Nanashi was expecting a visitor. She had realized earlier that she might have met with a very fortunate circumstance, having met Greed earlier on the comms.

Now with her campaign clearly not gaining any ground and the knowledge that Greed had a rather similar goal to her own but a very different way of achieving his ends, she had realized a brilliant way that Greed's plan could work to her advantage.

Not to mention he had turned her down before for no good reason. No one denied her without good reason.

Unfortunately the homunculus had insisted that he was not making any promises. 

That did not mean she would not be upset if he did not show up. 

So she sat on her bed with her arms folded in front of her while she tapped her foot impatiently.

Mordin had been, as usual, doing his research. And now that research was being put into action. The ship had vast supplies of antibiotics and other medical supplies, but, practical as ever, Mordin had decided to act and move towards making sure that should the supply ever become impaired, he would be prepared. The salarian had tested plants from the Hydroponics Bay and made a few purchases whilst on shore leave; having cleared a patch of land near the river in the city he was now planting an herbal garden. Various plants with medicinal properties ranging from anti-biotic to nausea prevention were arranged in pots near-by as the doctor knelt on the dirt, trowel in hand.

Mordin went to work with an industrious will, humming quietly as he worked. Dig a hole, remove the plant from the pot, put plant in appropriate hole, mound up the loose earth and a sprinkle of water from watering can, continue. He'd have to get a fence up next to make sure people didn't trample all over the plants. For now though, there's nothing stopping anybody from walking right up the doctor and his hard work.

This particular section is surprisingly still in its base form despite the fact that Greed is standing there, looking around with a small frown.

"So how's this supposed to work again...?"

Something about him not actually having to do a lot... Eh, he'll figure it out.

He wasn't even sure what he wanted to do in here, honestly. He just hadn't gotten around to checking out this part of the ship, and as its future owner he needed to learn everything he could. There might even be things to acquire here. The possibilities were endless!

Right now it just looked like a blank room, though. What was the appeal here?

The time had finally come.

The Constitution had been ratified, and campaigns had been run, and now it was time for elections to finally take place on the ship.

The Obs Deck had been set up as an impromptu voting area, relying on simple paper ballots since no one could be sure that Stacy wouldn't try to interfere if they had used a digital medium. As many hand-made voting booths as could be made for the occasion stood in the Obs Deck, waiting for everyone to come and cast their votes.

Everyone milled about Obs, either waiting or making their way from having just done so. Regardless, the air in the room was somewhat tense as everyone waited until the final vote was cast and the ship's new leadership was chosen.

[ooc: This post is just for people to get together  and talk before/after voting. To actually cast your characters' votes, go here!]