[See Falco.

See very very sparkly Falco.

See very very sparkly Falco with a soapy scrub brush going to town on his sparkly blue arm trying to get all this sparkle shit OFF of him.

See very very sparkly Falco inspect his arm after vigorously scrubbing, only to find that the sparkles are not gone. Which pisses him off even more. And he's probably even more sparkly now because he's more grumpy.]

Is there seriously no way to get rid of this crap!?

[Cambot zeroes in on yet another new person! This one is wearing a hood, so he accepts the challenge offered and tries to zoom in on their face. The newcomer raises a hand and, as the feed goes black, it’s apparent Cambot’s lens has been covered or he’s been turned off. The feed resumes quickly though, and from the movement of the hood it’s fairly obvious whoever has just arrived is shaking their head--they don’t want their face seen?

They didn’t say anything about following, though, so as the newcomer begins walking again, Cambot cues up “Men in Black” and falls in line.]

[This is Cambot just making his rounds on the media deck. Nothing really to see here, just halls of bad books and music--

what's THIS? He suddenly backtracks a few paces and turns, pointing at a case of Rebecca Black CDs, then at the floor, where a teenage boy (who looks strangely like a young Linkara) in an orange cap and shades is sitting, staring at his hand under the light, all asparkle.]

Duuuuuude.

[He spends at least a minute watching his hand, mesmerized, then he feels he's being watched and looks up at Cambot.]

Whoa! Where'd you come from? Don't sneak up on a guy, dude!

[A pause, then he suddenly gets all up in Cambot's grill with an excited grin.]

Are you taping me, man? AWESOME! I'M ON TV!

[Ladies and gentlemen, meet 90s Kid.]

[Liz. Office chair. Bookcase.]

Hey guys...sorry D&D was such a bust last week. I honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking letting Servo DM.

[She shrugs. As she does there is a glint as her hand passes under a nearby work light.]

But I--[she stops, doing a double take. She holds her hand under the light again, and sure enough there is a shimmer of glitter, which she finds is also up her arm and on her other hand.

There is a pause, then her hand catches her forehead in a facepalm.] You can not be serious.

[Terra is staring at his hand. Cambot is watching Terra. What is going on? Terra holds his hand under the lamp in his room and his skin starts to sparkle, but when he pulls it out its not as noticeable. Terra is frowning at his hand and then looks up at the camera]

Hey Pinkie Pie did you have glitter or something at the party last week? I think it might have gotten all over the satellite.

All riiiiiiiight! I can't wait to do this riffing!

[sparkles all over the room!]

Hey, partners, you ready?!

[Terra sits in his room with his arms crossed as he intently studies the Cambot before him. It would seem that he is intently studying the screen, however, since you can't really SEE him looking at the Cambot itself. One might notice that Terra has done little to change the room's decor and that the large kitten poster hangs over his bed in all its fluffy, adorable goodness.]

So, how exactly does this work anyway? There doesn't appear to be an on or off switch and as far as I can tell it's not voice activated or anything. If it does respond to verbal commands it's not very good at it.

[With a frustrated sigh he sits back] We don't really have tech like this where I'm from, so I'm curious to find out the mechanics behind it. [Looking up, he's actually addressing the screen now] I suppose taking it apart is out of the question.

[During this entire broadcast Cambot has been hovering further and further away, as if he does not like the route this discussion is taking. At the last words Cambot spins around and zooms out of the room.]

HEY! WAIT! I WAS ONLY ASKING!

[Somehow the cambot manages to get the door to slam in Terra's face. Cambot will now be broadcasting Terra's door.]

[What up SOL. Here's this extremely pissed off giant bird guy, pacing around and grumbling under his breath. He seems to be looking for something, so it takes him a minute to notice Cambot. When he does, he stares at it for a moment, looking rather confused. ]

The hell... a camera? HEY!!

[Quite suddenly, the bird leaps at Cambot, grabbing the sides of it and practically mashing his beak right into the camera's lens. He does not appear to be a very happy camper.]

Listen up, chumps! I dunno who's crappy idea of a joke this is, but it ain't funny! I got better things t'do than waste my time sittin' around on some shitty satellite, arright!? Someone better tell me where the hell my blaster is, and point me to the nearest exit !

[Well, apparently someone didn't pay attention to Gypsy when he got here, obviously his missing blaster was so much more important. Big angry bird looks off screen and snorts, giving poor Cambot a shove. What an asshole.]

[Sora is actually sitting in the room he's staked out for himself; one of the smaller ones. He makes sure that the Cambot is adjusted and working before smiling at it and beginning.]

Hi, everybody! So, if I got this straight, a bunch of people from different worlds are suddenly ending up on this spaceship and no one knows why? I gotta say, that is pretty weird.

I found my friend Riku, and I'm really glad he's okay! But can you guys let me know if you see Kairi, or my other friends, Donald and Goofy? I'm pretty sure they're all okay since they got home safe, but just in case they got here, I want to let them know that Riku and I are okay, too.

[Now, he looks a bit more concerned.] But those weirdo scientist guys said I'm supposed to do an experiment...and it's just we watch the really bad story and try to make fun of it, right? I think I can do that!

...It's not like I'm gonna get brainwashed by it or anything, right? If they're mad scientists and everything...

[This particular Cambot shot is...completely black. Wherever it is, there's no light.]

Uuuuh, hello? Usagi-chan? Rei-chan?...Haruka-san? Anyone?

I...What is thi-

[Cue the music.]

Eh!? What the--music!?

[And that's when the lights click on. Revealing hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds...of red gumball machine monsters. The person who had been speaking - a young blonde Japanese teenager - jumps up in shock.]

AAAAAAAH--!!

[And that's when they all come to life. And start talking to her.]

Hey, foxy lady! RrrrrRRRRrrrr!... ♥

You can Love Chain me anytime~!...

Are you still single? I mean, seriously, what's the deal with you and guys...

Is that a red bow in your hair, or are you just happy to see me, heheh...

Hey, now I know why this is called the Satellite of Love! Get it? Love!...

[The music still playing, the robots begin to surround her...and the girl throws her hand up, saying something (which is drowned out quickly by the horny creatures) which...does nothing. And as she realizes that she can't transform it does nothing to help her, her scream pierces echoes through the deck as the feed cuts out.]

AAAAAH!! HELP!! HEEEELP, I'M BEING HIT ON--

[There is a shot of a man with a raised eyebrow, wringing his hands, in a nondescript area of the SoL. He's explored a little bit since arriving in the cockpit - trying to figure out just where he's ended up... this time. He taps lightly on Cambot's lens.]

Oh, oh, hello? Is this on? Is there anyone there?

[There is a rather disoriented-looking blonde woman standing in the cockpit of the Satellite of Love. You may not know it by looking at her, but only five minutes ago she was expected to have been teleported back to her apartment in Minnesota, but she has not. She spots Cambot and looks directly at him.]

Ok, protip for any would-be spaceship owners out there.

Ion storms? Serious business.

[The camera shows the lower half of someone’s body, dressed in bright blue spandex and a long dark cloak. He seems to be talking to the robot in a high-pitched voice and gesturing eagerly.]

--have understanding? It will be the beauty of an ice cream sundae, and the terrors of it being actually tofu. One more running through, all rights?

[He scurries back a few steps, and you can see the kid is grinning eagerly as he hides behind a curtain.] I will give you the signal and you will start the signal from that point to broadcast the signal! And then I am announcing to them my entry as the mighty Fawful! [He rolls out from behind the curtain, and throws up his arms in celebratory pose. There are jazz hands.] All will cheer for Fawful, or gasp in terror at his might and amazing! And then and then, [He swishes his cape around, looking very very devious,] the taunting will start! You must have the certainty to be with the zoomings in here, it will cause the claustrophobies! Here, come in with the closeness, like thi…

[As Cambot moves closer, Fawful trails off.]

Y-you are recording already!? No no no, rehearsal has no publicity, this is the privateness like a bathroom, YOU HAVE FAILI--

[Mike waves and smiles nervously at Cambot.]

Uh...hi, everyone! Just wanna say that I’m sorry you guys got stuck up here, too! Wish I knew how to get you off the ship again, but there’s a whole lot I still don’t know about this place. But uh, if you want, I can show ya around. Or you can ask Gypsy, she knows a lot about the ship. There’s places to sleep, a whole cafeteria, actually a whole buncha stuff you can do or make around here, too.

Also, just a little secret for ya...apparently the Mads really don’t like it when we’re happy, because their whole...deal is to make us miserable! So my advice is to keep up the morale best you can...you know, jokes, art, songs, anything like that! And making fun of the experiments, of course. I bet if we’re all ridiculously happy enough, those Mads will give up and let us all go free! It’s definitely driven them nuts before!

Again, sorry about all this!