[You know that earsplitting shriek cats make when they get unexpectedly soaked? Yeah, that's pretty much exactly the sound Wilykit's making right now as she tries to somehow shut off the spray of water that's currently gushing from the broken sink she's standing in front of.]

Help! Please! Hurry!

[Judging by the broken cold water valve in her hand, it's probably safe to assume that we've got another case of accidental super strength on our hands.]

[Wheatley's tone is even and unexcited. It sounds weird on him. He also remains uncharacteristically still as he speaks to Cam.]

Right. There are fifty-three unique residents upon the Satellite of Love. Thirty-six are human or humanoid; thirty-six out of fifty-three is sixty-seven point nine percent.  Thirteen are animal or animalistic. Thirteen out of fifty-three is twenty-four point five percent. Four unique residents are robots. Four out of fifty-three is seven point five percent.

Plants are not individuals so they cannot be accounted for. Plants do not belong in space. Plants become jealous when left out of a population census. Plants do not have faces so they cannot be trusted.

Sixty-seven point nine plus twenty-four point five plus seven point five is ninety-nine point nine. We are missing point one percent of our populace. Plants are thinning our numbers to exact revenge for being ignored.

[And that, apparently, is all there is to say in the matter.]

[From within Maes's room there is a loud shout followed by the sounds of a struggle. Cambot whizzes down the hall, keen to find out what's going on. Just before he enters he hears someone, Maes, shout]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU BASTARD!

[Well that doesn't sound much like Maes. The door opens for Cambot and he flies in, only to find Maes has...himself pinned down? Well, it looks SORT of like Maes. Except he is completely black and grey. The colorful version of Maes sits on top of him, having pinned him to the ground and has a knife at his throat. Cambot seems alarmed by this and Maes doesn't seem to be aware of the camera's presence, too focused on this shadowy version of himself]

I don't know who you are or why you're trying to look like me, monster, but I'll make sure I kill you this time for what you took from me.

[The shadowy figure whispers something that Cambot can't seem to pick up, but judging by the way Maes's face pales it seems to do the trick]

No...no you're not ME. That's insane. You're that shape shifting monster that---

[The shadowy figure's lips move again and it sneers. Maes decides he's had enough and punches it in the face, knocking it unconscious. At least he didn't kill it, but that's mostly because he wants to know what the hell is going on. He looks up to see Cambot lurking in the doorway and Maes pales a little. How much had Cambot seen? He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, getting off of the shadowy figure]

Sorry, you had to see that. I think this is the monster that tried to---[he trails off as he starts to realize that the coloring is all wrong on his doppleganger.] Wait a minute, the shape shifter from before...he got Lt. Ross's mole wrong but he wasn't THIS far off. Why would he take my shape anyway? It wouldn't do any good to appear as me. For that matter how would he have even known I was here if he had just arrived himself?

[Maes stoops down to study the figure, his frown is prominent.]

Does that mean he really is me?

[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's just going about its business here, until it passes by a hallway intersection, and a voice suddenly calls out]

H-hey! You there! Hello! Ahh, over here, right over here! Yes, that's right! [Cambot turns to look, but doesn't see anyone.] Okay, right direction, now just. Down a little. A little tilt towards the floor.

[The robot complies, and sees a little metal ball at the floor, one large blue light looking back up. A shutter over the lower half of the light somehow manages to give the impression of a strained smile.] Righto, perfect, here I am, down on the floor. Look at you, how are you even doing that, the floaty bit, impressive for such an old model--Not that I'm calling you old! Just noting, a bit less polished than the usual thing I've seen, but look at you, working fine, aren't you, beating the years away with that, that neat hover trick of yours, fully functional. Ahh...

[The light darts about in its case for a moment] Okay, mate, be honest with me here... just how mad is she? Shoot straight, how badly am I going to die when she picks up I'm back? ...Don't shoot too straight, maybe a little off center. I mean I don't even know HOW I got back, not my fault at all, just minding my own business up in space when whoop, here I am, and she can't BLAME me for it... blame me for all the other things, I guess, but... You know what, forget it, I'll just... try to make it so she doesn't have to know I'm here at all. Don't go telling, right?

[There's a long pause]

Yes. Just like that. Our little secret. You're a peach. Now, just gotta... figure out how to get out of here... [He gives the impression of squirming, plates shifting about a bit, and only manages to wobble a little on the floor.] Right... not so mobile. Um, listen, any chance you could give me a lift, mate? You got that big ol' lens, maybe just try and pop it through here? [He waggles one of his handles]

[Tom is currently in a little Renaissance getup with a red hat, and what looks like a blacksmith's skirt...perhaps. He is sitting in a hastily-constructed booth decorated with flags and various colorful scarves. A sign posted on the front reads 'KISSING BOOTH - $10'.]

Come ye one, come ye all, to Sir Tom Sirveaux's Ye Olde Kissing Booth! Only ten skins per peck! Think yeself to not be a cold fish, scallywag? Well, come proveth it, plebian! Tom Sirveaux shall offer all ye kisses soft and strong! Eeeeespecially you lovely wenches! HUZZAH!

We shall ask you once more: Why do none of you speak to us?

[On the nature deck, trying to talk to the horses. ...she's been at it for a while and is forgetting about the whole "indoor voice" thing.]

WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYPONY?

[The horses twitch their ears, irritated, and resume grazing.]

Hmph! How terribly rude!

[Very suddenly at about 3:00 PM on Friday, an alarm starts blaring throughout the whole Satellite. Red warning lights at the doors begin flashing along with the very loud alarms.]

[Gypsy shows up on Cambot’s screen, wearing a fireman’s hat. She looks Serious Business...as Serious Business as a robot can look, anyway.]

Okay, everybody! This is a fire drill! Line up right here on the cockpit right away! Then we have to proceed in an orderly fashion! Let’s go, go, go!

[OOC: Your characters can show up here and tag in whatever order they wish as they follow Gypsy in an orderly fashion around...the cockpit. This may peter out quickly as characters fast discover that they aren’t actually going anywhere. If you want, you can even tag in a continuous chain behind Gypsy with just one tag per character, passing on your conversation down the line.]

[Kaldur is looking very grim and serious at Cambot. This is his serious business, do not mess with me face and considering he is the leader of a team of super heroes, it's pretty good considering he is only a teenager]

I wish to speak to those in charge of this experiment. [scowling] Where. are. my. friends?

Others have gone missing too, I have noticed. Tell me if you are behind it or if it is just another strange occurrence of the satellite.

[There is currently a white wolf staring at the camera. At first, she's just confused. However, when Cambot moves a little closer, she jumps back and crouches down into a defensive position, growling at the strange floating object. Cambot immediately backs off again, just as startled as she is.]

[Once Amaterasu determines that the floating object is not a threat, she relaxes a bit and approaches it again, sniffing. Cambot continues to keep a good distance. Amaterasu sits down and cocks her head at Cambot, whining a little. Can this object actually help her out?]

[After there's no response, Ammy leaves the Cambot's view. When she returns, she's holding up a painting in her mouth:]

[Well, here's something unusual. Either Liz has done something drastically different with her hair or... no wait, that's actually Aqua. Seems she's switched outfits with Liz for the holidays. She doesn't seem quite entirely used to it though, even if she's doing her best to pull the look off as best she can.]

It's strange, isn't it? Being in someone else's clothes?

[Cambot is floating at Terra's back while Terra seems to be hunched over working on something.]

Hold on just a minute...I need to put on the finishing touches.

[He works for a few more minutes, Cambot patiently waiting and, surprisingly, not peaking. Maybe Terra worked something out with the robot? Regardless finally Terra turns around, holding something behind his back. He now addresses Cambot/anyone watching]

It's been a few weeks since some of us got here and during that time I have been working on something I think some of you will like. I've made one of these before and it helped with my training. I knew it would take some time, but I finally finished it up today. See?

[He pulls from behind his back a wooden weapon, but not just any wooden weapon: a wooden keyblade that even has his name carved into it. He swings it once to get a feel for it, Cambot zooming out with the action.]

I thought that just because we might be stuck here doesn't mean we should let our skills slacken. So, I guess if anyone is interested, I was going to start having sparring sessions in the Recreation Deck....once the Temple Games are over anyway and we can access it again.

[Rests the keyblade on his shoulder] I was thinking of trying it out with that foam stuff next...I'm just not sure how to keep it from falling apart since the foam bats are usually not as sturdy or easy to carve.