Date a Sokka! Open!

[spacebro]

Who: Mon-El, Sokka, and YOU!
Broadcast: OPEN!
Action: Bar in Berrivalia on Selvin-9
When: Now!

[The feed comes on to reveal Mon-El’s face in the foreground as Sokka sits next to him ordering a drink from a bartender, seemingly unaware of his friend’s broadcast.]

Hello, fleet! This is my first official outing as a wingman, and I’m going to need your help. We need to find this handsome, water tribe captain a mate! [He says as he puts his arm around Sokka’s shoulders and brings him into the frame.]

[Sokka was reaching out for his beer, looking forward to a relaxing night out with his friend. Then, suddenly he was pulled away from his drink and brought in front of the feed. It takes him a few moments for realisation of what was actually happening to hit him. He blinks, then turns, wide eyed to stare at Mon-El.]

Wait. What. We're doing this now?. Like...right now?

[Mon-El shrugs him off.] Okay, ladies—or gentlemen maybe—in addition to be newly older and buffer Sokka can eat concerning amounts of meat in a single sitting, wield a sword, and recite poetry. [He drops his voice as if to speak directly to Sokka, but it’s still audible.] I added that last one to make you sound more romantic.

[This was not happening. This couldn't actually be happening to him. He had to be imagining it. He stares at the screen, giving a half-robotic wave of his hand, probably staring off into space a little bit.]

Wow. No one's ever managed to sum me up in so few words before. Gee. Thanks, buddy. [He lowers his voice to a gentle hiss, waving a hand at the screen.] You know you could have warned me, Dude. This is kinda weird. People are gonna think I'm weird. [He is weird]

You’re not weird. [Facing the screen again and sounding sincere.] He’s not weird. Blame any weird on me. Honestly, Sokka is a great guy and a good friend. I can’t tell you everything good about him because there’s a lot and I’m still learning about it, but part of the fun is finding those things out about each other. So no more spoilers. I really think anyone would be lucky to be with him or I wouldn’t be doing this.

So, what do you say? Does anyone want to meet Sokka?

[This is still weird and he's still not completely convinced he wants it to go this way. Or if he's even dealt with all the baggage that comes with moving on in the first place. But Mon-El's done it now, so he's going to have to let it roll the way it is. He lets out an awkward laugh]

Aww. That was almost sweet. You are good at this. [He offers an awkward smile to the screen.] I was kind of planning to do this like a regular person, but I'm not about to spoil his...efforts here. So I'm gonna go sit in that corner with my beer and hope the wall eat me alive, cool? Cool. [He's gonna...fingerguns at you all and try to slide off screen.]

(OOC: Sokka is blue. Mon-El is red. Both boys will reply to responses separately.)

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[mongoosecrow]

Who: Gil and OPEN
Broadcast: Video
Action: Blameless
When: Probably today, but like forwarded to take place when it's super late. It's another 3am type broadcast that he doesn't think will reach anyone when it goes up, but is willing to have people respond to when they are awake at a decent time - or not at all. Insomnia!Gil is the worst.


[The video starts with a model of a ship in the forefront. The name Tempest on the side of it is clearly visible. In the background is the engine room to the Blameless, and then a stock of red hair comes into view before Gil's face follows it.]

You know what we need? More model ships. Of the entire Fleet. You know, you could have one of the Iskaulit which is bigger than most of the others. One for the Marsiva but the rule is you only get to play with it once and then never again.

[He grins at the idea.]

The model of the Blameless would be the cutest. I'm sorry to say for the rest of you lot. That's just the facts.

And this one would be the prettiest. [He picks up the Tempest and makes to fly her around in a single motion of his hand.] But she's one of a kind. And mine.