Video [Open]

[english_dignity]

Who: Arthur Kirland and Open
Broadcast: Network - Unfiltered
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Thursday evening

[The badly angled view of Marsiva's viewing bay should be familiar to most before Arthur gets his camera angled right to actually show his face. It figured he'd be dragged away on his day off. Meeting new people when he actually looked respectable and not dressed like a punk (Union Jack shirt, earrings, and temporary green streaks in his hair included) would just be too much to ask for, wouldn't it?]

Really, kidnapped to a reality show in space. If I didn't know better I'd think someone had given me a good sound whack on the head. This would make more sense as a hallucination.

[Grumbles, flicking a few green strands from his face and trying to straighten his clothes to look somewhat respectable. The proper English accent helps, he's sure.]

Well, since it sounds like I'm not the only one in this situation, I might as well say hello. I'm Arthur Kirkland, of Great Britain. It's a pleasure to meet you. Circumstances aside of course. I'm sorry for my appearance, but this caught me a little off-guard.

Chapter Eleven [Video]

[thebestseller]

Who: Richard Castle and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Castle's room at the resort
When: December 22nd. Apologies to the creators of A Christmas Story.

[When Castle begins broadcasting, the traditional Festivus pole can be seen behind him in his fairy tale-themed room.]

Howdy, folks! I finally managed to win a prize through betting on the space ponies, so I thought I'd share in this Festivus miracle and open the crate live on television.

[And Castle pans down to show a fairly large crate with alien writing all over it. It reads "FRAGILE", though of course Castle doesn't know it. When he pries it open, there's a lot of packing inside, and so he carefully brushes it aside to reveal...

... a lamp. But not just any lamp. This is a lamp made of a distinctly alien-looking mannequin leg, complete with a metallic high-heeled shoe straight out of 50's sci-fi art, and adorned with a lampshade on top. Castle is lost for words for a moment.]

Uh... I, uh... that... that's some prize there. One might... might call it a major award in fact. I'd be willing to let someone take it off my hands, though.

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[noprophecies]

Who: Tempest
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: The Golden
When: now!

[she doesn't normally use the video option, but today she has a reason - of course, the network is gifted with her grumpy face first]

I have been sent tiny bottles of wine for my - today. [her nose wrinkles at the almost slip and she holds up a little bottle for the camera to see] They have - what I can only assume are meant to be elf ears attached to it. They think they are being cute.

[sure enough, little rubber elf ears are on the bottle. She huffs and puts it down]

Whatever it is certainly doesn't taste like wine, but if anyone would like a bottle, you are more than welcome to come to the Golden and take one. Surely one of you will enjoy the taste.