video

[robitussin]

Who: opal, nightingale, and you
Broadcast: video!
Action: on the pathstone
When: now!

[When the feed turns on, it’s focused on... so many Christmas sweaters laying on a bed. There are more, hidden beneath those four and out of view of the camera; from what can be seen, it looks like there are at least three or four more. The camera swings around to two girls, one of whom has the most deadpan look on her face.]

I officially hate sponsor drops. I want none of this.

[The other one just looks kind of confused.]

I’m pretty sure this is another Earth reference or something that I’m missing here. What the fuck is wrong with Earth?

[It earns a snort out of Opal.]

There are many things wrong with Earth, and all of them are a long story. Don’t worry about it. Anyways, the point is that someone should come here and take these away because every single one is kind of the worst thing ever? Save us.

Either that or we can throw them out into space. That’s an option too. There’s a sun nearby to hurl these into, right?

[She sounds dead serious about this.]

...Maybe we should at least see if anyone wants them before we toss them into a sun? [But, she smiles.] I am totally saving shoving them out of an airlock as a plan B, though. Thank you for that.

[She glances back at the camera for a moment, though, giving the feed a Look.]

Seriously, though, get these far enough away that I never have to see them again.

[ooc: blue is opal, purple is nightingale!]

Comments

[save_the_souls]

[.....

....Maybe Sokka...]

No. Keep them away please.

[robitussin]

Allen. I feel a great deal of anguish every time I look at them. Please ease my suffering.

[save_the_souls]

[....]

If you can't find anyone else, put them in a box and mark them for "Alex Russo".

If she ever returns, she'll want them.

[robitussin]

...She was the one who was into Jersey Shore, right?

[because clearly he's going to know what that is]

[save_the_souls]

What's Jersey Shore?

[robitussin]

It's a TV show. Do you know what TV is?

Either way - I didn't realize she had left. Sorry, that always sucks.

[save_the_souls]

Yes, I've learned about it. I'm more into movies myself.

...Ah, yeah. [A bit awkwardly] I'm sure she's happier back home.

[robitussin]

Jersey Shore is a reality show. So it's watching real people live their life, like people are supposedly watching us here, but they all signed up for it so it's more socially acceptable or whatever.

[save_the_souls]

What?

But...why would you...sign up for this?

[He didn't hate life in the fleet, but come on]

[robitussin]

Because they like attention and it pays well?

[save_the_souls]

...How well?

[robitussin]

I don't know, I never really looked into it. Not my thing.

...Until now, I guess, but I didn't really get a say in this one.

[save_the_souls]

Ah, right.

[He sighs] Oh well. I'll probably be dead before reality TV exists anyway.

[robitussin]

[a small pause]

That's cheery, thanks for that.

[save_the_souls]

What?

I'm from the 19th century! It's just math!

[robitussin]

Yeah, but you couldn't have said it in a more depressing way!

[save_the_souls]

Er...

The limits of mortality will spare someone you know from enduring Jersey Shore?

[robitussin]

...Slightly better?

[save_the_souls]

Well that's something.

Oh! I forgot to mention- I got my arm back!

[robitussin]

Oh, cool! How long did it take, in the end?

[save_the_souls]

Just about a day, thank God. I hate being without my arm.

[robitussin]

For once I'm glad that my guess was way off. Did it just pop back as quickly as it left?

[save_the_souls]

Yeah, when I woke up it was there.

It was a relief, especially because Clay kept turning into a lion.

[robitussin]

...What.

[save_the_souls]

Oh, apparently someone in the fleet can turn into a lion? And he got that power, but didn't know how to control it.