Mayor Rod's life is a living nightmare

[keyofimagination]

Who: Rod, Bill, and you!
What: Start of the Election Event!
Where: The Transport Center
When: The morning on 4/22
Warnings: Robotic Body horror



[It was a normal morning in Progress City, and Rod is as overworked as ever. He gets off the monorail from Magic Kingdom, barely looking up from the papers he is currently reading over. It seems like all the stress of the city and the addition stress of people randomly getting stuck in the portal is getting to him. If robots could look exhausted, Rod would be a textbook example of that right now.

But that’s almost a daily sight at this point, and something most people wouldn’t find unusual at all at this point. What is unusual is when he suddenly grabs his chest and lets out a muffled cry of pain. He takes a few more steps to try to get to his office, but stops himself as he braces himself on the wall.

You can try to see if anything’s wrong with him, but he will brush it off with an “I’m fine, I just need a moment”.

However, it becomes abundantly clear that certainly not fine when he suddenly collapses to the ground, papers flying everywhere as he does so. While this seems like a normal collapse at first but if someone looks close at him, his limbs seem strangely disjointed under his clothes.

His limbs are falling off of his body.]

Comments

[hallotween]

A scientist with suspicious intentions!

[billbillbill]

My only intentions are having Mr. Twilight Zone back up to working capacity, though, it might take quite a while.

[andbegone]

Define 'a while'.

[how much shit can he upend while the mayor is gone]

[billbillbill]

A day or two.

[...a thought hits him.]

Of course, I'm not sure if he'll be able to continue his duties as mayor in the meantime. Or after.

[keyofimagination]

[-! That's enough for Rod to attempt to get up.]


Wh͜at͜ ̴do ̕y̵ou͜ ͢m̵ea͏n "af͟t͝e͞r"̸?̕

[billbillbill]

Did we ever elect you?

[keyofimagination]

Wal̢t as͢s͘i̕g̀n͘ed̡ me ̨th̛ís ͢job, ̢B͞i̸ll̶. ̡ I̶ ͠t̷o̧l͏d͝ you͢ th͘a̢t alr҉èądy̡.͝

[andbegone]

Then you're a monarch, not a mayor. [he's living for this #Drama] If you're going to rule without anyone voting for you then at least use the right title.

[seasonthree]

The cook is right you know!

[keyofimagination]

[He flinches slightly.]

I̡'m n̨ot ͘a ͢mona͏rch. ̸ I͞ ҉wou͠l͟d̛ never ͏dr̡ea̡m ͢of h̶avi͠ng a r̴u͏ļe ͝li̧k͢e ̕t̨h͝a̧t̷.

[seasonthree]

Why not? You get to ruin lives and demand people give you everything they own!

[keyofimagination]

Th͞at͜'̵s ͟cru͜eļ! ̀ Th̨e̴ ͡idea of́ us̸in̢g̶ ̴my p͠owe̛r to h͟u̡rt҉ ̛ot̛hers҉ is sicke̸ni͡ng͞ j̷ưs͞ţ ̕thi͜nḱi͞ng̴ a͟b͏o͡ut ͞it̷.͘

[billbillbill]

You wouldn't want to be considered an despot, would you? Walt may have handled you control of this realm, but that doesn't necessarily make you mayor by default.

Let the people decide. The circumstances have changed.

[keyofimagination]

[He is silent for a long time, between hearing the citizen's protests and Bill.]

I d͝o̸n't̢ ̧supp͞os̶e ̧y̡oư ͝ju̴şt w͏an͢t͡ ͢tơ d̵écla͟re ́y̴our͡se͏lf ̢as͟ th̢e͢ ̀ne̵w̴ ma҉yor͘ įf ̨w̢e̕ hol̴d̕ ̧a vot̷e̵?

[avalion]

[...]

[seasonthree]

[wink wink]

[avalion]

[...!]

[andbegone]

You know, you can claim that all you want, but I don't see you letting us vote you out of office. I'm just saying.

[keyofimagination]

[He's quiet for awhile.]

I'm҉...͡ ͜n̡ot ͠s͞u҉r͜e you͟ ̷g̶uy͜s c̴ount̷ ̨ąs ̢c͝i͠tiz̸ens͏ a̷ņyẃa͞y.

[Do trapped tourists count as citizens??]

[billbillbill]

You're telling them they don't count. A bad start to a political career.

[keyofimagination]

Th͏e͠y co͘unt!̧ ͞T̶h͞ey ͜ju̸s̡t̛...

[He trails off, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth any more than he already has.]

[andbegone]

[he throws his arms up dramatically.]

First we don't get to vote for mayor, then we don't even get to count as citizens. Is there no justice in this place?

[hallotween]

NO JUSTICE NO PEACE

[hallotween]

How long is "quite a while?" [bc if he's not working she's sure as fuck not working]

[billbillbill]

I'm a genius. It'll be a short amount of time.