Probatur, ut to order, futurus veritas

[governorkang]

Le Prefecture De Police was an impressive building, but that wasn't the reason it had been chosen by the members of the civilian council; it had been chosen because none of the Councilmen (and women) had any ties to it, making it neutral ground. There was also the potential for everyone to have an office with a desk in the same general vicinity if they so chose, making communication easier.

One of the larger rooms had been cleared of most of the furniture, except for chairs and a few tables. It had been left up to each individual where they wanted to sit, and how, since they were all currently equals.

The Council had a lot to discuss. They had yet to choose a chairperson, and three major issues had popped up in a relatively short amount of time: Mei-Xing's clone, Schmuz and Iniss the yeerks, and whether there should be mandatory physicals and/or psychiatric evaluations for the crew.

They were also going to have a few guests presenting information, but at the moment, people were still arriving.

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Wanda started. "Mr. Luthor? What are you doing here?"

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Geoffrey Chaucer was never late to the party, or at very least was rarely late. Quite often he was the one announcing it, after all. This time, however, he'd taken his time getting to the meeting, dawdling in an effort to get used to the pure Frenchness of the building they'd chosen and let everyone else settle in.

The other council members' reasons be damned; he'd voted for this location precisely for its drama.

So a bit of Mr. Luthor's drama might have been stolen as he sauntered in with a "M'lords, m'ladies," and agilely slid into a chair, feet immediately propping atop the table.

If he had an apple, he'd be crunching on it.