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बतसन पम्बन्स
Batasan Pambansa
Bahay-ng-Batas, Ganatrastadt
XXVI Batasan
III Regelmäßige Sitzung
A
LAW
TO ESTABLISH THE DEPARTMENT OF INFORMATION
Zusammengestellt im öffentliches Informationsbüro
der Batasanhausbibliothek
The passenger jolted. He stared at the muted radio. His jaw tensed in a struggle to get something out of his mouth. Failed, he gulped it down and returned to the windows. He watched as the car turned at the corner of Commonwealth Street and Republic Avenue where he smiled. The sight of teenagers and young adults marching down the lane. Public assemblies are patriotic acts, not treason. This is true in any equitable modern society, written on the disgruntled young faces other than their signs and posters, just as in the law. But then he noticed what the demonstration signs and posters actually read. He frowned.
"'Bob ist ein Busen'...? 'Halili, don't rob our country of its dignity...or we'll get fussy with your bu-.'"
"What a bunch of respektlose Ferkel... Eh, Herr Halili?" A gravelly voice said.
Halili peeked over to the driver's seat. He saw a rugged-looking man wink at him. Halili laughed and then nodded. "They barely understand what they're talking about. If it was up to me, I'd send them to der Batasan and make them form a government."
A chuckle might be nice. Instead, the driver raised an eyebrow. Halili chortled, "...L-Let them put their misguided ideas to work and see how dumm-dumm they are. With all their fallacies hat verloren in the middle of their emotional breakdowns, I doubt they'll even pass the first reading. Hah!"
The driver smiled. He put his eyes back on the road. "You seem pretty confident about this new post. It's your first time to be a Staatsminister, and you betrayed der Kanzler!"
Caught off-guard, Halili failed to keep face. He tittered out the nervousness in his small body. "T-That's too nice of you to say. It's nice to be strong...it's not as good as true for someone schwach like me, as much as I'd really want it to be."
"Nah. I mean it," The driver nodded up for Halili to beckon him to the rearview mirror where they could see each other better, "I used to work for the late Staatsschatzmeister. The poor man was trembling like a guilty child. Suffered lähmende Angst, depression, and, if you happen to know the Departmentium für Landwirtschaft und Fischerei, fatal autoerotic autophilia by carbon monoxide poisoning."
"Ah, morbid and fictional. It was diabetes and there is no 'Departmentium für Landwirtschaft und Fischerei.' Still, I'm waiting for the punchline."
The driver smirked. "Is it?"
Halili narrowed one eye at the driver. As Halili opened his mouth, the car screeched to a halt. The forces that be threw Halili forward. His lithe body slipped through the gap between the front seats. He landed on his hands and secured himself from further, nastier fall, and held onto the dashboard and the driver's thighs. His forehead an inch away from the solid blunt knob of the stick shift.
Halili's bodyguard in the front seat opened the door and got out. He went to Halili's door and opened it. "Bereit, Herr Minister?"
Halili managed to squeeze out on his own. He smiled a superficial one to the bodyguard who smiled back. Halili glanced behind him and saw the driver's grin. Halili muttered, "Should've asked that before you got out of the auto..."
Halili stepped out and stepped on the door, and he kicked it shut behind him. He continued to smile despite it earned him amused looks and a few shocked faces from the people in front of the new building—a five-storey complex, though under the enormous shadow of its much taller neighbors, indeed skyscrapers; the office gleamed from what light reached it and shone brightly on its polished glass and fresh steel.
A tall woman emerged from the wall of suits. She gave a curt nod and offered her hand with a smile. "Lustige Fahrt, Herr Minister? We have been dying to meet you."
Halili accepted and shook her hand. Then he flinched at the toned emphasis on the word 'dying'. He looked up to her, and from there, took a few very quick glances to look her over: Her earthy complexion complimented her green pantsuit quite well. Quite. Slender. She has long brown hair. Her oval features strongly suggest her Lasakit heritage. But in regards to beauty, personal preferences might profoundly impact his judgement. Instead, he could tell from looks given to her by her male subordinates as they ogled her from behind. Based on the latter evaluation, he concluded his little deductions (based on a tip before he left Central House).
"You must be der ständiger Vizeminister, Frau Bondoc."
Bondoc giggled to his mild satisfaction of an underwhelming confirmation, and it certainly did not rub off well on Halili. She gestured her hand to the young man next to her. "This is Herr Bañaga. He will be your Hauptprivatsekretär."
Without notice, Bañaga reached and lifted Halili's hand from his side. However unpleasant, the young man gave off a likeable warmth and an enthusiasm Halili wanted to see from his team. After Bondoc, he could not ask for anything else.
"Freut mich, Herr Minister. I look forward to working with you." Bañaga smiled, and he did it with such positive energy.
Halili returned the pleasure with a positivity of his own: another smile. "Danke, Herr Bañaga. I am also looking forward to working with you, and our team as well." He shared a smile over his shoulders with the rest of the department gushing from behind.
"Oh. Please call me Kaska, Herr Minister."
Halili nodded. "Then Kaska, if it's all the same to you, call me Bob."
Upon closer examination, Kaska wore a plain black suit with a red tie. Bald and particularly plain. Bob also noticed how Kaska's dark skin emphasized the stark contrast between him and Bondoc, easier for Bob to conclude Kaska's ancestry must hail from the next country down south.
"To him, but not to me," Bondoc butted in, "It'll be ständiger Vizeminister, Herr Minister. No name-basis."
Bob glanced at Bondoc. "Well, Verzeihung? I didn't notice I was asking you, Frau Mayet."
Mayet stifled a laugh. "Apologies accepted, Herr Minister."
Bob darted wide eyes at her. Immediately, it proved hard to determine the exact expression on her face. Either she simpered or just smiled, perhaps even somewhere in between, has become an entirely different matter. She darted her eyes back at him, albeit narrow and more poise than his alarm, and his wide eyes became even wider.
Kaska stood between them. Thus, he felt the full force of the newly-established tensions between Bob and Bondoc. He must have called upon the same confidence from earlier as Kaska snaked his arms around Bob and Mayet's shoulders. Kaska had to reach higher for Mayet's shoulders, but he linked them together like comrades in arms. It did not suit Bob's liberal tastes.
Bob only realized Kaska pushed him and Mayet to turn around when they face everybody who shared the same expression on his face.
Kaska greeted from a cringe crept around his smile, "Umm. Willkommen im Informationsdepartmentium!"
Bob felt his stomach turn at the sight of a camera pointed at them.
बतसन पम्बन्स
Batasan Pambansa
Bahay-ng-Batas, Ganatrastadt
XXVI Batasan
III Regelmäßige Sitzung
A
LAW
TO ESTABLISH THE DEPARTMENT OF INFORMATION
Zusammengestellt im öffentliches Informationsbüro
der Batasanhausbibliothek
Roming "Bob" Halili, MP for Basanisa III, led failed the leadership campaign against der Kanzler. His appointment as Informationsminister was a shock, for two reasons. Criticized as totalitarian, the new department is politisches Dynamit. Schattenminister für Informationen claims it's an attempt by the ruling party, and quote, "to relieve both pains in the arsch with one big schwanz-up." In other news, Rana Awit gets her fifth Busen job-
The passenger jolted. He stared at the muted radio. His jaw tensed in a struggle to get something out of his mouth. Failed, he gulped it down and returned to the windows. He watched as the car turned at the corner of Commonwealth Street and Republic Avenue where he smiled. The sight of teenagers and young adults marching down the lane. Public assemblies are patriotic acts, not treason. This is true in any equitable modern society, written on the disgruntled young faces other than their signs and posters, just as in the law. But then he noticed what the demonstration signs and posters actually read. He frowned.
"'Bob ist ein Busen'...? 'Halili, don't rob our country of its dignity...or we'll get fussy with your bu-.'"
"What a bunch of respektlose Ferkel... Eh, Herr Halili?" A gravelly voice said.
Halili peeked over to the driver's seat. He saw a rugged-looking man wink at him. Halili laughed and then nodded. "They barely understand what they're talking about. If it was up to me, I'd send them to der Batasan and make them form a government."
A chuckle might be nice. Instead, the driver raised an eyebrow. Halili chortled, "...L-Let them put their misguided ideas to work and see how dumm-dumm they are. With all their fallacies hat verloren in the middle of their emotional breakdowns, I doubt they'll even pass the first reading. Hah!"
The driver smiled. He put his eyes back on the road. "You seem pretty confident about this new post. It's your first time to be a Staatsminister, and you betrayed der Kanzler!"
Caught off-guard, Halili failed to keep face. He tittered out the nervousness in his small body. "T-That's too nice of you to say. It's nice to be strong...it's not as good as true for someone schwach like me, as much as I'd really want it to be."
"Nah. I mean it," The driver nodded up for Halili to beckon him to the rearview mirror where they could see each other better, "I used to work for the late Staatsschatzmeister. The poor man was trembling like a guilty child. Suffered lähmende Angst, depression, and, if you happen to know the Departmentium für Landwirtschaft und Fischerei, fatal autoerotic autophilia by carbon monoxide poisoning."
"Ah, morbid and fictional. It was diabetes and there is no 'Departmentium für Landwirtschaft und Fischerei.' Still, I'm waiting for the punchline."
The driver smirked. "Is it?"
Halili narrowed one eye at the driver. As Halili opened his mouth, the car screeched to a halt. The forces that be threw Halili forward. His lithe body slipped through the gap between the front seats. He landed on his hands and secured himself from further, nastier fall, and held onto the dashboard and the driver's thighs. His forehead an inch away from the solid blunt knob of the stick shift.
Halili's bodyguard in the front seat opened the door and got out. He went to Halili's door and opened it. "Bereit, Herr Minister?"
Halili managed to squeeze out on his own. He smiled a superficial one to the bodyguard who smiled back. Halili glanced behind him and saw the driver's grin. Halili muttered, "Should've asked that before you got out of the auto..."
Halili stepped out and stepped on the door, and he kicked it shut behind him. He continued to smile despite it earned him amused looks and a few shocked faces from the people in front of the new building—a five-storey complex, though under the enormous shadow of its much taller neighbors, indeed skyscrapers; the office gleamed from what light reached it and shone brightly on its polished glass and fresh steel.
A tall woman emerged from the wall of suits. She gave a curt nod and offered her hand with a smile. "Lustige Fahrt, Herr Minister? We have been dying to meet you."
Halili accepted and shook her hand. Then he flinched at the toned emphasis on the word 'dying'. He looked up to her, and from there, took a few very quick glances to look her over: Her earthy complexion complimented her green pantsuit quite well. Quite. Slender. She has long brown hair. Her oval features strongly suggest her Lasakit heritage. But in regards to beauty, personal preferences might profoundly impact his judgement. Instead, he could tell from looks given to her by her male subordinates as they ogled her from behind. Based on the latter evaluation, he concluded his little deductions (based on a tip before he left Central House).
"You must be der ständiger Vizeminister, Frau Bondoc."
Bondoc giggled to his mild satisfaction of an underwhelming confirmation, and it certainly did not rub off well on Halili. She gestured her hand to the young man next to her. "This is Herr Bañaga. He will be your Hauptprivatsekretär."
Without notice, Bañaga reached and lifted Halili's hand from his side. However unpleasant, the young man gave off a likeable warmth and an enthusiasm Halili wanted to see from his team. After Bondoc, he could not ask for anything else.
"Freut mich, Herr Minister. I look forward to working with you." Bañaga smiled, and he did it with such positive energy.
Halili returned the pleasure with a positivity of his own: another smile. "Danke, Herr Bañaga. I am also looking forward to working with you, and our team as well." He shared a smile over his shoulders with the rest of the department gushing from behind.
"Oh. Please call me Kaska, Herr Minister."
Halili nodded. "Then Kaska, if it's all the same to you, call me Bob."
Upon closer examination, Kaska wore a plain black suit with a red tie. Bald and particularly plain. Bob also noticed how Kaska's dark skin emphasized the stark contrast between him and Bondoc, easier for Bob to conclude Kaska's ancestry must hail from the next country down south.
"To him, but not to me," Bondoc butted in, "It'll be ständiger Vizeminister, Herr Minister. No name-basis."
Bob glanced at Bondoc. "Well, Verzeihung? I didn't notice I was asking you, Frau Mayet."
Mayet stifled a laugh. "Apologies accepted, Herr Minister."
Bob darted wide eyes at her. Immediately, it proved hard to determine the exact expression on her face. Either she simpered or just smiled, perhaps even somewhere in between, has become an entirely different matter. She darted her eyes back at him, albeit narrow and more poise than his alarm, and his wide eyes became even wider.
Kaska stood between them. Thus, he felt the full force of the newly-established tensions between Bob and Bondoc. He must have called upon the same confidence from earlier as Kaska snaked his arms around Bob and Mayet's shoulders. Kaska had to reach higher for Mayet's shoulders, but he linked them together like comrades in arms. It did not suit Bob's liberal tastes.
Bob only realized Kaska pushed him and Mayet to turn around when they face everybody who shared the same expression on his face.
Kaska greeted from a cringe crept around his smile, "Umm. Willkommen im Informationsdepartmentium!"
Bob felt his stomach turn at the sight of a camera pointed at them.
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