Steve watched as those with authority came into the meeting room. He had called them all here to talk over running the city. While there had been some basic rules while the city was beginning, and being built, it was time for those in power to finally make a stance about how things would be run. No more dealing with things on a case by case basis with different outcomes depending on who acted as mediator. Also there was the issues of leadership. Before the meeting started he had tried to get Lillian to join them.
"Alright guys, girls, and ghouls."
Steve started as he slapped his hands to the table.
"You all have a rough understanding on why we/I called you here, right? To make sure there is absolutely no misunderstanding I will state it plainly now. We need to have some official government. While we all currently act as the government with Lillian as the head we need to make decisions on how we decide who will sit on the council, as well as what responsibilities come with the position. I also assume that we would prefer this not to be a LIFE long position, especially with some of our unique positions in that regard, hehehe.
Also we must find some time to discuss some major laws, we have been far too inconsistent in the past on what is and isn't acceptable. Focussing mostly on our trade, the college, research, or mad science as some might find more accurate to describe what goes on, our military, and lastly citizenship: what they can expect from us, as well as what we expect from them. After all we don't want to work them to the BONE.
Now I know some of you might have had your own concerns, or BONES to pick, on our laws, and governance, so if you would like to make your thoughts known please take this chance to do so, otherwise I look forward to hearing your ideas."
As Steve finished his piece he stood up straight again to his full height before pulling out some dog treats he had made and placing them before Lillian's chair. She who had a much better chair prepared for her compared to the much more modest chairs for the other members. Hers being expertly carved and lined with some bits of gold and even silk. Steve hoped the treats would get her to sit there, and be content during the proceedings. Though the rest in attendance might have had a more modest chair provided compared to a dog, they were provided with bowl of Potato stew fresh from Steve. An undead chicken ready to serve another, or a cup of vodka at a moments notice.
"Alright guys, girls, and ghouls."
Steve started as he slapped his hands to the table.
"You all have a rough understanding on why we/I called you here, right? To make sure there is absolutely no misunderstanding I will state it plainly now. We need to have some official government. While we all currently act as the government with Lillian as the head we need to make decisions on how we decide who will sit on the council, as well as what responsibilities come with the position. I also assume that we would prefer this not to be a LIFE long position, especially with some of our unique positions in that regard, hehehe.
Also we must find some time to discuss some major laws, we have been far too inconsistent in the past on what is and isn't acceptable. Focussing mostly on our trade, the college, research, or mad science as some might find more accurate to describe what goes on, our military, and lastly citizenship: what they can expect from us, as well as what we expect from them. After all we don't want to work them to the BONE.
Now I know some of you might have had your own concerns, or BONES to pick, on our laws, and governance, so if you would like to make your thoughts known please take this chance to do so, otherwise I look forward to hearing your ideas."
As Steve finished his piece he stood up straight again to his full height before pulling out some dog treats he had made and placing them before Lillian's chair. She who had a much better chair prepared for her compared to the much more modest chairs for the other members. Hers being expertly carved and lined with some bits of gold and even silk. Steve hoped the treats would get her to sit there, and be content during the proceedings. Though the rest in attendance might have had a more modest chair provided compared to a dog, they were provided with bowl of Potato stew fresh from Steve. An undead chicken ready to serve another, or a cup of vodka at a moments notice.