Oh, look, it's the PM!... no, wait, that's just an MP. A jet black suit, a deep maroon tie and a polished shoe on the member was a fine choice of attire indeed, but everyone knew this was not the Prime Minister's style. He had held the position of the city's head of state for the last six long years, and it's already common knowledge that the PM preferred to wear anything pompous and elegant that appeared more to belong to pageants rather than any formal event. Foundation feasts, public speeches, security briefings and even emergency meetings-- you name it, he does it!

The already-impatient officer on duty flinched an eye upon hearing another come in as well. Though there's not really any point getting mad at the Units' favorite vigilante, especially if he came in bringing anything of use. And he had news, it appeared. 

[color=gray]"[i]Mon ami[/i], you're just in the nick of time. Bring in your report."[/color]

Elsewhere, St. Jeanne's Plaza is still lively as ever, even as the dusk drew near. Much of the news broadcasts for today, displayed all-around at the holo-screens, focused their cameras on the still empty platform that the Prime Minister will hold his speech on while the anchors made their commentaries in the background. And of course, before every commercial break, there's always that unmistakable joyous tune of chimes, followed by Mundin's tourism slogan fading in on a white background and a robotic female voice reading those aloud:

[i]Nothing's ever mundane in Mundin![/i]