video but mostly audio (LEAVE THE KIDS AT HOME WE WERE NSFW)

[collegedropout]

[Happy V-Day, everyone! Sam has been unfortunately busy this weekend. You know, working at the bars, getting convinced by certain stoner semi-angels to partake in a quick bar-hop. Or three. Or five. Also, what the fuck was in that Space Race drink? Because he felt just fine after the first hour, but then he went down like a sack of potatoes.

The black screen leaves a lot to the imagination, so far. Sam gives a tired, hungover groan and slaps around for the built-in alarm he'd set in the communications device, which is probably murderous on your guys' ears at first. When he grabs for it and peers to look at the time listed, the broadcast gives a good look at him in all of his glory -- who knew someone could have so many hickeys at once?]

Wha...

[He stares up at the ceiling, blinking wearily. This isn't... the ship...

But surely nothing crazy happened, he thinks. Just drank a little too much. He's usually super chaste and all, and it's not like he'd...

And then three blue arms reach out from the right side of the bed, curling over his chest.]

Awake already, gangly human...?

[And another copper-skinned arm reaches to pet his hair from his left. A few interesting memories resurface from the night before.]

Surprisingly durable to make up for your poor tolerance to alcohol, mmhmm.

[Sam's eyes widen rather comedically as he shoots up from the bed, dropping the video feed flat on its face again. The sounds of him shuffling back sounds close to the microphone, and there are quite a few giggling ladies, and it really makes you wonder how many are actually fitting in that bed. Judging from the way Sam is tripping over his words, he's probably floundering. Let your imaginations be your guide.]

Jesus -- what the -- I, um, sorry. I -- Wow, right. I should, should really be -- ohmygod, uh. You guys were all great, seriously, but I... Have a shift in three hours... I should...!!

[More giggling at the sound of rustling pants.]

Wow, Sam, you've gone so red; I didn't know humans could change colors! What a fascinating species.

[One of the human girls in the crowd laughs aloud.] Nah, he just goes from animal to nervous school boy in one morning flat.

Thank you for your time, ladies--

Don't you want to stay for breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!

That's really nice but--[He's just about now realizing that the feed is going, and he's too distracted to notice that he's about to trip right over someone's body on the floor.]--OOF!!

[The video THUDS, pointing at a wall. This is the most PG feed detailing a NC-17 night ever. A familiar voice -- the source of Sam's tripping -- smacks his lips while a background cacophony of the gals and guys littered around the room gossip and giggle and exchange ship names. Sam is dumbstruck.]

How many people are there?!

Ah. Morning, Sam.

Cas!?

Slow your roll, buddy, there's plenty of time for round two and three--

Ugh... Not this again...

--or four or five...

M'gonna be sick...... What was in that Space Racer...

[This is the worst.

Happy Valentine's Day.]

Comments

[collegedropout]

... Thanks... for the tip.

[He knows as much, at least, but. You know. It's better than other things she could point out.]

I'll drink nothing but water for the rest of my life, at this point.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Yeah out was pretty much the only safe thing she could think of to say.]

At least you're not hurt?

[Probably.... the opposite.]

Or in jail.

[collegedropout]

[Actually, he's kind of sore. But one of them had a pretty crushing grip, okay.]

At least there's that.

I'm starting to think I'd prefer a jail cell...

[child_of_bhaal]

Do you need an escort? Get you out if there in one piece?

[Not that she wants to go anywhere near a room full of naked people but it wouldn't be the first org she'd walked in on.]

[collegedropout]

[That actually wrangles a small laugh out of him.]

No, no, I think... I'm fine.

They're rowdy, but -- they seem, uh, nice.

[child_of_bhaal]

[A smile for a smile.]

Alright, but you know how to reach me of you need rescue. I can come in and be all captainy and protective. Scare some locals.

[Half joking, all she would do this for you if you asked.</small.]

[collegedropout]

I think the only think that needs rescuing right now is my reputation.

But... thanks, Syeira.

[child_of_bhaal]

Oh that'll be fine. Don't worry. You're still you. You just.... had a little fun.

[Or a lot of fun, but who's counting?]

[collegedropout]

[That's good to know. Sam would like to still be Sam.]

A little fun, right. I'll be sure to pen it that way, if it ever comes up again.

[child_of_bhaal]

You're not a bad or foolish person because of this, Sam. If someone makes fun of you, then they're just envious of the experience.

[collegedropout]

[He feels plenty bad or foolish about it, but he appreciates the kindness.]

Far be it from me to not hope they get their own envy-worthy experiences, then.

[child_of_bhaal]

[She considers him a moment, tilting her head. She's seeing something, puzzling it out. Doesn't take her very long.]

You're embarrassed. And not just by everyone getting an eye full. Why? You didn't actually do anything wrong.

[collegedropout]

Yeah, well, a grown man broadcasting his morning afters isn't the most responsible thing in the world... And - I don't know. This isn't usually my... thing. I guess I feel guilty about enjoying myself, and I'm not completely sure why just yet.

[child_of_bhaal]

First off, the broadcast was obviously an accident and has nothing to do with how responsible you are. Secondly, I think you'll find, once you've puzzled it out, that whatever makes you feel guilty about enjoying your life isn't worthy of the feeling at all. Good people are always punishing themselves for failing an imagined standard.

[Such great advice. Very wise words. And with pointedly zero self examination. Ah well, at least perhaps Sam can benefit.]

[collegedropout]

... I guess that's true. Imagined standards, I mean.

Does the same go for you?

[Oh look Sam's onto you.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Nicely done Sam. It gives her pause, makes her think.]

I've never taken a chance of defying an imaginary standard, so I'm not sure if I'd make myself feel bad or not.

[So basically, she is absolutely not taking her own advice. Or can't see that she should.]

[collegedropout]

As long as you remember what you just told me, you'll do fine. Right?