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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[He points an accusing finger at him.]

How is that even possible!? How do I know you're even really there or not some elaborate prank?

Well if you want proof, pal.

[Frobisher is just going to extend his legs so he can reach up and flipper-slap you across the face. You're welcome.]

[Okay at first, Joseph is in too much shock that he just got slapped by a penguin to react much, but that shock quickly spills over into anger. He is definitely going to try and punch this dumb bird.]

What the hell was that even supposed to prove!?

That I'm really here. You wanted to know.

[Look at all the fucks he gives!]

You didn't have to slap me!

[Okay, no. He is definitely hitting the penguin now.]

[Frobisher ducks, shrinking as he hits the floor so that the punch definitely won't land. Shapeshifters, can't be tamed.]

Hey, cool it wouldya!

[How the hell did...?]

Did you just get smaller?

[Frobisher stands up again, adjusting back to his normal size and dusting himself off with his flippers.]

Well yeah, it's more effective than just ducking.

How the hell did you do that?

[Joseph. The penguin is talking. Is shrinking really that far out there now?]

I'm a Whifferdill. That's a shapeshifter to those of you not in the know. Swapping sizes around is the least I can do.

[...Okay, he's willing to believe that, but that does leave him with one question.]

Why a penguin?

Why not a penguin? Penguin's are great!

[He opens his mouth to argue, but he closes it a second later without saying anything because okay. Penguins are kinda cool.]

But don't you want hands?

[He holds up his, waggling his thumbs. Those are pretty useful. More useful than a beak, anyway.]

Who needs hands? Flipper do just as well. And way better for swimming.

'Sides, I know the humanoid shape is what all the kids are writing home about these days, but it ain't the easiest to shift into. How many damn fingers do you guys need anyway, I can hardly keep track of them all!

[He lowers his hands.]

It's ten. Five on each hand. How is that hard to keep track of?

When you have as many shapes downloaded into your brain as I do, yeah it is. 'Sides i grew up as a kid only having six, way easier to deal with. But none simplifies things even further.

So what do you look like normally...?

Normal is a relative term, pal. I've spent the better part of twenty years or so as a penguin. Whifferdills on their own ain't much to write home about on their own. Yellow, three feet tall or so. We need to morph to get anything done.

[That's one way around it, he supposes. Still, a penguin seems like a little bit of an odd choice. But hey, whatever. Who is Joseph to judge?]

My name's Joseph, but everyone just calls me Jojo. What's yours?

Frobisher. Great to meet ya, pal.

[He holds out one flipper to shake.]

Sorry about the whole slapping thing, sometimes I get a little carried away with the jokes. I'm a light hearted guy, what can I say.

[Well, now Joseph can tell his friends he's shook han-- flip-- Whatever. He got to shake with a penguin. Once that's settled, he gets back to his feet.]

It's alright. But I hope you don't plan on greeting other people with that shit. Not everyone's as easy-going as I am.

Naw, only people who give me such a good opening.

[He gives him an affectionate pat on his legs with one flipper. No hard feelings, bro.]

[Joseph grins and shrugs a shoulder.]

I probably would have done the same.

[No hard feelings. Just don't do it again though, okay?]

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