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Margaret was a little unsettled with the sudden turnout of odd people, but this was to be expected when heavy security was in great demand. Nevertheless, the meek-faced girl remained at her seat and all quiet, yet to think of what to do, and still contemplating about everyone here. And yet, one big question remains: how long until the PM shows himself....?

Now, actually.

From the grand, mahogany doors of the ever-grand Parliament building came the Prime Minister, bursting in white. On him was his brilliantly white dyed pompadour, gracing his youthful face that kept his 46 years of age well hidden. He wore an extravagant white Victorian coat, intricately decorated with gold, and underneath it a white cravat with a golden sparrow emblem pinned. There on his shoulders lay a brilliantly silver feather boa. He doesn't really much look like a government man, to say, but more of a participant to some grand fashion pageant. And like one, no celebrity entrance is complete without a crowd of paparazzi to boot, their blinding flashes of their cameras reflecting off the PM's extravagant wear.

The officer on duty at once ordered all soldiers and policemen to stand in formation, and to ready themselves either for guard duty or for a military showoff. Margaret was among the first to scramble to her place. Meanwhile, on the other end of the street across the Parliament Building, news outlets have begun sounding out the joyous announcements of his grand entrance to the plaza, and begin preparing for his parade through the street.

Though something seems... off. Someone observant enough could see some sort of concern and distress in the minister's face, but no mind reader could even see what ails him; he had resistance, to say.

Going to push things forward now.
Sorry for the delay, went out on a stroll.

Anyway, can we get this moving? I might do a roll call for this.
Good to go. Put it in the tab.

Once put, I'll be marking the RP as full.
A neat Sora hard counter.

Will look at it in further detail later when I get to Singapore in a little while.

I'll be introducing the first antagonist soon if things move forward.
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.

"Mon ami, you're just in the nick of time. Bring in your report."

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:

Nothing's ever mundane in Mundin!
Not really obligatory, hence optional.
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