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First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

Sam arrived in the rec room straight from the Homecoming Carnival, carrying her water pistol, a small smear of poutine gravy on her cheek.

"Alright suckas, let's get this party started!"

She was maybe just at touch hyper.

[ooc: OCD is a go-go. The post is, as always, open to anyone who wants to wander in. Come on down and get your fifteen seconds of internet fame!

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Sam bounced around to warm up.

"I shoulda gotten some of those french fry things to go, man. They were so good."

"How'd that whole 'kissing booth' thing go, any way?" Freddie asked, glossing over Sam's normal fascination with foodstuffs.

"I have done my part to assist mankind," Sam said primly.

Mostly, she did this by shooting Jack with her water gun and then kissing a dog.

Freddie got a semi-serious look on his face. "You ended up kissing a lot of guys?"

"Tons," Sam lied. "I'm surprised you didn't see the line. I bet it was visible from space."

"Huh," Freddie said, feeling oddly about that. "Well I guess it was good for charity."

He was going to distract himself from that weird, unexpected feeling. "We're not expecting anything weird during tonight's show, right?"

"Around here, I just kind of count on a general air of weirdness," Sam said, glad of the change of subject. Talking to Freddie about kissing made her feel all funky. "But I'm not counting on turning into a badger again or anything."

"Well good. Because I totally don't have a guest host lined up if that happened," Freddie said with a chuckle. "And you're right, it's bound to be at least a little weird."

"What's a little weird?" Carly asked, the feed from Seattle finally up and running.

"Freddie's face," Sam said. What? It was practically instinct.

"It is not," Freddie said, making a face. "We were just saying that pretty much weird is the normal here, that's all."

He punctuated that by sticking his tongue out at Sam.

"Oh yeah, that totally didn't prove my point," Sam said.

"Chiiiildren," Carly said, in her best mom-voice.

"She started it!" Freddie said, in his oh-so-mature way.

"I usually do," Sam agreed. And aimed a squirt from her water gun at Freddie.

It was just a little squirt. Not enough to mess up the camera equipment.

"Watch the computer!" Freddie still yelped. "Without it we have no show!"

"That was no where near your computer," Sam protested.

"Don't make me come down there," Carly said sternly.

"Oh, like she'd actually stop teasing me if you were here," Freddie scoffed.

"Plus, I'd get a bonus Carly out of it."

"You'd really only just be reinforcing her behavior," Freddie said. "That's the last thing I need."

And we're live in 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2. . . .

"Hey howdy, I'm Carly!" said Carly.

"And I'm Sammeh!" declared Sam.

"I have never called you 'Sammeh'," said Carly.

"So I guess that means I shouldn't call you Carl?" asked Sam.

"Not if you value your life."

"Awwww, I've rubbed off on you!"

Whatever we think of to stick in here!

What can we say? He's Gib-tastic.

. . . Assuming one wanders in, tonight!

He wasn't exactly a guest star but LoJack (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/iamgumboy/Irish_Wolfhound.jpg) did show up. With a coconut cream pie that he carried in oh-so-gingerly onto the set to lay it at Sam's feet.

He then barked, wagged his tail and bounded off.

Sam looked from the pie to the direction LoJack had bounded off in, then back to the pie, then back after LoJack.

"I'm not declaring you special until I've tasted it!" she called after him. "Someone get me a fork."

And a few seconds later, Lojack returned. With fork, a plate, napkin and a pie server.

"Slightly more impressive," Sam informed him. She tucked the napkin into her collar, skipped right past the plate and pie server, and dug in with her fork.

One bite. Two.

"Okay, so this is pretty good pie."

"Galini's good?" Freddie had to ask.

"I didn't say that." Sam shoved another piece in her mouth. ". . . But I'd maybe need a Galini's here to be sure."

Expanding your vocabulary since at least a couple of months ago!

Oh no! It's almost over now!

And now it is over indeed. It's just like a tragedy. ~~We should only be Greeks.~~

Anyone who wants to guest star is more than welcome to wander into said guest star thread! Feel free to ping here with any questions first, if you like.

This week's special guest star ingredient: moose tracks ice cream.

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First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

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The show!

Opening Bit

And now it's time for. . . .

How about a moment with Gibby?

Let's welcome our very special guest . . .

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Here's a word from our Spencer

Closing bit

After the broadcast

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