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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]

"We follow the money." Georgia tugs out her handheld and starts typing into it. "Make a list of anyone, and I mean anyone no matter how unlikely, who could have had the resources. Find out who's funding them. See how they or their lobbyists might profit."

It's slow and it's not glamorous, but well... that's news for you. If you're not going to be an Irwin, you get the important and boring work.

[normandysbest]

She sighs, chewing on the inside of her lip a little. Unfortunately, she is an Irwin, and that means she wants to punch this problem faster than she wants to science it.

"That's gonna be a damn long list, considering we're spending the weekend with some of the most high profile rich assholes this side of the continent." She shifts her weight again to her other foot, obviously impatient. "Not to mention that whoever it is could strike again, if we're not careful. We need to do something fast."

[choosetruth]

"And we're back to where the fuck do we start." Georgia frowns, pacing impatiently. "We can't do anything. Not unless we know who we're acting against. Short of investing in more body armor, we've got nothing."

[normandysbest]

She hums pensively, trying to get her head around what to do, finally dropping her hands when she has something resembling a plan.

"Look. We're at an event with the highest percentage of bloggers from anywhere. So we do what we do best. We turn up the heat. No stone unturned, no politician unharassed. See what bends. She what breaks." She's already urging to move, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "And hey, if somebody needs to be reminded that they're not invincible, I can already think of about fifteen ways to let them catch these hands."