Senäts: Election of a Mençéi

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre sets his drink down and removes his rump from his seat.

Fellow members of the Senate, as charged by Organic Law, it is our duty to elect from among our body a Mençéi to serve as our presiding officer.

I do propose and move, and ask that the question be brought immediately, that we, the Senate of the Kingdom of Talossa, do acclaim as our Mençéi, continuing in this office, in which he has so ably performed, Quedéir Lord Castiglhâ, lately best known as composer of the opera El Taloçáit d'Isiviglhâ.

The question having been called, please vote in this thread. My vote to the question is Üc.

I wish also to remind our esteemed Prime Minister that it is incumbent upon him, as required by Organic Law, to name, for our colleagues in the lower house, a Tuisiac'h (Speaker).

The Senator re-seats his rump, and re-handles his glass.

[King John]

The Senator from Florenciâ struggles to his feet, staggers a little, blows his nose into a handkerchief with a blast reminiscent of the Final Trump, coughs, clears his throat, swallows, and speaks.

Q, yeah. Err, üc. Whatever.

He sits, mumbles inaudibly, sniffs twice.

[Trotxâ]

mha said:

I do propose and move, and ask that the question be brought immediately, that we, the Senate of the Kingdom of Talossa, do acclaim as our Mençéi, continuing in this office, in which he has so ably performed, Quedéir Lord Castiglhâ

The Senator for Vuode enters, and removes a large backpack, from which dangles all manner of Scouting gear, including a tent, a sleeping bag and a den doodle, all of which give off the aroma of a camp fire. He leans against his desk a worn staff from which is hanging a tattered blue flag emblazoned with an image of a wolf's head in yellow. He slaps his shoulders, raising a large quantity of dust. He removes his flat brimmed "Smokey Bear" hat, takes a swig of iodine-tinted water from a large nalgene bottle and says:

Present.

However, I believe it is the wish of the people of Vuode that Lord Q continue as Mençéi.

The Senator seats his rump, and begins a subtle tick check on himself.

[Sir Samuhel Tecladeir]

The Prime Minister pokes his head in the door, shifting his eyes about. Hm. Interesting... He looks and points at the Distain and nods, silently mouthing, "You da man, Speaker."
He then whips back out.
SLAM!!!
He reopens and whispers Sorry.
He very quietly closes the door.

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre stands, interrupting the business of the Senate, and loudly asks:

Who was that masked man??

He sits again, stares hard at his drink, then downs it, hailing a page for a refill.

[King John]

The Senator for Florenciâ, still in the grip (or grippe) of the Death Cold from Outer Space, rises painfully to inquire of his esteemed friend the Senator for Cézembre whether he, Lord Hooligan, considers that the Seneschál, by addressing him as "Speaker", has intended or attempted to appoint him, Lord Hooligan, Speaker?

The Senator from Florenciâ, then falls back into his chair, groans, and reaches for the Advil.

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre stands yet again, never having realized that "sitting" in the Senate meant so much standing.

I rise to inform the esteemed Senator for Florenciâ that it is my considered opinion that our Prime Minister (if, indeed, he was that masked man) meant to say "Distain," but -- likely still caught up in the revelry following his election -- accidentally said "Speaker."

I am sure that the Prime Minister is aware that as I do not sit in the Cosâ, I am certainly not qualified to become its Speaker, and I am sure that he will soon appoint a leader for that body.

The Senator sits, spills his drink, curses under his breath, and calls out "Garziun!"

[Sir Samuhel Tecladeir]

A voice from heaven calls out: Who's the speaker of the Senate?

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre rises, gazes heavenward, and answers:

There hain't none, o voice of voices. Though we's fixin' to re-elect Lord Q as the Mençéi (that is, its Lord President). Pardon my slurred speech, S:reu Mystery Voice. You see, the drinks, they're a bit sour here, but that's just as we get warmed up for the session, and I'm doing my part to get rid of the foul stuff. I think the ice is still cooling or something like that. Garziun!!!

And down goes his rump once more.

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre, his rump kinda itching after eleven days in session, rises and scratches.

My fellow Senators, if but one more of you would please cast your affirmative vote on the question before this body, that of continuing Lord Castiglhâ as our Mençéi, our chamber will be organized and we all can move on to submitting our ballots on the legislative proposals before the Ziu.

I sure hope the election of the Mençéi doesn't take too much longer. I really need a bathroom-break.

The Senator reseats himself, and proceeds to shift nervously in his seat.

[Lord Q]

I'd really have to vote for myself just to end this....

[Hooligan]

The Senator for Cézembre hauls his rump up yet again.

Thanks, Lord President Q! With the reëlection of your noble self settled, I now proceed, at long last, to voting for the acts of legislation pending before our house. Here goes:

36RZ1. Për. Mostly just because.
36RZ2. Për. Mostly just because.
36RZ3. Për. Mostly just because.
36RZ4. Për. Mostly just because.

Take that, you rationalists.

The Senator sits again, and calls for yet another drink.

[Olaf]

The Senator from Maricopa looks around at all the impressive, bearded, regal, and somewhat paunchy members of the Senate, thinking how very impressive it is to be there among all these great heads. He then realizes with a start that he himself is one of the Senators. He leaps to his feet.

Excuse me, S:reu Distain--folkses of the Senate--Peanut Gallery. I must get my time machine.... Thank you for your patience. Now it's last week. I'll vote for Lord Q to be Speaker.

Claps. Gets back in time machine and comes to the present.