Who: Snow, Rochelle, and Lois When: Sunday afternoon around 3 Where: The S.S. Kahve Summary: Three girls meet to take over the news industry. Warnings: Possibly language?
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It wasn't long before Rochelle had shown up herself. She looked around to see if she could spot either Lois or Snow, and when she finally caught sight of the latter she offered a wave.
"Hey!"
To be honest, Ro was excited for this. She hadn't had the time for resources to try this again since Susan Rodriquez had left the Port. But with some help? Hell yeah she wanted to do it.
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Lois, naturally, was five to ten minutes late--a chronic problem. She caught sight of both women and walked over, sounding a little breathless.
"Hey, sorry I'm late-- I'll be back in just a sec."
And then she was gone--she had always been something of a whirlwind personality. A couple minutes later, she returned with coffee in one hand and pastry in the other, looking much more content. "There, that's better. So, planning for the coup."
"Hey," Snow said to Rochelle as she got in, about to say something more when she caught sight of Lois. Before she could say anything, she was gone, and she just watched in amusement as she came back.
"I don't know if I would call it planning for the coup, but it's definitely planning for something," Snow smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "I guess to start off with, we should probably know where you left off with the other thing, Rochelle."
Rochelle opened her mouth to say something when Snow had noticed Lois, which had her looking over her shoulder to notice Lois too. She held her hand up to offer a wave but then she was gone, and Ro was left blinking with her hand up.
A bemused smirk crossed her lips and she went to sit with Snow. She wasn't very hungry yet, but she'd probably get something soon for whenever she was. Either way, she waited too until Lois arrived again.
"You make it sound like we're planning a bank robbery." Rochelle joked. She folded her arms and leaned on them on the table. "... Well. We were getting ready for production before what I told you happened. We had interviews and information we needed but--then it just didn't work out. And most of those interviews are from people who either left a long time ago or the information is just plain outdated."
Bemusement was not an unusual state for those dealing with Lois.
She arched an eyebrow at Rochelle. "Like stealing turf from under the noses of SERO, AGI, and even the Independents isn't a coup," she pointed out dryly. "God only knows how the companies will see it."
She was her father's daughter in more ways than one, and seeing the battle was definitely one of them.
Leaning back, Lois' expression turned rather thoughtful. "All right. Interviews are easy enough to re-do--who did them, the first time?" She could always accost them and get notes. "And what kind of info do we need to sniff out?"
Snow nodded, leaning forward with her hands around her coffee cup.
"So we update the information," She said softly, musing at this point. "And sure, the companies might not like it, but we're strong enough that we won't bend because of them. I think so, at any rate."
Suddenly, Rochelle was quiet. Stared at the both of them.
What?
"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. You lost me. When did turf or neccesarily pissing anybody off come in here?" She looked at Lois, then Snow. "You know I'm not afraid of pissing anybody off, but me and Susan--Rodriguez, the one I was working with? We were producing a new show for the Independent News Network. A Newcomer-centric one. What are you guys thinking?"
Lois' raised eyebrow made itself known again. "It could work, if that's what we wanted to do. I think we were wondering if we could just establish an entire Newcomer produced avenue--let's face it, even the Independents have their bias. Look at the people in charge of the government. Us having just a show would be like... oh, I dunno, Colmes, Begala, and Carville as the token so-called liberal at Fox or something."
Resting her head on her hand, she mused, "Of course, even grabbing a full show to ourselves is thieving a bit from them all--depending on the time slot. It's like what page your article's on with papers. Front page--sensation. Page twenty, no one notices."
Lois knew she'd come back to the problem of interviews and updating information eventually, but first they had to work out what the game plan was.
Snow rolled her eyes slightly, looking down into her coffee. "The plan isn't to piss anyone off, really, though that seems to be a side benefit of anything that happens. I think the idea is more like what Lois said; to have an entire Newcomer produced avenue, rather then just giving the INN more... well, news."
She took a sip of coffee and nodded. "Which could work, I think. We could take what you already have, Rochelle, and just produce it on a larger scale. We'd need more funding for it, but you can leave that part to me."
Rochelle couldn't help some irritation. "Hey, hey, hey. Our show was greenlighted. It didn't work out, yeah, but it was GOING to happen. We weren't poor victims of some vast Independent news bias conspiracy."
Not what Lois meant, of course, but Rochelle and Susan had been good friends. Losing their plans had already been on top of losing a friendship. It was a touchy subject. She looked down. "... Just bad luck."
A pause, and Rochelle realized she was almost snapping for no real reason. Shaking her head, as if to shake some bad thought out and pretend what she just said hadn't happened, she looked up and took a deep breath.
"... Okay. So you guys are thinking more along our own whole network. Not just a show." She confirmed, looking at the both of them again a little more seriously now.
Lois rolled her eyes a little. "Everything's biased. I never believe a journalist who claims to be impartial. We just have a bias that hasn't gotten loud enough yet."
With a wry smile, she added, "Of course we're not looking to piss off anyone. Doesn't mean it's not going to happen. For some reason, it always seems to." And that clearly had nothing to do with a tactless, caustic personality with a tendency to say the wrong things most of the time.
Being back in the awkward territory of deep emotional hurting, Lois decided that this really isn't a thing she wants to talk about--she'd just make it worse anyway. "I love it when people say that about finances," she said idly, and then returned Rochelle's serious look.
"If we can? Think about it. Making our own decisions, going after our own stories, fighting the anti-Newcomer propaganda without making ourselves out to simply hate all the earlier residents--something on this scale? That's a milestone accomplishment."
"I'm sure it was," Snow said, reaching out to touch Rochelle's hand gently before drawing back. "We're not saying that wasn't tough. I'm sure it sucked royally, and I'm sure we'll have more downs then ups for awhile, too."
She glanced at Lois and nodded. "We're not looking to piss anyone off. If we happen to, though, at least we all expect it, rather then go in thinking it won't happen." Snow gave a wry smile. "If there's one thing I did back home, it was get funding," she took a sip of coffee.
"I know everything's biased. I work in the news too, remember? I worked my ass off fetching coffee and lugging cables around for the guys with my dream job and trust me, I know it doesn't take a producer to know that."
That, at least, wasn't meant badly. Just a statement. She made a face, though. "Granted, I got promoted back home when the guys with my dream job decided other people like lunch, but... that's not the point."
She shook her head a second time when Snow patted her back though. "Sorry. It was a bad time. I just--yeah."
Anyway.
"And you know I don't mind pissing anyone off, if we did. I think the only thing that scares me anymore is the words 'carrier' and 'military' in the same sentence." And maybe some other things, but that was a whole other bag 'o fun. "If we piss anyone off, so be it. Long story short? You know I'm for this."
Lois grinned at Snow. "Seriously, I love it when people say that. I've been fighting with bosses for funding ever since I told the General to screw off."
At the words 'bad time,' Lois winced slightly. "Yeah. I've-- been there. Friends, pints of rocky road, and tons of alcohol always... well, dulled the edge, at least."
Blinking then, Lois tilted her head, looking absolutely confused. "Military and carrier in the same sentence is... scary?" She shook her head, to clear that thought, and then grinned. "Okay. So. Going back to the game plan: we need material and info. You still have interview footage, to figure out where to start, or the original interviewer handy to pin down?"
Snow grinned. "Trust me, I know. I used to fight tooth and nail for funding every year. Hell week is just that."
She turned the grin to Rochelle. "Good. I don't know how we'd get this off the ground without you." She could be a good team player when need be, especially when the two people here knew more then her when it came to certain things. Like the news.
"You told a general to screw off?" It was Rochelle's turn to get her eyebrows up. It didn't take much to cheer her up about Susan, at least. If anything she didn't want to think about it right now. At the military-carrier-scary bit though, she waved it off.
"Another zombie thing. I'll tell you when we get desserts or something, it's a long story."
Zombies might've been something she never wanted to see again but they made for good goddamn stories to tell. The story about Carriers wasn't so pleasant, but. It was a story. But right now at this time and place? Business first. Even if nowadays after everything that's happened she DID feel more like a kickass apocalyse-riding goddamed survivor than she did a normal, working person.
"I have the old footage, but if the person we interviewed isn't here anymore their information is seriously outdated. I know one of them's not even working where he used to work anymore, which was the focal point of the whole damn interview. The original interviewer was Susan, though, so... I think we're
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"Hey!"
To be honest, Ro was excited for this. She hadn't had the time for resources to try this again since Susan Rodriquez had left the Port. But with some help? Hell yeah she wanted to do it.
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"Hey, sorry I'm late-- I'll be back in just a sec."
And then she was gone--she had always been something of a whirlwind personality. A couple minutes later, she returned with coffee in one hand and pastry in the other, looking much more content. "There, that's better. So, planning for the coup."
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"I don't know if I would call it planning for the coup, but it's definitely planning for something," Snow smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "I guess to start off with, we should probably know where you left off with the other thing, Rochelle."
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A bemused smirk crossed her lips and she went to sit with Snow. She wasn't very hungry yet, but she'd probably get something soon for whenever she was. Either way, she waited too until Lois arrived again.
"You make it sound like we're planning a bank robbery." Rochelle joked. She folded her arms and leaned on them on the table. "... Well. We were getting ready for production before what I told you happened. We had interviews and information we needed but--then it just didn't work out. And most of those interviews are from people who either left a long time ago or the information is just plain outdated."
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She arched an eyebrow at Rochelle. "Like stealing turf from under the noses of SERO, AGI, and even the Independents isn't a coup," she pointed out dryly. "God only knows how the companies will see it."
She was her father's daughter in more ways than one, and seeing the battle was definitely one of them.
Leaning back, Lois' expression turned rather thoughtful. "All right. Interviews are easy enough to re-do--who did them, the first time?" She could always accost them and get notes. "And what kind of info do we need to sniff out?"
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"So we update the information," She said softly, musing at this point. "And sure, the companies might not like it, but we're strong enough that we won't bend because of them. I think so, at any rate."
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"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. You lost me. When did turf or neccesarily pissing anybody off come in here?" She looked at Lois, then Snow. "You know I'm not afraid of pissing anybody off, but me and Susan--Rodriguez, the one I was working with? We were producing a new show for the Independent News Network. A Newcomer-centric one. What are you guys thinking?"
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Resting her head on her hand, she mused, "Of course, even grabbing a full show to ourselves is thieving a bit from them all--depending on the time slot. It's like what page your article's on with papers. Front page--sensation. Page twenty, no one notices."
Lois knew she'd come back to the problem of interviews and updating information eventually, but first they had to work out what the game plan was.
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She took a sip of coffee and nodded. "Which could work, I think. We could take what you already have, Rochelle, and just produce it on a larger scale. We'd need more funding for it, but you can leave that part to me."
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Not what Lois meant, of course, but Rochelle and Susan had been good friends. Losing their plans had already been on top of losing a friendship. It was a touchy subject. She looked down. "... Just bad luck."
A pause, and Rochelle realized she was almost snapping for no real reason. Shaking her head, as if to shake some bad thought out and pretend what she just said hadn't happened, she looked up and took a deep breath.
"... Okay. So you guys are thinking more along our own whole network. Not just a show." She confirmed, looking at the both of them again a little more seriously now.
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With a wry smile, she added, "Of course we're not looking to piss off anyone. Doesn't mean it's not going to happen. For some reason, it always seems to." And that clearly had nothing to do with a tactless, caustic personality with a tendency to say the wrong things most of the time.
Being back in the awkward territory of deep emotional hurting, Lois decided that this really isn't a thing she wants to talk about--she'd just make it worse anyway. "I love it when people say that about finances," she said idly, and then returned Rochelle's serious look.
"If we can? Think about it. Making our own decisions, going after our own stories, fighting the anti-Newcomer propaganda without making ourselves out to simply hate all the earlier residents--something on this scale? That's a milestone accomplishment."
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She glanced at Lois and nodded. "We're not looking to piss anyone off. If we happen to, though, at least we all expect it, rather then go in thinking it won't happen." Snow gave a wry smile. "If there's one thing I did back home, it was get funding," she took a sip of coffee.
"And it would be a great accomplishment."
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That, at least, wasn't meant badly. Just a statement. She made a face, though. "Granted, I got promoted back home when the guys with my dream job decided other people like lunch, but... that's not the point."
She shook her head a second time when Snow patted her back though. "Sorry. It was a bad time. I just--yeah."
Anyway.
"And you know I don't mind pissing anyone off, if we did. I think the only thing that scares me anymore is the words 'carrier' and 'military' in the same sentence." And maybe some other things, but that was a whole other bag 'o fun. "If we piss anyone off, so be it. Long story short? You know I'm for this."
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At the words 'bad time,' Lois winced slightly. "Yeah. I've-- been there. Friends, pints of rocky road, and tons of alcohol always... well, dulled the edge, at least."
Blinking then, Lois tilted her head, looking absolutely confused. "Military and carrier in the same sentence is... scary?" She shook her head, to clear that thought, and then grinned. "Okay. So. Going back to the game plan: we need material and info. You still have interview footage, to figure out where to start, or the original interviewer handy to pin down?"
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She turned the grin to Rochelle. "Good. I don't know how we'd get this off the ground without you." She could be a good team player when need be, especially when the two people here knew more then her when it came to certain things. Like the news.
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"Another zombie thing. I'll tell you when we get desserts or something, it's a long story."
Zombies might've been something she never wanted to see again but they made for good goddamn stories to tell. The story about Carriers wasn't so pleasant, but. It was a story. But right now at this time and place? Business first. Even if nowadays after everything that's happened she DID feel more like a kickass apocalyse-riding goddamed survivor than she did a normal, working person.
"I have the old footage, but if the person we interviewed isn't here anymore their information is seriously outdated. I know one of them's not even working where he used to work anymore, which was the focal point of the whole damn interview. The original interviewer was Susan, though, so... I think we're ( ... )
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