1st Broadcast - + one shapeshifter

[initforthemoney]

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?

Comments

[initforthemoney]

So I gotta ask, pal. The pony get-up. Is that full-time for you, or is this a morph?

[preformthisneigh]

I...have no idea what a morph is, but I'm all pony. We're everywhere in my world.

[initforthemoney]

You know, a shapeshift. It may suprise you to know, I'm not a full time penguin.

Huh, pony world. Guess it takes all kinds in this universe.

[preformthisneigh]

Oh. We have something like that in Equestria. They're called Changelings. [His tone is a little flat. Changelings aren't a good thing. ]

Guess so. There sure aren't any humanoids where I'm from, and there's heaps upon heaps of them everywhere else. It's like fingers and opposable thumbs are the universe's favourite body shape or something.

[initforthemoney]

Seriously. I only do humanoids if you're paying me. What do they need that many fingers for, anyway?

[preformthisneigh]

I know right? It all seems pretty superfluous to me. It's like they're showing off, with their skinny, easily breakable digits.

[initforthemoney]

Yeah, and so TALL. I'm always seriously afraid of falling over and breaking something. You don't get much damage when you're three feet off the ground.

[preformthisneigh]

Nope, and you got more to help balance you that spindly little arms that are usually carrying stuff and rendered useless anyway.

[initforthemoney]

I like you, pal. You got moxy. I gotta buy you a drink sometime.

Or a bale of hay, whatever you're into.

[preformthisneigh]

Why thank you, I'm particularly proud of my moxy. And we ponies drink cider, for future reference.

But I wouldn't say no to a bale of hay, either.

[initforthemoney]

Cider. Got it.

As far as I know, penguins are just into fish and sea water but this particular penguin is a big fan of high quality scotch.

And low quality scotch. It don't pay to be picky in this life.

[preformthisneigh]

[That gets a little hoof-salute. ]

But it sure is nice to be picky when you can be. Scotch it is.