The Solidarity offices in Central London have been a buzzing hive of activity in the last few weeks, as campaign material flies between desks and stages of production. Keyboards clack away incessantly and the faint sound of sobbing staffers is audible in the break room. Despite all of this, /u/eruditefellow remains perfectly dressed and manicured, calmly directing work and typing his own messages when the Prime Minister drops in. He sits down with Erudite to help him finish off a few last memos and answer questions he needed outside consultation on for safety. The couple of reporters around the office wonder at it for a moment, seeming such a strange turn of fortunes that has turned the man at the desk into the Solidarity candidate for Central London. Yet, none have found any fault in his dedication or the quality of his work, all of which bear the passion and genuineness of a true believer. Even those working with him in the office likely reserve some skepticism, but all enjoy his presence and leadership.

After several minutes discussion and collaborative work, the Prime Minister takes further action, and drags the candidate up from his chair after sending one last email.

"Come now man, you've been working for a week, I've got one last rally, and it's all done, let's grab coffee and get you out of this office finally."

While begrudging at first, the candidate submit and allows the Prime Minister to force him to take a break after a campaign well fought.