_{[ A quick, organized opening here! America stands in his quarters, his little gray alien friend in the background, seeming busy drawing on a piece of paper. Don't mind him, he's just an alien doing his thing (and never leaves America's side.)
America's posture is surprisingly straight, and he takes a breath. ]}

Yo yo yo, you guys! Haha, Right, yeah. Just sayin'-- let's not totally forget that at some hella estimated time from when I arrived here, it was June --pffff-- SOMETHING or another, 2013. This means like, woah, all those star-spangled decorations are poppin' up at every craft store and bitches trying to plan their BBQs! It's really fucking awesome. Why? Hah, are you stupid? Cause it's my birthday on the 4th of July. BOOYAH!

Now! Who the shit knows what the date is now, or where you've come from, maybe the 4th of July didn't exist, but I'm telling you-- telling you now, bro-- I'm not going a round without having a CELEBRATION one way or another! Crazy-weird spooky-suspicious haunted space ship or NOT! Hahaha! Even if it may not be the precise date, this is a time to reflect on the LIBERTY and the FREEDOM of America!

So yeaaaaah, YEAHHH, HAHAHA-- basically, YEAH, I AM saying, we should totally throw a party for me. It may not be the same with the hottie chicks in bikinis and the grill outs and fireworks, BUT, we can still reflect on America and how great it-- and -- I am.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Maybe have a drink or two! I can handle my booze well!
That aside! I don't think I've properly introduced myself over the network. You can call me Alfred F. Jones, and I'm one of the three Nations on this ship. You got some beef about it or questions, man? Talk to me! I'll be glad accurately to fill you in about us!

I'm also pretty happy to bro it out with you dudes and lend a hand or two with anything. I'm pretty good with a gun if that means anything! Well, right! That's all! Tell me what you think!

_{[ A salute, then he turns it off. ]}

[ the feed opens to ( 1 ) katherine pierce, lips pursed and whiskey bottle in hand. she may or may not be drinking from the actual bottle, clearly the epitome of class. ]

As compelling as watching ourselves trip over a message from our resident psychopath is —

[ she offers a pointed brow raise and rolls her shoulders into a casual shrug, the beginnings of a smile in place. read: she doesn't find it very compelling to watch, even if it's on her list of curiosities. ]

I could go for a little less harrowing entertainment. [ a pause and a sip before she offers: ] Twenty questions, only without the annoying guessing. A question for a question, you could say. No rules, obviously — restrictions are boring. Consider it an exercise in getting intimate with each other.

[ she genuinely grins now, leaning back in her seat as she spins a curl around her index finger. ]

Humor me.