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Hanson Campfire, Friday Evening, iCarly Broadcast!

Fredward Benson had pulled out all his A/V equipment and set up near the campfire again, so that Sam and he could film ther parts of the weekly iCarly web show. Of course, this experience could never go entirely smoothly, and this week Freddie was having trouble with the feed from Seattle.

"Are you entirely certain you didn't press any buttons, Gibby?" he said to the video of the feed from Seattle.

"I don't know, I don't have cable," Gibby retorted on the other end.

"Well something has the video feed upside down," Freddie said.

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up and running, Wanderers-by are more than welcome, though may at least be asked to participate in random dancing.]

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For that which happens before the countdown to live webshowness.

Leave it all to meeeee, leave it all to meeeee, just leave it all to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

One of them is Carly, and One of them is Sam...

Not that there was much of one, poor kids.

Edited 2011-06-18 02:31 (UTC)

We're up before 8 pm Eastern! Woooooo!

Hiiiii. Did you still want to do the Wesley-shooting-stuff bit? :)

D'oh! As I forgot about having them pre-tape it, perhaps they can do that for next week?

Hee, it's okay, I forgot too, and I definitely meant to email you this week, too. Fail, self. Next week sounds great!

"So?" Sam said. "I don't have cable, either."

Really, she should try doing more than occasional camera work when Freddie had to show off his flashlight costume before she made disparaging remarks about the tech assistants in Seattle.

"And you'd probably be worse at this than Gibby," Freddie said.

He paused.

"Gibby, the camera isn't upside-down, is it?"

Gibby had an equally long pause, and then the picture righted itself as the camera was turned right-side-up.

"Thank you, Gibby," Freddie said.

"Maybe we can tell people it's avant garde," Carly suggested.

"Either that or avant chiz," said Sam. She pulled out a package of fat cakes from . . . somewhere . . . and ripped it open, then stuffed one in her mouth. "And I'd totally be great with the camera. I'm just better in front of it."

Oh prosthetic-ed Freddie, your creepy early Hollywood movie star face haunts me.

. . . I totally need to get an icon of Sam with the Bette Midler nose.

"Well, lucky for you I know I'm better behind it so we don't have to resort to that," Freddie said. "I see that fake ham earlier today wasn't actually filling."

Sam groaned. "It just made me hungrier. Stupid virtual food reality."

"Well, that's what you get for virtually showing off," Freddie said, having no reason to brag given his own pathetic display in class. "Just try not to eat during the show, okay?"

"Hey," said Sam. "I'm a professional." It might have been more believable -- and intelligible -- if she hadn't just stuffed the second fat cake into her mouth, whole.

"You've eaten our props before," Freddie pointed out. "Back me up on this, Carly."

"Oh no," Carly chimed in from Seattle. "I plead the fifth."

"Yeah, see, she agrees with me."

Sam never paid much attention in Government class. Or any class before taking things like "Cupcake War Crimes" and "Life's a Circus", really.

"That's not what that means," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Right Gibby?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Freddie," Gibby said, a little stilted. He was obviously not telling the truth.

"Yes it is. Carly, tell him!"

"OH LOOK IT'S TIME TO BROADCAST," said Carly. It was probably for the best -- Sam at least could have kept this argument up for days.

"Ooookay!" Freddie said, knowing better than to continue anything after Carly put the kibosh on it. "Everybody to your places and we're live in five, four, three, two..."

"I'm Carly," said Carly.

"Tell him you agree with me!" said Sam.

Carly blinked at the camera on her side and sighed, then burst into a grin. "And this is iCarly!"

Sam, thankfully, took the hint. "The only web show guaranteed not to give you rabies."

"So that's probably from the raccoon in your garage," said Carly.

"You should probably get rid of it," said Sam.

"Definitely. Yeah."

"Mmhm."

Of course, during this whole bit, Freddie didn't notice the little green scaly things huddling around his A/V cart.

And it wasn't until Carly gasped and shouted "We're being cart-napped!" that Freddie turned to see the gremlins making off with his equipment.

"Nooooo!" he shouted.

Edited 2011-06-18 02:30 (UTC)

"I'm on it!" Sam rolled up her sleeves and charged after the gremlins.

"Uh, we'reexperiencingsometechnicaldifficultiespleaseenjoythisvideoofacatinashoppingbag," said Carly.

Freddie set down his camera to chase after the gremlins. "Come back here!"

Of course, this just gave another gremlin the chance to grab Freddie's camera while he wasn't attending to it.

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Hanson Campfire, Friday Evening, iCarly Broadcast!

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