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]

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.

[nextlineis]

[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?

[initforthemoney]

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.

[nextlineis]

[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.

[initforthemoney]

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.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph grins and shrugs a shoulder.]

I probably would have done the same.

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