deird_lj: (Default)
[personal profile] deird_lj
This is for [livejournal.com profile] draconin, who requested it. I also included a bonus drabble (because this is really fun - there might even be more! *writes frantically*).

Yes, it's RPF - and no, I am not personally acquainted with the lady in question. I have no idea about her real opinions on Opera House furnishings, or whether she's a fan of Xena. This is, in fact, much more heavily focused on the "F" than it is on the "R"...



Renowned Through All The Lands

Prime Minister!

Prime Minister Gillard.
Prime Minister J Gillard.
The PM.
Madam Prime Minister.
Madam Prime Minister Gillard.
Julia, Head Chick of Oz.
Empress Julia of the Great South Land? Hmm, maybe not.

She sits there musing through the possible titles, as official after official pontificates at her – all in droning voices that are becoming more difficult to listen to the longer they talk.
And of course, it’s all important. Highly important – but she’s heard most of it before, and trying to look intelligently interested in people discussing pork exports when she suddenly has an election to plan – run – win – isn’t that easy.

She’s doing her best, but pork exports becomes public transport, and then the Opera House’s new windows, and then cane toad culling, and then cutlery on Qantas flights… and all she can think about is whether she could get away with having ‘Juliana, Warrior Princess’ on the official government stationery.

These blokes are all the same.
In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if it was one man, slipping out between sessions to change his tie, before coming back in to be the Leading Expert on supermarket prices, and Opera House décor, and then… what is it now? defence strategy. It’s always the same boring pinstripes, the same polite-yet-dull voice, the same tentative and unfunny jokes, the same bland haircut.

Defence Strategy Man has reached the tentative joke portion of the meeting: he finishes his list of routine concerns with “…and, of course, keeping the drop bear population under control,” and Julia smiles politely and agrees “Now that would be a problem! Ha ha.”
…which is exactly what she’s said to the last three meeting jokes this afternoon.

DS Man doesn’t smile back. He coughs, and says “That… err… wasn’t a joke, Madam Prime Minister.”

What? Maybe she’s missed something.

She blinks. “I’m sorry, Mr…” (“Cambry,” her assistant murmurs) “…Cambry, I didn’t catch what you said. You were saying?”

He coughs again. “I was saying, Prime Minister, that it is important for us to monitor the distribution of drop bears across the country, to minimise the number of fatal attacks. Especially given that their natural feeding grounds were severely affected by last year’s bushfires, and they have been migrating closer to densely populated regions, where the…”

Julia sits there, blankly listening to a very serious discussion of options for culling, attack severity, breeding programs, and experimental de-fanging.
Ironically, a conversation about bloodsucking destructive monsters sounds just as horribly boring as the pork exports did. Maybe it’s the room? Nothing can be interesting when you’re surrounded by beige wallpaper.

She asks, for the fifth time, “So… drop bears are real?”

Yes, Prime Minister. Or – as Sir Humphrey would say, ‘we are convinced to within an acceptable margin of error that belief in their existence might not be unwarranted’.” He smiles, thinly.

Ah – tentative jokes. They’re back in familiar realms of conversation. Great.
She laughs, he echoes her, they both smile, and once again she feels in control of the situation.

She’s Prime Minister J.G. the First, and she can handle anything – even the sudden and unexpected existence of imaginary animals.

“Thank you, Mr Cambry. I’ll bear your recommendations in mind, and keep you apprised of all drop-bear-related decisions made by my Cabinet.” She nods in a business-like manner. “Was there anything else?”

“Not really, Prime Minister. I just have a few written updates for you on army recruitment procedures, and also the latest report on the Slayers. Can I assume Mr Rudd has already informed you about Australia’s Slayers?” He looks at her hopefully.

“No… What are they? A kind of missile?”

He sighs. “Well, sort of, Madam Prime Minister. But it’s a slightly complicated –” Another sigh. “This might take a while to explain…”






I Love a Sunburnt Country

“But they’re the Opposition. They’re evil.”

A polite cough. “Very possibly, Prime Minister.”

“And yet somehow you’re sure none of them are vampires?”

“Well, bearing in mind the –”

“Vampires are evil; the Opposition is evil… wouldn’t it make sense for there to be overlap?”

“Err…”

“I’m thinking of installing glass ceilings in the Lower House, just to see who stops showing up on sunny days.” She smiles, triumphantly. “That would probably get rid of at least half the Coalition.”

“Well, you could do that, Prime Minister – if you were sure none of your own party would be affected.”

“Ah…”



Date: 2010-07-28 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] urania-calliope.livejournal.com
Ahhh, ha ha ha! Love it.

Date: 2010-07-28 02:26 am (UTC)
deird1: lilac flowers, with text "how do they rise up" (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Hee! Thanks!

Date: 2010-07-28 09:35 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-29 03:33 am (UTC)
deird1: lilac flowers, with text "how do they rise up" (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Glad you liked this!

Date: 2010-07-28 11:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] draconin.livejournal.com
I love it! Juliana, Warrior Princess indeed! LOL Excellently done.

Date: 2010-07-29 03:33 am (UTC)
deird1: lilac flowers, with text "how do they rise up" (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Thanks!

Date: 2010-07-28 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jl-in-the-lane.livejournal.com
This was fun!

I especially like the drabble.

Date: 2010-07-29 03:33 am (UTC)
deird1: lilac flowers, with text "how do they rise up" (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Thanks!

Date: 2010-07-29 12:13 am (UTC)
ext_30166: Sierra looking holy shit amazing (Default)
From: [identity profile] lavastar.livejournal.com
This was too adorable, I love it!

Date: 2010-07-29 03:33 am (UTC)
deird1: lilac flowers, with text "how do they rise up" (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Thanks!

Profile

deird_lj: (Default)
deird_lj

October 2010

S M T W T F S
      12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 24th, 2017 12:00 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios