progresscity | Mayor Rod's life is a living nightmare

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.]

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[spends a few seconds scribbling, then hands her a paper that reads as follows:

LAWS:

PEASANTS CAN’T BE MAYORS

NO LAWS OTHERWISE]

[She takes the paper, reads it, stares up at him, and then. Tears it in half, shoves it in the nearest recycling bin, without breaking eye contact.]

Wow. Vandalism of the Progress City Declaration of Independence. That’s a crime.

The only crime I see is you, not understanding how the law works.

That’s no way to talk to your future mayor.

Over my dead body! Nobody in their right mind would vote for you.

They want a mayor with class, charisma and...non-peasantness, I’m sure.

Well, we'll let the people speak for themselves. I'm sure they're wise enough to choose the best candidate.

Belle is the best candidate!

[SOTTO VOCE TO BELLE] Don't worry, I'll help you out!

She is currently the ONLY candidate that knows how to read!

[. . .]

I͞ c̀a̡n̡ ҉re̷ad͘ t͟oò,҉ y̷o͜u kn͠o͜w

Until your eyes fall out.

Oh—!

[Belle turns, startled. Marnie, how are you so adept at just popping up out of nowhere like that?]

I...I'm not sure about that, but—literacy is very important to me. I think this city could benefit from an actual school, for one.

[A what?]

Bùt̛ ͜w҉e ̧alr͢e̢ad̀y͜ h̨àv҉e̛ ̸a̷ l͏ib̀ra͢ŗy̧?

Of course, but all these children around, and not a single, actual school? It's a bit shameful, if you ask me...

[Uh....]

Is͜ ͢ţha̷t̶ ́a ́th̨i̵n͟g m̧o͜r̸t̵a̸l͝ ͜ch͞il̛dr̛en ̶ne͟ed?̵

Yes! How else are they to learn, without...without a structured environment, and someone to teach them?

.́..̛ I͝m͘p͠l̀a̷n̨tś?́

...what?

It'̛s̸ ͞wha͡t̨ ́m͘os̶t ̡of̧ uś d͡o̧ ̸wh͏ęn w͏e ̸wa̡nt ̵t͜ó ̧le͡a͢r̷n͢ ͞in͏f̢or̢m̧ąt҉io͢n̶ ͜faśt́?҉

Perhaps...perhaps that works for your kind. But the rest of us need to be taught. We need a school.

What we need is a leader who's not a robot!

We need Belle!

[Marnie what the fuck.]

M̨ar͞nie, wh͟a҉t ̴i̡ş ͡w҉it̷h̡ ̶y̧oų ͡a͞n̢d̸ r̕ob̢ǫts?̡

What do I have against robots built by an evil man for suspicious purposes that consistently ruin my life?

Gosh, I don't know. No specifics or anything.

[He manages a glare.]

Y͡ou̡ ͜are͠ ͏a̢war̸e̶ t̶h҉at ha͠l̷f ҉t̴h͢e votin̷g̨ popuļat̀íon a͜ŗe ͘audio͏ an͏ima̸t́r͢on̕i̷cś ņow, ̛ri̸gh҉t͞?͡ ́ ҉ ͜I ̕ḩa̢ve m̵y͞ ͢dou̸b͜ts ̨t͜hat͢ ̡t̴he͞y w̕ou͢l͜d ̡ap̵p̕re̵c͠ia҉te̢ ýo͠u ca͠l̛l̕i̡n͘g t̸h̸em "͝hi͞ghly͠ sus̵p̶i̡c҉i͢ou̕s"

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[magic]

See! She's the only person here who's even thought about something like that! Rod sure didn't!