And there was the 'Ms. Carter' thing again. The thing that it had taken what seemed like forever to get certain people to drop. The thing she HATED. And was she being judged again? What was with people and their judging these days?! However, Roxanne kept these thoughts to herself as she shook Raelynn's hand. "Please, call me Roxanne. So, Ms. Spencer, how did you get assigned to me?" Because she was highly curious about that. And wasn't quite sure rather she could really trust her still. She was MLE after all......

He hadn't had to wait long before he was finally approached, and he wasn't quite expecting THIS person. The man looked EXPENSIVE, and STERN and... the type that would make him eat all of his vegetables before dessert.

Still, since he looked all smarty AND fancy pants, perhaps he'd give him the edge he was looking for. Help was always appreciated.
"Pleasure to meet ya, Warfield.." funny name... though Rockefeller sounded AWESOME"I look forward to working with you." He extended his hand to shake.

So now what? Did they need to do a bro-hug thing... cause he wasn't so keen on hugging strange dudes, or dudes that looked powerful.
There was something about the way the dude looked at his hair that gave him the chills... HE WASHED IT! So there was NOTHING wrong with it! Mmhhmm.

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Oh. Sweet Merlin. Kurumi's dad was quite the hugger. And... despite being a quidditch player, Carter wasn't wasn't used to physical abuse of this magnitude. That's right. Mr. Hollingberry hugs trumped bludgers.

Oh. LIFE SAVING BREATH! Carter tried really carefully not to look extremely grateful to be alive. And relieved that he was capable of breathing again.

He beamed happily as Kurumi's dad talked about the little lion dragon tamer. "That's fantastic-." he began. But he was pretty much immediately being handed pictures. Oh. Merlin. A LOT of photos. He half expected a baby picture to be thrown in there. But nope. They all looked recent.

"At least she's in London. You get to see her more often there, yeah?" he asked. WHOA! Wait. What?! Bacccccccck up. "To... a dragon?" Right? And NOT a small child. Or any sort of animal would be fine actually.

Or a rock. He'd be cool with that too.

Andddddd more pictures. He flipped through them. Kurumi did look happy in them. So that was good.

WHOA! HE GOT A CAMPAIGN MANAGER?! How COOL was that? ... what did they do? Was he like... a personal assistant? ... Or did he make his posters? Carter wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but he was EXCITED!

"REALLY?" he asked excitedly. "No. Of course I wouldn't send you off. I think this is absolutely brilliant. And it's even better than we know each other." Well... sorta knew each other at least. And by better... he meant that he was more comfortable with it.

Look at that. Pictures certainly WERE worth a thousand words and they were taking away Mr. Phillips' right now. Charles made a mental note to not have any pictures of his little ray of sunshine out and about during public appearances. Couldn't have his candidate looking like an open mouth trout when he was supposed to be charming the crowd.

Did he want bigger prints of any of these? Charles could totally hook him up with some if he did.

"I actually live and work in Japan at the moment, but the Department of Magical Cooperation at the Japanese Ministry pushed me to apply for this position from the Board of Elections from your Ministry." Or, well, the Ministry here as opposed to there. "So I don't get to see her and her most radiant of smiles that have the power to bring color to even the blackest of hearts." Charles, bless him and his mind, was convinced that just her smile could have defeated Lord Voldemort.

"Of COURSE a dragon," Charles chuckled. Hadn't he said that? No? His train of thought sometimes didn't always put pieces together in their proper places. He never liked jigsaw puzzles anyway. "If it were, you know, THAT...then this Lewis of hers better go into hiding." FOREVER.

"BRILLIANT!" Charles clapped his hands together and then put an arm around the boy's shoulders to lead him away from the others and out of earshot. Couldn't have the others listening in as they talked strategy. "Now, Mr. Phillips, it seems to me that your intention for today's event is to get dunked," he whispered while nodding towards the boy's attire. "Or is this just for show?" The latter was the CORRECT answer, by the way.

She's smiling.... that's a good thing. at least she's not so stress before the speeches and what not is happening. Which is really a good thing because everyone knows that being a member of the BoG, one must have the ability to feel calm and collected. Elric gave her a wide smile as well. "I hope you haven't waited too long for me." he started "I have to apologize to have kept you waiting for some time" he said. Actually he had to do rounds and check ups at the hospital, where he is working at-- make sure everything is okay before he leaves-- that's why he's a little bit late.

Looking at Lourdes, he took a deep breath "So how are you feeling today?" Nervous? Maybe. Or maybe perhaps not. "I hear you work at the ministry, Level 7. If I may, which area in Games and Sports do you work in?" of course he did a background check up on his own candidate. For conversation purposes. Plus he learned in psychology that talking to someone about themselves makes them a little less worried and gains back their confidence, which is what she absolutely needs right now if she wants a spot on that team.

Was he apologising? Lourdes thought he didn't have to apologise because he didn't do anything wrong. Plus, Lourdes was patient and it didn't bother her that he arrived a bit later than the other managers. "Everything's good," she nodded and gave me an assuring smile. "I didn't wait for too long." Managers were busy people in their ordinary life, too, and Lourdes understood that. She, herself, was a busy woman apart from her involvement in the Board of Governors soon-to-be election. No worries, there was no harm done.

How was she feeling? She'd have to be honest with her manager, so that they could both understand the truth. "A tad nervous, but I'm also looking forward to it," she said. Looking forward to the debate, upcoming elections, and working with different people like Doctor Heiderich. He seemed like a nice man, and the fact he looked younger than Lourdes did not trouble her. She took a sip while her manager asked for more questions. "I head Games & Sports," she replied. She didn't really work there, but she led her employees and now she was hoping that they were all okay while she was away to be here. This time, it was her turn to ask. "Where do you work, Doctor Heiderich?" It was just a simple yet worth knowing question. He was a doctor, not a healer. Lourdes knew those things because of her halfblood status. He must've worked at a well-known hospital, considering his calm and probably brilliant mind. The blonde took another sip from her drink while waiting.

Grasping Cooper's hand into his Warfield gave it a firm shake. He noticed though that his Candidates grip was loose, was the man nervous? Without a second thought he extended his free hand and gripped it around Mr.Cope's elbow on the arm that was shaking his hand. With that level of trust now shown Warfield released Cooper from his grasp.

Taking a seat beside him, Warfield leaned forward. "It truly is an honor to help you Cooper, I can call you Cooper now yes?" He didn't give the man a chance to say no. "Well Cooper, let me say I've listened to almost all of your shows and with a voice as powerful as yours I'm sure we can bag you a spot on the Board." He eyed Cooper from his shaggy hair to the tips of his toes. "Your demeaner could use some work. You're built big, so you should look intimidating. If I didn't know you I wouldn't want to meet you in Knockturn Alley, but right now i'm more terrified of the Octopus Brooch you're wearing then youself." Seriously that was one scarey squid! "So as my first suggestion to you is sit straight, and don't look so nervous."
and that hair, It almost looked like he was just wearing a wig to cover up how horribly bald he was underneath it.

She's nice and calm.... another great point for this whole BoG event. Elric is just sort of analyzing her through her movements. He did spot a hint of nervousness because really, it's normal to be nervous with what will happen after this. "Good to know you're feeling that" he looked at her. "You'd be crazy enough if you're not nervous." he gave out a small laugh. Confidence is key but not over confidence. He's liking his candidate.

I head Games & Sports

Oh of course, how could he have forgotten about that. He did his research correctly but he totally forgot on that part, her being all the head honcho of the place. "Even better" he gave her a firm smile. She's perfect for the job "It's good that you're already have leadership skills." it's true. If she gets a spot as a member, she'll definitely have great things to offer. "Whatever questions they'll give you, I'm sure you'll be able to answer it with your experience" especially because she's the department head. And plus, he needs to sell her and her capabilities--- that's what managers do.

Where do you work, Doctor Heiderich?

"Please, call me Elric" he told Lourdes as his hands took a glass of cool beverage that he can spot on the table near them. "Like you I am also the head of the hospital in Florida" which is his current position "I'm also a cardiothoracic surgeon" Elric need not explain because he'll be too technical if he goes further into his study as a doctor. Enough about him though, Elric thought of topics that will bring him closer and talk more casual to Lourdes. Hogwarts. "From what house were you in?" because the school is what brought them together, so it'd be nice if they could discuss about their days as a student at Hogwarts.

EEP! Nolan was late. But he had a good reason--his poor little Scarlett had fallen over and hit her head on the cabinet and he'd had to rush her to St. Mungos. It was either that or get her muggle stitches--and he wasn't about to put his baby through that. So he had to rush her to Mungos while Ginger was at work, and then hand her off to her mother once she was all patched up.

He walked into the reception area and blinked. Where was his manager? Was he supposed to know? He knew the name but couldn't put a name to a face...so he'd hang out here with his appetizers and let THEM approach HIM.

For another weird reason, Lourdes knew that her manager was taking mental notes about her as well. The same way her fellow candidate, Ivy, did during the Meet n' Greet. Except she's made bad impressions with that woman and Lourdes felt bad about it. She was hoping that Dr. Heiderich didn't have a displeasing thoughts about her. She actually was being nice. Oh, so she was normal? Lourdes smiled. "I knew I was." Or was she not?

He was complimenting her leadership skills. Now Lourdes knew that she actually had good impressions from her manager. That's what managers were supposed to do, actually, find the good of their candidate. They wouldn't like to emphasise on the bad qualities if they wanted their candidate to win, right? No, definitely not. "Why thank you," she said, liking the compliments she was receiving. She wasn't going to boast about them, no. Stay humble, that's what her mother had taught her since she was a child. "I appreciate what you've said." See? A good manager.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologised. Lourdes should really know the preferences of her manager if they were expected to be working together. "Cardiothoracic," the woman pondered for a while. "That's the thorax, yes? Includes the heart and lungs." She was kind of sure with her guess. Despite her being a sporty woman, she did have brains too. That's what some people thought she lacked, but really she managed to graduate and take NEWTs after her final year at Luxembourg. Then they went to Hogwarts houses. "I was a Gryffindor," she said and still was one at heart. "But I transferred to Luxembourg after my fourth year." In case that kind of information was still necessary. "What house were you from, Elric?" He preferred the use of first names, yes?

Satine looked at her hand to make sure there wasn't anything on it...nope it was clean....she cocked her head at the girl and then let her hand slowly fall down. How odd and unprofessional...this would be bad if she handled everyone in this way...Selena needed a firm handshake to make a good first impression...she made a mental note of that...and then put her smile back on her face.

"Same here..." she said studying every inch of the woman's expression...yes she was judging but judging like a voter would, "I'm excited to be able to work with you for the election...so tell me about yourself..." she said figuring the girl would jump on that opportunity. She flipped open the notebook and flicked her wrist and the Quill flew out and hovered over the notebook ready to make notes. She instantly flicked her hand again and the Quill went to work writing the word handshake. It hovered just above the heads of the two women.

Yes, he was arriving backstage fashionably late. It wasn't as if he cared to be waiting backstage for a bunch of his client's competitors to arrive. No no, he had used this extra time since his early arrival to be out among the voters, getting a feel for the general mood, forging valuable contacts, and most importantly dropping subtle hints as to the excellent qualifications of his client.

Speaking of whom, he spotted Erik immediately upon his entrance into the area. Ah, the man had enough sense to dress professionally... House-neutral color... I think I can actually work with this man!

Bjorn approached Erik and produced his right hand, ready for a handshake. "Ah, you must be Mister Vinteren, no? Pleasure to meet you, sir." With a cheesy grin, Bjorn said, "I'm Bjorn Berg, your Ministry-appointed campaign manager." He looked at his watch. "I don't wish to keep you long, I know you likely have last minute things to review before you take the stage. Shall we meet up after the debate? Say.. the Three Broomsticks?" Highly visible location, good publicity.

Oh good. The pictures were done. That was good. Because... Carter was convinced that he'd seen every outfit of Kurumi's at least 6 times. Because. You know. That made sense. Oh. But... did that shirt have a dragon on it? Could he get one for Destiny?

Heh. His ministry. This was... a stepping stool to owning a Ministry, right?

... he was kidding, of course. Unless... you know, someone was offering a Ministry. Then he accepted. And demanded they all get matching t-shirts.

"Well I'm glad you're on loan then." Because... that meant he was here! To be Carter's brain Campaign Manager responsible person thing. He then smiled. "Well, you're here now... so..." Maybe they could just... stop by and visit Kurumi sometime. That would be fun!

He let out a relieved sigh. Of course a dragon. He was glad that that was out of the way. Otherwise this conversation was going to taking a really awkward direction. Yeah. Lewis needing to be in hiding. He could see that happening.

Ohhhh. And they were walking. And being all... secretive. This was cool. He should have been in politics his whole life.

Wait. Was the dunking for the losers? Where's the fun in that?!

"For show." he said almost immediately. Because... that was the right answer, right? ... and if he got dunked. WOOO! No complaints.

"I figured this made me look... normal." Meh... that probably wasn't the best word. "Relatable? Oh. Likable."

Carter Phillips: Likable. That was practically a campaign slogan right there.

Selena didn't like this woman.

Was this blonde girl JUDGING Selena? That was Selena's job. She judged people. Yup. And she was very good at judging too. The brunette tossed her hair over her shoulder, still looking at blonde Satine lady. The name reminded Selena of fish or something. "I'm sure you are, Miss Farris," Selena said, using everything in her to not roll her eyes. Luckily, she didn't. "But, Miss Farris, why don't you tell me about yourself? Why should I trust you?" Because if it wasn't obvious, Selena didn't trust this blonde to manage her election thingy mabob.

There was a different blonde Selena trusted instead. Plus, that quill thing there hovering was putting the former Slytherin off. Just a little.

"But I haven't hired you for my campaign." Althea responded calmly. "Which has been in action for more than five months now." Keaira? Was it? Was just a LITTLE late to the party, so to speak.

"If you, or the Board of Elections," Interesting that the Ministry was taking a role in this? Or attempting to, and why had she not been told? She would have words with Alexander, she would, "Had done your research you'd know how my campaign is going, and also who I hired to manage my campaign." She pointed out and examined her nails.

... and was she trying to flatter her? Did she know anything else? And what was this 'this board' AND 'the board of elections' part? Since when had the Board of Governors been a puppet to another board? She made a mental note to accost Cassandra Rae-Branxton and speak with her on this, as soon as possible.

"He is not, we prepared this morning. I don't abide him hanging over my shoulder and I won't be needing your help. But you're welcome to tag along and observe." She paaaaused and then added, "I notice you haven't said a word about what YOU would bring to the table, if I allowed you to assist my campaign."

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"But I haven't hired you for my campaign." Althea responded calmly. "Which has been in action for more than five months now." Keaira? Was it? Was just a LITTLE late to the party, so to speak.

"If you, or the Board of Elections," Interesting that the Ministry was taking a role in this? Or attempting to, and why had she not been told? She would have words with Alexander, she would, "Had done your research you'd know how my campaign is going, and also who I hired to manage my campaign." She pointed out and examined her nails.

... and was she trying to flatter her? Did she know anything else? And what was this 'this board' AND 'the board of elections' part? Since when had the Board of Governors been a puppet to another board? She made a mental note to accost Cassandra Rae-Branxton and speak with her on this, as soon as possible.

"He is not, we prepared this morning. I don't abide him hanging over my shoulder and I won't be needing your help. But you're welcome to tag along and observe." She paaaaused and then added, "I notice you haven't said a word about what YOU would bring to the table, if I allowed you to assist my campaign."

What would she bring to the table - and yes she did agree five months of not knowing was not a good idea. She just made a mental note to take a long hot bath and have a much needed glass of fire whiskey before bed. "Alright. You want to know what i'll bring to the table?" She asked - her tone growing even more firm as she spoke.

Not because of being frazzled - well maybe this woman was a little bit of a handful. But more because she was passionate. And when she was asked what she would bring to the table nine times out of ten she'd get a gleam in her eyes and look almost positively ferocious.

"I'm the middle-girl in a family with four older brothers. So with that said I know how to talk to pushy and overbearing people." She nodded, "And I'm a people person I went for a minor in communications and politics in university." she just gritted her teeth a bit thinking back on her career - sure it was speckled with some strange things but she was over all a good person. Or at least she thought so. "I'm one of those people who when asked to get something - no matter how strange or bizarre it is I will try and get it. And if its a matter that needs to be done in rather a discreet manor I will do so with ease."

Keaira was a little relieved that Althea had offered for her to stick around - heck she'd stick around and worm her little way into the campaign. Just as the board of elections wanted her to do. Because really the board of elections wasn't a bad place at all.

Keaira knew she was going to get hired eventually - because there was no way around it. She was just that much of a go-getter. "Another good quality is that I know how to delegate responsibility. I have been involved in student government and I ran a campaign in Egypt recently for a wonderful woman running to be head of the head of the Anch Association of Ancient Egyptian Archeology". she nodded. "And I'm pleased to note that Mrs. Isis Molinero did, with my help win the election with a landslide." She nodded. In a hushed tone she added, "That may in part be due to the fact that I found all these inconsistencies with the other candidates...for example one woman wasn't even trained in archeology."

Keaira gave Althea a slightly nervous smile. She talked a lot. "Oh and I can talk a lot and get other people to just accept me...basically use my skills and I won't bother you as much as possible." She smiled.

Erik had resorted to toying with the liquid in his glass, since no one was approaching him and most of the other candidates had already found their managers. It seemed Trelawney was going to be disappointing him for the first time this season. He was most displeased about that, but it wasn't enough to drive him to actually drink what was in his glass.

He glanced at his watch and let out a small, audible sigh. He'd give it five more minutes.

At the fourth minute, his manager arrived. Fashionably on time? Erik thought it was just him who did that.

"Mister Berg, a pleasure." Erik gave the man's hand a firm shake, though he certainly wasn't about to return cheesy grin as well. He considered the man's offer to meet up afterwards and the fact that he said he was Ministry appointed...and slowly nodded.

"Three Broomsticks it is." He'd have preferred the Hog's Head, but perhaps this manager knew something he did not. "I vill see you then, Mister Berg..." Bjorn. That was a good, strong Scandinavian name. He approved of this man...so far.

"Obviously." Althea said when the younger woman rephrased her question back at her. No actually, she just asked to say words. For funsies. The actual question didn't matter.

She listened when Keaira spoke, not particularly impressed with this business about older brothers blah blah. That had very little bearing on her professional qualifications. She waved off the last part and asked, "A minor in communications and politics? What did you major in then?" As in, what were her legitimate qualifications, the on paper stuff that might make someone like Althea look at her twice? Because the rest? Was all talk. "I won't be asking you to fetch me things, unless you'd prefer for me to hire you as a gopher." She raised one eyebrow, wondering why this woman thought that playing fetch for 'strange' and 'bizarre' things in a discreet manner was something to brag about, or indeed something she felt the need to offer to Althea.

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Althea was listening but still not wholly impressed. AND suspicious of motives and the reason for all of this to begin with. Her apparent skills for getting people to accept her weren't exactly working like a charm on Althea.

She leaned forward and spoke quietly herself, so that only Keaira here would hear her words. "Well. I suppose if you autonomously," As in, on her own, with nothing to do with Althea whatsoever, "manage to find 'inconsistencies' amongst the candidates here today, of the variety that would eliminate them from the running, I'd possibly consider taking you on board in a minor role." Very minor. Manager? No.

She straightened up. "I require you to send your resume to my office by the end of the day, and I'll look over it at my leisure and get back to you." And that was as good of a concession as she would get from Althea Schirmer.

He may have been shown a picture of the man he was supposed to be managing, but there had to be as easier way to actually find him.

Brock had been standing there, as patiently as he possibly could for at least ten minutes waiting for the guy to show up. Had something awful happened to him? What would happen if that happened? Was he going to get another candidate? What if... what if one of the other candidates got to him first and already offed him!? Could they DO that? He had been standing there, do absolutely nothing but staring for long enough to spot a few shifty looking people in the crowd. At least all of them could off someone.

Thankfully, though, there was no need to arm himself just yet, and as soon as his eyes landed one Nolan Reynolds, Brock practically zoomed his way over to him. His hand was already outstretched towards him even before he actually reached him. "Nolan Reynolds?" Just to make sure. "Brock Garraway, your campaign manager. Do you mind if I call you Nollie? It flows off the tongue better."

Oh! There was food! Brock leaned forward a bit to see what Nollie was having. Looked good.

“As I said, you may think you don’t need a manager, but you do. Not only do I think this, just from her display of poor attitude right now but so does the Board of Elections, who happen to be the ones that hired me to work with you.” He refused to say work for her, because she was not the one to hire him. No, he was working for the Board of Elections. Hopefully this woman would prove to be a worthy enough opponent for him to support and help bring in the winning votes.

What the...

Gloves? Really?

Whatever. If the woman wanted to be a germ-a-phobe then so be it. She was the one that looked silly putting her gloves on just to shake someone’s hand.

Squeezing her hand just a little tighter than she was doing, he smiled and continued to make friendly conversation. “Professor you say. Do yuo still teach, and what is it you're a professor of?” She was a current professor right? If not then why insist on being called one?

SPOILER!!: Carter!!

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Oh good. The pictures were done. That was good. Because... Carter was convinced that he'd seen every outfit of Kurumi's at least 6 times. Because. You know. That made sense. Oh. But... did that shirt have a dragon on it? Could he get one for Destiny?

Heh. His ministry. This was... a stepping stool to owning a Ministry, right?

... he was kidding, of course. Unless... you know, someone was offering a Ministry. Then he accepted. And demanded they all get matching t-shirts.

"Well I'm glad you're on loan then." Because... that meant he was here! To be Carter's brain Campaign Manager responsible person thing. He then smiled. "Well, you're here now... so..." Maybe they could just... stop by and visit Kurumi sometime. That would be fun!

He let out a relieved sigh. Of course a dragon. He was glad that that was out of the way. Otherwise this conversation was going to taking a really awkward direction. Yeah. Lewis needing to be in hiding. He could see that happening.

Ohhhh. And they were walking. And being all... secretive. This was cool. He should have been in politics his whole life.

Wait. Was the dunking for the losers? Where's the fun in that?!

"For show." he said almost immediately. Because... that was the right answer, right? ... and if he got dunked. WOOO! No complaints.

"I figured this made me look... normal." Meh... that probably wasn't the best word. "Relatable? Oh. Likable."

Carter Phillips: Likable. That was practically a campaign slogan right there.

Yep. He most certainly was here now and it was now his life's mission to get this kid as far as possible - hopefully ON the Board. He was lucky that his little cupcake of divine justice and cuteness spoke so highly of him. Made being his manager and actually wishing well of the boy so much easier.

Show. Normal. Relatable. Likable. All very good things...just needed some severe fine tuning in the young man's case.

"Very well, Mr. Phillips," he nodded before venturing a glance around the room at everyone else. "Here is my concern, Mr. Phillips, with your overall image. Winning Mr. Congeniality won't get you a spot on the Board of Governors. You need to prove to everyone that you are more than just a pretty smile on a Wheaties box." Yes, he had seen that and even had a copy of the box cut out in his sweet sugarplum's Quidditch scrapbook. "You need to play to your strengths. So, what are your strengths?"

Pleeeeeeeease say public speaking was one of them.

"Just Atticus is fine," he replied, accepting her hand in his and giving it one of his polite, firm shakes. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Frost." Or did she prefer to go by her first name as well? She would correct him if she did, yes? The rest of that sentence was indeed a mouthful, but Atticus felt like he managed to follow well enough. She was his manager to help with his campaign to be elected as a Hogwarts governor.

Seeing her summon her own glass of water reminded him that he had his own, so he took another sip. How did he feel about the debate? Hm... "I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about it." Perhaps even more than just a bit. "I don't feel like I'm really the...'debating' type." He could be honest with her, right? If she knew his weaknesses, she could hopefully help him overcome them. And this was definitely an obstacle that needed to be overcome.

Satine cocked her head to the side and pushed a stray bang behind her ear...this was an awful way to start this partnership with the girl being almost rude...it wasn't Satine's fault that they had been paired together. She had been hired by the Ministry to do a job and paired with her...so they were stuck together and the girl needed to get over herself...but Satine was professional and kept a smile on her face and decided to shrug off her first statement.

"Well, the Ministry hired me because I have great organization and planning skills. I also have a very clean background so I don't bring any drama to the election circuit. And, above all, I'm very professional and like to get down to business. I don't think, 'Why should you trust me' is the question. I think the better question would be 'What can I do for you in the Election...'" she paused to let that sink in and then continued, "And the only way we can get started with planning is for me to know everything there is to know about you. I need to know how to play on your strengths and pretty much make your weaknesses disappear. I need to know if you are hiding any secrets so that I can make them hide quickly. So pretty much I need to know if I can trust you to give me the information I need to get you elected to the Board." she said with a smile and peppy attitude but it was obvious she meant business...that was her straight to the point.

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“As I said, you may think you don’t need a manager, but you do. Not only do I think this, just from her display of poor attitude right now but so does the Board of Elections, who happen to be the ones that hired me to work with you.” He refused to say work for her, because she was not the one to hire him. No, he was working for the Board of Elections. Hopefully this woman would prove to be a worthy enough opponent for him to support and help bring in the winning votes.

What the...

Gloves? Really?

Whatever. If the woman wanted to be a germ-a-phobe then so be it. She was the one that looked silly putting her gloves on just to shake someone’s hand.

Squeezing her hand just a little tighter than she was doing, he smiled and continued to make friendly conversation. “Professor you say. Do yuo still teach, and what is it you're a professor of?” She was a current professor right? If not then why insist on being called one?

Ivy narrowed her eyes at this man and his offensive words. "Who are you to say that I 'need' a manager?" And why was everyone making her want to punch things? Deeeep breaths... Now was not the time to get angry.

"Fine. Do your thing. But I make no promises." She would work with this man... somewhat. For a little while. But she wouldn't listen to him if she didn't want to.

Ivy yanked her hand back with the smallest of winces and clasped her hands in front of her. Ugh. She didn't want to talk to this man. "If you're supposed to be my manager, shouldn't you know the answer to that question?" This was ridiculous. Was it time to start yet?

OOC: Just a head's up, this thread will be closing in roughly 12 hours.

You may move your candidates onstage to the debate now! Congratulations on making it this far, and good luck to all!

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"Obviously." Althea said when the younger woman rephrased her question back at her. No actually, she just asked to say words. For funsies. The actual question didn't matter.

She listened when Keaira spoke, not particularly impressed with this business about older brothers blah blah. That had very little bearing on her professional qualifications. She waved off the last part and asked, "A minor in communications and politics? What did you major in then?" As in, what were her legitimate qualifications, the on paper stuff that might make someone like Althea look at her twice? Because the rest? Was all talk. "I won't be asking you to fetch me things, unless you'd prefer for me to hire you as a gopher." She raised one eyebrow, wondering why this woman thought that playing fetch for 'strange' and 'bizarre' things in a discreet manner was something to brag about, or indeed something she felt the need to offer to Althea.

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Althea was listening but still not wholly impressed. AND suspicious of motives and the reason for all of this to begin with. Her apparent skills for getting people to accept her weren't exactly working like a charm on Althea.

She leaned forward and spoke quietly herself, so that only Keaira here would hear her words. "Well. I suppose if you autonomously," As in, on her own, with nothing to do with Althea whatsoever, "manage to find 'inconsistencies' amongst the candidates here today, of the variety that would eliminate them from the running, I'd possibly consider taking you on board in a minor role." Very minor. Manager? No.

She straightened up. "I require you to send your resume to my office by the end of the day, and I'll look over it at my leisure and get back to you." And that was as good of a concession as she would get from Althea Schirmer.

Keaira could do this. That was easy. Sending a resume to this woman who had about as much gut as a fire breathing dragon. And that was a good thing? Well, sure if you wanted to be scorched.

Keaira had hoped she would ask what she had majored in. It was silly though. "Well it was a double major in political management and marketing." Yeah that was one heck of a good career to go into. "I also did some seminars in event planning so I know how to work events from every angle even the side of the server." Yeah she was awesome like that.

"Of course I will send my resume to your offices right away" and mental note to write it out perfectly well. Since right now with all the schools and the different little jobs here and there - it was a hodgepodge of the good, the bad, and the ugly of politics.

She once was the girl who had to wipe spit off of someone's face. That she might as well leave off - because that was disgusting. She nodded, and quickly looking at the time she nodded. "Well I must say good luck to you Professor Schirmer - I must wish you well and say I hope you aren't one of the people who end up getting dunked." She smiled nicely. Even if her insides were screaming DUNK HER! DUNK HER!

What? She'd been put through the wringer and sure maybe the fire-lady needed to get cooled off a bit. But dunking led to wetness and - wetness lead to awful pictures were the candidates look like a drowned sewer rat. Yeah all stringy, gross, and covered in gunk. It reminded her a former rain-soaked candidate of years past.