I’m really bad at this.
I find putting pen to paper not nearly as rewarding as it was in my
previous incarnation. And certainly not
as much so as Sen did. However, I find
myself having no one to speak with on something that has been….. gnawing at me.
I really hate this job.
I rarely get to speak with people one on one. Ceremonies, meetings, signings. No REAL interaction. I’m one of the most powerful telepaths in
100,000 years to come out of the Academy, and I can count on one hand how many
times I’ve been able to use that skill speaking with someone one on one in the
past… oh… 300 years?
Kylie, of course, is the exact opposite. She just wants to be a Seer and help guide
her Sisters through this difficult period of reintegration into Time Lord
society, and all she does is meet with Councilors and plan meetings. People she doesn’t really like or care to
interact with.
Rowan feels much the same, she has a flair for ceremony and
ritual unmatched in my experience, and all she does is pass paperwork back and
forth between the Dreamers and Kylie’s office.
Which is really quite silly if you think about it.
However, I am happy today.
All of us had been getting on each other’s nerves – to the extent that I
was beginning to fear for the smooth governance of New Gallifrey. Before things got to a boiling point, we
met. We were relieved and pleased to
find that nearly all of us – with the exception of the steadfast and reliable
Castellan – need a change. So we hatched
a plan. A very good one, if I do say so.
Rowan has already resigned as Councilor of the Jade Dreamers
and appointed Morphed. He’ll do
wonderful – this is just his style. I
sit here at my desk in my white robes after having just finished initiating
Rowan as Gold Usher to the Lord President.
She seems positively giddy about the entire thing, as well she should
be.
Immediately upon the conclusion of the reception, Rowan
headed straight to her office to plan for her first major event. My resignation, the announcement of my
successor, and the inauguration.
I realized as I stripped off Rassilon’s regalia and stood in
just my gold adorned white robes, that this would be the last time I would do
that. The next time I take off the
relics, I will be handing them off to…. well, you’ll find that out later.
At said ceremony, which will technically be a formal meeting
of the High Council, I will motion for my native Chapter – Patrexe – to be
reinstated as a full voting seat on the Council. I have been assured the vote will pass. Upon seating their Councilor in the
Panopticon, the full High Council will vote on accepting our new Constitution
into Law.
Progress on that front has gone well, and there has been
surprisingly little politicking in the Constitution’s drafting. I shared in private with the Councilors my
plans for resignation before passing them the first draft of our new
law-of-the-land. I think the fear of a
rough transition of power has spurred them all into swift action. Good.
Then I will announce my resignation and state my
successor. After a ceremony and swearing
in, Kylie will then announce her resignation from the seat of Chancellor and
literally step around the new President to take her place as the new permanent
Seer on the Inner Council. Our new
President will then make a motion to the High Council to nominate me as
Chancellor. I have been assured it will
pass unanimously.
There you have it.
What could possibly go wrong?
