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1st Floor Rec Room, Friday Night - iCarly Webcast!

Instead of the roof, this time Sam and Freddie had set up shop in the first floor rec room. Freddie had even set up a green screen for extra wackiness, along with all of his technical equipment so that they could both sync with Carly in Seattle and broadcast out across the web.

"Okay," Freddie said, pressing a few keys on his laptop. "We should be good to go in just a few minutes. You ready there in Seattle?"

"Freddie, which way do I point this camera?" Spencer said through the live feed from the West Coast. Freddie looked at the feed and saw a close-up of Spencer's mouth.

"The other way," he said, flatly.

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~. Open! Mainly for the co-host, but if anyone wants to walk in on the broadcast, they're welcome!]

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Edited 2011-06-04 03:33 (UTC)

Jack had been wandering.

As you do.

When he apparently stumbled into a webcast. With a lot of arm flailing.

"Oh, this can't be good."

"Oh look," Sam said. Some of that arm flailing might now include grabbing at Jack to drag him on camera. "It's Jack! Jack's here to play a game with us!"

"Sam," Carly said, a little warily. "Be nice."

Sam stuck her tongue out at the screen on which Carly appeared. "I'm always nice."

Wow. Sam is scrappy for a girl her size. Hopefully she and Jo never teamed up.

"Game?" Jack asked his eyes going wide. "Oh, no. I was just going... um. Over there."

He randomly pointed someplace. It was a closet.

Ah, but that would risk the wrath of Sam's scrappitude. Jack didn't want that.

"Relaaaax," Sam said, despite all the evidence that pointed towards Jack not wanting to relax for even a moment. "It'll be fuuuuuuun." She pulled over a random chair. "This is a game we like to call 'Hey! What am I sitting on?'"

"Seriously? That's a game?" Jack asked. "Because that just sounds like me sitting on something and then going to the dry cleaners."

"It's a great game," Freddie said. "Even our old school principal has played it. And he's lived a long and prosperous life."

Edited 2011-06-04 03:53 (UTC)

"Yeah?" Jack asked looking at Freddie and the camera. "And what planet was he from?"

"Planet Ridgeway." Sure, why not? "Now, just put on this blindfold." She held out a little black sleep mask. Don't ask why she'd had that crammed into her pocket. She had to make do, without Gibby around to emerge from the back in a toga.

Jack looked at Sam. Then Freddie. Then the camera. Then at the sleep mask.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to deeply regret this?" he asked as he put on the mask.

"Alright!" Sam cheered. "Get that butt ready there, Jack-o. I'll get the secret item that you'll be sitting on!"

She looked around the room for a secret item and grabbed a bag of cheetos. "Take a look all you iCarly freaks!" She held the bag up in front of the camera, then poured a hefty pile of cheetos onto the chair. "Now, have a seat, and you'll have 60 seconds to guess what that secret item is!"

"And if I win do I get my pride back?" Jack asked as he sat down to a resounding crunch.

"Well... it's crunchy. Um. And it some cases it's kind of poking me back there. Not in a fun way."

Careful, Jack. Those kind of jokes are usually reserved for Jo.

Jack frowned and sniffed. "Do I smell cheese?"

"And that ain't just Freddie you're smelling," Sam said encouragingly.

"I do not smell like cheese," Freddie retorted from behind the camera.

"Hopefully you're not crunchy either," Jack said shifting his seat and getting another crunch.

"Wait."

Cheese? Crunch?

"Am I sitting on Cheetos?"

Sam pressed a button on the remote and out of Freddie's rig came a "DING DING DING!" sound, followed by applause.

"You got it! Woooooooooo!"

Sam was far too excited by this victory over the mysteries of sitting.

Jack pulled off his mask and looked down a the crushed cheetos. "Oh, come on! These were clean!"

"Now tell him what he's won, Freddie!" Carly said from Seattle.

Freddie spun the camera around to his face. "Absolutely nothing!" he said, with a big grin, before spinning the camera back around.

"Gee. Thanks," Jack said as he tied to brush off cheeto dust from the seat of his pant. "I'm honored. Really."

Hmm. He doesn't seem honored.

"Look alive," Sam told him. "You're still on camera, dude."

Jack smiled and waved at the camera. "Hi! You're watching a bunch of insane people. I think I'm one of them."

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