Presidential Jamboree! (Open and Invite)

The race against who would be president of this planet was very interesting to Dr Elrem. Dr Elrem had attended the party and after helping the local law enforcement in Central City and helping them stop criminals, he was greeted with open arms with Detective Browns in the mix. 

"Ah, Dr Elrem its a pleasure to see you again." 

Dr Elrem holding a glass of fine wine for the occasion.

"Nice to see you again."

Mechacong wasn't going to attend the event and he was back on the main ship and shut down for the night. So Dr Elerm had to perform his schemes by himself. After continuing to chat in idle with one another and watching to see who would win the race, it was announce that the pink haired man had won the election and Dr Elrem spotted him from the crowd rather easily due to his pink hair. Dr Elerm had excused himself from Detective Brown and headed over to to where the new president was at.

"Congratulations on the victory. I am Dr Elrem, tuffle scientist researcher that has helped the local law enforcement of Central City with their criminals. by giving them new gadgets to help track them down."

Dr Elrem fixing his glasses in place and giving Chomei a warm smile with his eyes closed in excitement.

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An absent King and now a new President, Sitri had picked a perfect time to visit this galaxy. The Herald had adopted a new form to distance himself from Sativa and his original appearance, donning the look of an ancient Namekian warrior. Valac was fastened tightly to his chest as decorated armor, and the duo had a large white cloak pulled over their hulking seven-foot frame. It wasn't easy to LOCATE any of the candidates as the votes were being tallied. Despite being a 'celebrity,' Steel was nowhere to be found, the same being true for Yogu. Sitri resorted to tracking down powerful energy signatures and looking for the telltale giveaway of Chomei - a martial artist with pink hair.

The man's dojo would be a stupid place to be during such an event, so when Sitri stumbled across a pair of powerful signatures - and Elrem - the Shisenshi was flabbergasted. A stone's throw from the public dojo was a village, and there he found his target—targets, now that he recognized Yogu among the crowd. Made sense, he supposed; two of the candidates were related. It wasn't hard to make his way toward the two. Villagers and guests quieted upon his approach, easily moving from his path as Sitri stalked toward the Oms.

"And what's this? The President and his would-be President cousin?" The cloak lowered, allowing the 'Namekian' to smirk at them widely. "Congratulations, Chomei. From what I've heard, Earth will have a hard time recovering from the scandals of Derry... and those accords. Nasty, aren't they?"

Trying his best not to immediately groan, Chomei clasped the bridge of his nose with his fingers, ignoring the rousing cheer surrounding him. Some people had given him playful shoves, and he'd done his best to give them reciprocating smiles. Letting his hands fall to his sides, he watched as the crowds began to move around. Bottles popped open, someone had set up a firework nearby. The rocket soared into the air, creating a fair, red explosion a few hundred feet up.

Chomei, illumined by the faint red glow, caught a flicker of movement off to his side. Turning, he spotted a scientist—Someone he didnt recognize—And returned their greeting with a simple nod. "Oh? A tuffle huh? Well... we can use all the help we can get. Let's hope for a brighter future, eh?" He tried to sound enthusiastic, but he felt his voice came out a little strained. He was jostled roughly, not a moment later, and when he looked down he heard the familiar voice of his cousin.

He smiled warmly, glad that Yogu had come after all. He was about to reply, but his cousin had continued. He smelled like smoke, which was usually a bad sign. And he seemed off. Angry almost... Which Chomei couldn't blame him for.

Looking at him more closely now... He was definitely angry...

What about? It was sort of obvious, Chomei thought. He'd seen the poll numbers, how people had made fun of Yogu on TV. He was obviously making an effort to stick around. And on that note, Yogu made to leave, almost as soon as he congratulated him. Chomei reached out, grasping him by the shoulder. "Woah! Hold on... I got something I need ta' talk to you about actually... Think you could stick around for a bit? Enjoy the part for a few? I'm waiting to see if some folks show..."

His voice trailed off as a rather large namekian approached the group. He didnt particularly like the way he referred to his cousin, but decided to let it slide. He winced silently—They'd all heard the rumors of why Derry had gone MIA. They'd begun to spread like wildfire in the days leading up to the election. "Sure... If the rumors are true. Which... Let's hope they're not. I'll uh, see what I can do about the accords. There's probably a lot I have to do first..." He sighed. "There's always some other problem. All jobs are like that I suppose,"

He felt the stinging pain of Steel's slap, which brought him back into the moment. He turned, eyeing the man, but quickly let a smile creep back onto his face. "Um... We'll see man. Glad you showed up though... Later tonight, I gotta talk to you and Yogu bout' something,"

"But, it was a good fight, you and Yogu. The election I mean..."

Just when he was almost out of there, Choh dragged him, kicking and screaming back. Figuratively, of course, it was a lot less dramatic than that. However, staying at a party for longer than he emotionally prepared for was his worst nightmare. The boy knew this wasn't the case, but he could feel the eyes of the partygoers on him. Voices snickering and making fun of him for his latest blunder. Yogu droops slightly, "Yeah, I could hang out for a while... I guess." It was going to be a long night. But his cousin seemed pretty serious about whatever this chat was about. He supposed he could hang around to see Choh's first serious presidential talk. For now, it was best to put some distance between himself and his cousin. The desire to punch him again was surprisingly strong. He starts walking away, "Well, I'm gonna go mingle with the-" and bumps into the chest of a tall Namekian fellow that he has to crane his head up to get a good look at.

Something about the guy sent a chill down Yogu's back, and the would-be president comment sets a frown on his face. While the nerd makes small talk with the scarred-up plant man, Yogu continues to back away while eyeing Sitri suspiciously. The kid stumbles into Choh and the other would-be president. "Oh, heya, Steelio! Real sucky that neither of us is president, huh?" His nose catches the scent of sugary STEEL BRU, and he almost reaches out to take the cup from Donût. But, like with punching Chomei again, he holds back. It wouldn't be too hard to take some when no one was looking later anyway.

Right, he was trying to tell his cousin something. He speaks in a hushed tone to his two buddies, "Hey, that Namekian guy giving off a bad vibe to either of you? Personally, he's givin' me the willies." Maybe it was just because his cousin was suddenly the president now, but he was feeling extra cautious out of nowhere. Despite really wanting to punch Choh right now, he was also feeling ready to dive in front of a bullet for him at the drop of a hat. How paradoxical. It was very telling of his past life experiences that suspicious people were immediately assumed to be assassins.

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For the briefest of moments, right after Chomei mentioned a need to talk with both Steel and Yogu... Steel's smile completely vanished. Donût nodded, with a solemn seriousness, while giving Chomei a direct bit of eye-contact. He also gave Chomei another pat on the back, a soft and gentle one this time, along with a squeeze on the arm.

Then, it was back to the not-so-serious Steel, full of laughs and grins and boisterous booming noise. He held out his cup to Yogu... the Steel BRU drink needed some more product testing in Donût's opinion. It was sickly sweet and WAY too alcoholic for his tastes. There were going to be other, more public times when he had to be seen "enjoying" a "refreshing" cup of Steel BRU, but Chomei's private presidential party? He could pass.

Right after passing Yogu the cup of BRU, Steel gave him a friendly tap to the shoulder with his now-free hand.

"Yeah, I hear ya! I really thought I had a shot there fer a lil' bit, but... tha people'f spoken, and I guess tha best man fer tha job won!"

After practically shouting out his response to Yogu's first question, Steel got serious again and whispered between Chomei and Yogu, once he was sure the Namekian was standing a bit away.

"Yeah, I wus meanin' ta ask. Sum guy like Elrem attendin' this shindig, I understand. He's got connections an' wutnot, but do ya know this Namekian guy, Chomei? Or did he just show up?"

After the whisper, to allay suspicions and ensure that nobody could hear Chomei and Yogu's responses if they weren't a few steps away, Steel laughed and added...

"Say, Yogu! Ya gotta let me know tha next time yer back in East City! Brexercise just ain't tha same without ya!"

During Yogu's brief stint as Mister Steel's "guest" or "roommate", the young lad was undoubtedly exposed to Donût's fitness freak schedule. There wasn't a single sweet in the entire apartment, ever. Most meals had consisted of lean proteins and fresh veggies, along with "healthy" carbs from WHOLE GRAIN bread and tubers. And then there had been the smoothies. Nearly all of the fruit that was in the apartment had gone into a smoothie at some point or another, along with veggies, protein powder, and various supplements for vitamins and fiber.

Then there had been "Brexercise"... a set of intense exercises that Donût performed every morning. Every. Single. Morning. At five AM, he got up and began a set of body-weight and in-place cardio exercises, which went for about twenty minutes all around. Then he got up and began blasting music while going for a high-speed run on a treadmill specially designed for ki-enhanced fighters. Once his blood was pumping, after an hour or so of straight running, there was weight-lifting, more body-weight exercises, burpees, and then TEN THOUSAND reps of a single type of punch or kick.

In-between sets of exercises, Steel had cooked small meals or had single bites of a big, protein-laden breakfast. Thus combining the first meal of the day with exercise... Oh, and if he wasn't listening to music, then Steel was listening to some audiobook, or just straight up READING a book while running in place or weightlifting, with someone helping to turn the pages.

And, of course, every day that Yogu had been staying in the Steel Penthouse Suite, Donût had insisted that he join in on the morning ritual. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. At five in the morning. Perhaps it was more insane that Donût had often said he was letting Yogu "sleep in"... implying that Mister Steel often got up earlier.