Memoirs of Prime Minister

[Francis looks a little distracted and uncertain. He lets out a sigh.]

I wonder if I might prevail on one of the ladies of the Barge for some company? [He smiles in acknowledgement of how it sounds.] Nothing, untoward, I... just was reminded of how I missed my wife in that port. She's an intelligent, witty woman and I very much relied on her to give me a grounding.

[Francis, upon realising that he's not this kind of dresser. Ever, looks down at his clothes, takes a deep breath and. Gets over it. A wacky suit is hardly an injury worth grinding your teeth over and easily remedied besides.

And so he does, returning to his room, stripping off the... very bright clothes and putting on a somewhat plainer grey trousers, a blue cotton cardigan and a lighter blue shirt beneath.

As he finishes, he gets himself a drink and activates the video function for himself.] 

( [Private to Self] )

[Public]

[When the video changes to public, Francis has the... outfit, if you can even call it that, on a hanger, looking it over. He glances over to the camera with an eyebrow raised.] Apparently, we do need accessories for floods. 

[He gives the camera his full attention.] Possibly some of the Old Guard would care to share with us Novices just what they've found useful over their time here? Some of you have been here years as I understand it. At  the very least it should be on that pamphlet somewhere. Anyone would like to volunteer?