[accidental Video] CALL: UN:Smoaked [Backdated to before the broadcast]

[kittened]

[Felicity was brilliant when it came to hacking into places that she had no business being. She had no problem with that. The thing with Felicity was that she always seemed to embarrass herself without really meaning to. It wasn't like she woke up in the morning thinking today is the day that I'm going to humiliate myself,but alas. The device kicks on and Felicity can be seen in her room. song can be heard playing, and Felicity was moving around the room tidying things up.]

I'm bringing bootie back.... [small spin, eyes closed. Felicity loved music]

tell the skinny bitches that.... I'm all about that bass, no treble.

[She turned shaking her bootie at the camera]

Comments

[CALL / video / un:g hostprince; these keywords have never been more relevant]

[shootaro]

[He really hadn't intended to respond with video in turn, but apparently, this was just an awkward broadcast situation for all those involved. So have this very uncomfortable eleven year old making progressively horrified expressions.]

... oh my God.

You look like somebody's mom, please stop.

[Well. She looked like the result of blending Professor Juniper and Fennel, but Juniper's close enough to a mom. It still counts.

(This is ironic, coming from Trip, but nevertheless.)]