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[emerges]

[ Well, hey TQ, hope you don't mind this fresh face on the network. She normally sticks to texting because if it looks like a phone and acts like a (kind of sci-fi upgraded) phone, why not use it like one? But she's been going through the other features — slow day on the ship, you know how it is — and after rifling through everything she can easily find on the communicator, she decides to post up a video.

So here's a young, teenaged girl setting the comm in front of her before she sits down cross-legged and twirls a lock of her hair. Alas, it's got less of a bounce than it normally does, but that's what lack of hot rollers on a ship will do. ]

If I write my best essay and promise to stay on my best behavior after, am I allowed to leave Space Detention? I mean, I haven't even gotten to mess around in a library, so this kind of blows.

[ she smiles because she's kind of hoping someone will catch the reference. If not, then well: ] Or are we all waiting for some big, space musical number?

Are there even any boomboxes to hold up outside that red smiley thing's window? If it has one. [ seriously, what is up with that thing. ] Also, I guess it'd have to be this phone thing, since I don't have an iPod anymore.

[ She lets out a very put upon sigh before admitting something you never would have guessed!! clearly!! But it's followed by a smile that's all teeth and too much eyelash batting. ]

Okay, so I'm bored. And I can't really miss anyone who left, since I just got here. [ not even touching whatever's up with the masks. ] You'd think the aliens would be able to hook us up with better movie selections or something.

I don't suppose there's someone on here with something entertaining to do?

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Plus it's probably all... toothpaste-like. Looks like they forgot to install a Ben and Jerry's in space.

[ which is a travesty. ]

Or anyone that breathes a little too heavily in our direction and assaults delicate maidens. Gotta beat them up and give them a nice makeover. [ with their fists!! or regular make-up. whichever. ]

Got it. Putting you as a maybe — unless you're one of those people who flails around and calls it dancing because we probably shouldn't be seen together if that's the case.

permavid up in here

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I'd even go for a Space Dairy Queen. I mean, think of the money they'd make.

[ where are the space malls and space food courts. ]

Sounds like we're going to make them into delicate maidens. I mean, not that it's what I'd call myself. [ shrugs because there isn't anything delicate about her k!!! SHE IS WOMAN. STRONG. HEAR HER ROAR etc etc ]

Hey, just because I'm white doesn't mean I can't dance. I've got moves. [ she thinks... hopes... SEDUCING COUNTS AS MOVES RIGHT? ]

[tirade]

Add Space Dippin' Dots to that list. Wait, nix that — Space Anything That's Edible.

[ and doesn't taste like veggies and butts. ]

They'll be singing the falsetto. [ and a shrug because, well, buffy is far from a delicate maiden, fragile as she may appear. ] Of course not. But the brave lady knights have to protect the actual delicate maidens from the stinky voyeurs hanging around in the corners with their binoculars perma-attached to their face.

[ seducing and dancing in threesomes doesn't count as a move erica!! ] The Sprinkler is totally not a move. Just putting that out there if you try to pull that one off.

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I liked it. But question: Space MickeyDs or Space King?

[ what buffy dont you like the taste of veggie butt!! them soy glutes. ]

I guess it's the heavy burden you have to bear when you're able to kick ass this well. We could practise on some dummies. Give them fake glasses and drool, or something.

[ wow rude, it's her only move buffy!! ] Oh my god, at least it's not the Macarena. Not that I'd ever actually do that at a real club.

[tirade]

I can't have the best of both? Space King, I guess, but only because of the awesome fries.

[ wow no soy glutes for her!! erica can have those. ]

Or when you're this pretty. [ egos everywhere, but at least she's semi-kidding. ] But are we just going to leave them naked? Maybe they have pocket protectors around heer, not that you'd really need one.

[ because, well, space. and she'll teach you the new hip moves!! ] But the worst offender of all is the Hokey Pokey.

[emerges]

Let's not be greedy. But how can you not like Space MickeyD fries? Way better.

[ no thanks she prefers her glutes to be all organic!!! ]

Who says you can't be both? [ she's preening. and also probably not kidding, lbr. ] If we're giving them pocket protectors, I think they might need pockets first. I'll see if Isaac has any spare ones.

[ if by new hip you mean... retro... haha oh 90s. just wait till she sees buffy bust a move. ] Worse than the chicken dance?

[tirade]

Too much salt. It goes right to the calves and before I know it, Buffy will become Blobby Buffy.

[ buffy prefers her glutes lightly sweetened!! ]

It's better that way. Everyone always underestimates the ones with the pretty faces. [ she can vouch for that. ] Pocket protectors or pockets? Because I'll be judging him if he owns pocket protectors.

[ teach her the dance of the modern seductress. she scrunches her nose, as though actually weighing which dance is more heinous to her sensibilities. ] Maybe not. After all, the chicken dance is pretty foul. [ see what she did there. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH. ]

[emerges]

Bloffy? But the salt is what makes them good. That plus dipping them in a milkshake.

[ how will they ever find the right glutes for themselves aboard the TQ such a shame ]

Then they must be really stupid. [ she nods in agreement, casually flipping her own hair back. ] Pockets. And shirts attached to them. If he ever got pocket protectors, I think I might disown him.

...You did not just say that.

[tirade]

Bloffy. That sounds like some kinda freaky skin disease. Like chickenpox. [ which is gross. she's definitely making a face. ] Salt good. Milkshake good. Fatness? Not so good.

[ they'll have to plant some glutes. glute growing. ]

Harsh but understandable. Crimes against fashion call for disowning.

[ sorry to say. but at the comment directed at her pun, she might be pouting just a little. ]

What? It was funny. [ buffy no. ]

[emerges]

Ew. If you ever become a zombie here, don't give me the Bloffy. And I'm sure you could run around this place and burn it off. It's not exactly small.

[ glute gardeners: buffy and erica ]

Crimes against fashion and unfunny jokes. [ POINTED LOOK. ]