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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.]

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Designated Escort Point (TM)

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Cullen checks his watch, dutifully. Five minutes later he checks his watch again, displeased. Five more, concerned. One radio conversation later, annoyed. She is fine, she is on her way. He does not check his watch anymore.

Only frowns down at the recorded as she shoves it at him.

"Did you do that to everyone on the way? No wonder you're late."

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"If they're going to make me go through this ridiculous charade, the least I can do is get something out of it." And it is absolutely a charade. She understands that there's danger, she just doesn't think she's particularly safer with a bodyguard. Needles change the game. One bodyguard can't defend against that, and more than one is just fodder for a full outbreak.

Then again, one bodyguard can keep her from going places she's not supposed to be. She kind of suspects that's more the point.

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At least they both agree that they have better things to do, not that his employer would appreciate hearing Cullen say as much on record.

"Your access privileges to Governor Endicott's campaign don't come without stipulations, as you were made well aware. If you'd prefer to trade them for a place in the crowd, be my guest."

He eyes her up and down, long overdue scrutiny from secondhand reports about her involvement in the campaign. At least there is a serving of common sense in her gear. With luck it might just extend to the rest of her.

"You have a schedule item at 6:30 sharp. The day until then is yours, so-" -and never has a phrase in the history of the world been said with less enthusiasm- "-lead the way."

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She gives him a sunny smile which on her face just looks horrifying and sarcastic and starts striding away, trusting him to keep up.

"So what'd you do to get stuck with blogger babysitting duty?"

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He would love a full answer to that himself, just to know exactly which steps to avoid the next time. He knows that he is one of the fewer who can provide the access privileges she was promised, while keeping a watchful eye to make sure she doesn't help herself to others. He wonders if they were after favourable press, making it look good by sending someone of rank to protect her after the attacks. If it was his article, he'd only scold them for wasting resources.

...More or less, anyway. The small fact remains that he did not protest as heavily as he could have. The small fact remains that he would be coordinating security checkrooms from the break room right now, if it wasn't for this assignment. And, their latest and deadliest findings considered, he'd rather go after the discovery in the field.

"We all have our jobs to do," he dismisses. "You can tell me where you're intending to do yours next, instead."

A checkpoint is coming up soon, he knows as much. Where she intends to go afterwards is still guesswork.

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"I want to check the security feeds." She misses Buffy at times like this. She wouldn't have to ask to check the security feeds if Buffy were still here. Buffy would just have them as a matter of course.

But they couldn't trust Buffy even if she were still alive. So doing things the more legal way is her only option.

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Cullen flips through all the considerations her request entails. In truth he already knows his answer. In practice--

"Searching for what, exactly?"

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She shrugs. "Answers. I'll let you know when I see it." There are too many variables for her to be sure what specifically she'll find, but it wouldn't be the first time she found something that the authorities missed.