Lights blaze down, all centred towards a small stage back-dropped to royal blue curtains. Around the base of the stage small lights illuminate the four dark chairs seated facing the centre, while the large black desk shined under the main spotlight. The crowd applauses in obedience to the neon sign, just as a girl steps out from the side curtain and on to the stage. She waves a pale hand, brown hair swept to her left shoulder as her white dress dances at her knees, covered by a small black blazer.
"Hello everyone," she greets as the noise dies down. "I'm 9 Blue, yes I really do own this outfit and yes, I'm back!"
The crowd laughs with a light applause, before they are immediately hushed by their host.
"Before we start, I have quite an announcement to make. Originally, I was going to air this after New Year's, whether it was January first or a little later, but I decided to give myself a little break beforehand. Secondly, I wasn't going to post anything else after my saga, but how, how can I leave any of you when you all write reviews like those? No, I'm not going to hold back and lie to you, saying I didn't burst in to tears of joy at the overwhelming thank yous and congratulations I received, my happiness swelling inside at how many of you were touched by my story. From New Year's Eve, a week prior was Christmas, six months before New Year's was my birthday, and more than a year ago, I posted January, eager to start my resolution and determined to finish it. I like to remind myself, just like Dex and Jane, that January first is my anniversary of joining Fanfiction (third one this year) and I never look back. It's still two months until I start uni again, and seeing how good it feels to write right now (and how weird it feels knowing I have nothing to post), then surely I can give you guys something, despite it being more sporadic than once a day. I have done a story like this before where I introduce characters and interview them, and when you all leave reviews, you can ask them as well as myself, any questions at all, and even a few dares if you're feeling…daring. This is the chance you get to talk to me about the story, as I understand that fanfiction is a lot more personal than DeviantArt is. Don't get me wrong, I'll still post up my birthday card and when I get to it, poor drawings, I just thought this way is easier to speak than the chatroom. So, without further ado, I will bring out the members of Hamilton Habitat, though I have to mention, these people have not lived the saga I wrote about; they have only read it. So, please welcome, Dex Hamilton."
The crowd cheered as a tall, built young adult walked on to the set wearily, his smile covering any trace of stage fright he may have had. He charmingly shook the hand of the host, before waving to the crowd modestly and taking a seat to 9's right.
"Jenny 10."
The clone walked out from the other direction, smiling as she approached the host. She quickly took her seat opposite that of her leader.
"Tung Swampman," the crowd applauds loudly as the tracker saunters on to the stage, saluting to them with peace signs and blowing kisses. He takes the host's hand and shakes it gingerly, distracted by the crowd to notice the expression of disgust on 9's face as she shakes her hand, trying to get rid of the green slime. Tung takes an empty seat beside Dex.
"And Zap Monogan," the crowd seems of have been overcome with only women audience members. Wolf whistles and screams of happiness are heard, along with a few choice shout outs such as 'we love you Zap'. He has his hands shoved in to his pockets and his head down, giving the impression that he would rather be anywhere but here. He nods towards the host, before quickly moving to the only spare seat left on stage.
"Ok, guys, thank you so much for joining me. I'm glad you all like the-"
"Can I say something?" the clone shoots her hand up in to the air, but she is already speaking. "Can I say that your story was rife with inaccuracies."
The crowd 'oohs' at her judgement, but the host merely smiles.
"Do share."
"There is no way, no way that I would be caught pregnant at sixteen," applause erupts as the girl crosses her arms tightly, leaning back in her chair with narrowed eyes. By now, the host is leaning back on her shiny desk.
"I understand that, but for entertainment purposes, you had a baby," 9 responds, glancing between the pilot at the engineer. "Besides, surely it was fun to see what it would be like if you and Zap got married?"
She was met with ice-cold stares, the distant sound of crickets chirping to set the ambiance. 9's eyes grew wide, feeling the force of their glares.
"Wow," the host turns to the other side of the room. "Dex, I understand you enjoyed the story?"
"Yes I did," the leader says, sitting up in his seat and smiling. "I quite enjoyed reading an alternate lifestyle in which I was married to Jane, and the children you described seem amazing. I have to admit, I don't think I would get that angry at Zap and Jenny if they were in the pregnant scenario, but in the situation you presented, I suppose it was necessary. Plus, it was interesting to see that side of me."
The leader looks to the host, only now realising that she wasn't looking back at him. Instead, 9 has her eyes fixed on Zap in a scolding manner.
"See? Why can't you be more like him?" she says in a stage whisper, only the microphone fixed to her lapel echoed for all to hear. Zap throws his hands up dramatically, sighing as he faced away and let his hands fall to the rests of the chair. 9 swallowed hard as she noticed his fingers digging dangerously deep in to the foam of the rests.
"Whoops, plucked a nerve," whispered the nervous host, but the booming voice from someone else's microphone drowns out her own.
"I liked it," Tung flails his own arms around in a bid for attention, smiling nervously at the cameras facing him. "I mean, if you don't count the parts where you made me all shy and nervous around Bream, I was glad you made the entire story about me."
9 glances back to Zap and Jenny, a smirk gracing her lips. "I did?"
"Yeah dude, all the plots were tied together because of my videoing the whole thing. You couldn't have done the story without me."
"I'm sure I could've," she mutters, but it is heard through the speakers. The crowd laughs, only to the instruction of the neon sign, and a content host claps her hands together.
"So, with that, we'll begin the show. Here you are able to converse with your favourite actors, we will be joined by special guests such as Winston Junior and the Bug Busters, and there will be never-before-seen footage including missing clips from Jenny's pregnancy-" a small growl was released from the engineer's side. "-and Habibot's opinion on Tung and Bream's wedding, but for now, it's up to you. Ask away any of your questions to all the members, including myself, and if you want to see something interesting, send in a few dares. We'll be right back after this break."
The theme music plays as the camera zooms out, capturing the applauding audience and the lights dimming.
Yes, it's the aftermath. Now you all know what to do, send in questions, dares and requests for unseen footage. My god, I've missed this. R&R!