DATING SHOW
DATE: Day 55
CHARACTER(S): EVERYONE INVOLVED. God, don't make me list. XD
STATUS: OPEN
SUMMARY: This is the first dating show at Pluto IX. All your loins are belong to me.
LOCATION: SPECIAL DATING SHOW PLACE. Space Samberg brings you here with his sexiness.
Space Samberg had been busy all week. Not only was he busy getting the dating show set up and ready to go, a room on the ship all decked out for the occasion as well, and all of the data collecting complete.
There was also the matter of kidnapping various people who looked like perfect victims, drugging them appropriately, and then extracting the truth from them to add to this beautiful, beautiful endeavor. Space Samberg was not, however, going to take any kinds of factors like age or gender into consideration.
Just call it a budget cut at the last minute but it was impossible.
Actually, it was possible, but don't let Space hear you say that, or he'd do something drastic, like cry for his mommy after soiling his tinfoil underwear.
Very drastic indeed. No one would want that.
The stage was set, microphones and little podiums for each contestant, and Space had his spotlight.
What a beautiful fucking spotlight it was. He could spend hours in it. Hour upon hour just basking. Basking in the light, and all of the things it signified, like his glory, manhood, and .. and even his manhood a second time.
He put out an alert, and now all there was to do was wait for the contestants to show up. The audience was there, the crowd ROARING - okay, maybe that was just his imagination - as he took the microphone and did his welcoming speech.
"WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE VERY FIRST PLUTO IX DATING SHOW! All contestants will take the stage at some point this evening, and will talk with one of our hosts. From the questionnaires that were filled out, you are allowed to ask three questions of each prospective dating candidate that you have! No names will be given however, so once you ask your three questions and hear the answers from each candidate, you will then be prompted to make a decision which contestant you think would be the best blind date! Once this part of the event has been concluded, a party will be put into the works for the unveiling of your new sausa - date. And try not to thank me so much in all of my sparkly silvery glory. I KNOW YOU WANT TO."
[OOC: In the event of there being an odd number of questionnaires, Space is going to be someone's date. Because I believe the final count is 41. I will now start calling people to the stage. Look for your subthreads in the comments and comment there with your character's arrival accordingly!!
THE QUESTIONS YOU ASK ARE RIGHT HERE YOU GUYS: http://youre-awinner.livejournal.com/745.html?mode=reply]
CHARACTER(S): EVERYONE INVOLVED. God, don't make me list. XD
STATUS: OPEN
SUMMARY: This is the first dating show at Pluto IX. All your loins are belong to me.
LOCATION: SPECIAL DATING SHOW PLACE. Space Samberg brings you here with his sexiness.
Space Samberg had been busy all week. Not only was he busy getting the dating show set up and ready to go, a room on the ship all decked out for the occasion as well, and all of the data collecting complete.
There was also the matter of kidnapping various people who looked like perfect victims, drugging them appropriately, and then extracting the truth from them to add to this beautiful, beautiful endeavor. Space Samberg was not, however, going to take any kinds of factors like age or gender into consideration.
Just call it a budget cut at the last minute but it was impossible.
Actually, it was possible, but don't let Space hear you say that, or he'd do something drastic, like cry for his mommy after soiling his tinfoil underwear.
Very drastic indeed. No one would want that.
The stage was set, microphones and little podiums for each contestant, and Space had his spotlight.
What a beautiful fucking spotlight it was. He could spend hours in it. Hour upon hour just basking. Basking in the light, and all of the things it signified, like his glory, manhood, and .. and even his manhood a second time.
He put out an alert, and now all there was to do was wait for the contestants to show up. The audience was there, the crowd ROARING - okay, maybe that was just his imagination - as he took the microphone and did his welcoming speech.
"WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE VERY FIRST PLUTO IX DATING SHOW! All contestants will take the stage at some point this evening, and will talk with one of our hosts. From the questionnaires that were filled out, you are allowed to ask three questions of each prospective dating candidate that you have! No names will be given however, so once you ask your three questions and hear the answers from each candidate, you will then be prompted to make a decision which contestant you think would be the best blind date! Once this part of the event has been concluded, a party will be put into the works for the unveiling of your new sausa - date. And try not to thank me so much in all of my sparkly silvery glory. I KNOW YOU WANT TO."
[OOC: In the event of there being an odd number of questionnaires, Space is going to be someone's date. Because I believe the final count is 41. I will now start calling people to the stage. Look for your subthreads in the comments and comment there with your character's arrival accordingly!!
THE QUESTIONS YOU ASK ARE RIGHT HERE YOU GUYS: http://youre-awinner.livejournal.com/745.html?mode=reply]