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Lucy has tried every conventional event to enhance the humanitarian and social spirit inside of Laplace, which in consequence makes her resort to the most unconventional ones more often than not, but this week’s was by far the weirdest one yet.
Her argument for hosting the ‘Who Is Laplace’s Most Beautiful Member’ poll was that it could incentive to more social interactions, it can be a topic both humans and arcanists can agree on, and it would help her gather more data about what people want to see, thus helping her on future changes of her face plate if ever needed.
It was ridiculous but hilarious, and also obligatory, so there’s not much to do about it anyway. They just had to gather around, vote, and the results would appear anonymously. Not much time lost.
Lucy was right, it did spark more interactions on the otherwise highly asocial and overworked Laplace members, mostly on which of the two obvious options was going to win.
“Hissabeth’s going to win this” was said from one side, “Madam Lucy is definitely the prettiest, though!” was said from the other.
Respected scientists started arguing about this childish topic, aside from the very human in place, Adler Hoffman.
He was standing in the corner most distanced from others, everyone thought he had just disagreed with the event more than anyone and decided to not participate at all, as that seemed accurate for him.
When the results came in, it was shown the two options being discussed were in fact the winners, the only people voted, even. Lucy got first place with half of the votes and Hissabeth got second with almost the other half, with only one vote left..
And it went to neither of them, but the person who no one expected to have a single vote.
“…. Who the FUCK voted for ULRICH????” Medicine Pocket yelled in confusion, which was followed by other members, everyone in rightful shock. It must be a joke, no one was mad enough to find that man, out of any other researcher, beautiful. Right?
Adler remained in his corner, a futile, ironically emotionless smile placed on his face. He did not expect his own vote to reach the top three.
He prayed and hoped for no one to notice him, specially not Ulrich, as he left.