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bv. DC. Presidential Updates Part 2
Continued from Here
Later, in DC
VP Hopkins: *grumbling about the media circus going on outside the White House* I swear, if that *bleeping* fake-*butt* news channel twists your words, I'm going after them in person.
Nightwish: *replies with silence, till she meeps because the oldest of the chiefs of staff just impulsively hugged her* *wibbles and pushes away*
VP Hopkins: *stinkeyes General Kozack*
General Kozack: *ignores the Vice President* *to Nightwish* How is he?
Nightwish: *jaw strong and resolute* I don't wanna think about that right now. Bad enough I have to give a speech about it.
General Kozack: *small nod. It's well known that President Pratt has a public speaking phobia* Just like the last speech you gave, pretend you're acting for a show.
VP Hopkins: *snort*
Nightwish: *quietly* Let's just do this.
General Kozack: *another nod, sympathy for the woman he still considers to be a kid, despite the fact that she's been President since the election after her 35th birthday, and is still in the middle of what would've been her second term in office*
Nightwish: ... *looks up as though remembering something* You have my dollkids?
General MacArthur: *offers a slightly scorched yarn doll made of soft blue and purple yarn. The doll is wrapped in pretty ribbon fashioned to look like a dress*
Nightwish: *pale face perks slightly* Lucy! She's okay.
General MacArthur: They're in the box, just like you asked. *slight quirk of a grin* You'll have to ask them what they think of their new clothes, though. They wouldn't tell me.
Nightwish: *holding the blue and purple doll close, she goes and looks into the big plastic bin* *quietly, sounding relieved* They're all here. *sudden wide-eyed look of shock as she takes a little baby pony out of the box* Why is Roy wearin' a tutu?
General MacArthur: Elsa helped pack new clothes for the dollkids, and said it wasn't fair that the pretty pony didn't have something to wear. *loves his four-year-old niece*
Nightwish: *quietly, trying to be amused** But Roy's pretty manly...
VP Hopkins: *SNERK* Oh, no he's not. He just likes to think he is. *so amused. Loves General MacArthur's four-year-old niece*
General MacArther: So he wouldn't like these either? *picks up a tiny pair of white doll panties*
Nightwish: *loses it and collapses in giggles* No. Roy loves pantsu.
VP Hopkins: *cacklefit*
Nightwish: *giggles dissolve into sobs as she hugs the yarn doll and the pony close*
General MacArthur: *offers hugs*
Nightwish: *scrunches away from him, shaking her head* I'm... I'm okay.
VP Hopkins: Let's get this show on the road.
Nightwish: *nods and wipes her face on Lucy's hair, then gets to her feet*
at the press meeting
Nightwish: *deep breath, squares her shoulders* My fellow Americans, we have faced a betrayal, and have overcome it. The safety of the White House was compromised by a member of an organization which claims to hold the country's best interests at heart, when in reality, they are little better than biased thugs attempting to promote their own agenda and schedule. *another deep breath before continuing* They will not succeed. Their attempt to topple the White House failed, and now is the time to show them that we will not tolerate threats, be they from outside our borders or from within. That said, the time has come for a change. Effective immediately, I am resigning as President of the United States. *winces at the uproar*
VP Hopkins: *STARING at Nightwish in shock. Did NOT expect this*
happy reporter: *was the first person to ever record MacArther saying THAT*
Nightwish: *trying to get the crowd's attention so she can finish the speech the real President Pratt wrote*
General Kozak: *piercing whistle*
Nightwish: *flinch*
VP Hopkins: *SO MUCH STINKEYE*
General Fairborn: *in the resulting silence* Ouch.
Nightwish: I promise you, my fellow Americans, you will have a competent leader. Someone who is very capable at their current position, and someone who I trust to be as honest and open about things as I myself have been for the past six years. *pause, looks out over the crowd and bites her lip for a moment before continuing* It is with great honor and privilege that I present my successor, President Laura Hopkins. *meeps and ducks at the crowd's reaction*
President Hopkins: ... *just made several hundred reporters' days with her unprintable-ness*
General Kozak: *appearances be beeped. He's got a cigar in his mouth*
General Fairborn: *is glad he was sitting down*
General MacArther: *looking for the tictac he dropped when Kozak whistled*
General Abernathy: *staring at Nightwish with open-mouthed shock*
Nightwish: Thank you for being wonderful people. Keep up the good fight. *turns and steps down from the stage, her doll held in one hand*
President Hopkins: *has time for one last parting obscenity* You sneaky little *bleep*. *then she's got to focus on the reporters and the process for all the things she has to do to be officially President*
Nightwish: *beautiful black jet with proud delta wings just took off from behind the White House and departed with a boom*
President Hopkins: *amongst the people who flinch, and then she's remembering that yes, the woman who was just on stage is NOT one Denise Pratt, but Nightwish in disguise* *swearing under her breath for forgetting*
aid: Excuse me, Madam President. We have reports that the Cybertronian vessels left Earth half an hour ago.
President Hopkins: ... Those *beeps* didn't even say goodbye. Figures. *small headshake* Did they leave any messages?
aid: Er... "So long, and thanks for the fish."
President Hopkins: ... *snort* Their taste in movies is terrible. *knows that it was either the former President or India who sent the message* So what forms of idiocy do I have to deal with first?
aid: *gives paper*
aboard the titan
Optimus: *wife in arms as he stands and silently watches a blue planet recede into the distance, his eyes dark with memory of all those who left their bodies there and whom KSI will never be able to resurrect*
Bumblebee: *big eyes somber as she too watches and thinks* *softly plays 'Kryptonite'*
Optimus: *closes his eyes and nods, then turns away, aware of Denise Pratt sleeping in sedated peace in her bed beside her husband* *softly* It's over.
Bumblebee: *looks up at him* Beginning.
Optimus: *deep sigh* Yes.
((written withrandom_xtras))
VP Hopkins: *grumbling about the media circus going on outside the White House* I swear, if that *bleeping* fake-*butt* news channel twists your words, I'm going after them in person.
Nightwish: *replies with silence, till she meeps because the oldest of the chiefs of staff just impulsively hugged her* *wibbles and pushes away*
VP Hopkins: *stinkeyes General Kozack*
General Kozack: *ignores the Vice President* *to Nightwish* How is he?
Nightwish: *jaw strong and resolute* I don't wanna think about that right now. Bad enough I have to give a speech about it.
General Kozack: *small nod. It's well known that President Pratt has a public speaking phobia* Just like the last speech you gave, pretend you're acting for a show.
VP Hopkins: *snort*
Nightwish: *quietly* Let's just do this.
General Kozack: *another nod, sympathy for the woman he still considers to be a kid, despite the fact that she's been President since the election after her 35th birthday, and is still in the middle of what would've been her second term in office*
Nightwish: ... *looks up as though remembering something* You have my dollkids?
General MacArthur: *offers a slightly scorched yarn doll made of soft blue and purple yarn. The doll is wrapped in pretty ribbon fashioned to look like a dress*
Nightwish: *pale face perks slightly* Lucy! She's okay.
General MacArthur: They're in the box, just like you asked. *slight quirk of a grin* You'll have to ask them what they think of their new clothes, though. They wouldn't tell me.
Nightwish: *holding the blue and purple doll close, she goes and looks into the big plastic bin* *quietly, sounding relieved* They're all here. *sudden wide-eyed look of shock as she takes a little baby pony out of the box* Why is Roy wearin' a tutu?
General MacArthur: Elsa helped pack new clothes for the dollkids, and said it wasn't fair that the pretty pony didn't have something to wear. *loves his four-year-old niece*
Nightwish: *quietly, trying to be amused** But Roy's pretty manly...
VP Hopkins: *SNERK* Oh, no he's not. He just likes to think he is. *so amused. Loves General MacArthur's four-year-old niece*
General MacArther: So he wouldn't like these either? *picks up a tiny pair of white doll panties*
Nightwish: *loses it and collapses in giggles* No. Roy loves pantsu.
VP Hopkins: *cacklefit*
Nightwish: *giggles dissolve into sobs as she hugs the yarn doll and the pony close*
General MacArthur: *offers hugs*
Nightwish: *scrunches away from him, shaking her head* I'm... I'm okay.
VP Hopkins: Let's get this show on the road.
Nightwish: *nods and wipes her face on Lucy's hair, then gets to her feet*
Nightwish: *deep breath, squares her shoulders* My fellow Americans, we have faced a betrayal, and have overcome it. The safety of the White House was compromised by a member of an organization which claims to hold the country's best interests at heart, when in reality, they are little better than biased thugs attempting to promote their own agenda and schedule. *another deep breath before continuing* They will not succeed. Their attempt to topple the White House failed, and now is the time to show them that we will not tolerate threats, be they from outside our borders or from within. That said, the time has come for a change. Effective immediately, I am resigning as President of the United States. *winces at the uproar*
VP Hopkins: *STARING at Nightwish in shock. Did NOT expect this*
happy reporter: *was the first person to ever record MacArther saying THAT*
Nightwish: *trying to get the crowd's attention so she can finish the speech the real President Pratt wrote*
General Kozak: *piercing whistle*
Nightwish: *flinch*
VP Hopkins: *SO MUCH STINKEYE*
General Fairborn: *in the resulting silence* Ouch.
Nightwish: I promise you, my fellow Americans, you will have a competent leader. Someone who is very capable at their current position, and someone who I trust to be as honest and open about things as I myself have been for the past six years. *pause, looks out over the crowd and bites her lip for a moment before continuing* It is with great honor and privilege that I present my successor, President Laura Hopkins. *meeps and ducks at the crowd's reaction*
President Hopkins: ... *just made several hundred reporters' days with her unprintable-ness*
General Kozak: *appearances be beeped. He's got a cigar in his mouth*
General Fairborn: *is glad he was sitting down*
General MacArther: *looking for the tictac he dropped when Kozak whistled*
General Abernathy: *staring at Nightwish with open-mouthed shock*
Nightwish: Thank you for being wonderful people. Keep up the good fight. *turns and steps down from the stage, her doll held in one hand*
President Hopkins: *has time for one last parting obscenity* You sneaky little *bleep*. *then she's got to focus on the reporters and the process for all the things she has to do to be officially President*
Nightwish: *beautiful black jet with proud delta wings just took off from behind the White House and departed with a boom*
President Hopkins: *amongst the people who flinch, and then she's remembering that yes, the woman who was just on stage is NOT one Denise Pratt, but Nightwish in disguise* *swearing under her breath for forgetting*
aid: Excuse me, Madam President. We have reports that the Cybertronian vessels left Earth half an hour ago.
President Hopkins: ... Those *beeps* didn't even say goodbye. Figures. *small headshake* Did they leave any messages?
aid: Er... "So long, and thanks for the fish."
President Hopkins: ... *snort* Their taste in movies is terrible. *knows that it was either the former President or India who sent the message* So what forms of idiocy do I have to deal with first?
aid: *gives paper*
Optimus: *wife in arms as he stands and silently watches a blue planet recede into the distance, his eyes dark with memory of all those who left their bodies there and whom KSI will never be able to resurrect*
Bumblebee: *big eyes somber as she too watches and thinks* *softly plays 'Kryptonite'*
Optimus: *closes his eyes and nods, then turns away, aware of Denise Pratt sleeping in sedated peace in her bed beside her husband* *softly* It's over.
Bumblebee: *looks up at him* Beginning.
Optimus: *deep sigh* Yes.
((written with
random_xtras))