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[wingedman]

Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

[sam what r u even on about]

Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?

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[wingedman]

[Oh, okay. So he's not alone; having one other human being on the ship makes him feel a little less like he's about to get murdered by robots and turned into protein gel.]

Sam Wilson. I'm assuming you're another one of the new contestants in this little reality show shindig.

[dirtyredneck]

That's what everyone was tellin' me.

[He didn't sound convinced, though.]

Never knew anyone with that name. Where'd you come from?

[If Daryl's drawl is anything to go by, he's from the South.]

[wingedman]

DC, most recently. Born and raised in Harlem before that, with a couple tours of duty in Afghanistan in the mix, too.

[He sounds like he's from the South, so Sam hopes he's actually from America, and not like...space Georgia or something.]

[dirtyredneck]

[Maybe one of the Hilltop people if he was from around DC? Still, the face wasn't one he could easily place. Made it hard to keep convincing himself this was just a hallucination. A really long, strange one.]

Mmm...

[Daryl leaned back and pulled on leg up onto the chair so he could rest his elbow on his knee. Made it easier to chew on the skin around his thumbnail.]

Only knew a couple people who was military. None that went over there, don't think.