[Welp, Minako is back, in a more wench-y costume. Why? Well, because. And she's got beer and turkey legs - and a large marker board with writing on it.]

...Well, I know this is a on short notice, and I already did something a few days ago, since I was working on the comic thing for...well, quite awhile. But, I wanted to do something for this story, and I didn't think riding a Mustang into the side of the ship would be productive this time around~!

[Yes, she was being punny.]

But as I was reading the info about this book that's to be riffed this week, I learned a really interesting fact: the guy who wrote it is a Moron! Yes, a Moron. It's a religion. So I decided to learn more about these Morons. And this is what I found out!

[And thus, she goes to her marker board which has information she wrote on it! Meanwhile, Cambot puts up a subtitle: "She means Mormons."]

( Minako talks about Mormons. You've been warned. )

((OOC: No offense intended to anyone who is a practicing Mormon. This is just Minako...being Minako. XD))

[Maes is in his room with stacks of books, manuals, paper and pens. He seems to be researching some things but Cambot isn't angled properly to show you. After a few minutes Maes finally looks up and grins]

Oh, hey Cambot you made it. Sorry, didn't hear you come in. [Maes closes a notebook, looking directly at Cambot]

So I know it's been awhile since I gave an update, but let's just say I've been distracted. Unfortunately this won't be much of an update because I haven't really discovered anything new to report. I've been keeping a record of everyone who appears and, as we've seen, disappears from this satellite [He taps one of the notebooks which is apparently the one keeping this information] and so far there doesn't really seem to be a pattern to it. We've all appeared at random from a variety of places, though Earth is the most common, and everyone is a variety of ages and sexes. [Sighs, because he hates not having anything NEW to add and probably everyone figured that much out anyway] Heck, we're not even all the same species or from the same time period...possibly even the same UNIVERSE.

[He shakes his head and moves on] Anyway, I can't keep looking for results there so while I'll maintain my records I think it's time I started looking somewhere else for answers. As you may have noticed, while the satellite seems to continually gain new members, the lair of our mad scientists in charge of the weekly experiments seems to remain just the two of them. It leads me to believe that whatever is happening is concentrated on this point in space and not on the planet below. I realize there's not really a way to test that, but I do have some people I want to talk to about it.

[He adjusts his glasses] Since I know the Mad Scientists can see our broadcasts I'd like to speak with them. That is if you're up to it. I'd also like to talk with Gypsy...if she's not too busy. [Leans back in his chair and waits]

[Cambot has found something strange! He flies past the media deck, picking up the sounds of what could be a soap opera given the cheesy music and dialogue. He turns back to see who or what he can make fun of, however when he arrives on the deck he instead finds a small, teal animal lying on the couch. Shouldn't a platypus be on the nature deck?

The platypus looks up and makes a chittering noise, his eyes going in both directions so he's not looking directly at Cambot. Cambot zooms in on the platypus as if testing this. There have been talking ponies and birds and what not, surely the platypus wasn't...just a platypus.

But, nope, Perry just keeps lying there on the couch with his eyes pointing in two different directions. A subtitle pops up on the screen]

"JUST A PLATYPUS!"

[Cambot then spins around to leave, not seeing Perry let out a sigh of relief and getting comfy on the couch to enjoy his soaps. Perry makes a mental note to do something about that camera floating around otherwise he might be in trouble.]

[90s Kid is on the recreation deck, hunched over a pinball machine, jamming the buttons and tilting the machine aggressively. He doesn't even seen to notice as Cambot gets closer. His face is screwed with concentration and it looks like he hasn't slept in days. He's not even dressed up in any sort of Renaissance fare, so he probably doesn't even know it's going on.

Damn, look at that score though! He must be a pinball wizard!]