Tea for Quinn + Wesley, Dorm Lawn, Friday Midday

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger sandwiches for everyone to nibble.

They hadn't known about the debate when they planned this, but really, it was a perfect companion event -- a little lower-key chance to polish their lines and make sure they'd connect with the voters.

Pasting on a smile, she stood near the front of the space and waited for potential voters to wander past.

Girls' bathroom- Friday midday

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie didn't know why she was so upset. It was a three-person race, and unless someone jumped in last-minute, she was going to make it on Student Council. And even if someone did join, it's not like anyone couldn't see how hard she was trying. She kept trying to remind herself of that, but it wasn't really the point.

She was used to being left out, and even used to people teaming up against her. She'd really thought that people would be different here, and surprise, they weren't. That hurt more than just all the campaign stuff, and she'd liked her so-called competition till five minutes ago. She thought briefly of just dropping out, but she had never gotten anywhere by giving up and she doubted that'd make her feel better. Maybe she should change her campaign slogan. Vote Annie: The Only Senior Candidate to Never Make Someone Cry In The Bathroom. Nah. Even at her worst, she wasn't that petty. No, she was going to have to do exactly what she'd been doing: show everyone she was the right person for the job. And absolutely crush the other two in the debate.

She'd just maybe cry it out a little first, though.

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First Floor Rec Room, iCarly Presents the Student Council Debates, Friday Evening

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

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