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 again for a few seconds... )[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.]