driftfleet | 1st Broadcast - + one shapeshifter

Who: Frobisher and YOU! Yes, all of you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle

[The broadcast opens to an extreme close up of a black beady eye. Frobisher is still trying to work out exactly how these devices work but hey, he's a penguin of some ingenuity. Convinced it's broadcasting, he waddles backwards giving the audience the time to appreciate his full and beautiful form. Such fine feathers. Such a handsome beak. Such... yes very much such a penguin.

You are receiving a video broadcast from a penguin. You're welcome.]

Hey, how's everyone doing today? Enjoying the view? Gotta say, real nice place you got here, I haven't seen this kinda hospitality since the Doc took us to the grand opening of the Space Hilton a while back. Real up market. Could use a little more variety in the diet though, how is a self-respecting penguin supposed to enjoy a free meal if you punks ain't got any fish in that canteen of yours?

Now that we've got the pleasantries over with, I'm looking for a guy. A specific one, actually. Tall, unruly curly hair, wearing an outfit like he got puked on by a aesthetically challenged rainbow. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on the guy but you know what Gallifreyans are like, never following directions. If anyone sees him, tell him he's penguin friend's waiting to collect him on the hospitality deck. And Doc, if you're seeing this yourself, I'm gonna say you owe me BIG time for getting us into a mess like this again. We was supposed to be going to the South Pole, remember?

Once we get outta here I'm gonna be the one picking the destinations for the next week, got it?

Now while I'm stuck up here... this place got a pool?

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Yeah, that's him! You seen the big clown around here somewhere? 'Cause I got words for the guy when I get my flippers on 'im, lemme tell you.

Not in over a year, I'm afraid. I encountered him somewhere else.

I didn't know there was someone supposed to keep an eye on him. [much less, a penguin]

A year? I think you might have the wrong guy here, pal, I only saw the Doc about an hour ago.

Granted it when your traveling with a Time Lord things ain't always that straight forward. And believe me, the Doc's always getting himself into scrapes when I ain't around. The guy practically needs a full time baby sitter.

[Frobisher sighs and flops dramatically into a chair. Flopping is much more impressive when you have flippers.]

What's your name, pal?

It's possible it was a different version of the Doctor, or a different regeneration, I suppose. Time works a bit strangely in places like these. Much like traveling with him, I'd imagine.

[He makes a slight amused sound at hearing the Doctor needs a babysitter. Yeah. That sounds about right.] At least it sounds like you're willing to take on that job.

I'm Allen. Allen Walker. What's your name?

What can I say, I've developed a soft spot for the big lug.

My friends call me Frobisher, great to meet ya, pal.

It's nice to meet you too, Frobisher.

Sorry you got dragged into all this.

Getting dragged into stuff is kinda my unofficial career these days.

So, what is 'all of this', anyways?

Ah-

Well see...

This is apparently all part of a..."reality tv show"?

Apparently they put people on these ships and watch their adventures. I believe that's it.

...so basically I've been forcibly cast into some sort of like spaceship-based Big Brother, is that what you're telling me?

[What, sometimes there are long gaps in the TARDIS between adventures. And the Doctor has cable.]

Possibly? I don't really watch those kinds of shows.

[He's more a movie guy himself]

While I'm waiting to get sprung loose from this place, any way you can point me to the nearest bar, pal?

[So wondering if penguins should really drink alcohol.......]

There...isn't one.

WHAT?

They've trapped us in a reality TV show and there isn't even booze? What kinda sense does that make?!

There's alcohol! But you have to get it from planets and waystations we stop at! So when we come across those, people stock up their own supply.

But unfortunately, we haven't come across a planet or a stocked waystation in well over a month, so... [If the liquors not gone, good luck prying it from people's hands]

Eugh, what kind of hell have you got us trapped in this time, Doc?

[Excuse him just flopping forward onto the floor in dejection. Quite a feet for a penguin of his girth.]

No fish and no booze. This is basically hell.