KANNYYYYYYYYYY

[at some point midday, Junpei is going to try to catch Zelda alone for a second]

Hey, you got a minute? As you can probably suspect, it's about votes...

[sometime after votes have been at least initially arranged yet before too late in the day, Junpei sets up the same little side area as before for an actual for real date. Basically it looks the same, cafe table arranged behind some tasteful prop hedges and stuff for privacy, but this time he's strung up some fairy lights and nabbed a pasta dinner and nice bottle of wine. Junpei's dressed up in a tasteful button down and actually 0 vests, and a hopeful, nervous grin]

Kinda feels like we just did this, huh.

[at some point, probably by early afternoon, santa may decide to go find junpei for the meeting they've arranged... his dressing room door is cracked open and he is on the floor with his darkened tablet balanced on his outstretched legs, upper body leaned against the back wall, head drooped. cups and wrappers and chairs and discarded vests are scattered liberally in various states of crumpledness and there are some dents and stains on the walls in a way that could be a tantrum but could just be college boy. by the grace of god it doesn't smell too musty...yet.

he doesn't stir when santa approaches]

[Junpei waits until there's a break in the people complaining about the turnout or begging for votes to shuffle Santa into his dressing room again--if nothing else, they won't be interrupted.]

Uh, so what did you want to do with these votes? And given that we've got a lot more acquaintances here than expected, who all do you want to let in on this alliance?