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Interstellar Relations, Monday, 5th Period

Laura stood at the front of the class room, clad today in one of her suits. To her right, a large cream-and-gray ball of fur on one shoulder, stood Professor Harrington. They were speaking quietly among themselves as the students filed in from earlier classes and lunch. On the desk behind them, envelopes awaited each student. Inside, they would find their party assignments and any other motivating issues they should know, whether it be new information or reiteration of the notes from the previous class.

The desks in the room had been divided into two, labelled groups. On one side, desks were labelled "Centrist," "Loyalist," and "Progressives"; on the opposite side, desks were labelled "Liberals," "New Men," and "Conservative Association." At the center were two desks, these labelled "Her Majesty" and "Prime Minister" respectively.

Excusing herself from her conversation with Professor Harringon, Laura attempted to call the class to order. "If everyone would please take their seats according to their party assignment, we'll get started."

She paused for a few seconds, allowing any stragglers to take their seats and prepare for the class. Once everyone seemed to have settled in, she spoke again. "Today, we have a guest with us -- Professor Harrington -- who, thankfully, is actually a member of the House of Lords on Manticore, as well as a Steadholder in the Manticore-allied world, Grayson. She'll be our subject matter expert today, fielding questions and attempting to play the part of her second home, Grayson, in our deliberations today.

"Your dilemma is this: There is currently a war going on -- one that has drawn out for the better part of twenty years. The People's Republic of Haven -- recently renamed the Republic of Haven -- is under new management and is seeking a ceasefire in the war. The Liberal Party, dominant for the first time in years, is using this as an opportunity to further cut back on military spending and withdraw somewhat from interstellar politics.

"Consider yourselves in the House of Lords. If consultation with the Commons is needed, please see Professor Harrington or myself." She looked over the students. "Any questions?" She took the time to answer any direct questions to start things off. "Well, if that's all, have at; we'll go until the bell rings."

[Please wait for the OCD threads. Honor and Laura ~~will be available after about 5:30 EST~~ are finally available for pings (frakking headaches). Be sure to annoy one another, and if you have any problems or questions that can't be handled in game, drop me an e-mail: laura dot roslin at gmail dot com.]

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Sign-in and make sure to pick up your envelope.

Cally signed in and grabbed her packet.

[ooc: And will be super darn quiet as I'm only managing to sneak some LJ time thanks to lunch break. Silly unexpected training.]

Teddy signed in and grabbed his packet.

Ray signed in and grabbed his packet.

Luke signed in and made a face when he read the information in his packet.

Schrodinger signed in, grabbed his packet, and raised his eyebrows as he read it. He appeared to be amused.

Peter grinned as he read his assignment.

Isabel signed in and then snickered as she read her assignment.

Anders signed in, read over his assignment, and raised an eyebrow.

Parker smirked as she read her assignment.

Naomi signed in and quietly read her assignment.

Carmela signs in and reads her assignment.

Rory signed in, and raised an eyebrow at her assignment.

Elizabeth signed in, and nodded thoughtfully as she read through her assignment.

Nimitz watched Schrodinger sign in, eyes carefully following the cat-person until Honor reached up and caught his attention. He signed something to her, then crawled down. She absently fed him a stalk of celery from a pile on the desk, continuing to talk to Roslin.

No points if you draw blood.

Luke nodded his head towards Isabel as he took a seat next to Peter. "Whatever Her ~~Worshipfulness~~ Majesty believes to be the correct step, that we'll support."

Isabel nodded regally. "Your support is appreciated as always."

"Would you do us the honour of putting forth your plan, your Majesty?" Peter asked. "That we may know what to defend?"

"The possibility of a cessation of hostilities should not be dismissed out of hand," Isabel began. "Negotiatiations should begin with the Havenites as soon as possible. However, until such time as they prove trustworthy, there should not be a significant change in the preparedness of our military. Hopefully they will prove themselves quickly."

Honor arched a brow, imagining what Benjamin might say at a juncture like this. She was, of course, "just visiting." As such, she didn't want to interfere with Manticore's internal politics. Even if they were allies. And even if half the RMN personnel were on loan to Grayson.

Schrodinger took a seat and looked around the table. "I never thought I would agree with a liberal, but now is the time for peace and withdrawl. We have been at war for far too long and we must look to our own problems, not those of other worlds that surely can take care of themselves."

"You are smoking so many bad drugs, I don't know where to start."

"Drugs? How insulting! You Centrists have no sense of propriety or dignity. How the lot of you became nobles I'll never know. Meaning no offense to Her Majesty's judgement, of course."

"By having a sense of responsibility to our subjects and member worlds, that's how. Leaving the rest of the star system to, as you put it, 'take care of themselves' guarantees new aggression further down the line. Haven will start looking to rebuild their coffers within the next decade; are you willing to hand over undefended planets to them without any form of defense?"

Schrodinger tried to roll his eyes like he had seen the Old Opera House Men do thousands of times. It didn't really work on him and looked more comical than condescending.

"So you claim to see into the future? And that this truce by the Havenites is nothing more than a ruse to rebuild and attack again? Have you no trust in anything?"

Parker smirked and made a dismissive gesture. "I trust our common experience. Which is that the Havenites do not give up on their plans for expansion this easily. Trust is for allies. Which they have yet to prove themselves to be."

Honor gave a smile. "Speaking as a guest, but an ally... your continued caution in dealing with the Peeps, er, the Havenites is much appreciated. While the Grayson Navy is growing by leaps and bounds, we can expect to fend off Havenite advances on our own for only so long."

"Thank you for your perspective, Admiral Harrington." Parker grinned at her former teacher, then frowned. "How many other planets are in a similar situation?"

She did the math in her head, realizing only too late that she should have brought a map. "At least eight on the forward perimeters, not counting the forays the Havenites have made into Andermani and Silesian space. Our most recent setbacks have cost us dearly in terms of alliances."

"Your Majesty, I would counsel that we do not accept this offer of a ceasefire without further investigation. The situation in Haven is far too recent to make any sweeping decisions regarding the war at this juncture. I would like to believe-- as would everyone here, I'm sure-- that the leadership of the new Republic of Haven isn't the same group of jokers dressed in new clothes. But I am unwilling to commit to a stand-down without furter good faith efforts and proof of disarmament on their part."

"The Honourable Lady makes a valid point," Peter agreed. "We need proofs of their committment before weakening ourselves."

"Thank you, your Lordship." Parker gave Peter a queenly nod, then a grin, and added, "Before any course of action is taken, we should of course consider their offer of a cease-fire-- but the proofs should be contained within the proposal, or I don't see how we can possibly accept it."

Ray waited, biding his time. He waited to see which argument would benefit him.

Naomi listened to the others talk and decided to wait before she said anything.

Professor Harrington is available to answer questions, or to chime in as Grayson or the Commons. Ping here for conversation or assistance.

The two women chat quietly between themselves, occasionally chuckling as Laura packs up her things.

After class, Cally walked up to Miss Roslin and waited patiently for a chance to speak.

Roslin looked up as Cally approached, a smile breaking across her features. The glasses came off and hung from her hand as she regarded her. "Ah, Cally. What can I do for you?"

"Just wanted to clear up anything about the," she pointed at her black eye. "In case you were worried or anything."

Laura nodded, lips pursed. She had seen Cally in worse shape, but that was much, much later; she didn't expect to see such injuries on a student. "I was a little concerned, yes. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's really kind of you to offer, ma'am," Cally said. "But I'm doing okay, overall. I just didn't want you to, like, report this to the administration or anything. It was just a little accident, that's all."

::crawls into a very dark cave::

See you guys in a couple of hours...

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