The gathering of any government is bound to be a chaotic mess due to the simple fact that any gathering of people are going to have very different ideas and opinions about what should be done, how it should be done and, more oft than otherwise, how the situation could either benefit them the most or hurt them the least. Such things are particularly true for an emergency session, where no scheduled meeting was intended, no agenda was drawn, no plans among groups that might normally collude. Nothing but chaos as each aspect attempts to draw its own conclusions, and reaches desperately into the unexpected chaos for a measure of control.
No different here, then… But this was far from a normal meeting, even taking into consideration its chaotic nature. The room was round with seats and podiums situated around the edge, with a clear space within the middle. One portion of the room was different from the others, with a larger podium and a higher seat. The person seated here wielded a gavel and carried on his face the most serious expression while the others around him bickered and argued, creating nothing but noise, senseless noise that only served to heighten the confusion all of them felt. And he should know far better than most how each of them was feeling.
“Order!” he yelled, banging his gavel. “I will have order!” Silence fell with remarkable reluctance, but fall it most certainly did. “I appreciate your concerns, gentlemen! However, a resolution to this greatly unexpected turn of events will not be found through directionless bickering! Your arguments shall be heard one at a time.”
“I beg your pardon, High Consciousness!” said an emotionless-looking fellow with thick eyeglasses. “As the Dispassionate Observer, surely it is my duty to inform us of what has transpired without emotional attachment? This may assist in the decision-making process, and permit an easier, more manageable flow of discussion.”
High Consciousness looked down at the Dispassionate Observer’s face, which was a mirror to his own save the glasses and the expression, and gave a nod of agreement. “You have the floor.”
With no further prompting, Dispassionate Observer strode forward into the middle of the room and turn to address his fellows. Each of them wearing the same face, each wearing a different kind of expression like a mark of their duty. Their jobs worn upon their faces. Because, as can be gleaned from what has been said and described, this is no ordinary government meeting. One might call it a meeting of the mind. The mind of a very particular young man with a mind so sharp he realised the weaknesses and frailty of human thought, then endeavoured to rid himself of the weakness within by any means he could. To this end, he took his thoughts and gave them compartments. Each with their own conscious task. And though many existed on an unconscious level already, he now had a greater level of control over them. That allowed a core higher consciousness to direct traffic, to take advice from a variety of facets of his own thoughts while being entirely aware of where the advice was coming from and how. This, this was the mind of Lelouch vi Britannia, though these days he tended to go by Lelouch Lamperouge.
“My fellow conscious aspects,” Dispassionate Observer began, adjusting his glasses and flipping open a sturdy-looking notebook. His finger trailed down the page as though to find the right place. “Over the course of the last three days, we have been busily engaged in planning out our course of action. We have established several limitations of our new Geass ability through a careful battery of tests, we have prevented Kallen Stadtfeld from discovering our involvement in the Shinjuku incident with the unknowing assistance of Sayoko, and we have collected the costume for the alter ego we intend to adopt in the pursuit of our plan with the tailor very helpfully erasing all evidence of the costume’s creation.”
Were this anything else, then it might be easy to mistake the tone in his voice for a hint of smugness over their recent achievements. But he was just the observer. It was his role to watch what actually happened from a dispassionate perspective, so that when needs must he could recount it accurately and in as great detail as the situation required. He could not feel smug, for he had no real involvement in the decision-making process.
“While some of our aspects were still reeling from the news that our brother, Clovis, had been found dead and Suzaku Kururugi has been accused of his assassination, we were surprised when a visitor arrived at our home at 19:35 PM. Our fellow student council member and classmate, Shirley Fenette, who had spent the previous few days away from school due to sickness. We enquired if she was feeling better, to which she responded - And I quote verbatim - I’ll be feeling just fine in a moment and so will you!
“At which point, she pinned us to the wall and firmly pressed her lips against ours and then made an eventually successful attempt to insert her tongue into our mouth. Certain aspects have been noted expressing confusion over her actions, while others have been noted indicating a pleasurable response to this unexpected stimuli.”
A slow murmur began to rise once again from the crowd of conscious aspects and this should not be any surprise at all. What else could send a young man’s mind into such levels of turmoil than the unexpected affection of a young woman?
“Order! Order, I say! Now that we have heard an accurate recount of events, would anyone here like to state an intended course of action?”
“Yes, I would like to say something! We should push her away and talk this through! Obviously, Shirley is not in her right state of mind, and besides which we can hardly afford to have any girl hanging on our arm at this crucial time!”
Agreement rose from many of the others in attendance. Their mission, their revenge was too important to be cast aside and this could easily serve as too great a distraction. The rationale was simple, short, but concise and accurate - It spoke of other reasons without bringing them up. The safest thing for both himself and for Shirley was to disengage, and then -
“I say we fuck.”
The Higher Consciousness pinched his nose and winced when he saw who had spoken up. “Of course you would say that. You are the Libido. You exist as an expression of the mating instinct.”
“Does that mean I’m wrong?” Libido asked with a cheeky grin. “Now, you know procedure: I have something to say. That means I’m due to have the floor. You cannot ignore me until I’ve had my say.”
“Very well, but I’ll warn you now that we are not going to simply engage in mindless rutting no matter how much you may wish it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of suggesting it,” Libido said, striding out to the floor with a rather concerning amount of confidence. What could he possibly have to say? Though, one factor Higher Consciousness had not considered was the fact that Libido was drawing from the same well of intelligence as the rest of them. “To begin with: You stated that dating Shirley would prove a great distraction from our stated goal. I disagree. If anything, she could be quite useful… As an alibi. Consider: How difficult would it be for us to use our Geass to ensure she corroborates any alibi story we give her? With the correct wording, she could easily be used to cover for our activities in case anyone becomes suspicious. What’s more, if the two of us were to date it would offset Rivalz’s inevitable suspicions about why we are not gambling with nobility anymore! Shirley has often expressed her disapproval.”
“An intriguing notion, though I offer a counterargument,” Strategy said, standing up and looking briefly over at Higher Consciousness for approval. He gave it with a nod. “We all know how Milly Ashford is: At the first hint that the two of us are dating, she will immediately attempt to discover more details!”
“Which is exactly what she will attempt to do anyway as soon as we start spending time engaged in mysterious activities off campus!” Libido retorted. “If anything, this will be much less suspicious. There are other reasons as well, I should point out, that should be rather obvious!”
“I suppose your other main reason is, as Milly would state, that she is a perfect ten?” Strategy smirked.
“Well… She is, and that hardly hurts,” Libido said with a smug shrug. “She’s also intelligent, likable, charming, energetic, flexible and - honestly, just what we would be looking for in a girlfriend if we were to ever do so. However, that is not the reason I was considering.
”A significant factor in decision making is stress. It can easily lead to mistakes, even with a setup like ours. I mean, look at how we reacted when a girl we’ve known for years suddenly pounces and slips us her tongue! How would we react during a tense battle? Clovis was hardly a tactical genius, understand. After all, we would still have to contend with more experienced commanders, which means we need our head in the game! Athletes often use sex as a way to get rid of tension before their games, so why don’t we try something different? It might take the edge off a little and help us focus on not being killed or captured.”
“Interesting line of thinking,” Strategy conceded. “However, it does rather betray the fundamental core of the problem a little: The notion that Shirley, who has just returned from a leave of absence, is obviously not in her right mind. Not to mention that she might not actually want to have -”
“I beg your pardon,” Dispassionate Observer suddenly declared. “We are all aware that time passes faster within this chamber than the real world, but… It does rather appear as though something new is happening. It appears that Shirley is unbuckling our belt and grinding her hips rather intensely against ours. Furthermore, it appears as though she has tossed her underwear to the other side of the room.”
A silence fell over the hall. Libido crossed his arms triumphantly.
“Ahem. Well, there is also the problem of her not being in her right state of mind, not to mention the various biological complications. For example, we could easily wind up having to worry about knocking her -”
“Ah, yet further information!” Dispassionate Observer interrupted again. “She appears to have produced a condom.”
Another silence. Libido started to chuckle with a little hint of mania, while everyone else adjusted their collars.
“Th-that’s still no reason that we should, ah - Wait, hold on. What’s happening now?”
“She appears to have put the condom in her mouth, and is using it to roll it along our… Ugh…”
Suddenly, every aspect began to fidget very obviously where they sat, or in two cases stood. They were quite obviously making a pretty good attempt to restrain themselves from expressing a rather significant amount of pleasure. Most of them were failing, even the Observer, who arguably got the full brunt of it. This aspect had not been fully prepared for the full level of sensation such activities offered. Not even partly prepared.
“This session is adjourned!” Higher Consciousness quickly declared, banging his gavel repeatedly. “We reconvene once we have finished getting our end away.”
- Lemon scene ahoy!
- Shirley tells Lelouch everything that happened, but has no evidence beyond the impossible knowledge she has.
- Shirley doesn’t tell Lelouch anything, deciding to keep it secret for the time being.
- Shirley tells Lelouch a little of the truth, but just the parts that don’t make her sound completely insane.
- The next day at school, Shirley tries seducing Kallen. For some reason.
- Something else
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