[As the feed cuts in, Oswin’s talking to herself.]

Brilliant! Been looking for an internet connection for ages, couldn't get anywhere but the data files…

[And now her voice is excited, and a little bit rushed. She hasn't properly talked to anyone in a very long time.]

Hello! Is there anyone there?

Don’t suppose any of you’ve been traveling in space, have you? None of my signals’ve been picked up, thought I might get somewhere on here.

Anyway. Introductions. I’m Oswin. Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manger on the Starship Alaska. I’m afraid I’m a bit stuck where I am at the moment, anyone care to offer some help?

[The video comes on and you see the inside of Rose's home in Ulara. Just in front of the camera is a mass of pink, fluffy, knitted fabric, and it's moving. Every now and then a chirp will come from it.

[Rose comes into view and she arches a brow that the pink mass. She has yet to notice that the camera is recording.]

What in Soa's name are you doing, and where did you get that?

[The fabric mass moves some more until the head of a certain little black dragon pokes out and chirps some. Rose just shakes her head.]

Whatever it is, do not shred it and leave pieces all over the place.

[And then she notices that her device is recording and she gets an annoyed look.]

And I told you not to play near that thing.

[She goes over to the device and turns it off, effectively stopping the video feed.]

((ooc: The pink thing is a thneed that was left when the Onceler was dropped.))

[It's high school election time and Sam is standing on stage in the auditorium, looking rather dapper in a suit. He's running for senior class vice president. Coach Sylvester is leading the debate (italics = Sue talking).]

Our next question is from the twitter. @hungrysouthmouth asks: Sam Evans, rumor has it you were a stripper, are you ashamed?

[Sam lets out a sigh into the microphone. Nothing stays a secret at McKinley. He was prepared for his past being brought up like this, but it still hurts to be judged for a job he did out of desperation for money. What would you do if your family lost everything and you had a body that women liked to throw money at? Become a stripper, obviously!]

No, I'm not. [Chin up, he steps out from behind the podium so he's closer to the front of the stage.] In fact...

[You know what? He'll let his abs do the talking. Goodbye tie and jacket. Goodbye shirt. All the ladies in the audience stand up to clap and cheer.]

Wooo!

[...Well, that's one way to get votes.]