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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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[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. ]