The breakfast table, 18th Nov.

[therealpm]

*Peter wakes early, still bouyed up by the election results and heads downstairs for a cup of tea and a yoghurt. His phone buzzes as the kettle boils. An update from The Machine.

Sipping his tea slowly, he scrolls through the results and nearly spills it everywhere when he reaches The Machine's conclusions, which have been carefully bolded so he can't possibly miss them. A quick enquiry confirms that the results have been double, triple and quadruple checked- there is no uncertainty.

Grinning, he types out a text message.*


Text from 07### ######

John,

your presence is required. ASAP.

-Peter


*He sips his tea again, considering how to procede. A little background music wouldn't go amiss.*

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*Meanwhile, at the Bercow household, John is trying to get the children ready for a day trip. He's arguing with Oliver about the need for shoes when his phone buzzes.*

Oliver, unless you put those trainers on this instant I swear to Merlin I'll-

-Oh who the fu- fudgecake is that?

*John picks up his phone, opens the message and rolls his eyes.*

Text from 078## ######

Peter,

Rather busy at the moment. What is it?

-John

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Text from 078## ######

Peter,

Hope you enjoy your first day.

-John