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[Oh look!

It's Cecil! He's been busy, and that's not an excuse. He really, really has been very, very busy. Mayor, as it turns out, is kind of a hard job who'd have thunk it.

STILL, he's slowly learning how to get his social life to balance with the endless cavalcade of paperwork that has become his entire life's purpose now]

Good morning!

I apologize for not being on the air recently, things have been a bit hectic considering the past few weeks and their events. I hope everyone enjoyed their Valentines day!

I have an announcement!

I'm a man of my word, Attleton, and I ran on a platform that promised a pizza party. Well, we are going to have one! I'll be making motions to rent space in the Attleton University for it.

How about next Saturday? Does that work for everyone?

[CECIL THAT IS NOT HOW PUBLIC EVENTS WORK YOU DON'T TAKE A POLL FOR WHENS GOOD]

Oh! Concerning the recently stated rumor going around.... No, donkeys are still not allowed to sleep in the bathtubs in Attleton. Please construct a proper pen and holding area for your equidae.

[PRIVATE to CASSIAN ANDOR]

Mr. Andor, if you don't mind, I'd love to have a chance to speak with you! It's nothing bad, I promise.

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[ Does it make him a bad person that his first thought is please no? Cecil has never actually done anything to wrong Cassian, after all, he is just... friendly. Unnervingly friendly. Even when being snapped at. It's weird and he does not like it! ]

Of course, sir. Whenever is good for you. I'm on patrol, want me to drop by your office?

That would be wonderful! I'll put on some hot chocolate.

Whyyyyyyy

Thank you.

[ It's most unfortunate that it really doesn't take Cassian long at all for Cassian's patrol to take him past the townhall - where is a serial killer when you need one? Not a single evil clown to be seen!

He knocks hesitantly before opening the door a crack, mentally bracing himself for friendliness and pleasant chatter and other assorted horrors. ]

Am I too early?

[Only the worst past these doors, Cassian.]

No of course not, come in!

[It's actually not as weird as one might expect in here. Honestly pretty neat and normal and tidy.

Cecil, as he'd promised he would do, has made hot chocolate, cheerfully striding out of the kitchen towards a nearby table in the dining room]

Here have a seat, I have a few things I'd love to ask you.

[ ...and that doesn't sound ominous at all. Cassian shoots him a wary look over the rim of his cup of hot chocolate. ]

I'm here to answer your questions. The chocolate's good, by the way.

[ He's clinging to his mug, by the way. ]

[Cecil, ever the best at reading a room, smiles back, chipper]

Thank you!

[AAAAAND]

So when do you think we should start working on the boardwalk?

[THERE WE GO]

[ Cassian stares. And stares some more. ]

The boardwalk.

[ He may need a calming sip of chocolate. ]

I thought you had forgotten the boardwalk.

[ Hoped, more like it. ]

Of course course not, it was a campaign promise! Like the pizza party.

I was thinking mid to late April, once we're sure the weather will be cooperative.

[ He blinks, eyeing Cecil with slight but slowly mounting horror. When did this from will we get a boardwalk to when will we get the boardwalk?

Somehow Cassian feels like he's missed half a dozen steps in this conversation. Not an uncommon feeling around Cecil. ]

April. I see. And you. Are sure it is necessary? [ He leans forward. ] Really truly sure? A boardwalk. Without a beach.

[If one listens very, very carefully, one might be able to hear the soft wooshing sound of the point flying over Cecil's head]

Yep!

[ Bye, bye, point, Cassian will mourn you.

He is also stunned into silence for a while, before finally faking a cough and busying himself with the hot chocolate. ]

It's good. The hot chocolate.

[ So suave, spy. ]

[Cassian used DISTRACTION

It's SUPER EFFECTIVE]

Isn't it? It's really just the store brand, I add a few things to it to make it better. Just some spices and vanilla.

I can give you the recipe if you want.

Sure. I mean, I would like that.

[It's not getting better huh?]

So. Boardwalk.

[Are you expecting him to start getting cranky because that's probably never going to happen here]

Boardwalk!

[The excited affirmation of this caused... something nearby to pop. A gentle sound, like a single kernel of popcorn delicately exploding in the microwave.

A tattoo on Cecil's arm, an eye surrounded by odd runic shapes, blinked.]

So as I said earlier, I was thinking late April, early May. It'd be awful to have any construction workers having to deal with snow and ice after all, I'd think our best bet weather wise would be mid to late spring.

[A rosy whorl of what seemed to be red lichen was slowly, carefully starting to inch its way across the table as Cecil snagged his cup, taking a sip of chocolate]

What do you think?

[ He picked up his mug just before the overly affectionate red lichen could reach it, eyes widening in comical slow motion as it kept advancing to the edge of the table.

He looked up at Cecil, to find him still awaiting an answer on the boardwalk nonsense, oblivious both to the tattoo on his arm coming alive and the adventurous lichen. ]

What? Right. Yes. We wouldn't want bad weather.

[ Right. What had he been planning to talk about again? He gave Cecil's arm another suspicious glance before turning his attention back to the lichen. ]

I'm still saying it's unnecessary.

I think it'd be attractive and a wonderful center for our community!

[The lichen had made its way across the table, and then had slipped off the other side, perhaps moving to grow under the table.

Somewhere nearby, the gentle whispering of a small family of spiders started up, gathered into a corner in a pack.]

I always wanted to roller blade on a boardwalk.

[ITS NOT THE NINETIES ANYMORE CECIL]

[ He is just going to keep nudging his chair back, alright, get some safety distance between his legs and the may-be-carnivorous-or-just-overly-enthusiastic lichen.

All the while trying to ignore the spiders. Because, you know, that's what a good rebel soldier does. He keeps a stiff upper lip and does his job even when creepy stuff happens around him. ]

What even is rollerblading and why would you want to build a boardwalk for it?

[ You don't ask such questions, Cassian, you should really know better. If you end up on a rollerblading date you only have yourself to blame. ]

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I hope so! Need one be especially devoted to Attleton to enjoy it?

Oh no of course not! Everyone's invited!

[On the one hand, there's a lack of a "no jerks" policy. On the other hand, no standards are the only way he could attend.]

Well then! So long as it's not very early, that should do.

[And not held in a strip club plz.]

[Well, Cecil is married, and there's a distinct lack of gay strip clubs here, so you're safe for now, Ted]

I think five PM should be a decent hour to start. Fairly close to dinner time for most people, pizza always tastes better when it's dinner.

[What do you mean this is not how public events work? Dray thinks it's quick, easy and perfect.]

Cecil! Darling, I missed hearing from you and hearing you. Saturday sounds great, I look forward to it.

Uh, why would anybody put a poor donkey there? Nests are much more comfortable to sleep in.

Can't wait to see you there!

I would agree with you, but it's very hard to get a donkey up a tree without the appropriate equipment.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

True. And not only that, you need to consider the donkey's motivations to get into the task. Most of them like to stay with their hooves on the ground.

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