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Considering the event at hand, one might have expected the location of the State Funeral to be extraordinarily somber. As guests funneled into the location, they would come to find quite the opposite. The floor, furniture, and decorations were lavishly lit and decorated. Exotic foods, drinks, and seating peppered the location, offering almost every senator a little slice of home in whatever area they chose to sit. Something akin to "club" music played quietly in the background, the music kept low in respect for more dignified attendees. Zeltron servers danced in between the decorations to take orders and deliver them, their revealing outfits giving attendants much more to look at besides the large black coffin sitting near one end of the room.
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Charon sat on the edge of a bathroom sink located in one of the establishments many public bathrooms. A lit cigarra hung loosely from her lips, and a small bottle of alcohol was kept clasped in between the woman's knees. She would fall to the temptations of spice before this night was over, if she didn't pull her act together. However, despite the sorry state of her hair and dress, the woman couldn't help but smile as one of her attendants meekly poked his head into the room. "Uh Ma'am, you will be wanted at the event soon." He was a Zeltron, so his worried gaze was likely directed more toward her disheveled appearance than the other vices she was partaking in.
"I will be out in a moment." Charon offered a small wave before she moved to stand, accidentally dropping the bottle from her knees. Glass flew up in multiple directions as the nearly full bottle collided with the floor. "Ah, and send up a custodian after I leave," mumbled the woman as she turned to face herself in the mirror. For one of the very few times in her life she was wearing clack, and a longer black dress at that. Her usual spaghetti straps were replaced by thicker sequenced bands, and her long red hair was tied loosely into a messy bun behind her head. If anything she looked like she had been crying for the past two hours. That was probably a good thing, in a way, considering the indifference her face had carried for the better part of the day.
As she entered the main room dedicated to the funeral, her eyes instantly locked on to the flowers surrounding her husbands coffin. They were all locally grown on Zeltros, though many were not native flora. Zeltros had been a luxury world for many years, and sometimes it was hard to remember which things belonged to Zeltron culture, and which belonged to the highly popularized vacation destination their planet had become. With those idle thoughts floating about her head, the woman made her way toward the far end of the room. Many eyes were likely on her, including the standard hover cameras buzzing in the air. This event, just like everything in her life since she became the Chancellor, would be televised.
"Esteemed Senators, Guests, Family." The last part was said a bit more softly, and awkwardly, considering the only family present were her parents and sister. Zeke's had lost contact with him long ago. She would have bothered to send them an invitation, but they were likely too far gone stewing in their own dementia to even notice his absence. Her son, of course, was markedly absent. "It is no secret that Zeke died tragically." Charon's red gaze briefly drifted back toward the closed coffin. Zeke's remains had been burnt, melted, and blown to pieces. He had barely been recognizable after the crash, and several weeks had left the body in a state of decay that she would rather not think about. "He was a good man. Kind and ambitious, pushing me to my limit when I thought I had already reached it. He gave more than I could ever imagine, and I would like to think I gave him love, and something to love." The subtle, uncomfortable reference to her son was hopefully lost on the majority of her guests.
"I have come here tonight to honor the life of my husband, but also to clear the air. My life has been spent in service to the Republic, and to my people. However, the recent events that have transpired have... kept my focus to stratified to properly serve both. For that reason I have decided to relinquish my term as standing Chancellor of the Republic." The rather quiet atmosphere of the room quickly divulged into a tumult of gasps, chatter, and camera shutters. "I would like to believe I have served my people, and senate, with both efficiency and dignity. These trying times call for a strong voice in the Senate Chamber, and it is time that I find my voice once more." Several shouts of approval from the Zeltron wait staff and guests followed summarily. "Now let's celebrate my Husband's life and be done with this sad day." Those shouts turned into cheers as the first course of the night was served, the gentle music in the background slowly picking up.
Charon quietly stepped back from her podium, visibly less rigid than she had been for the past year. A small smirk spread across her face as she quickly made her way over toward her own table. Several of her closer friends in the senate, as well as her family, sat around it, though the ex-Chancellor was completely ready to take on the questions and people that would drift her way from across the room. She was not the Chancellor any longer, but she had been the first Zeltron, and that was enough for her and her people.
Edit: *Disclaimer- If your character is partying on Zeltros at the time, happens to be around, or invited (Senate), feel free to hop on in and enjoy a good death-day. Death and Violence don't really seem warranted, or in the spirit of what this thread is trying to accomplish, but I won't disable anything that can make a good story. Please do keep in mind that this is a semi-private affair (though party crashing is a favorite Zeltron past time).
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