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First floor rec room, Friday night, iCarly broadcast!

Sam had managed to successfully avoid Freddie for another week, and had managed to avoid thinking about the whole "we kissed!" thing for almost that whole time, right up until it was time to get ready to come down stairs for iCarly.

Dammit, why did he have to be somewhat more mature and less nubbish, now? Why'd the kiss have to be good?

As though life wasn't confusing enough.

She bounced around in a circle to warm up, a thoughtful look on her face. If anyone spotted said look, she'd just tell them she was pondering the wonders of ham.

[ooc: OCD is up! As always, anyone is welcome to wander in before, during, or after the broadcast. Those during may be asked to do something excessively silly.]

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For the before things.

"You thinking about bacon ice cream sundaes or something?" Freddie asked as he prepped the computer, an amused little smile on his face.

Sam stopped bouncing. "Sweet chiz, that's brilliant." She stared at Freddie for a moment, then scowled. "Dammit, Freddie!"

"...what, I'm sure you can actually go get one somewhere after the show," Freddie said, totally not understanding why Sam was reacting that way.

"Why'd you have to be all . . . getting me?" Yes, Sam was weirded out by being understood by the guy she'd been working closely with on a web show for years.

"Because we spend an insane amount of time together thanks to iCarly?" Freddie said. "And just, you know, being friends in general?"

He was not sure what the problem was, there.

"Who says we're friends?" Sam said quickly. She had an image to uphold here.

"The fact that no sane person would put up with what you do to me if we weren't?" Freddie said, though he should have realized there was a rather silly assumption in there.

"Are you calling me crazy?" No, Sam, he wasn't. Stop projecting.

"I think you have it backwards," Freddie said, realizing that Sam was being... confusing and he had no idea how to fix this.

Sam's fury dissipated much faster than one might expect. "Yeah, well, you'd probably be right, anyway."

"...right," Freddie said, as his laptop bleep-blooped to let him know that the Seattle feed was live.

"Tell Spencer he's not allowed to butter his face," Carly greeted.

Sam loved her a good change of subject. "Why is he buttering his face? His face isn't toast."

"Like I know why he does these things?" Carly objected.

"Could he at least film it so we have a clip for the next episode?" Freddie asked.

"There you go. Spencer! No buttering your face unless you film it for the internet!" Wait. Dammit, he did it again. "Freddie, stop having good ideas!"

Carly gave a look at the camera. "Did you really just tell Freddie to not have good ideas?"

"She's been really weird, tonight," Freddie warned.

"So's your face," Sam said, somewhat indiscriminately. "Let's just do this, okay? I wanna go finger paint."

Freddie opened his mouth for a retort then thought better of it. "Right, well, I think everything's ready on the technical side."

Carly just blinked a few times and then spoke. "I really need to come supervise you two in person, huh?"

"Yes!" Sam demanded, making grabby hands at the camera -- and thus at Carly in Seattle. "You're at least gonna come for Parent's Weekend, right?"

"Uh, Sam," said Carly. "I'm not your parent."

In 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2. . . .

She's Carly! And she's Sam! And let's hope you pictured Carly and Sam and not a banana boat and a tree hugger!

"I'm Carly," said Carly.

"And I'm totally insane," said Sam.

"What?"

"Totally." Sam leaned into the camera and nodded seriously. "Bonkers."

"You're not going to try and trick me with any special effects again, are you guys?"

"And this is iCarly!" Sam yelled. Carly looked worried, then shrugged, and they both commenced flailing their arms.

Full of playful patheticness.

. . . whomever may or may not wander in!

Jack had come down to the rec room to... recreate.

And of course walked right into yet another episode of iCarly.

"Seriously?!" he groaned. "I've got to start going out on Friday nights."

And yes, that was him heading to the door. Better catch him iCarly crew.

Really, you'd think he'd know better by now.

"Hold it right there, or I'll release carpet beetles in your sock drawer!"

On the Seattle feed, Carly looked appalled. "Sam!"

"What? He's entertaining."

Jack had his hand on the doorknob of the door. He was so about to exit.

And then he heard "carpet beetles" and "sock drawer".

His head dropped in defeat.

"Fine," he groaned and turned to walk into rec center. "Just... shove cheese down my pants or whatever and get it over with."

"Now where would the fun be in that?" Sam asked. "We have a special game for you, today!" She pulled two five gallon buckets from behind Freddie's rig. "It's time for 'Let's Pick a Bucket!' Woooo!"

And cue the canned applause from Sam's remote.

"Gosh, Sam!" Jack said with a fake grin and enthusiastic sarcasm. "What do I win if I pick the right bucket?"

He punctuated the statement with a big thumbs up to the camera.

"Freddie?" Sam prompted. "Tell our guest what he'll win!"

Freddie spun the camera around to address the audience "An autographed photo of the World's Fattest Priest!"

He spun the camera around to get Jack's reaction.

It wasn't a good reaction. His face twisted up in disgust and he shuddered.

"What is wrong with you people!?!?"

Then he groaned and shoo his head.

"Just throw both buckets on me," he said in defeat.

Sam looked at the camera with a smirk, then shrugged. "You'd think he already knew the game." She threw the contents of the first bucket, showering Jack with maple syrup, then hefted the second up over his head to send down a rain of brightly colored craft feathers.

Jack looked down at his feathered self and sighted.

He looked over at Sam. "I feel pretty."

Then he looked at Freddie.

"I'll take my picture of that fat priest nwo."

"You are pretty," Sam told him. "Isn't he gorgeous, ladies and gentlemen?" she asked the camera, then pressed the remote button for applause.

"Seriously," Carly asked from the laptop. "Why do you keep coming back?"

"I didn't even know you were here!" Jack protested. "Plus?"

He pointed an accusatory finger at Sam.

"Carpet beetles!"

Go Gibby, it's your birthday, no it isn't, but that's okay. . . .

The segment started almost normally for a Gibby bit. Gibby was dressed in a red and white striped suit and a straw hat, and he quickly began to lip sync (http://youtu.be/iEEmUdkTyJ0) to a silly song.

When the song hit the chorus and out danced Guppy Gibson dressed as a banana, that's when it really hit its stride.

Especially when at the end, rubber bananas rained from the ceiling onto both of them.

He's our Spencer. You can't have him.

"And now we have a Word From Our Spencer," Carly announced, and the camera cut to a shot of her brother wearing a ridiculous hat.

"Slubberdegullion," Spencer said, before pulling the string that made that hands on his hat clap twice.

Until next time. . . .

For the after times.

Today is the day I regret giving up cable. *Shakes fist and tries to patiently await streamings of shows*

And how would you like to mess with Jack this evening?

Whatever you'd like. I'm good.

We have a plan, indeed! Hope his outfit isn't dry clean only. ;D

To the guest star thread with you!

HUZZAH!

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First floor rec room, Friday night, iCarly broadcast!

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And now, a pathetic play

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