Selphie Tilmitt (selphie) wrote in lunarcry, @ 2014-11-06 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, selphie tilmitt |
Who: Selphie & Timber News NPCs
What: Live TV transcript
Where: Timber, and on every TV tuned in worldwide
When: 6pm, Thursday, November 6th, 2014
Warnings: Selphie goes BOOM.
[News at Six intro music plays. Anchors Kal Driscoll and Selphie Tilmitt sit poised and smiling behind a single desk. Multiple scrolls slide across the top and bottom of the screen indicating the day's weather, stock information, and leading stories. It's practically the same news night as it's been for the past three years since Selphie first joined Timber's favorite news team.] Kal: Good evening Timber, I'm Kal Driscoll. Selphie: [cheerily] and I'm Selphie Tilmitt! Tonight's leading story, after nine years. Deling City is one step closer to finalizing their plans to establish their government council. Consul Vayne Solidor continues to express his gratitude and support for the endeavor. Still, the move has been met with opposition from the United Galbadian front, the vigilant supporters of former president Vinzer Deling. [The last section of the sentence is said with a thinly-vieled amount of distain, though a second later Selphie is just as chipper as she was a moment ago] A preliminary poll shows that 76% of Galbadian residents support the move by the consul to help create a unified continent. Kal: Here's to hoping that bit of news ends with everyone happy. [Kal offers his most practiced, and plastic smile.] Selphie: [Mimics the smile for a few seconds before her eyes begin to focus on something slightly off screen. As Kal begins to speak again, Selphie's head begins to tilt slowly to the side, her smile fading as it does so.] Kal: In lighter news, and continuing on in TNS's first-glance look at a seemingly endless trend of celebrity oops moments, it seems that leader of the Fated Six has found himself in a bit of juicy touble, as rumors of an alleged secret love child- Selphie: [All traces of humor gone, pointing to what one can assume is the teleprompter, and looking to her producer behind the camera.] Marcel, what the heck is this? Kal: [stops talking mid-word, looking uncertainly at Selphie, then at the man off screen] Voice from behind camera: Selphie, just stick to the teleprompter- Selphie: [Slams both hands against the desk, glaring at the camera before pointing an accusatory finger at the teleprompter] What IS this?! You're doing some two-bit smear piece on one of my friends? While I'm on the [the lag in broadcast gives the censor barely enough time to bleep the word out as Selphie stands up from her seat]-ing air? Are you kidding? Voice off screen: Selphie- Selphie: We've been doing this for weeks and this is the last straw! Tabloid journalism is for losers, Marcel! Marcel Phillips, TNS Producer: Selphie, please sit down. Stop the camera. Second Producer off-screen: Keep it rolling! Selphie: This is bull[bleep]! [Selphie starts ripping off her mic as she moves to dislodge herself from her position behind the desk. Several stage hands try to keep her from leaving her desk, barricading her in on both ends. Selphie simply crawls over the top of the desk in her suitjacket and skirt, causing Kal's eyebrows to go up as he gets a full view of from behind. Selphie slides over the other end of the desk, straightening her clothes, and heads directly to the camera, pointing a finger at it.] Is this still rolling? Second Producer: Still a go, Miss Tilmit. [Camera adjusts to keep Selphie comfortably in frame, and someone hands Selphie a portable microphone.] Marcel Phillips: Selphie? Selphie, you can't- Selphie: [Glares at Marcel to the left of the camera, then brandishes the mic in his direction.] Don't make me find the most seriously unenjoyable place to put this, Marcel. [Clears her throat, turns to the camera, and smiles brightly] Hi, viewers! As most of you might have realized, Timber News has apparently stopped caring about true, informative journalism to squeak a quick buck at the expense of others via grade school rumors and fabricated sources. As such, until they learn to grow the hell up [Selphie turns to look at Marcel off-camera again, then back once more] they no longer have the right to call themselves a viable news source. [Grins and holds up a finger] But don't panic! You don't have to experience the world through television! Go outside! Walk your dog! Play with your kids! Stop reading gossip magazines and yelling at ten-year-olds on XBox Live! Get some fresh air! Live a little! Eat Corndogs without asking what they're made out of! In the meantime, please feel free to get some real news over at Estharcast. They haven't entirely sold out yet. This is Selphie Tilmitt, permanently signing off. [Face goes deadpan as Selphie tilts the mic sideways and lets it drop before she walks off camera.] Booyaka! [There is a few seconds of frantic gasping and calling after her, and the camera turns to try to catch her leaving before the signal cuts to this:] |