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Baby, You're a Firework; Kurt and Sam Talk Politics
Topic Started: July 20, 2015, 12:59 pm (210 Views)
Jesse
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Character: Nightcrawler
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia Bunker Balcony, Overlooking Docks



It would have been nice to go shopping with the others. He’d like the opportunity to get to know Yoyo and the others better. While ‘things’ were nice to have, he didn’t attach a huge amount of importance to belongings, so that wasn’t really a driving factor in his quiet musings. Rather, he just envied the experience. Barring some manner of incredible disguise, Kurt’s mere presence would create a stir, if not a riot. Not only could he not do that to his fellow Utopians, he really didn’t want to worry people who were just trying to shop for sundries. While it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t walk down the street without extreme reactions from the people around him, that was the world he lived in. His appearance was a burden and one it was better for him to carry on his own rather than foist off onto the world around him.

All those thoughts were rolling around in Kurt’s head as he leaned forward onto a balcony railing, watching the boat filled with his friends pull out into the water. The weather couldn’t have been nicer for a boat ride, with mild temperatures, gentle surf, and … His thoughts trailed off abruptly as he looked back to the water. Gentle surf. Private island. He could learn to surf! Why not? It’s not something he ever could have done as part of the circus, but here… here the possibilities were endless. Sure, he couldn’t go to the mainland and shop, but he could surf. Kurt pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and began to tap out a message to Joshua using the tip of his tail.

Kurt’s Text to Joshua
 
My apologies for the late addition, but if it’s not too expensive, could you purchase a surfboard for me? If it’s too much to ask, no worries. I’m sure I can manufacture one on the island. Thank you.

Kurt hadn’t really mastered the art of text brevity.

After sending the message, he tucked his phone back away and resumed watching the boat sail away. His fellow council member, Sam Guthrie, wasn’t heading out to sea today, so Kurt had sent him a message, asking if he’d like to chat about what being a council member really meant for them. He’d never really wanted to be a council member and didn’t understand why he’d been elected, but he was, and he wasn’t going to screw this up. Sam was more together than Kurt, so maybe he’d have a better vision of how to move forward.



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Matthew
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Character: Cannonball
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia Bunker Balcony, Overlooking Docks



Sam let out a sigh of relief as Kurt explained that while he was religious he wasn't inclined to include his religious views into the laws they all set upon their island home. Sam had grown up in the deeply religious south. He knew exactly what religion could drive people to do. He knew the kinds of laws that got passed out of intolerance, fear, and hatred. He knew how many of those laws and ruled were based upon, or worse hidden behind, religious reasoning.

To know that Kurt would not expect the same of them was a definite bonus to this new plan of running an island. It didn't change the fact that Sam had reservations about it all. Of course he did. He had never wanted a position of authority beyond what he had before, older brother, sheriff... He most definitely hadn't wanted to be part of a government body. Yet there he was. Nothing he could do about it now but his best.

Sam just had to hope that his best was good enough. In the past his best had failed him many a time. He hadnt kept his family from wandering. He hadnt kept a close enough eye on his kin. He hadn't been able to save their pa....

He shook those thoughts away, buried them back in the deep dark recesses of his mind at the bottom of an old mine where all old secrets and past transgressions could remain away from the world. Just like in Kentucky.

"I dunno that we will have time ta handle every little transaction as if it were the most important thing ever. We still gotta pull our weight on the island itself I reckon, I will still be doin' security fer example. How much time can we spend locked in a room listenin' ta who stole whose cassette tape or barbie doll?" Okay, Sam was a bit out of touch with current technology, and he perpetually thought anyone younger than him played with toys. That didn't make his point less apt, it just made it more humorous.

Once again they were touching on a piece of history that southerners knew all too well. Collaring other people and making them behave a way you wanted. It was a kin to modern day slavery. They could strip someone of everything, including their powers, and then leave them no choice but to become a part of the community. Anyone in a collar would always be seen as a less of a person though. As a slave, a servant, a nothing.

"I reckon we can cross the how to imprison someone bridge when we go rushin' off it headlong, fer now just fixin up the cells and askin Forge about power suppression should suffice. No need ta worry too much, Id rather we hope everyone can get along." Optimism from the most pessimistic Southern boy on the planet.



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