Post by The Senator on May 2, 2024 12:13:01 GMT -5
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The Senator, No One Else Matters
Base Power Level: 36,837
Current Power Level: 184,185 (Public Servant x5 Active)
Word Count: 515
Total Word Count: 515
Text Hex: 060677
The Senator, No One Else Matters
Base Power Level: 36,837
Current Power Level: 184,185 (Public Servant x5 Active)
Word Count: 515
Total Word Count: 515
Text Hex: 060677
It had only been a little bit of time between the Senator's recent antics and his current projects, the prior public servant being an ever-busy man. From his funding of local charities by participating in combat sports for donations on live television to public debates that result in street brawls, it was as if Tux's title couldn't be left out of the news. As much fun as that seemed to the aspiring hero of humanity, there was more work to be done. From outfitting his private fleet of patriots with better equipment and weaponry to combat any alien threats on the Earth, to appearing in public talk shows and discussions, there wasn't anything that kept the Senator free from his busy life.
This most recent outing was one he didn't fully expect to happen. Between the sudden announcement of the new laws regarding aliens and foreign planetary transportation, Tux was requested to appear on a live discussion panel to discuss that, as well as numerous other topics with the illustrious Tunic Baskerville. He had heard of her through the grapevine of rich people, between everyone she was something of a child prodigy. A lawyer at such a young age, one of the richest Earthlings of her age group, as well as a talented intellectual in a time when most of the elite are uninformed rich nobodies riding off the wealth of a bygone age. Tux had to admit, it was like a layman walking in to discuss brain surgery with the man who invented the practice. While he was a political advocate, someone who actively worked in the system and knew it inside and out, there was a solid difference between someone who knows how to do it and someone who can think within the confines of the system so elegantly. He had his work cut out for him.
So here he stood, waiting beside a large chair proportioned to his massive frame and figure, looking over a table featuring the host in a much smaller chair, a microphone hanging above them as well as three set microphones on the table in front of the chairs, and cameras pointing from all angles. The Senator couldn't help but pull at his tie for but a moment, looking over at the host and at the other empty seat that would soon house the young mistress of the Baskerville Estate. "Say, sir. Is this going to be live, or broadcasted and then edited?"
"The interview? Both. We will have a live feed of thirty channels with a campaign call in for donations for both yours and Miss Tunic's chosen campaigns and charities, and it will be recorded for posterities sake and edited down to a more consumable form factor on our website."
"G-Good. Both is good." He would say nervous, unsure of what exactly would happen from here on. This would be an interesting debate indeed.