The Precedent of the United States: 2052 Election RP [IC]

[Vienna Eliot]

November 5, 2052
Madison Street Baptist Church | Starke, Florida

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Fischer didn't need anybody to help him walk, much as Rosalyn would have liked to have offered him some support. The Secret Service hung around by the motorcade — there was nothing worrying around these parts. Grass far as the eye could see. A rural town that hadn't grown a bit in sixty years. It looked now the same way it looked when the President grew up here.

He made his way over to the line — declined the offer to skip it, of course — and then slowly shuffled his way into the building, all the while shaking hands and saying Morning! to old friends.

"Who're ya votin' for, Dick?" Ol' Hickory Ham Mike asked as he walked out of the voting booth with his ballot. The President flashed a grin, crossed the floor, and dropped his ballot in the machine. He was out the door by the time his vote was processed.

[Helowi]

Wright was on a plane traveling on a bus with his family. He was going to meet Egilson in order to watch the election results come into full play. He had waited for this moment throughout the campaign. It would either be the greatest moment of his life, or one of the greatest disappointments. He had cast his vote early in the morning and was watching News coverage on a TV in the bus.

He arrived at the campaign headquarters in California. He got out of the car and was hoping to meet with Egilson before the results come in. He was walking into the lobby and walked up to the receptionist desk, who guided him to where Egilson was watching the results. He walked up to meet Egilson and see the results.

[Zjaum]

Egilson made his headquarters his home city of Red Bluff, despite what a number of strategists recommended. It was his base for volunteers, it was where his wife and children were, and it showed just how committed he was to small-town economics. He gathered his family together and began to watch the screens. The site was a reasonably-sized auditorium, but one that only barely fit the cameras, the enthusiasts, and the interested townsfolk. Locals had brought their own baked goods to add to the massive amounts of catering. Champagne was reserved for the end. Win or lose, they wouldn't let beverages that expensive go to waste. People from all over the nation came to see history in the making alongside their favorite candidate.

[Zjaum]

Egilson got off the phone with someone and stepped up to the microphone. "Okay, I know it's probably a little late, but I just heard that there have been people supportive of my campaign who have been restricting voter access. We live in a republican democracy; I do not endorse this. If you're still doing it, knock it off. Regardless of the results, I want everyone to be calm and peaceful in their response. To everybody else, enjoy the party! I believe they just brought in a sheet cake with my face on it, and we're not saving it for anything. Enjoy!"

[New Cobastheia]

Golden Gate Park has been completely transformed from its normal lush green peninsula surrounded by the city of San Fransico to the massive final party of Guess/Randolph 2052. Tents, tiki torches, crowds, music, a lot of other things. Various Area's of tents were set up, but for the Politicians, a mini-village was set up on Strawberry Hill. Although there was one larger tent set up for Guess, Santiago, Randolph, Singh, and their families, all four of them were out amongst the public. Enjoying the festivities, as more poll closing hit, they would relocate to the tent.

[Zjaum]

((Boy, that has to be one decrepit Carl Bialik to be tweeting data science stuff 40 years into the future!))

((Edit: Sorry, thought this was the OOC. My bad.))

[Vienna Eliot]

The White House | Washington, DC
"Mr. President,"

The door of the Oval Office creeped open. Fischer hadn't heard him, and the room was dark except for a lamp at the desk.

"Mr. President," Jessman said.

The President looked up from his papers on the Resolute Desk.

"Jessman! I... shouldn't you have headed home by now, boy?"

"We're, uh — we're all watching the results come in, in the residence. Rosalyn mentioned — well, I thought you might want to join us. We haven't seen you all day. You've been doing so much work lately. You deserve some time to unwind."

Fischer took a long, hard look at Jessman. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the bill on his desk. Then he leaned forward, scooped it up, and put it to the side. He stood up, grinning.

"Let's head out there Jessman. Show 'em what we've got."

"Yes Sir, Mr. President."

Fischer made his way out of the office when Jessman noticed something. "Oh, let me take care of one last thing, Mr. President."

"Sure thing, Jessman!" The President trondled down the hallway.

"Okay, come out now!" Jessman whispered. The President's daughter scooted out from underneath the personal secretary's desk. Giggling, they went inside the Oval Office and closed the door.

[Zjaum]

A relatively young man in a suit approached the Egilson family. Benjamin turned around and smiled. "Hey, Michael! How's it going?"
Michael smiled back. "I've been all right. I'm as anxious as you are!"
"I know. History in the making, right?"
"Yes, yes. Lookin' at your numbers and mine."
Egilson was perplexed, and Michael explained. "In all the commotion, I'm sure you probably overlooked it. I ran for your seat in your absence."
"Oh, well great news! Someone like you would make for a very good fit in this seat... I'm sorry that I couldn't follow your campaign as much as I would have wanted."
"No problem. I practically ran on your platform, and it seems like it should to be a landslide."
"Good! Is... this your celebration party, then?"
"Yes, sort of. My headquarters was down near Placer County, since your town was working full speed on the presidential."
"Well, enjoy the night. It is yours as much as mine."
"Yessir. What I wanted to say was that, win or lose, it was an honor to help you get elected. No matter what happens, we stand with you. I will do my best in your stead."
Benjamin usually wasn't emotional, but his eyes started to water a little. Promptly removed, but just a little. "Thank you, Michael. It means a lot coming from you."

[Helowi]

Wright was on a couch at Egilson headquarters in Red Bluff. He had taken a nap an hour before just to keep his mind of things. His wife, Danielle, woke him up as he was taking a nap on a couch in one of the headquarters offices. “Honey,” Danielle Said “You’re going to be the next Vice President of the United States.”

Wright was about to explode. He had waited so long for this day to come ever since the RNC. He began running around the lobby due to pure excitement. He felt like the happiest man alive. He had wanted this for so long. After celebrating for about five minutes, he had woken up his kids just to tell them the good news. He woke them up by saying “Your dad is the next Vice President of the single greatest country in the whole entire universe!” He screamed so loud that it probably shook the earth.

His kids became so excited that they could’ve exploded right then and their. Wright’s youngest son, Henry, hugged Wright the hardest he could. While eventually the whole family came in for a group hug. Wright was excited for the future, for what he and Egilson could do, and what he could accomplish in the federal government.

[Zjaum]

Egilson hugged each of his four children and kissed his wife. This was the happiest moment of his life, and he doubted that he'd have one like it. First, though, he approached Michael. "You won, correct?"
Michael responded. "Yes, I did, sir!"
"Excellent news!"
Egilson then went on to the podium. The mayor announced him as the President-Elect, and the hurried camera crews began fine-tuning their lenses for the inevitable walking-back-and-forth that Benjamin was loathe to do. Benjamin began his address. "Good evening to all of the United States," he started. Didn't warrant cheers, but the crowd did it anyways. He took a breath. He would have been gracious in loss, and now he would be gracious in victory. "I would first like to thank Premier Guess. It was an honorable battle. While I still don't agree with many of your views, my perspective on you has changed, and my respect for you has grown tenfold. Thank you for demanding my all.

"Foremost, I believe that God weaves the fates of this world. Whether this was His intention from the beginning or whether the petitions of me and my family made it to Him, I am ever grateful. I would love to- come on up here, don't worry- express my gratitude to my family for putting up with me through this hard time. I've worked sleepless nights and many long days, and even still it seems that they worked harder than I have. I actually came up with the idea for the Florida Man costume while having a chat with my eldest son, Eric. Turns out the Floridians didn't appreciate it as much as we'd hoped, but I hope the rest of you got a kick out of it." pause for laughter

"I plan on working with all corners of the United States. The states of America elected me, and I will work with localities as much as necessary. This includes working with Guess, if he's open to the support. I believe he still has a couple years left of his term, and we need to reinvigorate Silicon Valley and its tech triangle if we want California to remain a beacon of innovation. Obviously we Jeffersonians have enough tech to go around!" pause for laughter "Ah, speaking of, our own Michael Pasternak has been elected to the First District. I'd like to send him thanks; it's the congressmen and senators that keep the nation running."

"I am thrilled, though, that people across the nation are willing to risk a good amount for a chance at glory. A place where judgement is eradicated and everyone puts in their best, creating world wonders in the process. I will sacrifice as much as I can, my own sanity and livelihood if necessary, to make that happen. You have chosen me to be your representative, and, God willing, I will be the best US president of this millenium. Thank you again, and God bless America."

[New Cobastheia]

An aid approaches Guess.

"Theo, the President is on the line." She hands him the phone.

"Premier Guess — this is Dick Fischer. I am calling to congratulate you on a race well-run. This wasn't the result we hoped for — I know. But it is now, for all the progressives in America, that you need to be strong. For all of us.

Ahead of us, there will be trying moments. The critics will rage. Your friends will disappoint you. But, you will have an Almighty God to comfort you, a family who loves you, and a nation that — though many voted for your opponent — a nation that is pulling for you, including me. No matter what comes, you will never cease to be inspired by the character and compassion of the people we all lead, together.

You have a lot ahead of you, Theo. We're rooting for you."

After Dick stopped talking, Theo just hung up the phone. He didn't really feel anything, just the drugs he consumed to calm himself down at points in the night.
"Says the man who won his election," Theo mumbled as he plopped himself onto the dirt, "The most I can do now hope I get to be the next Henry Clay or William Jennings Bryan... And I don't even believe in a God!"

"Was that the President?" Asked Eric as he pulled up Theo, trying to comfort him.

"My life's over, I'll probably never get to be President and my greatest accomplishment will be dead in a few months times." Continued Theo.

"At least you guys won the popular vote." Said David with his Indian Accent, unsure of himself, being the sole medical doctor in the group of two politicians and a man who studies elections as a job. As per usual, he was sitting next to Victoria.

"And that is exactly what sucks the most about this shit!" Guess yelled as he got up to his feet, "In any other country on Earth, in any system that anyone could really call fair we would be the President and Vice President-Elect right now! But no, we have to live in a country where we treat the words of our founders like Gods and elect our leader with a system that was never meant to be used by the people in the first place!" Guess yelled as he kicked the ground.

"Get in the golf cart!" He commanded them all as they shuttled themselves off to the speech stage.

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"If I won the electoral college tonight, I was going to start this speech off by saying something along the lines of Andrew Jackson would be rolling over in his grave. A Native American had taken over his party and was going to become President! And I like that line too much not to say it even though it doesn't work under this election's circumstance.

But, that's the great thing about the electoral college, they don't decide for us who will be President til December 16. And if 5 or ore of Egilson's electors maybe want to give the people the person they elected President, I wouldn't be all that mad." Guess said somewhat jokingly.

"As for Egilson, I still think your policies won't be good for the nation, but I still want to wish you luck. As for working with me in Silicon Valley, I'd be more than willing to accept the help as long as I'm Premier or whatever the lower court decides what position I have in a few months. But besides that, hopefully, you can prove to me and the 4 million more Americans who voted for me that somehow, you can be good for the nation. So with that, I bit you all a good night, thank you!"

[Vienna Eliot]

January 5, 2053
U.S. House of Representatives | Washington, DC

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"Mr. President, I object to the certificate from the State of Alabama on the grounds that the electoral votes were not, under all of the known circumstances, aligned with the will of the people of the United States, and the widespread violations of the America Votes Act that unlawfully suppressed thousands of votes in the State of Alabama."

"Sections 15 and 17 of title 3 of the United States Code require that any objection be presented in writing, signed by a Member of the House of Representatives and a Senator. Is the objection in writing and signed not only by a Member of the House of Representatives but also by a Senator?"

"Uh, yes, or — Mr. President, the objection is in writing and is signed by a Member of the House of Representatives but not yet by a
Member of the United States Senate."

"In that case, the objection cannot be entertained."

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"The state of the vote for President of the United States, as delivered to the President of the Senate, is as follows: the whole number of electors appointed to vote for President of the United States is 538. Within that whole number, a majority is 270. The votes for President of the United States are as follows: Benjamin Egilson of the State of California has received 272 votes. Theodore Courtney Guess of the State of California has received 264 votes. Richard Faulkner of the State of Oregon has received one vote. Jason Carter of the State of Georgia has received one vote."

The chamber applauded. And booed.

"The state of the vote for Vice President of the United States, as delivered to the President of the Senate, is as follows: the whole number of electors appointed to vote for Vice President of the United States is 538. Within that whole number, a majority is 270. The votes for Vice President of the United States are as follows: Gareth B. Wright of the State of Minnesota has received 272 votes. Victoria Oladele Randolph of the State of Goergia has received 266 votes."

Shouting, cheering.

"The Sergeant at Arms will remove the protestors from the gallery. The joint session will be in order. This announcement of the state of the vote by the President of the Senate shall be deemed a sufficient declaration of the persons elected President and Vice President of the United States, each for the term beginning on the 20th day of January 2053 and shall be entered, together with the list of the votes, on the Journals of the Senate and House of Representatives. The purpose of the joint session having concluded, pursuant to the Senate Concurrent Resolution 2, 132nd Congress, the Chair declares the joint session dissolved."

January 20, 2053
U.S. Capitol West Front | Washington, DC

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"I,"

"I,"

"State your name,"

"Benjamin Egilson,"

"Do solemnly swear,"

"Do solemnly swear,"

"That I will faithfully execute,"

"That I will faithfully execute,"

"The Office of the President of the United States,"

"The Office of President of the United States,"

"And will,"

"And will,"

"To the best of my ability,"

"To the best of my ability,"

"Preserve, protect, and defend,"

"Preserve, protect, and defend,"

"The Constitution of the United States."

"The Constitution of the United States. So help me God."

"Congratulations, Mr. President."

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