( video ; un: CHOSEN1 )

[dudebro]

[ The lighting is a little dim when the feed clicks on, the time of day pretty ambiguous. Is it morning? Night? Afternoon? We just don't know. The picture wobbles for a moment or two before Jason gets himself into view. There's a liquid sort of smile on his lips, his eyes lidded a bit heavily. It's clear someone's having fun. A little too much fun. In the background there's muffled thumping music; in the foreground Jason lifts a glass like a toast. ]

Hey. So, here's the thing. [ He takes a drink from the glass then noisily sets it down.  ] I know some of you are down on that planet doing shit or whatever. But listen— [ he brings the device closer, the picture going dark as it nearly presses against his cheek, ] listen. I have a request, okay?

[ He pulls the device back, still wearing a smile, but so totally serious. It's serious!! Are you guys listening?? ]

Bring me something back. [ His free hand lifts to mime smoking something against his mouth. ] Some good shit. Gotta be some cool alien shit down there, right?? [ He points his index finger up. ] No hallucinogenics, though. Oh! [ He looks excited for a second, index finger and thumb forming into the shape of a gun. ] Or some sweet alien weapons. How cool would that be??

[ Yes. He actually wastes time making what he thinks are alien gun noises. So a couple wooshes and pew-pew's. Thankfully, he does stop and sits there quietly for a moment or two. Then he gets up and takes a few steps, ]

The rest of you stuck up here like the chumps we are, come join me if you want. [ The music gets louder as he opens the door. ] It's fun! Let's have some fuckin' fun!

[ The camera pans out. He's in a club. A strip club. Women, men, naked, half-naked. It's fun!!! It's all good. Jason yells something unintelligible off-screen just before it goes black. ]

Comments

un: longshot

[andreios]

[ The great thing about being a Cylon, and knowing he's a Cylon, is that Sam can multitask better than before. Right now he's checking the comms, ignoring a blister on his ankle, trekking over some sandy dune, and listening to the conversation of the rest of his group. This mission hasn't been going well.

He's frustrated, a little cranky, and then there's this asshole. Really? ]

You want us to bring you back drugs. And weapons. [ Sam's expression might be a little flat here. ] Really.

video | ( un: 2cool )

[glitterpants]

_{[ Everything about this video post just screams that this guy is probably drunk. How embarrassing. Karamatsu hopes he never decides to go on video after drinking. Though, this is CHOSEN1— oh no, wait, Jason. That's right. That was his name. He had requested Karamatsu especially call him that.
There's an expression of confusion all over his face for a second then he actually lifts his hand, scrubbing at his eyes as if he remove his perplexed expression. ]}

A—ah, are we allowed to make requests for souvenirs like that?
_{[ he'll comment on the party you're having in just a second.. ]}

video; un: l.organa

[sensive]

[ she snorts, but the almost smile that follows means she might be more amused than unimpressed. ]

Well, I can't get anything that you suggested — [ a beat. wait for it. she tilts her chin up, challenging. ] — because then it won't be a surprise.

[ it miiiight just be a leaf, depending on how she's feeling on the ground. ]