4, 3, 2, 1

[maskormods]

WHO: All imPorts
WHERE: Heropa convention center
WHEN: September 23 - 25
WHAT: Auditions for the new reality TV show sweeping the nation!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; let us know if this needs to be changed.

You may think that thanks to the sheer volume of interviews on the street that happen in porter cities every month the natives may have started tuning you out. You, though, would be so very, very, wrong. Though whichever imPort first mentioned a little thing called Big Brother as their favorite TV show has been lost to the annuls of history, the idea of reality TV has caught on in this version of America. What started with the seeds of a few random imPorts getting assigned their own show by the government has finally blossomed into the inevitable: auditions for an all imPort, live-in reality TV show organized, sponsored, and totally produced by private businesses. Welcome, imPorts, to BIG BROTHER 3000.

What sets this show apart from your run of the mill ‘people locked together in a house/stuck on an island/naked in the woods’ reality show? The fact this one with be the first (and depending on imPort behavior, possibly the last) one shot IN SPACE. That’s right, those selected for the show will get to live in a privately built international space station, with only maintenance robots, cameras, and each other (as well as the network) for company for an entire month. Oh, and a few random surprise events put on by the producers. Can’t forget those. Or the extensive waivers required to be signed before you’re even allowed to try out for the show that go with them.

A total of 9 imPorts will be selected for this adventure based on viewability, athletic prowess, space familiarity (just in case of “unlikely” (and drama filled) emergencies), and a certain je ne sais quoi known only to the producers. And of course, this isn’t just for the fun of getting to live in space and have every moment recorded for millions to view. There is a SECRET PRIZE at the end for the one that manages to be voted the winner by the folks at home. How do you win, you say? And what exactly is the prize? Wait and see!

Auditions consist of three stages. Personality, Physicality, and Team-Work. For those grumpy pants that wouldn’t wait around for an audition for a reality TV show (even one, and we cannot stress this enough, IN SPACE), never fear. Nothing launches a brand like imPorts, so there’s a $100 cash incentive for just showing up, and prizes to be mailed to you at a later date for every stage of the interview process you participate in. (Prizes will be given at the end of October when the winners are announced). All of this will be on TV, of course, so there’s also the angle of public exposure for those of you with something on your mind.

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Day 1 - PERSONALITY

[maskormods]

That wonderful staple of just getting to know you. Participants will first be asked to say a few sentences (or more, if you’re that kind of person) about themselves and why they want to be on the show. This part is a classic audition tape, so make it sparkle. (And also use this intro bit as the top level part of your comment for this section). After that, other imPorts will be allowed to ask you any question they like/think will help the audience know the real you (though a stock of getting to know you questions are available to use).

But it can’t just be that easy, can it? As the interviewee sitting under an uncomfortably warm and bright spotlight for this segment, you are of course given a nice, refreshing glass of the liquid of your choice. However, hydration really isn’t entertaining reality TV. Naturally there’s an ulterior motive. Drinking the offered beverage will cause your character to tell only the truth during the interviews. Of course you can offer technical truths only or chose to simply stop answering, but that last one’s no way to get on the show. Or you may have thoughtfully brought your own drink and just give a normal interview. That’s also an option. Just keep in mind that all interviews are subject to being aired/will appear online, so anything shared here is considered public knowledge! And the internet never forgets.

Poe Dameron: Personality

[flightforfreedom]

[Teal Deer Energy Drink Corporation had nearly jumped for joy when the show was announced. It was a perfect opportunity for free advertising, just by getting the face of their drink onto the show. For Poe, all someone had to do was mention Space, and he immediately agreed. He was chomping at the bit to get even into low orbit.

So here he is: super power granted Perfect Hair, in a leather jacket and a winning grin. He's also sitting on his carpet, mid air, for effect.]

Good to see you, America. Poe Dameron here. All you need to know about me is that I'm the best pilot in both my galaxy and this one, and I am all too happy to give you a glimpse of what being is space is really like. This isn't a day trip - leaving the atmosphere, especially with current technology, is a dangerous gig, and it's not for the faint of heart. But don't worry - bring me along, and no matter what the universe or the producers throw at us, everyone will be coming out alright. So go ahead. Ask me anything you like, I'm an open book.

[And he takes a sip of the offered drink.]

Odin | Personality

[shadowglitter]

[ Oh, you want sparkle in your audition tapes? Guess what! Odin is literally sparkling! With some well-placed dark magic, Odin's conjured flakes of gold and glitter to dance around his head and swirl around his terribly under-dressed body as he winks and smiles and shows off his best angles to the camera. God, he's beautiful. He thinks he is, at least. He's also standing on a skateboard, even though he's in the middle of an interview, and he keeps rolling back and forth in place under the spotlight, ready to just totally kickflip off the seat he's supposed to be sitting in and like ollie nosegrind 1080 boneless off the wall or whatever. That'd leave a Truly Badass Impression, he thinks, though it should go without saying that he's never been on a skateboard before in his life. THAT WON'T STOP HIM FROM DOING A TRICK EVERY SINGLE TIME HE'S ASKED TO DO ONE.

He is so god damn excited to introduce himself that he's legitimately vibrating, just bouncing on his feet and rocking back and forth and waiting for the interviewer to ask him to introduce himself. When he realizes that nobody's going to call on him and he's just supposed to talk, he goes a little red and stammers out a quick "sh-shit", slaps his cheeks to wipe the goofy smile off his face, and then just smoulders. So suave. So sexy. Blue Steel 2.0 right here. Actually, he doesn't really look as masculine as he'd like, given that despite his best efforts to pout his lips just right and jut out his chin to catch the light in just the right way, there are still little pink hearts made of light swirling around his fingertips as he scowls at the camera. But. He's trying. ]

The name... is Odin Dark. I've... seen hell, America. The weight of a millionfold deaths rests on my strong, chiseled back. I'm like a sad horse, and the human person riding me is actually not a human person at all, but is in fact a metaphorical representation of burdens and trauma. Yet I rise above my past! For you, the natives who need me! I'll protect you all from danger, even if I have to lay down my life again and again to do it! For I am a hero. A Scion of Heroes. An Ultimate Paragon of Scions of Heroes, Touched By Darkness But Nevertheless Drawn To The Light. I'm also really good at everything I do and I really like hanging out with people and making friends and just kind of having fun and having a nice time? If you wanna ask me about my adventures or my dreams or my cool personality you're totally welcome to do that. I don't blame you. There's a lot to uncover about me. Some of it good! Some of it bad! All of it mysterious and entertaining and sexy and amazing and fantastic and just generally really great.

[ he winks. he flexes. he sticks his tongue out in concentration as he kicks at the skateboard, and it, like, sort of comes two centimetres off the ground? it's not impressive, but nevertheless, odin is suddenly screaming. ]

DID YOU SEE THAT???? DID YOU CATCH THAT ON CAMERA? DID YOU SEE THAT SWEET TRICK?!?!!?! I CAUGHT SO MUCH AIR!!!

Leia Organa

[articulations]

[ The light is glaring and in her face and she only winced the one time as she gets settled. Hands clasped on her lap, they loosen as she's handed the white mug, cradling its warmth. She smiles. ]

Thank you. [ A pause then as she leans forward to listen to the man talk, the one behind the camera. ] I see. So then you want me to say a few words? And we're being recorded?

[ Leia's only here for two reasons: she'd been dragged in as she'd been recognized as an imPort, and she'd been curious about the whole promise of space.

Now she sits poised regally on the plush chair offered, looking like she's fit for sitting at a throne. ]

Well, my name is Leia Organa. Here, I don't believe there are many who would know who I am, and that's fine. I possess the skills of a senator and while I might not be on the level of Admiral Ackbar, I am familiar with war out in space, should the situation ever arise, and the strategies it takes to survive one. Though I hope it doesn't come to that.

Who can tell, being in space is as unpredictable as being with your feet on the ground, firmly planted or not.

[ The mug comes up as she trails off and she takes a drink, waiting for any questions he (or anyone) might have. ]

Eddison "Dolorous Edd" Tollett | Personality

[secondplacescrow]

[ It was his "boss" or his commander that told him to take opportunity. 'No offense, Edd,' he said. 'While you are quiet fun for helping De Chimeans to learn of their weather every morning and afternoon, we noticed you don't really have the knowledge of the science to back it up. Going up to space will give you a chance to see the world, and notice the patterns of the place. Trust me, you won't get another opportunity like this, both here and in your world.'

Which basically meant, Edd, we like you because you are a funny man, so why don't you become a funnier man by going up in the night sky and bounce between the stars? Because ha ha, Edd is a such a funny fellow, that. It's the most praise Edd can ask for, really. And there's some truth to what is being said: winter is coming, but how the blast does Edd would know how high the waters flood the Florida wetlands? Or how De Chima's fog thickens and lessens? Nothing, that's what.

Edd sits down on the chair, staring balefully at the light. Too hot, too bright. Edd now understands what is like to be in Dorne. He wished he hadn't dismissed his pet raincloud. He gives the glass of water a glance, wishing it is wine instead - even horse blood - but he looks back at the interviewer with a dolorous, sad expression that one coworker called "his resting face". ]

I am Eddison Tollett. I'm the acting Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, but you lot don't know what that is, which is fortunate. It's freezing where we are from, and we hold a giant wall of ice. Three hundred miles wide and seven hundred feet tall, it was made to withstand the return of a terrible neighbor for eight thousand years.

[ He sucks his teeth. ]

I suppose that is what you like to call a resume. Am I wrong?

[ Resume. Sounds like a fruit from Essos. ]

Peter Maximoff | Personality

[quickfingers]

[Truth be told, Peter was just shit talking reality shows the other day, but when you wave some free cash and the suggestion of space travel in his face he's not about to say no to this opportunity. The fate of MTV is sad and maybe he's technically contributing to it right now but he'll be a bit of a sell out for space.

He's sitting on a tall stool in a silvery toned denim jacket and a t-shirt that reads PORTER PIZZA. He came here on his break, alright, so that's a little insight into why he's also casually eating a piece of pizza when it's his turn to introduce himself.

Peter waves off the offer of a drink.] Nah, brought my own. Thanks. Shout out to Porter Pizza? Hashtag not spons.

Anyway, I'm Peter Maximoff. The fastest pizza delivery boy you'll ever know, this side of Heropa and beyond. I just settled in last month, but it's kinda been a wicked trip? Met a lot of crazy, cool people here.

[He takes a bite of pizza, still casually chewing:] I'm a twenty seven year old former basement dwelling loser who happens to have a genetic mutation. [Lil' hairflip - it's his namesake after all.] I can run fast - I broke eight world records in track and field. Sure, they then unfairly disqualified mutants from athletics because of me but that's not the point. The point is eight world records.

So uh, yeah. 's up?

Loma Shade - Personality

[poreiavian]

[When Loma is called up, she makes a scenic entrance. A bright and beautiful tapestry of colors trails behind her and ahead of her as she walks up to the stage, creating her own rainbow-colored carpet to stride upon. She makes a show of being poised and dignified, as the multitude of colors lift from the ground and warp the stage behind her to become a dull colored rainbow backdrop. Her dress is an elegant polka dot one, but the dots themselves are a vibrant rainbow color courtesy of her coat being infused into the outfit.]

Greetings, Planet Earth. I am Loma Shade, young, sweet and only 16. But who am I exactly? Well, that's the wonderful thing about me - I am everything! On the surface, I may just appear to be your every day girl next door. Charming, friendly, a little mischevious and ready for adventure. I am all those things, but I am also whoever you want me to be. That is what makes me a Changing Girl! My hobbies are sitcom television, retro music, dancing, and always having a good time. Boys and girls - I'm single.

[ she gives a playful wink to the audience and chuckles affably. ]

Now why am I here? Well, simple: I was born to be a star! Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being on the screen, and know this is my calling. Much like sitcoms, every reality show needs personality, character, a real story to it. And I can tailor myself to whatever role is necessary.

I can be the tender one, sweet and innocent, keeping the peace. [ she folds her hands, bats her eyes, and smiles brightly. ]

I can be the party girl, who gets super drunk and does crazy things. [ she sits up from her chair, picks it up by the backside, and swings it around in a fast circle, before slamming it back to the ground and sitting down again. ]

I can even be the nasty one, spouting classic lines such as -- [ she scowls angrily: ] I'm not HERE to make FRIENDS! I'm came here to win AND THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO!

[ she breathes in, closes her eyes, and once more reverts to a sweet cheerful pep in her voice. ]

So then -- oh hang on -- [ she leans over and takes a sip of the water provided by the studio, polite and poised. ] -- ah, much better. So as you can see, I am truly a perfect candidate for going up into space, living there with eight total strangers, and being thoroughly entertaining. Please, do give me any question your heart desires. I am here for you, dear audience!

Jonathan Walsh - PERSONALITY

[drivesadesk]

[Jonathan takes a sip of his iced coffee, trying to make himself comfortable before he starts talking. He isn't one to care too much about heat in general, but these lights were pushing it. After mentally reassuring himself that the skin suit would need far higher temperatures than this to start melting, he sets down his drink, and flashes the camera a winning grin, leaning forward and clasping his hands together in a way that was meant to appear friendly and inviting.]

Hello, everybody! My name's Jonathan Walsh, and I'm really glad to be here today. After a long time stranded on Earth, I really think this is an exciting opportunity. Now, don't get me wrong, I love your beautiful planet, and I love having my feet on solid ground, and I admit, relying on human technology for something like this makes me a little nervous, but who doesn't want to mix things up from time to time?

Besides, [he adds, leaning back and spreading his hands.] Who better to send into space than me? I used to live on a spaceship. And I have enough technical know-how to handle basic maintenance and repairs, and that could definitely come in handy if anything goes wrong. But there's more to why you should choose me than that.

[Jonathan runs his hand through his hair.]

I'm gorgeous, charismatic, and sexy. Sure, there are lots of imPorts here who can keep a ship up and running, but this isn't just a space expedition. It's a show. And with any show, you need to give the audience something nice to look at. And this skin suit I'm wearing? Is really nice to look at.

Bela Talbot - Personality

[cleptes]

[The spotlight doesn't bother her. At least not in this context. Bela is perfectly coiffed as always, but she's put a bit more effort into how she looks this time. That's what the viewing public wanted, right? Someone who looks good on television.

She is poised and relaxed, one leg crossed over the other as she settled back into the chair. A cup and saucer is placed on a small table next to her, steam rising from the cup - tea, of course. Bela is really going to sell the English part, despite it being an American reality show.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Bela Talbot. [Brilliant smile.] While I haven't been to space before I don't think that should count against me. I am witty and charming, as well as intelligent. I'm fast on my feet and adaptable, able to work as part of a team. [When it suits her.] I'm also a successful business owner - Herodotus Antiques, you might have heard of it? And while that might not seem useful in space it shows that I have strong organisational skills and I'm good with numbers. Should that come up in the contest of course.

[Another smile before she reached for her cup of tea, taking a delicate sip. She held it between her hands.]

Handling and cataloguing antiques has given me a strong eye for detail and a careful approach to tasks. I am positive that these skills and the ones I mentioned earlier would be very useful in this kind of situation.

Thank you for taking the time to listen. Feel free to ask me questions.

Armitage Hux: Personality

[therewillbeorder]

My name is Armitage Hux and for those of you don't already know me, I am a general of the First Order. I command the army along with the destroyer Finalizer.

[And Starkiller but that was a painful subject. He picked up the mug of coffee he was offered though didn't drink it just yet, pausing for a question from the interviewer. He has no intention of going on to the other parts of the process, he's just here for the entertainment of the whole thing since he had an afternoon free.]

I have spent more time in space than not though my experience is with technology far more advanced than anything here. The space program on this planet is about as advanced as a drunk Wookiee taping random obsolete spare parts together and calling it a job well done. It's really nothing to be proud about, I honestly cringe when someone here brags about visiting the nearest moon in the system.

[Just being honest here, he didn't even need the coffee for that. He held up a hand to stop the interviewer from speaking again, looking at the camera with amusement.]

Now, I'm sure some of have things you're just burning to ask but I would be more than happy to answer any questions you have for me.

Hunk | Personality

[hunksmash]

Hey, there! I'm Hunk!

[ That's all the name you're getting from this big ol' teen! There's a little awkwardness present in his demeanor, because he doesn't really know what to say, but... His life's not in danger, and he's pretty sociable, so this isn't the worst place he could be, and he's far from panic mode.

His initial grin falters for a second as he gathers his thoughts up. ]

I don't really know what to say, but... Uh. I've been in space before. A lot. Like, more than most human beings where I'm from, and probably more than most of the people here? Don't quote me on that, though, because I don't know the stats.

Anyway, space travel is pretty common where I'm from. I'm a mechanical engineering student at the Galaxy Garrison, which is an academy present to train 'the next generation of space explorers.' [ That bit said with a gruffly-toned commercial-y voiceover. It's an oft-repeated spiel, apparently. ] Or I was an engineering student. Now I pilot a giant robot lion that transforms with four other lions into an especially giant robot dude that smashes an evil alien empire.

[ That part kinda spilled out, and he's stuck again for another beat. ]

Anyway, yeah. Space. I've been there. And I'd like to see how it works here.

giorno giovanna: personality

[tropism]

[ this looks fun and not at all disastrous, so here he is. ]

Darlings. Citizens. Heroes and disgruntled infidels and do-gooders.

My name is Giorno Giovanna, and I am beyond beautiful. I hail from Naples, Italy, and I'm here to serve you visual appeal and a great time. I'm a stellar student. Loveable guy. All-around charmer. I target your heart, then I target your wallet.

My hobbies are eating good food, a well-executed murder, a good scam, and watching musicals.

I'm here for a good time, my friends, so please [ off-screen someone tells him to keep it short, and giorno fires back with, ] - I'm doing a monologue! Next time I get an interruption I'm charging for that heresy.

... Anyway. As I was saying. [ he takes the pina colada offered to him. because of his powers it is now non-alcoholic and therefore pg-13 friendly for someone like him. giorno smiles beatifically at the screen. ] I'm here for a good time, and I'm also here to help anyone pack on short notice.

Questions or concerns? They're noted, the rest will just have to go to my lawyer. Have a wonderful day!

Luke Skywalker: Personality

[faithfulson]

[ His coworkers had insisted Luke go to this, saying it sounded right up his ally. Admittedly, he had been hesitant; the name "Big Brother" didn't sound like anything good, but... space. That was what ultimately did it, the thought of finally getting his feet off planet, even if they didn't go very far. ]

[ That didn't mean he wasn't nervous, and he offered the camera a small, uneasy smile. He was sure that was enough for whatever fan girls he had to fall over, though. ]

Hello. Um... I'm Luke Skywalker. Here in America I'm working as a family councilor -- [ Yes, he appreciates the irony so much more now. ] -- but back home I was a commander in the Rebellion against the Empire, and one of the best star fighters in the galaxy. Breaching the atmosphere of this planet may be difficult, given the older technology on hand, but I've been reading up on it and experimenting in my free time. I'm feeling fairly confident I can handle anything that comes up.

[ He pauses to take a drink from his mug -- it wasn't that hot compared to what Tatooine would get, but it definitely made him uncomfortable. A flash of warning went across his senses just as he was about to take a sip, and he slowly pulled away without doing so, setting it down. His smile was a little more uncomfortable after that one, and he didn't touch the drink again. ]

I'll answer whatever questions anyone might have.

riptide: personality

[knaval]

What's up?

[riptide strolls casually to the interview spot, hands in his shark hoodie pockets and inclines his head slightly. he looks like any other Youth, to be honest.]

My name's Riptide. Remember when I ran for ambassador? You guys were great. Anyway, I'm the crowned Meme King whatever that is, big Muppets fan, actually a giant Cybertronian from another galaxy over - stop laughing! I really am! I'll show you later, glitch. In that form, I turn into a boat. I, uh, I've never been a human before, being able to switch between forms wasn't an innate ability I had. Let's see... I'm an Autobot, I fought in the Cybertronian Civil War that lasted four million years-- though I'm only three and a half milllion years old and I can do sweet flips in space.

[he grins, raising a hand to the camera.]

Also, if this all goes wrong and the place depressurises, I'll be the only survivor because I can do fine in space, so I'll win by default. Vote Riptide!

bodhi rook: personality

[onlydoubts]

[ And then there's this guy. Typically nervous, Bodhi will not disappoint in that aspect, drumming his fingers on the mug of the offered drink which has so far been untouched, and squinting under the harsh lighting at the camera.

But. Space. Hence him jumping at the chance before completely understanding the point of the audition. Now that he's here, guess this is happening? Once he gets the cue to start, he gives the camera a nod and a slight, stiff wave. ]

Um, hey America? I'm Bodhi Rook. I'm the - a pilot. It was my job. I was pretty much flying from planet to planet, so I'm pretty familiar with space. Well, maybe not this space, but... I think I can handle whatever you can throw at me. [ He's been researching it, and while it's not the vast galaxy or range of tech he's used to... it's something?

He takes a drink from his mug. ]

Han Solo & his sparkling Personality

[carbonfrozen]

[Han is about sick of being stuck on this rock, honestly, so of course he jumps at the chance to get back into space, even if it's just getting into low orbit.

Wow, this spotlight is way too warm and bright for his liking, but he gives the camera a charming, roguish smile anyway. Think of space, Solo. Think of the stars and the Falcon and how much you want to get off this mudball.]

I'm Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon. [A pause, during which he lets the words sink in.] For those of you not from my galaxy, she's the fastest ship there. [And would be the fastest one here if he had her here.] And that means that, no matter what else anyone from my galaxy's said, I'm the best pilot there. The technology here ain't exactly what I'm used to, I'll admit that, but I'm a fast learner. Can't be that hard to get the hang of it here, can it?

Now, I don't know about you, but I'm the best person to take out into space, even a low-orbit space station like what the producers are planning. My copilot and I kept our ship and our heads together even through the Kessel Run and the Dragon Void—this'll be easy, in contrast.

[And then he takes a sip of his drink.] Go ahead, then—ask me anything.

K-2SO : personality

[reexamined]

I don't even want to be on this.

[Yeah. That's how he's starting this out.]

But there's a monetary incentive for entering. So.

I'm K-2SO. I'm a droid. The only reason I can see for being picked is that if anything were to go wrong, I can survive in space, and it would be beneficial to the cast if they were all organic. I also would consume less resources- and by less I mean basically none- than anyone else. And that includes not drinking or eating.

[A glance to the glass of water in front of him on the table, and then up at the film crew who provided it.]

Yes, you didn't really think that one through, did you?

Sadie Doyle | Personality

[marriedmedium]

[Sadie takes the beverage and pours it into her spare martini glass. Yes, she has one.]

Hello darlings! I'm Sadie Doyle—socialite, medium and host of 'The Paranormal Heart'! You're charmed, I'm sure. Ask me anything you'd like, especially if it's about how to mix a good drink!

Elena Fisher | Personality

[storyseeker]

[Oh. Boy. She'd come here with a mind to maybe do a story on the tryouts, but had ended up in line herself, and part of her thinks maybe she should try out. She had nearly won a reality show once before, after all.]

Hey there. I'm used to being on camera, but usually it's to tell a news story about someone else, not me.

I'm Elena Fisher and full disclosure—I've been on a reality show before, right after college. I didn't win, but I did kick ass, and it was good for my career. I'm pretty sure I could kick ass again.

joseph kavinsky's """"personality"""" (cw mention of past drug use)

[pillz]

"What's up, world."

The boy who presents himself as Joseph Kavinsky still has the same creepily youthful good looks, poofy lips, spiky hair. But everything else is different, from the plaid buttondown shirt to the khakis. He doesn't jitter and twitch like the cokehead he used to be, either.

"This is Joseph Kavinsky. Used to go by Kavinsky, kind of like Madonna, minus the cone breasts but just about as into the fame and narcissism. You might also remember me as the huge jackass who overran three ImPort cities with some nightmares about totalitarian Russia this one time. I went through rehab with Dr. Frederick Chilton's Home for Lost Boys, and it helped me get over a little bit of my shit. These days, I help the doc with seminars about ImPort mental illness-- you can check out the Fanport 2017 video on his website.

"And I've made some major donations. There's the brain scan holo-projector, where you can see what your neurotransmitters are doing if you wanna make out with your hot date at the museum." A CHARMING WINK. "And a really big mirror maze in De Chima. If it sounds like I'm promoting a lot of excuses to make out in public, that's probably true, but that's because love saved my soul. Why can't it save yours too? Hasta.

"Or Довиждане, as we say in Bulgaria."

Tailgate - PERSONALITY

[itcanwait]

[Tailgate settles in and shuffles on the seat. He looks a little nervous but he smiles, which looks awkward on his human form.]

Uhm, hello! [There's a small wave.] My name's Tailgate, I might look like a small human girl but I'm really a Cybertronian and I'm 6 million years old. I'm used to being in space so can handle what happens. I mean, not that I'm hoping something happens! But I could deal with it. Oh and chances are I won't die? I mean, I can just turn back and be fine?

That's allowed, right?

Uh when I'm my usual self, I'm really strong too so I guess I could use that to help out if we have to go out. Are we sure we can even get out there? I mean, I've seen your technology.

Day 2 - PHYSICALITY

[maskormods]

Living in space isn’t all just sitting in the confession booth to whine about who is hogging all the space ice cream. Oh no, there will be tasks to complete and things to endure. Like, for example, the launch from earth. Welcome to low/high gravity training. Participants will get to train (in a very, very condensed way) just like real astronauts! First there is the high-gravity machine and aerotrim for all your lunch losing needs. Followed by that is the far more calming zero-g simulator, in which groups of people can float around and try to accomplish simple tasks like: Taking The Best Selfie, dodging ‘bombs’ (floating ball-pit balls), and a dance competition. You need to be prepared for anything on Big Brother 3000!

After ‘training,’ all participants will be allowed to relax in a refreshment room, complete with hot tubs, masseuses, and a buffet (for those that still have an appetite). Those just there to watch the activities are more than welcome to hang out in this fanciest of green rooms as well and chat about ongoing events.

Odin | Physicality

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin can control the motherfriending wind, motherfrienders! More than once in his life he's used his ability to harness destructive elemental magic to just, like, totally shoot a blast of wind directly beneath him with the intention of soaring off into the sky and doing a few sweet flips through the air (only to, of course, not do that, but instead land on his ass a few metres away with a decisively painful crack thanks to the harsh mistress Gravity punishing him for his hubris.) Given that his magic lets him do things like hit people in the face with a particularly stiff breeze or whatever, Odin basically feels like he has complete dominion over the wind and the sky. Even though, you know. He doesn't. Today, once again, Icarus will fly too close to the sun.

As Odin bounces through zero G, he CANNOT STOP SCREAMING, even as the other imPorts around him just try to chill out and enjoy the comparative relaxation after the trips in the aerotrim and the high-gravity machine. Which, by the way? Was another set of activities he totally owned. He loved those so much. He span around so fast. He screamed until he threw up and then he laughed until he threw up again. It was so fun. It's a wonder his lungs still work. He's having the time of his life today, but now, especially, as he kicks off the wall and tumbles through the air, his lungs are at capacity and he's making himself sick just from the sheer volume of WOOOOOs and AHAHAH YEAAAAAHs and AHHHHHHHHHs he's volleying off into the chamber.

If you're in here with him, he's probably going to cannon ball so hard through the air that he headbutts you while he tumbles through it. Or maybe he's going to try to kick off the wall, only he isn't paying attention to his surroundings, so he kicks you in the face instead. He absolutely photobombs your selfie, at least. He's normally a pretty caring and considerate guy, but he's literally so happy right now that he's almost crying from sheer bliss, getting you (and himself) hurt in the process. So many scuffs and bruises. But all he cares about is having fun!! COME HAVE FUN WITH HIM!!

Alternatively, when all is said and done and he's drooped over a massage table or completely, inappropriately naked in a hot tub other than a very small towel around his waist, you can yell at him for his behavior. He's very obnoxious. You don't want someone this obnoxious to be stuck in space with you for a month, right? ]

Peter Maximoff | Physicality

[quickfingers]

A. Faster, please.

[Peter's particular power set has given him a lot of experience with high speeds, the effects of gravity (and how they don't necessarily apply to him strongly,) and so his trip through the high-gravity machine was as casual as all get out. Wearing a glossy pair of silver shades, he looks nonchalant for the most part, and hops out at the end as smoothly as he first hopped in.

He approaches the aerotrim the same way, going so far as to yawn halfway through. When his ride on it is over, he steps out without a wobble and turns to the nearest camera to lean in as if gossiping to the lens:] Boooring. Needs to go faster, that's what I say.

B. This is my jam.

[Peter may roll his eyes at the two preceding training exercises but when it comes to zero g, he's totally in for this experience. It's a bit surreal because for once he can't quite do much with his powers in terms of motion, floating around like a pancake and bumping into things clumsily with the stupidest grin on his face.

He gets the hang of how best to use his legs quickly, pushing off from surfaces with quickly refined finesse. He may not be able to get a lot of traction in low gravity, but he does have quick reactions that let him almost effortlessly avoid most 'projectiles' by thinking three stages ahead. That said he's still not a master at getting around and still makes a few mistakes, over or undercompensating and flailing his arms as he goes on a crash course with someone else while trying to space-vogue.]

Yikes. My bad, my bad - you okay?

C. Hang out time.

[This isn't so bad of a gig, regardless of how it turns out. Free refreshments are being plucked at by his hungry, hungry hands and he snacks his way around the room examining what's offered in terms of services as well as food.

His eyes drift over the masseuse tables and while he has no honest intention of indulging, he does turn to someone near by and nudge at them.] Y'think this part's still on tape? Need to know if I'll get bonus points for a strip-tease or not.

Day 3 - TEAM-WORK

[maskormods]

While there can only be one winner, this is still a group based TV show. Team-work is critical. But so is drama. What better way to get both than the old classic, the prisoner’s dilemma? There are three rounds in this one (meaning each character will be teamed up with up to three different imPorts, one after the other), with each round scored by the corporate judges between 1 and 10 points (for a potential total of 30 after 3 rounds) based on style, timing, and entertainment value. Oh, and by the way? Using powers or turning into a non-humanoid entity is cheating in this bit. Do it as a ‘normal’ person or be disqualified. In each round you are first placed in a room alone, with only a button and a photo of another imPort (the person who will be your round partner) with you. A voice over a loud speaker reads the following potential outcomes, then you have 30 seconds to make your choice to press or not to press:

• Only one player presses the button: The button presser must, alone, accomplish a simple task of something that may happen on the space station to get points. The player that didn’t press gets a perfect score for doing nothing and gets to watch and give live commentary about the other player.
• Both players press the button: Both players compete to be the first to complete a simple task. Sabotaging each other is both welcome and encouraged- but don’t forget to make sure the task is finished or no one gets points! Only the person that completes the task is awarded points. If players work together, the points earned will be split between them rather than awarded to the winner, for a potential max of 5 per player.
• Neither press the button: Both players must work together to face a potentially life-threatening, greater challenge. Both players receive up to 10 points each.

Remember, you have no way of knowing whether the other person will press their button or not! (ICly, at least, OOCly feel free to coordinate). Challenges are all performed in a virtual reality room and consist of (but are not limited to, if you want to come up with your own space-themed adventure) the following. The first part is the simple version, the second bold section is the greater challenge in case no one presses the button.

1) The antenna sending the broadcast to Earth is bent! The only way to fix it is to suit up, go out the airlock onto the station hull, and straightening it back out by hand. Also, the thing that bent it? Aliens. Hordes of small, highly aggressive balls of fluff and teeth skittering along the outside of the station that want nothing more than to rip your suit, and face, to shreds. While you do get laser-tag looking rifles for this job, did we mention that getting your suit punctured will mean you start suffocating in real life? Should have read that fine print on the waver.

2) Fire in the station! Someone left the popcorn in the microwave too long and now the kitchen is in trouble. Luckily the sectional door sealed, so all you have to do is be the one to put the flame out using only common kitchen instruments and your space blanket. But wait, you discover a terrible design flaw: the oxygen reserve is stored in the kitchen. Blame the contractors. No amount of putting the fire out will stop what is about to happen now that the tanks have been heated. You have less than five minutes to rewire the section door control panel to override the emergency sequence and open it, save as many body pillows representing your fellow crew mates as you can from around the station, and get to the escape pods before it all explodes. Anyone that doesn’t make it? Hope you didn’t like your hair too much. It’s getting burned off.

3) The heating is out! Space is beautiful and cold and, without the machinery keeping it warm, that cold bit is becoming harder and harder to ignore. To fix it you have to jerry-rig a solution for the quantum carburetor currently leaking space fuel into the station. To correctly calibrate the flux…you know what, basically there’s a hole in a fuel line, make it stop. But that fuel? Hella toxic. And filling the space station as you breathe. There’s a couple options, but neither of them great. The space suits which would let you have life-giving oxygen with ease are in the airlock, which is currently only slightly above instant-death temperatures. Whoever goes to get them is going to be out for the count with (for real) hypothermia after. There’s also just trying to get it done before the fuel makes you pass out, but you’ll be hallucinating the whole time until sweet darkness comes or you manage to fix the problem. Hopefully your companion doesn’t start looking monstrous or delicious while you work.

Odin | Teamwork

[shadowglitter]

[ Despite having made an ass of himself for literally this entire process, and despite always talking about how he's haunted by darkness or death or whatever, Odin's actually not that bad of a guy. He's a really good guy, in fact. To a fault. An insane, stupid fault.

He doesn't really take the prisoner's dilemma very seriously at first. The first import he has to vote against seems kind of shifty, so Odin laughs as he totally ignores the button. You can't trick him, villainous voice! There's not really going to be a task his opponent has to accomplish all on their own, and even if they do? They totally deserve it! This other import is clearly evil. Their face just screams "I punch babies for money". And their clothes? Ugh, gross. Wear mesh and lemon yellow, like he does, and maybe he'll take you seriously. Naturally, when he ends up with a perfect score and his opponent struggles with fixing an antenna or putting out a fire or whatever, he falls to pieces with guilt. There's snot and tears running down his face as he hammers his fist on the screen and apologizes over and over, probably while his opponent just calmly gets the job done and doesn't really give a dang. BUT HE FEELS AWFUL. SO AWFUL. THE MOST AWFUL A PERSON CAN FEEL, EVER. HE BETRAYED YOU AND HE DESERVES DEATH. STRIKE HIM DOWN WHERE HE STANDS, O LORD!!!

The second opponent, well. Odin's smart, s-sort of, but he's got a heart softer than even the most softest fuzziest fluffiest puppy dog heart. It would not be hard to emotionally manipulate him. You could do it accidentally, if you stroke his ego a little or appeal to his unhealthy yet unwavering desire to be a heroic man that people can depend on. And that's what happens here! He looks at his new opponent, and he just immediately presses the button, no matter who they might be, and they - or you, of course - don't press your button in turn. He's sent into the challenge on his own, but while he's doing it, he just kinda yells apologies at the sky. Did he do something wrong? Is that why you didn't vote for him? He's really sorry. He'll be your servant for a whole week if you just tell him what he did wrong. He tries really hard to make people like him and you don't like him and now he'll give up THE REST OF HIS LIFE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU. He probably breaks the antenna off the ship and sends it hurtling off into space, or catches the blanket and the rest of the kitchen on fire and just instantly makes the whole situation worse, or somehow starts another fire when patching up the fuel line. Life is hard, man.

The third opponent doesn't press the button for whatever reason, and Odin doesn't, either, because he's busy cleaning his ears out with the end of his cape and he doesn't realize the countdown had started until it's already over and he's sent into the extra hard challenge with you. Whoops. He's flushed and awkward and staring at you uselessly, mouth opening and closing like a dumb fish. He's dumb. Sorry. ]