Video - SECOND HIJACK

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[Video clicks on, and Prefect is sitting in a slightly cleaned up, but still slightly scorched bedroom. He's still dressed in clothes he borrowed from the Doctor, but he's clean shaven again, and while his expression is ponderous, he looks to be more or less calm.]

Comrades, I know that this has happened before, but does anyone else think that it's slightly suspect that the journal system is presumably malfunctioning so shortly after-- [STATIC, STATIC] --plete blackout? Comr-- [STATIC] --onsumers! These are the--[STATIC STATIC STATIC AND WHO DO WE HAVE HERE?]

[The image of Prefect is replaced by video footage of a man who... well, who looks remarkably like Prefect. He's got glasses on, and a little more stubble... but he's definitely got kind of a Prefectish look to him.

...and he appears to be talking to someone off Camera.]

All I'm saying is, we've had three solar flares in the last week, this transmission is coming from the dead center of the Bermuda triangle, and your childhood friend just happens to be doing a local ultrasound survey? No. Nuh uh. Not buying this as a coincidence.

[There's a woman's voice from somewhere off camera, and not!prefect sounds indignant.]

The truth might be out there! Look, I'm not saying it definitely is, but c'mon, you've gotta admit this is weird, right?

[The woman says something else, but the exact words are inaudible. Not!Prefect jabs a finger off camera, trying to demand her attention.]

Hey! This has nothing to do with the X-files marathon that was on last night! And... E.T. just so happens to be a great movie, with... with many valuable anthropological insights!

[His volume increases slightly towards the end, as if he's trying to project his voice to a swiftly retreating audience, but it's too late. Whoever he was talking to has clearly ragequit the conversation. Not!Prefect gives an irritable little huff, and lets his shoulders sag.

There's more static, and the video returns to regular Prefect, who is just... staring blankly now. Just staring and staring. Way to have a new clone, Prefect.]

Comments

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Oh, not again, Prefect, are you all right?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I'm all right, Comrade. My room... there was a slight accident, but I'm all right now.

How's graduation?

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

All right, son. It's good. Agrees with me.

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

There's a lot that's weird around here.

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

Static static static... and you get Declan, peering into the camera looking WAY SURPRISED.]

Is that-- First contact, I'm making first contact, oh my god!

[BIG GRIN]

Hi! I'm Declan Dunn, uh, from earth. [BIGGEST OF GRINS.] I come in peace!

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

Earth?

First contact with what?

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Earth. You're in contact with Earth right now. Y'know third rock from the sun? I mean, from our-- uh, from Sol.

I mean first contact with... well, with extra terrestrials.

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

With aliens? You're an alien?

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

I guess... from your perspective I would be an alien, yeah.

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

And the sun. You have sun on your world?

[Pause.]

Do you have pictures?

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[SO EXCITED! SO EXCITED TO BE SHOWING ALIENS EXCITING EARTH THINGS LIKE THE SUN! Declan just gives you a huge smile, and snatches whatever's broadcasting him to you.]

I can do better than just pictures! Hang tight, Dude, just lemme get to a window...

[Scramble scramble scramble TRIP. FALL ON FACE. Ow. Ow. Ow. OKAY, GETTING UP AGAIN, LIKE A BOSS, and taking the camera to the window now...]

There! Check it out, that's what our sun looks like!

[It's a beautiful sunny day out there! Enjoy, John!]

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

[And he stares. And stares. Real sun. In another place.]

Like Shell Beach. [Everything happy and sunny is Shell Beach.]

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

You don't normally have the sun on your planet?

[GOD DECLAN BURNS WITH QUESTIONS.]

Uh, Shell Beach? Never heard of it.

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

I will show you. [And John takes his little...whatever device...and shows the pier leading out into the HUGE ocean and it goes along the beach.]

Shell Beach. I created it.

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[STARING. STARING AND STARING...]

You... you created it?

How?

[shellbeachbound.livejournal.com]

Tuning.

The Strangers...they did it to me.

[tinypinkclanger.livejournal.com]

[Have a tiny pink mouse that talks in whistles, Prefect. "Hello? Is everything all right?"]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Tiny pink mouse! Prefect longs to touch it...]

Hello Comrade.

[WHAT DO YOU SAY TO A TINY PINK MOUSE?]

I... like your whistling?

[tinypinkclanger.livejournal.com]

[The mouse looks pleased! How? Hard to say, button eyes and all, but something about her does look very pleased. "Thank you!"]

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[STATIC! And have this dude fiddling with a slightly off camera tuning device] Hey! I'm trying to get aliens here, not... I don't know, cable.

[tinypinkclanger.livejournal.com]

[Puzzled headtilt. "Are you also from that planet that I saw through the telescope?"]

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[BRB SMACKING THE SCREEN NOW... Hm. Still no luck. OH WELL, guess instead of contacting aliens he's gonna be watching the clangers today. Dorkface sits back in his chair, and is promptly jumped on by a doggie.]

Heya Mole. You watching this? Hey, look over here, this is good tv right here... It's the Clangers. They live on the moon. I mean, I think they live on the moon. It's been a while since I watched it...

[Yes, he's telling his Dog about ancient kids tv shows, what of it?]

[tinypinkclanger.livejournal.com]

[Tiny Clanger jumps back in alarm at the doggie, then leans forward, curiosity getting the better of her. "How have so many of you people heard of us? It's very strange."]

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he still doesn't understand Clanger, but he cuddles his dog, and whistles back at you, tiny pink mouse.]

[tinypinkclanger.livejournal.com]

[Do you want to know what you just said in Clanger, Declan? No, you don't. Tiny looks affronted. "Well! I never!"]

[doomimpending.livejournal.com]

Silly earth-beast. There are no such things as aliens. Clearly this is a delusion of your inferior meat-mind.

[miracledude.livejournal.com]

[STARE]

[STAAAAARE]

[STAAAAAAREEEE]

Are you an alien? Hi, I'm Declan.

[doomimpending.livejournal.com]

Eh, what? OF COURSE NOT!! WHO TOLD YOU? THEY WERE LYING!

HOW COULD I NOT?!

[most_feared]

There's no such thing as aliens, son. There are more substantial worries on Earth. You ought to look into them and stop wasting your time with imaginary things.

[doomimpending.livejournal.com]

Yesss, listen to the earthman. There is nothing to be concerned with, noooothing at all.