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[So here is everyone's favorite gay clock with a Very Serious Look on his face. He has his small wooden hands braced on the counter in front of him, and behind him? Are the little cleaning bots in the bay area of the SS Wonderduck. They are clearly making as much space as possible.]

I am a magical ... cursed person, but I haven't had your dream. However, if this is all bodes to this plan-et being utterly destroyed, then I suggest we get organized as soon as possible to take as many of these people with us as possible.

[He sniffs, and takes out a clipboard.] I have come up with a ten part plan to organize and prepare us to share rations amongst us and the people we manage to bring with us, along with sleeping quarters and arrangements for bathing ... for as much bathing as you all do.

[Seriously he is a clean freak but you all bathe way, way too much.]

We should have more than enough water, that is not a concern. Women and children first, naturally. And ... hm. What am I forgetting?

[In a Cogsworth plan? Probably nothing. But feel free to suggest.]
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Who: Jim Kirk & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Tourist if you want to speak to him in person
When: Now! Right now!

[ The video comes on and Kirk fills the screen, looking somewhere between perturbed and amused, maybe even a touch confused. Or was it miffed? Either way it's a slightly odd expression and just to his left is sitting a basket most everyone should be familiar with now. It is opened, though the food stuffs is left untouched (for now - he's not Looma, okay?).

He picks one of the items up off the table beside him and holds it up - it's a picture of a bird with some words atop it that read: 'I took a calculated risk, but man, am I bad at math' and titled on the frame as "Self Portrait". ]


I feel this is a very sassy and unwarranted attack on my character, Atroma. Is there something you're trying to tell me?
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[Does this look like a harassed clock with a human face? Does it? Good, because it's Cogsworth, sitting in front of a window on the Marvisa and he looks like he just swallowed about a half a dozen lemons. In his tiny brass hands he is holding a piece of paper, and he keeps fiddling with it, shifting it between his two hands.

He puts one brass hand up to his mouth, clears his throat, and then fumbles with the paper for a moment. Could he be ... nervous? It's possible.

Lips pressed together, the time hands on his face twitching, he states flatly.]

Hello. My name is Cogsworth and I am a ... [now he has to look at the word.] Ho-mo-sexual. I realize that I am a ... clock, but I assure you that I am not a ho-mo-sex-ual clock, but a ho-mo-sex-ual man. I have been ... told. Rigorously.

[Here he is glowering.]

That I need to ... 'embrace' this. So. If there are any ... individual males who would not mind ... being complimented by a ... human clock, then, ah. Please! Come forward.

[Okay he'll try a smile but it's more of a sheepish grimace at this point. God help him.]
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Who: Ardyn and YOU!
Broadcast: Open Broadcast
Action: Kitchens of Marsiva
When: July 4th


How long will it be until we can return, or rather, be returned to our ships I wonder? Such odd occurrences have happened aboard this ship over the last month or so. These rooms involving our pasts and memories of others, quite unnerving I have to say.

[The calibrations. How could you not notice when your life was like an open book for anyone to wander in at will. Ardyn didn't like it, not one bit.]

I seem to have been granted a few little presents from our esteemed masters though....

[He offered a small chuckle in amusement, as he moved to fill up a glass of something, since he was in the kitchen of the Marsiva.]

....upgrades they call them. Augment adjustments to these strange little chips in our heads. Has anyone else had one and found themselves gifted with power they never had before? Telepathy is such a useful gift to have, since those Atroma robbed me of my abilities when they dumped me aboard this space prison.

[He took a sip of the liquid and smiled slowly. Wine? Possibly.]
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[The first angle you see of the phone screen is, strangely enough, looking up at one of the ceilings of the Marivisa. Out of the corner of the screen, you can the edge of a shelf, or perhaps a desk. Slowly peering over the edge, you can see a small, Baroque style clock.

Which has eyes. And a mouth. And it's two hands twitch on the side of his small mechanical face like whiskers. You cannot believe you can make this out, but yes, it does in fact look like the clock is scowling downwards.

Then sighing. Rather dramatically, at that. Then the clock disappears. There is the sound of wood scuffling across metal, then a 'Careful Cogsworth, careful waaaugh!', and the sound of a crash as something wooden slips off of something plastic and then down to something hard. Like the metal floor.

After a moment, the phone is tilted back up into the clock's face, and it growls at all of you in an impossibly posh British accent.]

I don't know where I am. I don't know where this is. I don't know what is happening. But whatever It is? It is somehow Lumiere's fault!

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