Planeocracy

"Oh, by the way..."

The council chamber had just been set for their evening break--technically they're never really dismissed, per se, as the council is in a continual process of appeals, re-examinations and voting and it's just a question of which Councilors are sitting in at the time. But Midna was very careful to say this loud enough so that everyone can hear, and before the chamber could empty to any degree.

"Senior Councilor Jameson. What's your opinion on the situation in the Democratic Republic of Eras? You were so vocal about Isthul and yet you become strangely silent whenever Eras is brought up... could there be a reason for that?"

The question is rhetorical, mostly. She already knows the answer.

((OOC NOTE: Any Councilor can tag into this thread. ANY of them. The idea is to confront Jameson en masse about his unreasonable condemnation of the medical research practices in Erhas. Midna is just starting it. HAVE FUN, BOYS AND GIRLS!))

[Video filtered to Ridcully, Thomas, Hime, Rune, and Yukari]

"Everyone. Senior Councilor Macarius has offered to divulge some information on our past dealings with Isthul. But he's only willing to give it to select Councilors and High Councilors who draft and sign a proposal to do so. It'd have to be approved first, of course, which sounds fishy to me. They're obviously not telling us something, and it's something that they want to keep a secret for as long as they can. I had asked only what he knows about Isthul specifically because this was a few days ago; we may have to amend that to include the other worlds as much as we can and still keep in good form. That'll be tricky, but not impossible.

"The reason I'm telling only you and not every single Councilor here, is that his tone suggested that the fewer people who sign, the better chance of approval. But like I'd said to him, we can't do our job if we don't know the history behind what's going on here. If something happens, we need to be prepared."

[Video to Morrison]

Hello there, Morrison. Can you give me a quick rundown of how this... trade sanction over Isthul came about? Is there a pamphlet somewhere I can pick up? A novella, maybe? I'm willing to do some footwork occasionally... just don't tell the others. I have a REPUTATION, after all.

[Video to R&D]

"I have a question for for the think-tank. What exactly IS this Astral Silver everyone's talking about? What makes it so outstanding that we'd impose sanctions on it? There's something in those broadcasts that politely isn't being said, and I want to know what it is."

[Action]

Midna is pacing through the council chamber's surrounding hallways. Not lounging, not wafting weightlessly but actually padding back and forth on her own two bare feet. A cloud of magic-powered screens surround her as she pokes through the archives... Ask her what's going on?

[EDIT: Also paging Senior Councilor Macarius, privately]

Distinguished Senior Councilor. I'm sorry to breach protocol to speak to you directly, but I have some questions about this... Isthul, that you may have the answers to. I'm not an alarmist, but the way these events are escalating makes me uneasy. These things have a nasty tendency of coming to a person's doorstep, I've found. I'd like to know a little more about HOW these sanctions they're protesting came about in the first place.

[Video]

"Ah... ah... ahCHOO!"

Midna sniffles and tugs her hood and exactly one-half of a red Pontiac convertible crashes to the ground behind her, with a massive clatter and the doleful wail of a security alarm cut short before its prime. The Twili looks somewhat disheveled and pale, and her blue cheeks are looking a little purplish.

"S'cuze bee. Hah... I think I got that signess that's been go-ig around ladely. Dis deber happened to bee before. I didn't thing I could eben GET sig! Is dis norbal? I, I bean, not dis." She gestures to the mutilated cube of car parts behind her. "Dat's only because when I sneeze I can't condrol a... ah... ahh... AHCOO!"

A wooden crate with ACME INC burned into the side, sprouts from a wobbling black portal and lands with a thud nearby.

"Anyone know what I gan do to stob it?! At dis rate who dows what'll habben if I don't stob sneezing!"

[EDIT: Action, Later]

Midna snuffles into the medical wing as per Ike's suggestion, several extra layers of shadow wrapped around her in the form of leggings and odd little boots and a steaming cup of tea in one hand. Ironic, that someone like her should get the chills...

"Hello?"