02-24-2019, 05:27 PM
Tofino International Airport, Tofino, Zamastan
Early Evening, February 23rd
Marie-Claire Beringer had been the Foreign Minister of Laeral since 2015, under Tanvi Misra's cabinet. She'd been a Representative before that, and she'd been in her job for so long that state visits seemed like a natural part of her life. The World Assembly Headquarters, for accession to the WA. Democracity, during the Northeastern Sea Crisis. Sanctaria, for the Haven Accords. Sciongrad, Lauchenoiria, Slokais, United New England, even Kerlile once, and countless places besides. But soon enough, it would all be over. Marie-Claire had decided to end her life in politics after this. She'd been in government for so very long. Regardless of how the elections turned out, she'd decided several months ago, she'd go home, spend time with her family, finish her memoirs she'd been working on, and maybe teach a class on International Relations at some local university. After the elections, though, her plans were in limbo. The new President was trying to assemble a workable coalition out of the mess that the voters had delivered in the Commons, and in the meantime, she and Tanvi and all the others had gotten to stay on as a caretaker government. But soon enough, some new Prime Minister would forge a coalition, and she'd be out of a job. The rumors had been spreading about the makeup of a new coalition, and she knew her days at the Foreign Ministry were limited. This would likely be her last foreign trip in any official capacity. As the airplane's wheels hit the ground, she felt the bump she had felt so many times before, and smiled a bit. This was always her favorite part of her job, going to a new place and meeting a new set of people. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up, as did her staffers behind her. The Energy Minister, Paul Chou, gave a crooked smile as he stood up. He wasn't relishing the idea of going into a summit representing a cabinet and a Prime Minister that were relics, just crawling forward every new day until a new Prime Minister came along to depose them.
The airplane's doors opened, and Marie-Claire Beringer stepped out, flashing her diplomat's smile for the cameras and waving for the cameras, as she had so many times before. In that way, at least, this diplomatic trip was exactly the same as her first.
Early Evening, February 23rd
Marie-Claire Beringer had been the Foreign Minister of Laeral since 2015, under Tanvi Misra's cabinet. She'd been a Representative before that, and she'd been in her job for so long that state visits seemed like a natural part of her life. The World Assembly Headquarters, for accession to the WA. Democracity, during the Northeastern Sea Crisis. Sanctaria, for the Haven Accords. Sciongrad, Lauchenoiria, Slokais, United New England, even Kerlile once, and countless places besides. But soon enough, it would all be over. Marie-Claire had decided to end her life in politics after this. She'd been in government for so very long. Regardless of how the elections turned out, she'd decided several months ago, she'd go home, spend time with her family, finish her memoirs she'd been working on, and maybe teach a class on International Relations at some local university. After the elections, though, her plans were in limbo. The new President was trying to assemble a workable coalition out of the mess that the voters had delivered in the Commons, and in the meantime, she and Tanvi and all the others had gotten to stay on as a caretaker government. But soon enough, some new Prime Minister would forge a coalition, and she'd be out of a job. The rumors had been spreading about the makeup of a new coalition, and she knew her days at the Foreign Ministry were limited. This would likely be her last foreign trip in any official capacity. As the airplane's wheels hit the ground, she felt the bump she had felt so many times before, and smiled a bit. This was always her favorite part of her job, going to a new place and meeting a new set of people. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up, as did her staffers behind her. The Energy Minister, Paul Chou, gave a crooked smile as he stood up. He wasn't relishing the idea of going into a summit representing a cabinet and a Prime Minister that were relics, just crawling forward every new day until a new Prime Minister came along to depose them.
The airplane's doors opened, and Marie-Claire Beringer stepped out, flashing her diplomat's smile for the cameras and waving for the cameras, as she had so many times before. In that way, at least, this diplomatic trip was exactly the same as her first.