<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/00/Cole_turner.jpg/200px-Cole_turner.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>'The Mayor'<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Really Nice Suit, After a Shower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rose, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The Mayor inwardly remarks how the Midwife appeared to be running a little late. That's alright, he could work with this. The Mayor adjusts his tie as people start entering the auditorium, if the Midwife decides to make her grand entrance it will happen. That woman was one of the best after all, some - eccentricity - could be forgiven.<br/><br/>Rose comes to him then with some speech notes, and while he already has his own he accepts them gladly. Rose was excellent at her job here, maybe she missed something he didn't. He was good with the numbers but she could work outright voodoo with them. He smiles as she gives her little notice too, and it's not the fake smile of a trained diplomat either. This was a geneiune smile of a man appreciating a woman.<br/><br/>"<strong>That, is something that would be great to talk about over some dinner.</strong>" He grinned. He knew her medical records and what the tests on what her last pregnancy said. Yes, that did sound fantastic to talk about.<br/><br/>And as people trickled in, he smiles - pointing off to a side toward a small table with a coffee machine and some bagels. It's almost trite, but we are talking about government work.<br/><br/>"<strong>Good Morning! Some people on both sides of this discussion are running a little late so help yourselves to some coffee while we give them a few minutes. We're in no real rush at this point, we're officially at a small town's pace.</strong>"