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The Roof, Friday night

"I'm not late!" Sam announced as she hurried in from the party, still clutching a handful of chips and a tropical beverage (not booze, she was good and avoided that). "It's the time zones! The island's doing it!"

Or . . . something.

She skidded to a stop in the middle of the roof, stuffed the rest of the chips in her mouth and started to chug her juice before looking at Freddie. "Is it set up? Is it working? Do we have Carly?"

She might be just a tad hyper. She hadn't liked missing doing the show last week. The internet missed her!

[ooc: primarily for

randomspanish and iCarly's live broadcast, but it's the roof. Anyone interrupting may be hushed/drafted into the show, though.]

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"You have got to be kidding me," Freddie said, frowning a bit. "You know, I wanted to go to that party too."

He set down the camera. "Just get in position over there and we'll be starting in just a minute. I guess we'll just have to wing this."

He turned the spare monitor on his cart-o-technical equipment so that Sam would be able to see Carly's end (and the typically iCarly set) in Seattle.

"As usual," Carly grumbled on the screen. "One of these days, Sam, you're going to have to actually show up on time."

"It's not my fault they had a beach party tonight!" Sam thought this was a perfect excuse. At least she wasn't ranting about her mother?

"I managed to resist the temptation to go," Freddie said. He turned over to Carly. "You see what I have to deal with?"

Sam threw her now empty cup at his head. "Whine, whine. It's not my fault you didn't decide to go."

If he had, they'd probably end up delaying setting up the dual-location for a week, but Sam wasn't really good at thinking things through like that.

"Ow!" Freddie said, because Sam's aim was always true when it came to throwing things at his head.

"Look, we're live in two minutes, so we can talk about this after the show," he said. "And Carly, if anything weird happens on this end, it is honestly not our fault."

He picked up his camera after that oddly ominous statement.

"Weird?" Carly frowned.

"That reminds me," Sam said, grabbing her remote and shaking her limbs out. "I should totally see about catching one of those gremlin things for the show."

"One of the what things?" Freddie said, momentarily befuddled. He'd not had that one explained, yet.

"Wait, no time. Everybody in position. We're live in five, four, three, two..."

And, of course, he did not say the 'one'.

He never did.

"I'm Carly!" said Carly.

"And I'm Sam," said Sam.

"And welcome to iCarly! That's right, we're doing the dual location thing again."

"I went and got myself deported," said Sam.

"Transferred," corrected Carly.

"But don't worry," said Sam. "This time it'll totally work. Because if it doesn't, I'll ditch Freddie in the middle of the desert."

Freddie spun the camera around so he could address the viewers.

"It's working. Though I'm pretty sure she's serious about the desert thing!"

Of course, as it was on the show, he had a goofy smile on his face as he said it.

Sam leaned over Freddie's shoulder to look into the camera. "Oh, I am."

"Wait, what desert?" That wasn't in Carly's script. "I thought you guys were in Maryland?"

"Well, that's where we landed," Sam said. "Then we drove to Iceland."

"And now we're in Egypt!" Freddie said, promptly turning the camera so that the viewers could see out over the landscape from their roof location.

"It's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. And they don't even make you walk funny."

"Way-oh, way-oh," sang Sam, doing a quick little Egyptiany dance. "But they do wrestle naked."

"What kind of school is this?" Carly asked.

"One with the best field trips, ever. You get to see the world, and you don't even have to worry about stuff you left in your dorm room." Sam grinned. "Get this: the school assigned everyone 'big siblings', and mine swears he's an alien."

"And my roommate says he comes from a city I can't even find on Zaplook!" Freddie commented, having turned the camera around again. "It's very special. And we're going to bring you the best of Fandom High every week, here on iCarly. But I'm going to turn the camera around now, before Sam throws something at my head again!"

"Aw, he's learning!" Sam said cheerfully. "So, right now, we're on the roof of the dorms. Looks pretty fancy, right? The whole school is set up like a castle, only with more fun stuff and less stuffy old tapestries and suits of armor. There's even a ball pit on the sixth floor."

"And they do say that no school is complete without a ball pit. Or a castle, for that matter," Carly interjected. "Looks like sometimes crime does pay."

She made a face.

"We here at iCarly do not condone any sort of breaking the law. Just to be clear."

"Well, I do, but we all know the kids at home do not want to end up like me." Sam grinned. "But, you know, this school's not all castles and ball pits. There's also classes. I, for one, am enrolled in a class on cupcakes, and today, we had a class where we had to change tires for a bunch of clowns."

"Cupcake classes?" Carly said. "What's the first lesson, their deliciousness? Do you need more than one lesson on that?"

"Mostly, the teachers just rant about not putting meat in cupcakes." Sam's tone showed just how sad she thought such rants were. "But the tuna cupcakes weren't bad. And the pork ones from this week? Those were awesome." Sam looked right into the camera. "What do you guys think? Is meat for cupcakes? Or does it violate some unwritten law of mankind? Leave a comment with the worst cupcake idea you can think of, and next week, I'll see if I can get Freddie to eat it!"

"Oh no, I'm not eating weird cupcakes. We'll get Gibby to do it," Freddie said.

That was partly what Gibby was for, after all.

Sam shrugged. "So long as someone's eating them."

"So it sounds like you guys are settling in okay," Carly said. "In . . . Egypt."

"Definitely," Sam said. "But you know, I kind of miss those vikings. They knew what life was all about."

"And now, we cut to a video of rabbit opening a letter (http://youtu.be/bZBHZT3a-FA)," Carly declared.

Which the show did just that, after Freddie pressed the right buttons on his laptop.

When the shot cut back to Sam and Carly on their split screens, Sam was wearing a fedora and holding a carrot like a cigar.

Hey, she'd done some prep work for this.

"And now, we present to you our latest Pathetic Play: The Detective Who Solved Mysteries, and the Idiot Farm Girl Who Didn't Have Any Mysteries For the Detective to Solve."

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