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[benames]

yo space-folks :)

Now that we now that 1000 writers, film producers and game creators were wrong and that aliens don't want to exterminate earth or experiment on our bodies or have us have weird alien babies ( has no one seen the Alien? ) -- but they do like space reality shows the questions that must be asked are those:

1. do you think people who are sent home are just too boring to the audience?

2. ergo, should we all try being as stale as day old bread and hope for the best?

3. do you think the alien audience has a favorite and if so, who is it? I have my guesses, not sharing unless you tell me yours.

4. ok but is anyone's hair a mess because of all of this humidity?

5. are you all aware we are on a jurassic park planet and could be eaten by raptors at any given time? ( HINT: lock your doors )

Action: Planet: OTA

[burnstoohot]

Who: Fëanor [AND OPEN]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport, the planet
When: Throughout first half of July


Bloodsport: Open to crewmates or visitors!

It was far too easy to get caught up in putting his new knowledge to practical use. Fëanor would spend hours (sometimes days) at a time in the engine room, poking at this or that. Taking one thing apart only to put it back together in a way that he felt would enhance function or appearance, depending on mood. The elf would forget, as had always been an issue, to care for himself when his interest was roused.

Anyone care to drag him out for food or rest? Even a walk around the ship?


Planet: OTA!
Forest
Trees and nature always called to the hearts and minds of elves. Fëanor was no exception, though he far preferred actually working in forges, making new things than out and about. It made little difference though, as he'd been cooped up in various ships for longer than he was used to staying in one room. And with such a world to explore as this, how could he refuse the chance to get outside? Breath fresh air again, feel dirt and earth under his feet and life all around.

Beach
When the elf came upon the water he found himself stuck, gazing out at the expanse and feeling the waves crash against him, threatening to drag him out to sea. But he always stood still, and firm, knowing how to move with it to avoid actually being swept out.


[OOC: Oooooooooooooooor make up your own prompt and we'll play! Prose or brackets, I'll match.]