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[choosetruth]

Who: Georgia Mason, the crew of After the End Times, and YOU
Where: Republican National Convention
When: the year 2040. But also all through the event.
Rating: idk PG-13, will update if it gets higher.
Summary: Georgia Mason, head of After the End Times and well-known Newsie, is here at the Republican National Convention ready to make some NEWS.
The Story:

The Republican National Convention is a fucking madhouse, but Georgia's used to that. Weeks in on the campaign trail, she's working harder than ever and driving herself to near death trying to run a site and write and cover everything that happens during the election. She's got plenty of betas and interns, of course, and they help, but she still pushes herself to cover as much of everything as she can.

She's here, a vision of journalistic integrity in black and white, sunglasses firmly planted on her face and press pass clipped to her blazer. If she sees a politician or someone else that looks even mildly interesting, she's likely to approach, recorder in hand.

"Excuse me? Georgia Mason, After the End Times. Do you have time for a few words?"

[Come get interviewed, or reply one of the starters below! If none of them work poke me at antivillain and I can set something up.]

Comments

[choosetruth]

[She does not reach for her gun, punch him, or flinch. For that level of restraint, she's pretty sure she deserves a medal. Rocket is such a fucking asshole.]

Too bad my favorite Irwin is nowhere in sight.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, it's a little weird to see you two not in each other's eyeline. I almost didn't recognize you.

[He slides into the seat across from her, uninvited.] How's the convention treating you?

[choosetruth]

He's out walking the interns. [Actually literally. They haven't managed to rustle up any zombies outside, but Shaun lives in hope.]

Well, I keep being recognized, even without my brother around, so that's been interesting.

[She's always been in the public eye, but there's a very big difference between being "one of the Mason kids" and being "Georgia Mason." People know her and her work now, and they keep treating her like a big deal. She's almost getting used to it, but it's still weird as hell.]

You?

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket props his feet up on one of the other chairs and folds his hands behind his head.] Being on my best behavior, which seems to be getting me clicks. Everyone's placing pets on whether I can keep this up or what I'm gonna do to stir shit up.

[he shrugs.] Stanfeed's cornering the market on that side though. They make me look like a professional and not a dirty jackass from Philly who blogs from his garage.

[choosetruth]

[Fucking Stanfeed. Georgia's eye roll is barely concealed by her sunglasses.]

I'd do an expose on their shady business practices, but it's not like it's a secret. They've never pretended to be respectable.

[beatupgrass]

I know. I love it when people are so honest about how disreputable they are, and just don't give a shit, and people give them ratings anyway, 'cause it's funny.

[Said Rocket, who is self-aware to know that applies to his blog which is honest, but is also it's own brand of clickbait. And a garbage blog.]

[choosetruth]

[She just takes a slow sip of coke, raising an eyebrow over her sunglasses.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket just gives her a flat look.] My garbage is actually factual garbage. And everyone should know how to make a shoebox bomb.

[choosetruth]

Yes, because the need for shoebox bombs comes up so often in daily life.

[Georgia actually knows how to make several explosives out of common household materials. Growing up around Irwins tends to teach you these kinds of thing. Still, she'd hardly call it necessary knowledge.]

[beatupgrass]

You're clearly not living your best possible life if they don't.

[That's Irwin Logic right there.]

[choosetruth]

I'm okay with that. [Shaun lives enough best possible life for both of them.] I'll stick with longest possible life, thank you.