#also lorelei

[whamcitycomedy]

oh wham city is matching donations for blm up to $2,000 tonight!

[literary-luxxury]

For me best friend, a Kiaria election thing.

“Hello, fellow humans,” Sinclair’s tone is joyful, proper for a man who’s just won an election based on write-in votes. “I am honored to be here today as a result of you, my fellow humans’, votes for me.” He grips the sides of the podium, leaning forward as he continues speaking.

“Seriously?” Marshall stage-whispers at Lorelei, both of them safely concealed by the curtains at the side of the stage. Lorelei sighs, shaking her head and crossing her arms. “You’re seriously telling me you can’t fix this?” Marshall presses, stepping closer to the mayor.

“I can’t fix an election,” Lorelei hisses back this time, glaring at Marshall.

“Oh, really now?” Marshall’s tone is contempt. “I’m pretty sure those last 10,000 votes for me the last time I was “fairly elected” didn’t really come from the lower levels.” He snaps. Lorelei rolls her eyes.

“I can’t rig something like this. The people wrote in another name!” She responds, shaking her head. Marshall knows she’s likely only pretending to seem sympathetic to his plight. He sighs, running a hand over his face.

“Mayor Carmine, we both know that ‘resident alien’ refers to me. I have the Internet memes dating back from as long as six months ago to prove it! And he keeps referencing his ‘fellow humans’. Do you really want an actual alien as your vice-mayor?” Marshall makes one last plea. Lorelei looks him over, thoughtfully this time.

“Fine. I’ll fix this.” Lorelei nods. Marshall sighs in relief, holding a hand out to the mayor thankfully. “You’ll share the position.” She continues. The expected ‘thank you’ dies on Marshall’s tongue as he gives the mayor a horrified look.

“What?” He stares at her, wide-eyed. On stage, Sinclair’s speech finishes and Lorelei’s aids rush to get her to her position, handing her the pages of her own speech. She glances back at Marshall, smiling.

“The vote counts haven’t been released yet. We’ll say you tied,” she laughs lightly before stepping out onto the stage. Marshall runs a hand over his face again, tiredly.

“Hello, my fellow human. I do love breathing oxygen and having skin.” Sinclair greets him moments later, smiling. Marshall glares at him and does not dignify him with a response.