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Aug. 22nd, 2007 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
regan_tamThe world of politics doesn't stop because one senator's been hurt. If anything, it speeds up -- rumors spread, rivals try to take advantage of the weakness, and the press gets more interested, not less.
Regan's carefully coiffed, her makeup discreet and her wardrobe carefully chosen to provide the right note: restrained, but not somber. She's been making a statement to that press, smiling for the vids with the right balance of determination and careful optimism. Gabriel is recuperating well and the doctors are confident he'll make a full recovery, and I can assure you that all leads are being thoroughly investigated and no comment, thank you, and it's been a trying time, but our family is strong, and we're keeping each other's spirits up.
None of it's a lie, exactly, but it's exhausting. More than ever, right now.
But it's over, and she has two days until the next scheduled press conference. And there are no press allowed in this small lounge near the hospital cafeteria; no one but close family and friends of the patients in this wing.
Regan has tea, and a succinct dossier of their rivals' current activities that she's gamely attempting to focus on. Her success is indifferent at best.
Regan's carefully coiffed, her makeup discreet and her wardrobe carefully chosen to provide the right note: restrained, but not somber. She's been making a statement to that press, smiling for the vids with the right balance of determination and careful optimism. Gabriel is recuperating well and the doctors are confident he'll make a full recovery, and I can assure you that all leads are being thoroughly investigated and no comment, thank you, and it's been a trying time, but our family is strong, and we're keeping each other's spirits up.
None of it's a lie, exactly, but it's exhausting. More than ever, right now.
But it's over, and she has two days until the next scheduled press conference. And there are no press allowed in this small lounge near the hospital cafeteria; no one but close family and friends of the patients in this wing.
Regan has tea, and a succinct dossier of their rivals' current activities that she's gamely attempting to focus on. Her success is indifferent at best.
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:03 am (UTC)It stops.
"Ah. Regan. I hadn't expected to find you here."
Not yet, at any rate.
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:12 am (UTC)"Galadan."
She smiles slightly; it's automatic.
It also fades fast. "Is everything all right?"
It's silly to worry -- he'd have said right away if anything were wrong, a nurse would have come to get her, but -- well.
She worries anyway.
It's hard to stop herself.
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:26 am (UTC)"Within reasonable limits, certainly. Your conversations with the press went well?"
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:39 am (UTC)"Fine. Nothing new."
"They expect nonanswers from me. I'm not the police or security." And she's not known for entertaining or useful blunders. "But it would look very wrong if I weren't there to give them."
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Date: 2007-08-24 02:59 am (UTC)"Indications of deeper troubles, yes."
Beat.
"You are bearing up, I hope?"