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pneumoWho: Sascha, Bigby, & Kurt
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels
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Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels
( Read more... )Jul. 30th, 2016
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geonomyWho: Clay Terran and yes, yes you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the good ship Vanquish
When: Right now, 7/30
[It was Clay's second birthday celebrated here. Last year, it felt weird, since there was a time jump from what he remembered in December to suddenly April, then July happening so soon after that. Now, now that he's more used to it, it's... more normal.
He doesn't want to announce anything; not because he doesn't want people to know, but well, there are party ponies here, and that had been startling to say the least the last time it happened. But there is a sponsor drop, and Clay figures he ought to address the network as he sees to what's inside it.
When he shows up on camera, he's got a big grin while he leans on a decently sized box.]
Hey everyone! It's been a while since I got a sponsor drop. What was it last time – visors? It feels like it's been light-years!
[Yes. It was visors. There's still a crate of visors in the cargo room.]
... By the way, if anyone wants a visor, feel free to message me. [He says with a tip of his own. But anyway:] But hey, look what I got now! [He leans back to gesture to the box he was leaning on.] And since it has been a while, I figured it'd be cool to have my own sort of unboxing!
[And with that, he starts! Once he's got the box cracked open, he gives the camera a grin, then opens it fully. He looks... a bit confused, and he takes out the note to read it out loud.]
Dear spaceboy, happy bir -
[SHIT NO. NOT WHEN THERE ARE PARTY PONIES HERE. He clenches his mouth shut and winces, like he just screwed up, before he slowly continues to read.]
... to celebrate, we've given you... comm cases? Uh, we love you!
[He lowers the note, looking down at all the cases, before he looks up at the camera again with a smile that first looks sheepish, then goes right back to being jovial.]
There's waaay too many cases for one spaceman. [He holds up one in particular, shaped to fit the communication devices, and leans against the box again while waving it slightly for the camera.] Anyone want one? Or two?
((ooc: the cases come in whatever design you want, though probably nothing too fancy. come bedazzle your comm device!))
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the good ship Vanquish
When: Right now, 7/30
[It was Clay's second birthday celebrated here. Last year, it felt weird, since there was a time jump from what he remembered in December to suddenly April, then July happening so soon after that. Now, now that he's more used to it, it's... more normal.
He doesn't want to announce anything; not because he doesn't want people to know, but well, there are party ponies here, and that had been startling to say the least the last time it happened. But there is a sponsor drop, and Clay figures he ought to address the network as he sees to what's inside it.
When he shows up on camera, he's got a big grin while he leans on a decently sized box.]
Hey everyone! It's been a while since I got a sponsor drop. What was it last time – visors? It feels like it's been light-years!
[Yes. It was visors. There's still a crate of visors in the cargo room.]
... By the way, if anyone wants a visor, feel free to message me. [He says with a tip of his own. But anyway:] But hey, look what I got now! [He leans back to gesture to the box he was leaning on.] And since it has been a while, I figured it'd be cool to have my own sort of unboxing!
[And with that, he starts! Once he's got the box cracked open, he gives the camera a grin, then opens it fully. He looks... a bit confused, and he takes out the note to read it out loud.]
Dear spaceboy, happy bir -
[SHIT NO. NOT WHEN THERE ARE PARTY PONIES HERE. He clenches his mouth shut and winces, like he just screwed up, before he slowly continues to read.]
... to celebrate, we've given you... comm cases? Uh, we love you!
[He lowers the note, looking down at all the cases, before he looks up at the camera again with a smile that first looks sheepish, then goes right back to being jovial.]
There's waaay too many cases for one spaceman. [He holds up one in particular, shaped to fit the communication devices, and leans against the box again while waving it slightly for the camera.] Anyone want one? Or two?
((ooc: the cases come in whatever design you want, though probably nothing too fancy. come bedazzle your comm device!))