6:00 AM, Buckinghamshire

[therealpm]

*He's been semi concious for about half an hour (fucking birds and their fucking dawn chorus) by the time his alarm goes off at six. He rolls over to tap it off and nearly falls when the bed turns out to be a sofa and the bedside table turns out to not exist.

Urgh.

He rubs the sleep and remnants of last night's glamour charm off his face and goes to make two cups of tea. There's no signs of life from upstairs but perhaps that's to be expected. John's campaign thus far has reeked of indolence at every level. Peter will have to set about sorting that (and their finances) later - for now he needs to get Bercow out doorstepping.

There's a heavy copper-bottomed pan hanging from the wall. By the look of it, it's never been used for anything other than show. He grabs a ladle and gives it an experimental thwack.*

BONG

BONG

BONG

*Peter pauses, from the muffled cursing and thuds as various objects are knocked to the floor, it would appear that upstair's occupant has finally awoken.*

...BONG

Comments

[therealpm]

*Pete grumbles and signs the note.*

Well I'm not using Benji.

*He shoves the pad of paper over to John.*

Write a note to let them know 'Bobby' is now running the campaign, and cast a glamour.

*He'd spent the entire car journey trying to get a glamour to stick, but as little as the constituency regarded John at the moment, it liked Peter even less and the spell always fizzled out.*

[bamfbercow]

*John finds a stack of post-its on his desk and writes a quick cover note which is stuck to Peter's instructions. He leaves them on the front desk where they should be noticed - he can always call the office and point it out to them when he finds a patch of constituency with phone signal.*

*John looks at the map with the route Peter has prepared for him. It's a small village a few miles over which shouldn't take too long to get to. It also contains a few home on Peter's list of 'hits' for donations. The rest of the route appears to wind back to the office. All in all it's a rather good plan - for a candidate half John's age.*

*John puts the thought to one side for a moment and turns to Peter's request. He could mock Peter for not being able to cast even a simply glamour here, but the smirk falls from his face as he starts to struggle with the spell himself - he didn't realise he had grown so used to the power of the Mace. His link with the constituency magic was unpleasantly strained. John tried not to worry about it too much and instead focused his nervous energy on transforming Peter.*

*Eventually, and with much pulling of ridiculous facial expressions, John gets a charm to stick. It's not his best work, but Peter certainly doesn't look like himself anymore.*

*John grabs a mirror off of one of the desks and hands it to Peter.*

I trust this meets with your approval?

[therealpm]

*Peter prods his face experimentally and grimaces. They're not the features he'd choose to be saddled with for two weeks but he supposes they'll have to do.*

I suppose so.

*He checks his watch. 8:30 am with fourteen days until polls open and they haven't even started canvassing most of the villages. He squares his shoulders. It'll be interesting.*

Jack can go with you - dogs play well on the doorstep, particularly with the sectors you're targeting.

*They head off into the morning sunlight, carefully locking the constituency office door behind them.*