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

[heavenonearth]

Yeah it's not great, but you know, it is what it is. Let me tell you though, makes this place seem pre-tty great. Hot water is a privilege, let me tell you.

[ladybro]

Even makes the protein cubes sound good.

[heavenonearth]

Almost, yeah.

[ladybro]

-- Is the food at least still good at the end of the world?

[heavenonearth]

No way, mostly canned.. everything. But you know, in comparison with the stuff on these ships, I think I've never missed canned peas more.

[ladybro]

Been here long? I was hoping that maybe taste-buds might just...adapt. To the proteins.

[heavenonearth]

Ask me again in a couple months or so, I've been eating on the space station as often as possible.

[ladybro]

You're not afraid of accidentally eating some sorta weird alien meat?

[heavenonearth]

Nah, not really. Meat is meat, flesh is flesh, it's all the same stuff.

[ladybro]

I'm not certain everyone would agree with that.

[heavenonearth]

Not asking you to, but it sure doesn't bother me. But I mean, when it comes down to it, it is all the same. You know, muscle tissue, water, fat, protein, even on other planets, it's all the same molecules.

So eat up. Who's saying where the proteins in those things on the ship came from, anyway? Bet it's space bugs.

[ladybro]

I was kinda hoping it'd be -- y'know. Tofu.

[ not because she doesn't eat meat. not at all. but she's certainly privileged enough to fret over the ethics of any and all meat sources. ]

[heavenonearth]

[ he chuckles, quietly. ]

Well, who knows, maybe it is. It's probably synthetic anyway, so I wouldn't worry.