loose around his neck. Without another word he grabbed the beautiful artistic latte and downed it in a single swig. He scrunched his face and looked at Hana. That was the worst whiskey I’ve ever had. But you’re new so you get a pass.” This was Malachi Azazel the head of public relations, a grizzled veteran of the political scene who was persuaded to jump ship from Origin industries after he shattered a model starship over a C level’s head for something that had to do with a mistress and stock secrets. He kept the party’s image intact under great effort thanks to the wild card format they happened to run under. Today happened to be what he would rank as the worst day of his life in a life of never-ending suffering brought about by the ceaseless folly of a carnival of chucklefucks and malicious incompetents.
Hana bowed her head “yes Mr. Azazel very sorry”
The unstable Elysian forced a smile that showed off every wrinkle on his miserable face, he turned to go back into his office but was frozen by a sing-song voice from one of the neighboring offices “Malachi! you’re going to scare the poor girl, we need to come together in this time of terrible crisis.” A Nekovalkirja with long straw-colored hair that matched the color of her round glasses poked her head out of her office. She practically skipped her way out to the mobile coffee center. “Oh it looks like you forgot my latte with 3 pumps caramel, 2 pumps vanilla, ¼ pump lavender, 1-ounce almond milk, 2 ounces soy foam, and a chrysanthemum drawn on top.”
Hana stammered unwilling to call out Malachi. “That’s alright dear I’d rather you not try at all than get it wrong and force me to drink something utterly disgusting like a whole pump of lavender!” This was Sigrid Balderdottir, head of analytics and information. No one really knows where she comes from most rumors revolve around SAINT or similar intelligence communities while more outlandish rumors put her as an NMX infiltrator playing the longest game in history. Regardless of who she was who she is is a data wizard capable of processing and tabulating thousands of millions of points of information to cope with whatever crisis the party has in a day. Today was a good day for her, not because she was enjoying herself but because every day was a good day when your alive in this beautiful universe.
“Look!” Hana jumped as a bass-heavy voice suddenly made its presence known “we have dealt with worse in my time and we will deal with worse again” A man who looked like he could tell dirt he knew its grandma grabbed the sludge coffee which he sipped with such vigor it fogged his spotlight sized glasses. Running a hand through what few hairs he had left on his he continued before anyone could possibly cut him off “This party is not Sakamoto’s party, it’s our party just because he got drunk on an Empire-wide broadcast and maybe insulted a few public figures doesn’t mean we’re sunk! We just have to come together and stand as one against-“ Takeda Khazaria has been writing political texts since he could speak which most place sometime around the invention of language. After a radical phase of violent anarchist action that climaxed in a three-day siege of a medium-sized water park, Takeda served a stint in the Yamataian prison system. He ran for senate every single election while incarcerated. Upon his release, he claimed his days of firebomb throwing are over and now he’d rather work with the system than against it but he’s far too up in years to actually serve on the senate so he’d rather promote some like-minded souls who can effect change for the people. He founded the YPPS and made himself head of policy writing even though they hold no elected officials to actually write policy for. Today was a miserable day for him because any day where he wasn’t actively throwing rocks through windows or painting anti-government slogans on walls was a miserable day.
“Could you please just shut up! He didn’t insult some movie star.” A small Minkan woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail so tight it looked like it was affecting her face shape shuffled out of the last occupied office. A long conservative skirt and suit jacket and shirt she whispered to the group “He spoke at length about how Yui’s ears were, and I quote ‘really freaky’ and how when he was younger he wanted to abolish the monarchy because of them.” Takeda smiled at the words ‘abolish the monarchy’ the woman continued “we can’t use him for a restaurant opening let alone the campaign!” She noticed Hana for the first time and saw the glass of water a smiled, she produced a small bottle of colorful pills from her breast pocket and popped three of them into her mouth followed by the water from Hana’s tray. To herself, she said, “I love you coffee”. Her smile disappeared, Hojo Hiroyuki was the YPPS’s director of sapient resources, she spent most of her day lecturing candidates on acceptable dress codes and media behavior. She was a Joto Heisho during the Mishu Wars where she maintained the strictest possible state of discipline at all times. After an unpopular military career, she left and found a job at Origin Industries where she was an equally unpopular HR higher up. When Malachi joined the YPPS he would have no one else but “The Empress Bitch in all fire and glory” to lead his team. What was truly perplexing was that the two of them never spoke beyond curt nods or aggressive glares either at Origin or at the party. Today was simply a day for Hojo Hirayuki because “to assign a rank to your days will create a never-ending downward spiral as each day is actually worse than the last.
Takeda turned to the crowd of office workers who had all stopped and were staring blankly at their leadership “Look! Our best asset to winning a solid position this election just committed political suicide-“
“Soon to be real suicide if I have my say” Azazel quipped.
Hiroyuki picked up the speech “We need volunteers to get out and help fix this before that risotto stirring layabout sinks this ship before it’s out of dry dock.”
“If anyone thinks they could step up and help the party out we’d really appreciate it, you just have to have good communication skills-” Sigrid said like a preschool teacher looking for a line leader
“A knowledge of politics,” Takeda said more like a cough than a statement.
“You must be willing to do what needs to be done for a better Yamatai and a better party” Hojo announced with all the warmth of the darkest corners of space.
“And not be fucking morons!” Azazel spat.
Hana looked back and forth between the four committee heads and then down to the mug whiskey alone on her tray.
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