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

[openhands]

The same way as you and everyone else. Atroma brought me here.

[initforthemoney]

Anyone know who the hell these Atroma chumps are? I'd like to show some of them the back of my flipped, it just ain't on to go yanking people outta perfectly good vacations!

[openhands]

No. We have very limited contact with anyone who is responsible for this and it's easy enough for them to keep it that way.

[initforthemoney]

Damn. So no chance of gettin' my flipper on a very high quality full Body photograph of one of them, huh?

[openhands]

What?

[No, seriously. What?]

[initforthemoney]

You know. Just in case that might come in handy later.

[wat, a Whifferdill likes to plan ahead.]

[openhands]

How would that come in handy?

[She's questioning your ability to carry out any plans ahead, bro. You're a freakin' bird.]

[initforthemoney]

Let's just say I'm real good at impersonations.

[openhands]

I somehow doubt very much that you could pass yourself off as anyone from Atroma.

[initforthemoney]

Oh yeah? Is this a request for a demonstration?

[openhands]

I would only believe it if I saw it with my own two eyes.

[initforthemoney]

Your wish is my command!

[show off? He would NEVER. But enjoy the spectacle as Frobisher starts stretching upwards, growing until the six foot Mark, sprouting hair and clothes as he goes.

In under a minute, there is now a tall man in a ridiculous rainbow coat where the penguin used to be. Feel free to be deeply impressed.]

Whatya think? Pretty great trick, huh?

[openhands]

[Okay, she's heard of mages being able to shapeshift, but this is bananas.]

You're... What are you?

[initforthemoney]

A Whifferdill! No one around here seems to have heard of us.

[It could really go to a guy's ego.]

[openhands]

I can't say that I have heard of a..."Whifferdill" either.

[initforthemoney]

Figured. We're from Xenon, not that most of us live there any more.

I'm a bit of a wanderer.

[openhands]

Where is Xenon?