[Written - Open / The devil whispering in my ear] Forward dated to like 1 AM

[oncedevil]

( CW for possible talk of torture or generally not good things. )

[OPEN] Can I get extra sprinkles with that

[bridgeburning]

Who: Actual IRL Alien Badri Barkley and you!
What: Hanging out. Trying new things. Plugging those cultist meetings that are happening in Vegas. NBD.
When: Backdated to Tuesday!
Where: Outside Espresso Yourself
Warnings: None!

( Let's see, witty song lyrics... 'Ice ice baby...?' )

[Video, just before the cultist thing]

[italktofish]

[So the video feed opens, and there's...Elvis. The biggest, most muscular Elvis anyone's ever seen. He's stretching the seams of the rented white sequined jumpsuit. He's got a black pompadour that's quite obviously a wig, giant Elvis sunglasses...and a bright blonde beard. No points for guessing who THIS is. He looks a bit dejected.]

Those cultists didn't fall for my disguise so I could SNEAK IN to their NEFARIOUS CONFERENCE! Can you BELIEVE that?

I had a FAKE ID and everything!

[And he flashes the Network a somewhat crappy fake drivers' license with a picture of him in this getup and the name 'Nick Papageorgio.']

...not that I had much TIME to get a DECENT fake together...I think I should get my MONEY back from that guy!