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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]

His mom's going to be angry, and he still sounds scared in a way that's entirely different from the life-or-death adrenalin of the field. Dammit. She doesn't know his situation. Maybe she's reading it entirely wrong. But her instincts are usually good.

"Look. Here's the best I can offer: go back to your room. I won't tell security, so long as you write an article about it and break it as soon as you can. Then stay there. There's plenty of research you can do without putting yourself in danger. Watch what footage you can find, read reports, look for anything that seems particularly amiss."

She remembers being young and impatient to be allowed into the field. Being benched sucks. But no one here has time to babysit either.

"And if you put in a request for an interview with After the End Times after the convention is over? I suspect their Factual News head will be feeling generous."

[fancylad]

"But--!"

He starts to argue, instantly. He wants to argue. He doesn't want to go to his room, where he'll feel useless. Where his dad will punish him if he so much as looks away from his computer screen for the foreseeable future.

But she's right. There's a lot he can do from his computer. A lot of times, that's all he has, when he finds he can't break into the right places. When he finds he can't get away from his parents.

And then she offers an interview. He turns back to her, eyes wide, unsure what to say. That's... She's offering him the most credible news source there is, in his eyes.

"O-Okay, Ms. Georgia." He nods. He doesn't know how to process how generous she really is being, all things considered, and it shows on his face. "Okay."

He starts to back away, like he doesn't really want to leave, and he doesn't. He hesitates, comes to a stop.

And he holds out his pinky.

"You promise?"

[choosetruth]

She gives his pinky a bewildered look. She has... never actually heard of pinky swearing. Don't judge her, she hates physical contact with anyone who isn't her brother.

"...yes, I promise. I don't generally make statements that I don't mean."

She sounds very slightly insulted. She's Georgia Mason. Of course she means it.

[fancylad]

Angus stares at her, then at his offered pinky. She looks... pretty confused by it.

Rather than explain and feel foolish about it, Angus just forces a small laugh and drops the pinky, scratching the side of his head instead.

"Um. N-Nevermind. I know," he says, embarrassed. "Thank you, ma'am."

As covertly as possible, he sneaks out of the room, taking the door this time. Before he can change his mind.