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longislandiceme) wrote2011-11-06 11:13 am
longislandiceme) wrote2011-11-06 11:13 am
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Creed Presidential Campaign HQ, Atlanta, Georgia [Sunday Fandom-Time]
Any other time, Bobby would've at least stuck around long enough after class Friday to be included in a certain call to action. But after his father's stunt during that interview with Trish, Bobby had been anxious enough regarding the potential fallout that he'd booked a portal to get back to the campaign HQ as soon as possible.
From this base, Graydon Creed, arch anti-mutant bigot and leader of the Friends of Humanity sect has orchestrated a slick third party candidacy, playing upon the people's fear of mutants. A candidacy that could lead to a very dark future not only for mutants, but for everyone. At Scott Summers' insistence, X-Men Bobby Drake and Sam Guthrie have inflitrated the campaign to relay information back to the team.
Under the guise of volunteer Drake Roberts, Bobby was currently flipping through a stack of papers that had been faxed over.
The man arrested at Trish Tilby's talk show for making an outburst when she was interviewing Creed is refusing to give his name, Bobby read. Just a concerned citizen who doesn't want to see a hatemonger like Creed elected. Terrific, he snorted lightly under his breath, stuffing the papers into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. My dad, the humanitarian. Hopefully he can keep himself out of any more trouble until I can bail him out.
"Oh, Drake! You're a big strong lad," Carly Alvarez purred as she came up to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Can you help corral the media circus that's gathered out front?"
"No problem, Carly. Um- do you know where Samson Guthry is at the moment?" Bobby asked, hoping to get a chance to update Sam on the 'concerned citizen' issue.
"Oh, sure," Carly said lightly. "He's getting Creed."
A few minutes later, they stood outside as Creed was about to take the stage.
"All right, gentlemen! Settle down! The man himself is about to take the podium! Without further ado, the next President of the United States of America, Mister Graydon Creed!"
"What do you think, Carly? Do you think Creed's actually going to pull this off?" Bobby asked, joining in on the crowd's applausing since it was expected.
"I think- what is, is," Carly shrugged, turning to flag down a member of the press she'd pegged as sympathetic to 'the cause'.
What is, is? Now how deep is that? Bobby allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes at that little remark. Seriously, what did that even mean? Turning back to the grandstand, he listened as Creed began to speak.
"Thank you! Thank you all very much! Now as to our platform committee's resolution..."
[ooc: dialogue cribbed from X-Men #59, NFB, but open for texts or phone calls because... why not, that's why.]
From this base, Graydon Creed, arch anti-mutant bigot and leader of the Friends of Humanity sect has orchestrated a slick third party candidacy, playing upon the people's fear of mutants. A candidacy that could lead to a very dark future not only for mutants, but for everyone. At Scott Summers' insistence, X-Men Bobby Drake and Sam Guthrie have inflitrated the campaign to relay information back to the team.
Under the guise of volunteer Drake Roberts, Bobby was currently flipping through a stack of papers that had been faxed over.
The man arrested at Trish Tilby's talk show for making an outburst when she was interviewing Creed is refusing to give his name, Bobby read. Just a concerned citizen who doesn't want to see a hatemonger like Creed elected. Terrific, he snorted lightly under his breath, stuffing the papers into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. My dad, the humanitarian. Hopefully he can keep himself out of any more trouble until I can bail him out.
"Oh, Drake! You're a big strong lad," Carly Alvarez purred as she came up to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Can you help corral the media circus that's gathered out front?"
"No problem, Carly. Um- do you know where Samson Guthry is at the moment?" Bobby asked, hoping to get a chance to update Sam on the 'concerned citizen' issue.
"Oh, sure," Carly said lightly. "He's getting Creed."
A few minutes later, they stood outside as Creed was about to take the stage.
"All right, gentlemen! Settle down! The man himself is about to take the podium! Without further ado, the next President of the United States of America, Mister Graydon Creed!"
"What do you think, Carly? Do you think Creed's actually going to pull this off?" Bobby asked, joining in on the crowd's applausing since it was expected.
"I think- what is, is," Carly shrugged, turning to flag down a member of the press she'd pegged as sympathetic to 'the cause'.
What is, is? Now how deep is that? Bobby allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes at that little remark. Seriously, what did that even mean? Turning back to the grandstand, he listened as Creed began to speak.
"Thank you! Thank you all very much! Now as to our platform committee's resolution..."
[ooc: dialogue cribbed from X-Men #59, NFB, but open for texts or phone calls because... why not, that's why.]