call for help {TOWN HALL/OPEN}

He could have thought this through better. It all started on a whim; if Wynn had been anything, realistic was not one of them. Wynn has always been thankful for the support his partner provides. Sometimes he feels bad, though, as his ideas are always go. Like the river as it flows, he wants to keep rushing down that stream in his excited pursuit of having a pool of success. His biggest downfall was that he always drove to achieve more. A few rocks may block his path, but as rivers bend to their roadblocks, they will find a way to the lake.

Tybalt's death was one of those things. Tybalt's death reminded him of a hushed childhood, a shared womb, a warm blanket, a knitted cap. But District One was never something Wynn could remember. In his mind, it was just there, but he would never bleed for the place. Seven was his home and where he grew into the man he is now. And now, as a mayor, he bites his tongue in the shower at the thought. The thought flurries up, flashes like a camera from the press, and his head gets blinded by it.

How was he a truly fit mayor? Since taking office, he has felt like a bit of a dud. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to do something with his district. But it felt nearly impossible to complete the task, leading him to today. Today is a town hall that Wynn has organized for citizens to come in and express concerns regarding the district. It may be things they'd like to see get changed, it may be events for the district, anything. Wynn wants to get a view of what the district wants. Because he doesn't even know what the district wants.

Given the district's population, the hall he was using was a small little thing. But it also makes sense. Not many people have come to the town hall in the past, so why would they come now? It held maybe 200 people at maximum, so the place was intimate. He wonders if they ever thought of installing air conditioning in the place. Even in the cool breath of spring, the stuffy, hot nature of the building made it hard to focus. No wonder this place never got used.

In front of the mayor lay a paper, pen, and microphone to ensure he's heard. There was also a glass of water, as a parched throat made him sound unprepared. Nothing's more embarrassing than a croaked defense. He was ready to take notes, hear, and adapt his (nearly blank) plans for the district. He had one idea boiling in the back of his mind, but no - it couldn't happen. His advisor suggested that if he wanted to tease his latest idea, he should do it when the room wasn't wired up. The Capitol could never hear of his deepest plans.

Sources say he wasn't lying when he wanted to expand educational resources. Wynn wanted to give the children opportunities that many others have had, ones that many richer districts have provided, but no, he couldn't speak on it. Wynn fears he'd be killed if the Capitol heard of it.

Wynnn taps the microphone, once, twice. "Y'all can hear me, yeah?" He swallows, taking a swig of his glass of water. A thud as he places the cup down almost too hard, before he opens the floor. "Great." Cough. The mayor probably should have planned his introduction better, but nothing is better than the present. "Well, welcome. I'm pleased to see... some turnout, at least. Is there anyone that would like to start?"

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Wynn is hosting a town hall meeting! This is for any citizens to express concerns for the district. That may be things they want him to address, things that he should improve on, generally, it's for any resident of Seven to tell their mayor what they'd like to see change! He's currently lost on what direction he wants to take the district, despite a very feint, highly dangerous idea that resides in the back of his mind. Help him gain some traction!

If you have a citizen that would like to attend and can't, or they just don't want to go to the meeting, they can mail in any concerns to the town hall using this form!