Open Naboo Fanaticism

[Pootalina]

Pootalina is approaching...​

"Okay, okay! Everyone quiet down! Let's get started."

The conference room hushed. The dull sound of air conditioning in the old vents of the room rustled in the back of her ears, but the white noise silence wouldn't last long before the wermal opened her mouth hole once again. "Alright, so, we have a multitude of things on the agenda for to-day! But, of course, let us start with a moment of silence and appreciation for the man who has inspired us all to gather here today. Our Beloved, Dearest, Emyrc Thorne!"

Pootalina squeezed a finger down on her little clicker rod and an image of Emyrc Thorne was projected onto the white screen behind her.

Giggles and sighs sounded across the room as men and women alike gazed upon the president's washboard abs and handsome face. Pootalina kept everyone in silence for about fifteen seconds before clicking back onto a blank slide and turning to address the board in front of her. "EEEEEEE! Isn't he just so dreamy?" She took a quick sip of her Emyrc EnergyTM​ energy drink, then cleared her throat.

"Alright. So today we have multiple things to go over!" Her voice was hoarse, yet high-pitched and squealing like her toots. "We're going to discuss the launch of a new merch line, in addition to our plans to lobby the ISC for a national Emyrc Thorne day! I will now hand things over to Junia to discuss the merch drop."

Pootalina gestured to the girl, the club's vice president, and sat down. A squeal erupted from her behind as she plopped down on her chair, but there was no whoopie cushion to be seen underneath. A foul stench began to waft from the wermal's direction - and no, it wasn't her mayo-mashmellow-mustard breath.

tag: @Tom

Spoiler: OOC

This thread is open to anyone interested in sitting on the I <3 You, Emyrc Thorne! committee board. Multiple positions like secretary and treasurer are open :)

 

[Junia Tannaras]

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Making her way to Naboo had been a challenge, but an exciting one. When the club meetup had been announced it was all that Junia could think about. What would she wear? Would the president be there? Oh deus, would the president be there?! Even the prospect of meeting the man who she'd come to worship and adore was enough to drive away any concerns about the practical or logistical implications of a trip on such short notice. Luckily, she had an alibi.

"DADDY!" She'd shrieked, busting through the doors. The Lord Andronikas had been sipping on some wine, chattering with some morbidly obese, well dressed middle aged man across the table from him. She hardly noticed as her father muttered, "Sol, give me strength," as she began tugging on his sleeve.

"Junia, I gave specific instructions that I was not to be disturbed in my meeting with the lord Curovao." He declared, an exasperated expression painted across his face. "A thousand apologies my lord, b-" The servant, who had been trailing behind the girl, began, but a single glare shut the woman up, knowing that if she spoke further she and anyone she shared a great grandfather with would be out of a job working for anyone of worth for the next ten years.

"But daddy, it's important! I wanna go with Livia to Naboo!"

"For the last time, you cannot marry th- I'm sorry, what?" The man asked, blinking in confusion.

"I wanna go with her on her, uh... junior legis-" She began, fumbling with the words. "The junior legislative exchange program?" He finished. "Y-yeah, that's it! Pleeeeeease? I really wanna... uh, learn about politics, I guess." she said. It was such a transparent and obvious lie, but her father didn't care enough to scrutinize her. "I... how long will it be?"

"Two weeks, that's all!" She chirped. He considered for a moment, but two weeks without dealing with his children wasn't something he was going to pass up. "Very well. Woman, help her with her bags and get her ready to leave by tomorrow. Pack yours, to." He commanded. The servant blinked once or twice, asking, "Am I to accompany the young mistress on her journey?"

"No."

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As Pootalina finished her statement, Junia quietly rose from her chair, making her way up to the podium. Her traditionally red hair had been died with streaks of sky blule, matching the color of her eyes. It wasn't done particularly well, and her makeup was shoddy to say the least, barely concealing the acne and the deep, saggy bags beneath the girl's eyes. She wore a smile on her expression, toothy and a bit forced. People of all kinds sat in the audience, wearing plain clothes or merchandise of some kind. She, for her part, was wearing a very large, unlicensed hoodie with the President's face plastered on it.

Finally, she spoke, a shrill "Hi everyo-" almost making it's way out of her mouth before it hit her nostrils. Pootalina hadn't been sitting very far away, and her stench carried quickly. Her eyes widened as she grasped at her throat, looking as if she were about to barf for a moment. The audience murmured for a moment as she began to wretch, but the girl managed to keep herself composed. She had teared up a little from the smell, but she casually wiped away the tears on her sleeve, her eyeliner smearing as she did so.

"Sorry about that," she muttered, but with how close she'd been to the microphone, the entire room was left to ring with feedback. "Okay, so, our new merch line is something we've been working on for a really long time," She explained, a bit further away from the microphone. ""We've uh... our graphic design team has done a great job!" She went on, gesturing to a couple people in the front row, a barely audible applause being heard as she described it. Looking down at the podium, she spotted the click rod, grabbing it, before immediately setting it down again as her hand was covered in sticky mucous.

The girl remained still for a few seconds, before she slipped her other hand into her sleeve and grabbed the rod through there, quickly clicking to the next slide. "We have a line of posters in sizes ranging from 30cm x 45 cm to 91cm x 122cm," she muttered, the slide going through several tacky animation transitions as various poster designs came up. Art of the president riding on a beast creature without his shirt on, another running along the beach with only a speedo, and another with him smoking one of his cigarra's, wearing suit pants and an unbuttoned suit shirt. The audience promptly began to sigh, squeal and holler as the art was displayed.

The girl began to smile again, the audience's positive reactions restoring her confidence and allowing her to put aside the disgust that came from holding the rod. "We also have a line of promotional mugs, pens, commlink cases, promotional hats, t shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, bandaids, furniture all coming to the market, and we hope that in the coming months we can begin development on an interactive dating simulator!" She exclaimed, which brought the crowd into a standing ovation. The last bit was entirely a fabrication on her part-- it had been something she'd been pestering various prominent developers on for months, after not receiving a single message back, but she was willing to spend as much of her daddy's money as was necessary to allow for the club's collective fantasies to be made a reality.

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