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[sugoooi]

Who: Sam & anyone!!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, video
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct 16th

[ You know that moment when you go to bed like normal in your own nice, comfy bed but wake up somewhere completely different? And don't notice at first when you swing your feet over the end of what should have been your bed? And you stand up and hit your head because that's a bunk and not your room?

That is the sort of moment Sam's having today when the network picks up and starts recording his glorious intro to Space TV. ]

--Ow! Wh...??? [ Both hands fly up to hold his forehead as he winds up on his back staring up at the top bunk above hove him not quite. Sure what he's looking at here. So he just blinks a few times before much more slowly trying that sitting & standing-up thing. All the while looking at the bunk like it's some STRANGE ALIEN THING.

The rest of the room gets the same look when he notices it and he balks, looking this way and that quickly. ]

...Mom?? [ IS THIS YOUR DOING no really what's going on here... This isn't his bedroom. Or any room he has ever seen before. ] ...Anyone? Hello?

[ Everyone else gets to arrive in their fancy swag clothes. Sam arrives in his jammie shirt and boxers. Not exactly the most graceful arrival. ]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

The smiley guy? ...I don't think you're going to have to navigate space, though. Probably.

You just have to stick around for the ride.

[sugoooi]

but I wanna get back to earth

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, another Earth guy, huh?

[sugoooi]

aren't you from earth?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No way. I'm from Gratia.

why did I randomly have courier font there....

[sugoooi]

...? The stuff they make drinks with? [ No, Sam. That's grenadine.... ]

I WAS... wondering... ;w;

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No. What are you talking about? It's a planet.

sam is secretly a robot

[sugoooi]

It's the red syrupy stuff you put in drinks! I think that's what it's called... [ Except Robin's mentioned something really cool just now and he has to ask: ]

Are you an alien then?

the plot thickens

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Tch', I'm not an alien. You're an alien.

[SO THERE.]

I hope you know every time I see that icon I just think of cain jacking off onto his screen :c

[sugoooi]

Huh?? No I'm not! I'm from Earth!

dolly this is why we can't have nice things

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, I'm not an alien. I'm a gratian. You're from some planet way out on the opposite side of reality. I bet you've got spaceships. Maybe you're all secretly full of tentacles.

yes I agree your icons cause nothing but trouble

[sugoooi]

[ I TRIED TO USE COURIER AGAIN ]

Tentacles?? I have bones! And muscles and stuff! Our space ships don't even go that far!

DOLLY GET IT TOGETHER

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[l-laughing again.]

See? We don't have spaceships. I'm not an alien, you are.

http://i62.tinypic.com/hsnuad.jpg

[sugoooi]

Having spaceships doesn't make you an alien! I bet if I saw you, you'd look totally bizarre! [ he hasn't checked his personal comm or a station yet....he's literally just like, staring and talking at the ceiling. Because that's where he assumes some invisible camera is. ]

yes good.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I look gorgeous. You have no idea.

[sugoooi]

I bet you have two heads. And a ray gun! Or bee stringer...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ha! I had a sister with two heads--but that, my friend, is called conjoined twins. And they would be very insulted to have been called an alien.

[sugoooi]

Aliens have conjoined twins in space too??

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You missed the point of that completely, kid.

[sugoooi]

...!! [ SHHHHH. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Anyway, you'll be fine. Welcome to the space... show, or whatever this is.

[sugoooi]

I don't think I'm old enough to be on reality TV though... Isn't it like, eighteen? Or something?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Nah, it's fourteen. [a brief pause.] Where I'm from, anyway.

[sugoooi]

Planet Grenadine.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Gratia.