Sen. McDowell

Sloan McDowell || Senator of Kelowna || RP ACCOUNT 

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lorixsridhar‌:

“But doesn’t that sort of take away some of the magic from it? Like… you’re supposed to start decorating close to Christmas for a reason, to me it almost feels as if half of the magic has already passed by the time the holiday itself starts.” And oh yes if she wasn’t familiar with people rushing places to get the Christmas shopping done for, especially last minute. Although she didn’t participate personally, she obviously had friends who did and the stress seemed to shallow the mere joy the holiday was supposed to bring. It was all about saving money and having lavish meals done on time. 

“Holidays shouldn’t be making you anxious, right? Geez. I don’t mind all the glitter and stuff, though, it can be really cute once done right. Makes the season less dull.” And that, she needed. Winter was a horrible season for someone like herself, the darkness quickly to pull down and heavy her mood. No, she was already counting the weeks until spring came back around.

“No! Not at all. Not to me at least. I love holidays and to me, the joy and Christmas cheer can start any time and last for as long as I like.” Sloan laughed lightly and shrugged. “I don’t know. I had a big family. Grew up always going all out for every holiday I guess. So I'm used to it. Kind of don’t know it any other way.” 

“Correct, correct. Which is precisely why I'm trying to get as much done now as I can.” Sloan narrowed her eyes at the woman, “Oh! I remember you.” Sloan perked up, suddenly the slightly hazy night rushing back to her memory. “Hmm...we met briefly at the Halloween party. I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” She paused waiting for the response before waving down to the other woman's many bags. “Doing some uh...light shopping of yourself I see.” She joked. 

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lorixsridhar‌:

“Stores really know how to squeeze the joy of Christmas out of your veins through sheer pressure and stress, don’t they?” Lori was mainly speaking loudly to herself at this point, her eyebrows knitted together in exhausted concern. She had landed herself outside one of the stores inside Orchard Park mall to rest, two already full bags by her feet. “I swear, most already have everything done and ready to go a month before it’s supposed to take off. That can’t be fun.”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with getting things done early. I like not having to rush around at the last minute, especially when that’s the worst time. Stores filled with people that have decided to procrastinate, not really being able to find the gift or decoration you’re looking for. Honestly, it makes me anxious just thinking about it.” Sloan shivers, shaking her head at the dreadful thought. 

While winter wasn’t her most favorite time of the year she did greatly enjoy the holiday seasons and often times overindulged herself in all the shopping she could get into, whether that be for decorating or gift-giving purposes. Sloan was currently on a hunt around the mall for the most extravagant decorations she could find to put around the City Hall and more specifically her office there.

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aameliaroth‌:

Amelia didn’t mind Halloween, as she walked around the party, she took in her surroundings, it was decorated surprisingly well, the orange contrasted well with the black and the fake cobwebs gave it that extra touch of creepiness. Even the food, which she had a hand in preparing, fit the theme, so no, she didn’t mind Halloween, it was just the costumes and unnecessary theatrics that put her off the holiday. A sigh left her as she walked past two arguing ghosts, thankfully the line at the punch bowl was short, she was not drunk enough for this. Amelia paused mid-pour as a question reached her ears followed by a giggle, why couldn’t it be Christmas already she thought as she turned to face the asker. “An adult,” she deadpanned. Looking them up and down, the costume seemed vaguely familiar, but Amelia couldn’t pin-point what, or who it was, “I could ask you the same question,” she said, curiosity getting the better of her.

Sloan knitted her eyebrows. Her eyes narrowing on the other's face as her tipsy brain tried to figure out whether the woman was joking or not. After some seconds though she realized the woman was actually quite serious. “Hmm now that is scary.” She chuckled to herself.  

Sloan clicked her tongue loudly and feigning being hurt by the other woman's words. “Um hello! I’m Velma Dinkley...from Scooby-Doo! Only the best show ever.” She laughed again, fanning out her skirt a bit. “Anyway, I’m Sloan. And I need to know what made you pick such a boring costume.”  

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peacefulxanarchy‌:

Silas grins at the question, waving the skirt of their dress playfully. “Oh, you don’t recognize me? I’m none other than Morticia Addams. And you are…” they pause, wracking their brain for a name to put tom the animated face they see in their mind’s eye. 

Orange sweater, constantly losing her glasses, come on, I know this.

“Velma! Right? I think?” Silas smiles ruefully, a bit embarrassed by their seemingly unreliable memory. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen the show and they don’t really air often where I’m from, but Scooby–Doo is iconic no matter the country.”

Their eyes roam the stranger’s face and something about her feels so familiar. “If you don’t mind my asking, have we met? I feel like I’ve seen you before, and not just on Saturday morning television.”

Sloan’s mind clears for a few seconds as the costume registers in her mind. God how could she forget? She chuckled softly as she nodded, maybe the alcohol was stronger than she thought or maybe the outfit just looked weird on the slightly rigid form in front of her. But the other person pulled the look off even a bit awkwardly. Impressed with the fact that they had even went as far as adding heels to their outfit. “Ding! Ding!” She spoke a bit too loudly. “You would be correct. Its hands down one of the best cartoons EVER”. She said in a tone that meant; duh. “I just couldn’t resist.”

The blonde shrugged, she wasn’t really up for talking work tonight but she figured eventually she would get recognized by someone or someone would ask questions. “Yeah, uh, I’m a Senator at City Hall. Senator Mcdowell. But please, please tonight I’m just Sloan. And who might you be?” She quirked a brow, continuing the light mood. 

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Sloan adjusted the glasses of her Velma Dinkley costume. Despite her age, Sloan was actually really into cartoons still. Scooby-Doo being her absolute favorite one in the world. Yeah, it was a very childish thing which was exactly why only her closest of friends knew about her but she didn’t care tonight. The pre-gaming drinking she did before the party having to do with some of it. She kept it light though (albeit a bit of a lovely buzz was humming in her head), making sure that she was sober enough that she wouldn’t cause a scene just in case any of her co-workers or reporters were there just waiting to get a jump on the next Headline. She sighed, taking a sip of the semi-crappy punch the party offered, it'll do for now she thought. Sloan swayed her hips lightly at the song playing, trying to get into the mood, hoping the night would pick up a bit. 

As the person approached her, she couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past her lips, “What on earth are you supposed to be?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink to sort of hide her laugh.