Debate Transcrip, part 1 - opening statements
Ebon Ilnaren: "I see that Rhi is here....and somehow I doubt that Sister Cecilia will be making an appearance." Although there was a place at the end for the naughty nun.
Ebon Ilnaren: "If the candidates will take their seats, we can begin with opening statements."
Pharlen: Such serenity of smiling, she waved to Collie as well, a wiggle of fingers. Then she turned a sadface to Ebon. "Aw. I was looking forward to discussing her views on public facilities and transportation, too." Which one could translate into an abiding desire to experiment with explosive swirlies and the tried and true tying to railroad tracks. But of course, Pharlen would never stoop to such shenanigans.
Peter Radcliffe: "Oh," was Peter's intelligent reply. "Hullo, grown-up peoples!" he said, before looking around for his seat.
Pharlen: Taking her seat, yes yes. Smiling warmth.
Lyneth Granger: Hopefully there was someone there to help the children with their microphones. Possibly to stop them from sharing a chair, as well. Lyneth seemed very clear on the fact that she and Peter was co-running and therefore would only be half a Governor each if they got in. Which meant only taking one seat between the two of them, apparently.
Rhiannon Brock: Rhi had her notes in hand as she stood to head for the speakers' table. "You going to besitting up front, a chroi?"
Ebon Ilnaren: "Ladies, gentlemen, and others....thank you for coming tonight. I'd like to introduce our candidates....first, we have Lyneth Granger, who is running in a dual ticket with Peter Radcliffe."
Peter Radcliffe: As someone fastened Peter's microphone on, the "Ribbet" became that much more distinct. He flourished Lyneth with a bow, indicating she should take a seat first and nearly dropped something from his jacket pocket.
Ebon Ilnaren: There are chairs for each candidate, including separate ones for Lyneth and Peter, and the mikes are adjusted to their levels.
Lyneth Granger: Lynnie waved happily as her name was declared, thumping onto her half of their chosen chair. "Hullo!"
Peter Radcliffe: Peter's head popped up when he heard his name mentioned and he waved, echoing Lyneth's, "Hullo!" Despite there being two chairs, the children seemed to insist on sharing only one of them.
Peter Radcliffe: "I'm Peter, and she's Lyneth!" he said, just for good measure, indicating each with a jerk of a thumb.
Ebon Ilnaren: "Next we have Rhiannon Brock Túr Gairdín,
Rhiannon Brock: "Hello!" Rhi offered a wave.
Ebon Ilnaren: He gestured towards Rhi, giving her a moment to wave, "and finally Pharlen is here! As expected, Sister Cecilia will not be gracing us with her presence tonight."
Peter Radcliffe: "What does 'gracing us with her presence' mean?" Peter whispered to Lyneth.
Lyneth Granger: "The nasty nun got caught bein' really nasty," Lyneth whispered to Peter, every word picked up by her mic and shared with the room.
Pharlen: "Pharlen is here," she echoed with a lift of hand and waggle of fingers.
Lyneth Granger: "Means she won't be here."
Peter Radcliffe: "Oh, good!
Peter Radcliffe: "Cause Papa said we don't need no 'ligious fanatics."
Lyneth Granger: "Shhh, I'm tryin' to listen to Mr. Ebony."
Peter Radcliffe: Peter narrowed his eyes at Lyneth, but quieted. Too bad the frog in his pocket didn't. *Ribbet*
Ebon Ilnaren: "We'll start in order of increasing age, so Lyneth, you and Peter go first with opening statements, then Rhi, then Pharlen. Ten minutes max, try to be brief."
Lyneth Granger: Lyneth blinked at Collie's gentle admonishment, and slithered onto the seat beside the one she was currently sharing. "Yes, Mrs. Maggie's Gran." Told to present and opening statement, however, resulted in her scrambling to stand on her chair and pull Peter up onto his. "We want to make Rhy'Din fun again."
Peter Radcliffe: "I'm older, so you go first," Peter told Lyneth, practically hip bumping her from the chair. Luckily she slithered quicker than he bumped. Peter cleared his throat as he not only moved to his feet but climbed onto the chair so that he could be better seen as heard, as asked. "It's time for us kids to have a chance at bein' gov'nor and making Rhy'Din fun again! The grownups have had enough turns!"
Peter Radcliffe: "Is that all?" he asked Lyneth.
Lyneth Granger: Holding hands, the two children beamed at the room as Lyneth added, "We've had growed ups as guv'nors for lots of years, and all growed ups do is make decisions that are fun for growed ups. And growed up fun is boring. We're not boring, 'cos we're kids! And, and ....you should vote for us." She nodded, glancing at Peter. "I think it is. I forgot the cards Mummy writ for us."
Ebon Ilnaren: Chuckling, Ebon nodded and then pointed to Rhiannon. "Your turn, Rhi."
Peter Radcliffe: "Oh, I brought this!" Peter said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a rolled up sheet of paper with writing on it in crayon with a list most likely too long to read. "I'll read it later," he whispered to Lyneth as he plopped back down onto his seat.
Lyneth Granger: Sitting down cross-legged on her seat, Lyneth giggled at the sight of their list of deman-, uh, promises for office. It was longer than she was tall. But now it was Rhi's turn to speak.
Rhiannon Brock: She stood up, glanced at her notes then to those gathered. As Ebon said name is Rhiannon Brock Túr Gairdín. I'm a native born Rhydinian, whether that puts me in better touch with the needs of the citizens than anyone else, I really don't know. What I do know is we're all in it together when it comes to living here. I believe in taking care of the basics first and the rest tends to fall into place. Food, housing, education, health and jobs, those are the building blocks to better lives. I'd like help people have them without a major struggle and will do what I can to spearhead those things.
Rhiannon Brock: "That covers it. Keep it simple." She sat back down.
Peter Radcliffe: "Are we e'spoused to clap?" Peter whispered to Lyneth.
Rhiannon Brock: She winked back to her husband.
Lyneth Granger: "Nobody gave us the clap," Lynnie whispered back, shrugging.
Ebon Ilnaren: "Very good, Rhi." He blinked when he heard Lyneth trying to whisper past her microphone, then grinned and nodded to Pharlen. "You're up!"
Peter Radcliffe: "Then I won't give it to anyone else," Peter said, soberly.
Pharlen: "Pharlen VonTombs. I am quite old, and have been here a long while, but those things mean little more than I can amuse historians," she noted as she stood, her smile warm. "The people of Rhydin have always known how to live their lives even when there was governing, what I would propose and see through in a tenure would be making sure that our vast resources are distributed so that everyone can share in them. To see that there is a fertile ground for everyone to find success and protection alike."
Lyneth Granger: "Is fertile like what happens when you eat beans?" Lyneth whispered to Peter. Maybe someone should move that microphone away a little.
Pharlen: "And yes, simple is always best," she added, abstractedly smacking at her hip to shut her phone up.
Peter Radcliffe: Peter nodded. "Papa is always fertile when he eats brocc'li, too!"
Peter Radcliffe: They really weren't trying to be rude, but they were just kids, after all.
Rhiannon Brock: Rhi stifled a giggle at the kids' definition of fertile.