Sitting in her little office cubby at the studio, Canary sighed and shoved away the stack of reports she’d been reading. Her ratings were… middling, though not bad enough to warrant a cancellation. But she could tell her audience was becoming bored. And Canary absolutely refused to be boring. Donahue had been boring. Springer had, eventually, become boring. Maury had just gotten ridiculous and very one-horsey. No, she would not end up like those old men. She needed a hook. Something to reel the audience back in and make sure that they never wandered off again.

Growling in frustration, she sifted through the papers again, eyes scanning for anything that might spark some inspiration. When nothing immediately flew out at her, she stood up and stretched, dropping the papers to the desk. The truth was, if she was based anywhere else but Destiny City, her numbers would be fine. But here, in this weird as ******** ******** town, the audience was becoming jaded to her antics. How could she appear fresh and exciting and incendiary when literal monsters and costumed weirdos with fancy powers roamed the streets? She had nothing to compete with, short of begging a General Sovereign to come on her show and blast the audience live on camera. And while she suspected Hessonite might actually be willing to do something like that, the others sure weren’t. And Laurelite would have her hide for a throw rug. So, what else did she have to work with? She wasn’t powerful enough yet to get herself a youma. But maybe she could find some amenable officers who could and make a few alliances? Maybe stage a few incidents in order to be the only source of information?

Pacing the length of the tiny office, Canary considered that. People were still willing to believe some crazy things. Why couldn’t she stage one or two little Incidents and be conveniently on hand to report on them? But she’d need build up first… Start going out with her camera guy to catch little slices of life around the city. Why not start at Biolumina? As far as the sheep knew, it was a legit club. Laurelite and the others surely couldn’t refuse a little positive press? And what if she did a series of just hitting clubs? Once people were used to seeing her out and about, then she could stage some sort of event. Maybe make the senshi look bad and the Negaverse good.

Canary knew she had power. She had a fanbase. If she could increase that while making life harder for the White Moon, well. Striding back to her desk, she found a mostly blank piece and paper and began to scribble notes furiously. She wanted a concrete plan first. Then, she’d look for a general to discuss ways and means with. If they thought it feasible, she’d escalate from there.

One way or another, she’d be moving up the ladder. If she wound up leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, who the hell cared? Once their energy was gone, they were worthless sacks of meat anyway.

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