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While within a year of attempted rallies, interest group and advocacy participation, and negotiations on part of the student council's efforts, the State University of Scarborough had left a lot to be desired in terms of some conditions due to massacres here and there, and of which though was an initial opportunistic grasp of a redhead in a perchance with our ever familiar dear RED. But for now, fall had come and so is the nearing end of the term for the select of the council of Ministers in the Scarborough government. That does not necessarily ease the burden laid on the student leaders. But really, when do people opt to get a break anyway? Moonlighting aside, let us look at the macros and have a catch-up with the people caught in a gold rush for stability's ease.
Bonnibel, in all of her grace, had decided to take the leisure of staying more by Marceline's place. The chaise in the living room finding the lovers either drawn in a tangle of arms. An occasional kiss, a few "no, stop it, we have to work," (from Marcy, surprisingly), and a lot of giggles while trying to take the time to manage things out of the impasse. The next agenda for the day bearing to sliding past the autumn weather and highlighting how Bonnie's hair preys prettily on the fallen leaves. And things had changed, Marceline knew that much. And she knew things would keep changing. Even if things had a way of staying the same, just as much.
"Bonnie," she prodded out of initial tentative mindfulness. "Do you think it'll ever be over? Your whole thing against the Lich Minister? Even... after he gets out of the parliament, then what?"
Sudden stiffening of the redhead in her arms came to, and not unnoticeably. "The business can go down to my grave, for all I really care..." Her mutterings in some incomprehensible language made it clear she did care. "I guess at some point it is personal but more than that, Lich is by no means fit to lead at all."
"His term is coming to an end," Marceline pointed out. "The best we could do was remediate the damage that his administration has done. That must have made every difference as well, right?"
Bonnie looked up at Marceline, hair falling some ways into place but not quite making better sense of the word. It looked like dominoes coming into place so nicely. It looked angelic. She looked to be angelic, even though she seemed to mourn some undone and impending failure that she felt was her fault. And it made her ache.
"We'll make the change," Marceline promised. "So just chill out, we're planning a schoolwide registration for votation."
"Noted," Bonnibel piped up, chippering with a little laugh.
And that was their little autumn chaise, an interlude amongst the madness. We're all trying, here. And I hope you're all out and fine there too.