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We all must do our part [active]
Character(s): Mayor Marcus Praetoris and whoever is going to be irksome to him
Content: True to his word, the mayor is out cleaning up the snow.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Throughout the day, week 37
Warnings: Probably a snarky mayor avoiding conversation. With a swarm of guards lurking if anyone tries to get rough with him to possibly swoop in. IDK, the mayor might let you punch him.
OOC Notes: Multiple people can tag! Separate comment chains for separate instances, please! Tags will prob be slow as my notifs are wonky.
Bundled up in warm clothing and armed with a shovel, Mayor Marcus Praetoris stood working amongst a swarm of other citizens. And by citizens, that of course meant his guards, because it wasn't often that Praetoris was so very out in the open, and neither he nor his guards were going to risk his exposure to the unruly Outsiders without protection.
He worked throughout the day, only taking short breaks to catch his breath, before returning to the train tracks and resuming shoveling the snow off of them.
Approach him if you wish. The other blondes around him will only peer at you, unless of course you do something crazy like try to kill him.
Content: True to his word, the mayor is out cleaning up the snow.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Throughout the day, week 37
Warnings: Probably a snarky mayor avoiding conversation. With a swarm of guards lurking if anyone tries to get rough with him to possibly swoop in. IDK, the mayor might let you punch him.
OOC Notes: Multiple people can tag! Separate comment chains for separate instances, please! Tags will prob be slow as my notifs are wonky.
Bundled up in warm clothing and armed with a shovel, Mayor Marcus Praetoris stood working amongst a swarm of other citizens. And by citizens, that of course meant his guards, because it wasn't often that Praetoris was so very out in the open, and neither he nor his guards were going to risk his exposure to the unruly Outsiders without protection.
He worked throughout the day, only taking short breaks to catch his breath, before returning to the train tracks and resuming shoveling the snow off of them.
Approach him if you wish. The other blondes around him will only peer at you, unless of course you do something crazy like try to kill him.
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Besides, there were at least two sides to every story. Maybe if he spoke civilly to Praetoris, he would learn something.
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"No, this isn't normal. A dusting, maybe. Weather is normally very relaxed. A few terrible thunderstorms here and there, but those are spread out through the years. We're unprepared for weather like this, and there was no explanation."
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"Might be a malfunction in the weather regulators - you do have regulators, don't you? - might want to have someone in to look at that." He said, risking a sip to his mug and instantly making a face. "Bit too warm. Give it a minute or two, maybe. I'm the Doctor, by the way."
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He took the Doctor's advice, letting the tea cool.
"Pleasure," he replied to the offered introduction, although whether or not that was true had yet to prove itself. One can never be too sure, but like the Doctor, Praetoris would be polite, too. "You, of course, know who I am, else I doubt we would be speaking."
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"Of course I know. I've been following city events," he replied, his voice pleasant. "I like to keep up on things."
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He started to sip at his tea, focus split between watching the Doctor and staring off along the large amount of work they still had left. He was sure that the Doctor was here for something... He wasn't foolish enough to believe an Outsider would come up to him for just a chat. No, he knew his appearances in the open were limited, so then most would likely just want to give him a piece of his mind.
Thus, the guards. Guards also helping with the shoveling, but guards nonetheless.
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Of course, then he actually did remember, and he decided to act on it. "Can I just ask why you're having people arrested for leaving when it's very clear you want us to leave every bit as much as we do?"
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He looked away, his own tea completely forgotten.
"Clothing often expresses one's state of mind. The people of Paixao are kind. They will open their doors and hearts to all, not considering the consequences that may accompany doing so. They die, get replaced, and then it happens again and again. I do not wish to harden the hearts of my people, and so in making it a law, I protect them; I keep the unruly, undesirable, from gracing their presence. And any who abide by the law? Perhaps they grow in character, become safe. It is no solution by any means, but a step closer.
"I have heard tragedy and ruin at the hands of Outsiders. A clown setting fire to a playground, water supply being poisoned, Ceu de Mouraria being demolished, the city leveled. The list goes on.
"Asking nicely does not solve problems." Bitterness began to creep into his voice. "You think because you want something to be done, Doctor, it will be? I don't think so. You people keep coming here, spouting change, spouting about how to fix things, and what? Nothing gets done. More of my people are killed."
He sighed, and lifted his hands to press at his forehead, only to remember the tea. He stared at it, almost surprised. He continued, quieter.
"I'm protecting my people, and maybe, just maybe you all will be protected too if you stop leaving. Things use to be much safer when there were the first restrictions on the gates."
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He nodded again, though not in agreement. "I think I'm beginning to understand, Mayor. You've had a lot to deal with in what sounds like a short amount of time." He paused for a moment, sipping his tea, and continued. "Can I just ask, what was going on with the first restrictions, and what were those restrictions, exactly?"
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"There has been many incidents over the course of the years. Many. I haven't even been mayor for half a year, but I've watched." He shook his heads. "I can't be too sure on the first restrictions. That was in Oturo's time, and we... do not have much from then. I know that people weren't allowed to leave, and they didn't." He turned the cup in his hands. "Though there weren't these other... 'floors', you call them?"
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"Right! Floors!" agreed the Time Lord. "I've been to some of them. There's a beach, a forest, and a city near a graveyard. There's also a savannah and... well, I haven't been there yet, but I know there's supposedly a throne room out there, too. It's like different worlds have been pulled here." He had no idea how they were managing to do this, but oh, they were good.
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Suddenly he stopped in his tracks.
Marco. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and stared at the man ahead busy at work. When he had heard the Mayor would be clearing the tracks he never imagined he would actually find Marcus, well, doing just that! Oturo had been impossible to catch, which was why Timon had suspected Marcus to be of little difference. What a pleasant surprise. Oddly happy to see the man, which was certainly a first, Timon decided to approach him.
“Marco!” Timon hollered, the swarm of guards which surrounded hnim having by no means intimidated him. “Didn’t think I’d see you out here. And here I thought you never left the office.”
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Praetoris sighed. He kept shoveling.
"I said I would be out here," he replied. "There's a lot of work to be done; I can't simply ask others to do something I myself wouldn't do."
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Placing both paws on his hips, Timon looked up at Praetoris expectantly. There was no ignoring him now. “You’re not walkin’ your way outta this one. I still got grubs to pick with you.” Because he didn’t pick bones, bones were gross.
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"And what 'grubs' would those be?" he asked with a sigh.
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"Morning," he said as he slunk out of the darkness, the shadows seemingly sticking to the bags beneath his eyes.
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"Good morning."