"What do we want?!" A young brunette woman shouts among a crowd.

"Varys!" The crowd around her replied.

"When do we want it?!"

"Now!"

A small smile crept upon her face as she led the crowd to Tobias headquarters. Along the way she would pause and the chant would be repeated. They were all gathered to campaign for Varys to have his own headquarters. It was awfully greedy of Tobias to keep the best option for auth to himself. It was downright frustrating when she took a glance at all the rest. None would do. Only Varys.

Having created signs she had attached them with nails to wood posts. Lifting them up she began to hammer the first one in on Tobias front line. Each and everyone one of them read "Varys" in big bold letters with whatever she could get her hands on to make them. The rest of the crowd followed suit until the pathway and door were blocked.

Shut the fuck up and mind your own business, civilian. No one wants to do you any favors. You drag his great name down with your absolute idiocy.

I'd like to point out you aren't that far off Civilian yourself, so why do you feel you are suddenly so much better? OH wait.. You aren't.

Maybe you could explain why, instead of just holding signs.

Paddy wanders through the streets, seeing a youngn holding what seemed to be a political campaign. Not the type to care too much, but liked to entertain such ideas, Paddy observed. After the initial feedback dies down, Paddy steps up. 

Given the man's status he's clearly been nothing but a blessing to the Chicago outfit. Now given his bloodline I'm sure the man has a good understanding of how things work around here. Now if we voted for years of families, I would have found a way to vote twice for my own boss. Good man, takes care of his people. Unfortunately for those of you that wished this was more of a democratic process, I found myself lucky to land a spot within his headquarters. 

Having felt he had said his piece, Paddy let's his hand wander through his coat. Emerging seconds later with a what looked to be a hand rolled cigarette. The smell after he lit it hinted there was something else rolled inside as well. 

Quickly realizing his mistake. Paddy adds

Head of families. Not years. My apologies, the giggle smoke takes its toll on a man's brain. 

It had been a while since Osiris had made his way outside of his compound. But he heard Alyssa chanting outside of The Divergent HQ. "Varys for auth" he thought to himself. He smiled and lit his smoke before speaking. "Is this something Don Varys wants? I mean there is a lot of work, responsibility, and needless to say stress, that comes with being a leader in this thing of ours. It's not the fame and luxuries that it seems. Now if this is something that Don Varys would like, then I'd be happy to sign the petition or whatever you have going here and support it! I'm all about strong individuals growing their cities."  Osiris took a few more puffs and walked back among the streets.

Yeeeahh, woooooo, free the weed...

...oh, my bad, wrong protest.

Filthy quickly shuffles back into the crowd and check the address on his flyer...

Where is this girl? She is a psychic!

PlayStation3 wanders off