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.]

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[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!"]