Signed up for the news aggregators that he is, it's not really like Jordie could miss the part where his very own senator was going to be in the neighborhood for a town hall meeting.
And since he's quite sure that he's never casting a vote for Gabriel Tam to save his life, clearly it's only morbid curiosity that brings him into the heart of downtown (where he feels like that to fit in he'd best be wearing a three-piece suit, which is why he's cheerful in denim and a shapeless, battered corduroy jacket) and through the security checkpoint to a seat by the wall of the house. (Stage right.)
He's got no intention of opening his mouth or announcing his presence (or, for that matter, to tell Simon that he came). He's just here to watch the spectacle.
It had taken Magdalena Conti and BajianLi less than three hours after Tam's public statement of confidence to hold an emergency consultation and to jointly inform their respective teams that the first person who allowed even the slightest breach in security would regret it in ways that defied description.
No one had doubted it for an instant, then or now.
As a result, when the facial recognition program running in conjunction with the identity scanner bleeps an alarm and flashes up a screen titled LLEWELYN JORDAN, the tech at the monitoring station is on the comm to the nearest floor guard before the report even finishes scrolling.
It's his usual problem at these things, or any kind of seated performance: he's got too much knee for the seat. He shifts, a little uncomfortable, bending over his datapad, trying to make up his mind. It's tempting to take notes and cross-reference to the personal scorecard he keeps on his home server, but then again -- that's not why he's here, is it.
The tap on his shoulder, and the suit the tapping finger belongs to, would suggest that maybe it's not clear to everyone else exactly why he's here, either.
Jordie aims a glance at the stage, and allows himself a momentary wry smile. "Flash your identcard upon entry and suddenly the whole 'verse is your friend," he says, cheerfully enough. "What can I do for you?"
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he pauses for a fraction of a second, letting the realization hit him: he's missed being a pain in the pìgu at events like these.
Each event has a planned routine and a specific schedule, but in the end there's something of a familiar sameness to them all, and this one is no different.
By now the last of the stragglers should be making their way into the convocation hall, and in five minutes the introductions will begin, and in seven Gabriel Tam will cross the stage to the podium.
It's all very well timed, which is why the small group made up of staffers and media representatives moves together with Gabriel into the corridor, en route to the stage's side entrance.
They get all of six steps in before the security team swoops down to block the way, causing Gabriel to look up from his speech notes in surprise.
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And since he's quite sure that he's never casting a vote for Gabriel Tam to save his life, clearly it's only morbid curiosity that brings him into the heart of downtown (where he feels like that to fit in he'd best be wearing a three-piece suit, which is why he's cheerful in denim and a shapeless, battered corduroy jacket) and through the security checkpoint to a seat by the wall of the house. (Stage right.)
He's got no intention of opening his mouth or announcing his presence (or, for that matter, to tell Simon that he came). He's just here to watch the spectacle.
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No one had doubted it for an instant, then or now.
As a result, when the facial recognition program running in conjunction with the identity scanner bleeps an alarm and flashes up a screen titled LLEWELYN JORDAN, the tech at the monitoring station is on the comm to the nearest floor guard before the report even finishes scrolling.
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The tap on his shoulder, and the suit the tapping finger belongs to, would suggest that maybe it's not clear to everyone else exactly why he's here, either.
Jordie aims a glance at the stage, and allows himself a momentary wry smile. "Flash your identcard upon entry and suddenly the whole 'verse is your friend," he says, cheerfully enough. "What can I do for you?"
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he pauses for a fraction of a second, letting the realization hit him: he's missed being a pain in the pìgu at events like these.
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By now the last of the stragglers should be making their way into the convocation hall, and in five minutes the introductions will begin, and in seven Gabriel Tam will cross the stage to the podium.
It's all very well timed, which is why the small group made up of staffers and media representatives moves together with Gabriel into the corridor, en route to the stage's side entrance.
They get all of six steps in before the security team swoops down to block the way, causing Gabriel to look up from his speech notes in surprise.
"What's going on?"
"Sorry, Senator, there's been a disturbance."
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