[Sam doesn't look happy. In fact, he's glaring down at
his mask, then looking up to Carly.] Why do we have to wear these masks? It's yellow. It's girly. It should be on you, not me.
I think it looks rather dashing. Besides, [ Carly holds
hers up, ] you could wear this one. It's white and has feathers that could match your eyes. And, I think it's just because that's how the rules are.
[Sam holds up his hands.] Alright. Maybe I overreacted, maybe I don't want to wear a mask covered in in a pluthera of feathers. [He's still frowning, though.] I seriously wish I could trade it with something else, though.
Like what, exactly, Sam? Unless you mean something like a superhero mask.
Maybe that would get some attention. [It's now that he notices the PORTAL. He does a trouble take after realizing it's recording. He points at it.] What is that? [He makes his way over to it, picking it up.] What is this? I swear to god if this is some Decepticon crap --
[ Carly walks over, leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen. She raises her hand, pushing her hair back and blinks a few times. ] Sam. It's a video phone. Not everything is going to be a Decepticon waiting in disguise.
Angel, I know you're trying to be optimistic about things, but we're in a really messed up city.
You are only saying that because you don't like your mask. [ She taps him on the back of the head. ] I'm more worried who it's broadcasting to. Not if it's a Decepticon.
Oh, now we're on a huge network. Great. That's just fantastic. [And he is turning the PORTAL off right after that.]
((ooc: tags will come from both Carly and
camshafts! Carly is the gold while Sam is the blue ))