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

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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.

[ooc: Please wait for massive OCD Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

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Re: In the Audience

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During his time in Fandom, William had been forced to re-evaluate many of the cultural values and prejudices he'd grown up with. As a result, he was at a point where female students running for office no longer shocked him. On the other hand, there were some things that just stuck with him, such as the feeling that nobody would want to elect a Catholic to a position of power here.

So, he wasn't running himself. He was, however, here to support those friends and acquaintances who were.

Re: In the Audience

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"Oh, thank heavens," Rilla exclaimed, pushing a baby carriage toward him. "I can't possibly take Jims up on stage with me. Can you watch him?" She gave him her most pleading look, the one that always worked on Father. "Please?"

Re: In the Audience

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"I-" William blinked, more than a little surprised at the request. Not that he was incapable, but the last baby he'd had anything resembling responsibility for (that hadn't been part of a school assignment), had been Susannah, and he rather clearly remembered demanding she be sent back to wherever his mother had gotten her from.

Of course, he'd been five at the time, and he liked to think he'd grown since then, so: "-would be delighted to assist you," he finished off, smiling brightly at her.