I'm bored, you're bored, let's do some improv.

[Tati teh Pteri]

Coming to you live from the studios of S.P.I., you're watching 'Whose Post Is It Anyway?', the completely original, and hot new comedy show!

Now, presenting your host, Tati!

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Hello, hello, hello!

Now, before we begin, lemme explain the rules and basics of the game.

As you should expect, as this is an improv show, the contestants will be given a prompt each round, and will have to play off of it with their fellow partners as best they can.

Each contestant is given ten posts per-round. Once they've finish sending their posts, the round is over.

You cannot say no to anything that happens while in a round.

That's it!

Simple, right?

There's no judging or anything like that. This is all just for fun! and a few heaping handfuls of digital cash

There aren't any signups, any paperwork, nothing! Just come on up and start typing!

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The prompt is: You're a bunch of astronauts, stranded in the middle of space, and the ship has suddenly, and mysteriously, lost all power.

Good luck, everyone!

[Majoraa]

I love Who's Line, so of course ima throw my hat into this,

“Oh, what the-” *They tried messing with the control panel in hopes of (somehow) turning the ship back on, including pressing buttons repeatedly, and turning it off and on again, while trying to contact mission control.* “Huston- Huston? Are ya' sure you put enough gas into this scrap metal?? Hello??”

[CollectorOfMyst]

I hope I'm doing this right.

*Behind them, a young man with a cybernetic eye pops his head through a hatch in the ceiling.*

"That's not going to work, Jora. No power, no comms. We're in dead space here, and we're only going to drift."

*He pulls himself through, holding the edge and swinging himself around before dropping down lightly.*