Georgia is an atheist, but she does idealize the Truth. Most of her heroes were journalists, especially ones who spoke truth to power or exposed the corruption of the system. She was willing to risk her own life for the Truth, and died defending it. Georgia honestly believes that knowledge is the ultimate weapon against fear -- once people know the truth, they won't be afraid. While familiar enough about politics to be cynical, Georgia retains this one streak of idealism.
Abilities and Skills: George makes a living as a 'Newsie', a newsblogger who serves a lot like an independent field corespondent. She and her brother run a widely-read blog site. She's a skilled writer and manager, and very well-read on things like biology, history, politics and current events. She knows enough about computers, cameras and microphones (often miniaturized) to use them comfortably, though she wasn't the site's tech person. Also, given her field work often involves running from zombies, she can drive a motorcycle and shoot a gun and is overall used to being in a situation where things are trying to kill her.
Georgia suffers from an eye disorder called retinal Kellis-Amberlee syndrome. While the side effects aren't too nice -- George is extremely sensitive to light due to permanently dilated pupils, which gives her a risk of going blind AND regular migraine headaches -- she also has excellent night vision and eyes that are hard to irritate by dust.
There's also the fact if you kill Georgia without damaging her central nervous system, she'll end up as a mindless undead out to eat and/or zombify you. Which really stinks for Georgia, since she's still dead, but won't be fun for her killer or anyone in the area.
Sample: George thought she had fainted. Which, considering she and Shaun had just seen their trailer explode, probably from a bomb planted, it was terrible timing. But, if that had happened, this was a hell of an afterlife. Dark, cramped and... was she floating?
She decided that if this was an afterlife, God needed to redecorate.
A crack of light appeared, and then George scrambled to locate her glasses as the lid of the box she had been inside -- and damn, it *did* look like some kind of high-tech coffin, or possibly a broken tanning booth -- swung open. The figure that greeted her was hard to see against the glare. George couldn't see its face, but humans generally didn't have six limbs. Which even stifled the cursing as she found her sunglasses and slid them over her eyes, bringing the pain in her temples down to a dull ache. "Turn that light down," she managed to get out.
Shit. First covering a presidential campaign, then unraveling a lethal government conspiracy, now had she been abducted by aliens? And where the hell was Shaun? And Rick, for that matter.
"Apologies." The lights dimmed, enough that she could take off her glasses without the risk of corneal damage. Now that George could see, the creature greeting her did look a lot like an oversized grasshopper.
"Damn, this better be a hallucination. Hell, this entire day better be a hallucination." Maybe she could handle it better then. Make Senator Ryman listen, somehow. Cut off that bastard Tate before more people got hurt.
"This one is reluctant to say that it is not a hallucination. At least, it cannot be proven to be any more than life itself may be a collective dream."
And the alien bug was a philosopher. Or possibly stoned. "Listen. If this isn't some kind of fever dream or the afterlife, I have to get back home. Now. Or yesterday, if you can do that. I hate to be dramatic and all, but the fate of my home country might depend on it."
"This one is reluctant to say that that will be too dangerous, regardless of the socio-political climate at the moment of that one's departure. Without the proper safeguards, which this one lacks, returning that one to that one's point of origin could produce a catastrophic disruption to space-time. If that one is a physicist trained in multiversal quantum gravity-
Re: Georgia Mason 2/3
Abilities and Skills: George makes a living as a 'Newsie', a newsblogger who serves a lot like an independent field corespondent. She and her brother run a widely-read blog site. She's a skilled writer and manager, and very well-read on things like biology, history, politics and current events. She knows enough about computers, cameras and microphones (often miniaturized) to use them comfortably, though she wasn't the site's tech person. Also, given her field work often involves running from zombies, she can drive a motorcycle and shoot a gun and is overall used to being in a situation where things are trying to kill her.
Georgia suffers from an eye disorder called retinal Kellis-Amberlee syndrome. While the side effects aren't too nice -- George is extremely sensitive to light due to permanently dilated pupils, which gives her a risk of going blind AND regular migraine headaches -- she also has excellent night vision and eyes that are hard to irritate by dust.
There's also the fact if you kill Georgia without damaging her central nervous system, she'll end up as a mindless undead out to eat and/or zombify you. Which really stinks for Georgia, since she's still dead, but won't be fun for her killer or anyone in the area.
Sample: George thought she had fainted. Which, considering she and Shaun had just seen their trailer explode, probably from a bomb planted, it was terrible timing. But, if that had happened, this was a hell of an afterlife. Dark, cramped and... was she floating?
She decided that if this was an afterlife, God needed to redecorate.
A crack of light appeared, and then George scrambled to locate her glasses as the lid of the box she had been inside -- and damn, it *did* look like some kind of high-tech coffin, or possibly a broken tanning booth -- swung open. The figure that greeted her was hard to see against the glare. George couldn't see its face, but humans generally didn't have six limbs. Which even stifled the cursing as she found her sunglasses and slid them over her eyes, bringing the pain in her temples down to a dull ache. "Turn that light down," she managed to get out.
Shit. First covering a presidential campaign, then unraveling a lethal government conspiracy, now had she been abducted by aliens? And where the hell was Shaun? And Rick, for that matter.
"Apologies." The lights dimmed, enough that she could take off her glasses without the risk of corneal damage. Now that George could see, the creature greeting her did look a lot like an oversized grasshopper.
"Damn, this better be a hallucination. Hell, this entire day better be a hallucination." Maybe she could handle it better then. Make Senator Ryman listen, somehow. Cut off that bastard Tate before more people got hurt.
"This one is reluctant to say that it is not a hallucination. At least, it cannot be proven to be any more than life itself may be a collective dream."
And the alien bug was a philosopher. Or possibly stoned. "Listen. If this isn't some kind of fever dream or the afterlife, I have to get back home. Now. Or yesterday, if you can do that. I hate to be dramatic and all, but the fate of my home country might depend on it."
"This one is reluctant to say that that will be too dangerous, regardless of the socio-political climate at the moment of that one's departure. Without the proper safeguards, which this one lacks, returning that one to that one's point of origin could produce a catastrophic disruption to space-time. If that one is a physicist trained in multiversal quantum gravity-