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Diplomacy and Events / Civil Unrest [Aurora, Weremark]
« on: September 17, 2017, 11:08:12 PM »
Presidential Palace, Stanford, Wahland
"I'm sorry ma'am, we're doing our best, but there isn't much else we can do, as long as they hold a majority they won't let the bill through." the young aide explained. President Danielle Luftberg sat rocking side to side in her armchair, biting her lip, going through every possible strategy in her head. She had been trying to push through a bill to create a program to research and develop better alternative energy technology, but the opposing conservative party was staunchly against it. The same gridlocked council meetings had plagued Wahland for the past several years.It seemed as though every time Luftberg tried to take a step forward, the opposing party caused the country to take two steps back.
Luftberg stood from her chair running her fingers through her long auburn hair. She isn't a particularly tall woman, but in six inch heels she stood taller than most average men. She felt it made men feel intimidated by her, and she had learned to use that intimidation throughout her career, until now. No amount of intimidating would come between Wahland and its oil. Oil exports fueled over 50% of the economy for the past century, and no large energy companies were willing to let go of their black gold.
"This gridlock is going to ruin this country", Luftberg said frustratingly. "Maybe we'd have better luck waiting until those cranky old men die, and then get something done." she smirked. The room remained silent, even if any one of the numerous aides found it funny, Luftberg was known for her temper and at a tense time like this nobody wanted to set her off. Luftberg cocked her head slightly, realizing the tension in the room, “Relax guys, I’ve got an idea.” Several sighs of relief came over the room. Luftberg leaned over the table looking at all the draft papers and analysis. “Get the Aurorans on the phone, if we can’t get our own people to cooperate maybe we’ll have better luck with them.”
"I'm sorry ma'am, we're doing our best, but there isn't much else we can do, as long as they hold a majority they won't let the bill through." the young aide explained. President Danielle Luftberg sat rocking side to side in her armchair, biting her lip, going through every possible strategy in her head. She had been trying to push through a bill to create a program to research and develop better alternative energy technology, but the opposing conservative party was staunchly against it. The same gridlocked council meetings had plagued Wahland for the past several years.It seemed as though every time Luftberg tried to take a step forward, the opposing party caused the country to take two steps back.
Luftberg stood from her chair running her fingers through her long auburn hair. She isn't a particularly tall woman, but in six inch heels she stood taller than most average men. She felt it made men feel intimidated by her, and she had learned to use that intimidation throughout her career, until now. No amount of intimidating would come between Wahland and its oil. Oil exports fueled over 50% of the economy for the past century, and no large energy companies were willing to let go of their black gold.
"This gridlock is going to ruin this country", Luftberg said frustratingly. "Maybe we'd have better luck waiting until those cranky old men die, and then get something done." she smirked. The room remained silent, even if any one of the numerous aides found it funny, Luftberg was known for her temper and at a tense time like this nobody wanted to set her off. Luftberg cocked her head slightly, realizing the tension in the room, “Relax guys, I’ve got an idea.” Several sighs of relief came over the room. Luftberg leaned over the table looking at all the draft papers and analysis. “Get the Aurorans on the phone, if we can’t get our own people to cooperate maybe we’ll have better luck with them.”
