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[fromfryingpantofire]

[There's laughter in the background as Sam starts up the video. Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. There's a card on his desk, along with a box of...well, they're Jorgmund chocolates. So probably not great, but chocolate, at least.]

[The main reason for the look, though, is the t-shirt in Sam's hands. The t-shirt is big, but probably still a bit on the small side for him to wear. But the front of it has his Jorgmund employee ID picture printed on it with hearts surrounding it.]

[He looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes.]

Laugh it up, you two.

[He sighs, turning back to the camera.]

So. Did anybody else get any weird gifts from persons unknown? Or am I the 'lucky' one?

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[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan's raspy cackle comes in from just off-screen; he clearly thinks this is the funniest thing that's happened in months.]

I think we should put it to vote whether or not you get to burn the shirt. It's a work of art. Come on, Sam, let the people speak.

[fromfryingpantofire]

This is a cursed object, Dan. Cursed objects get salted and burned. It's the only way to be certain.

[hallelujahjunction]

I don't know, I reckon it's more of a blessing. It's certainly improving my life right now.

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam rolls his eyes again.]

I'm glad somebody's getting a laugh out of this.

[The thing is, from the look on his face, Sam...might actually mean that one. They've had little enough reasons to laugh recently.]

[hallelujahjunction]

Embrace it, Sam. You're giving the Rig a lot of joy right now. You know as well as I do that burning this shirt is a crime.

Just be glad you didn't get no edible underwear.

[fromfryingpantofire]

And there's a mental image I didn't need, thank you.

[hallelujahjunction]

You're welcome!

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam considers the shirt for a few more moments before throwing it toward Dan.]

Okay, fine. Just no wearing it outside of the room, all right? Not...that it won't be weird enough seeing you wear it in the room.

[hallelujahjunction]

Hah! [Dan catches it handily.] Much obliged, Sam. Never let a good shirt go to waste. Or a great shirt. The Sistine Chapel of custom-print shirts.

[fromfryingpantofire]

You're a terrible person, Dan.

[There's no heat to it at all. His brother would be right there with Dan in making fun of it, after all.]

video;

[whethertheyshould]

That's certainly something, there.

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[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam glares over his shoulder before turning back to Ian.]

Cursed. Object. I'm standing by that.

[whethertheyshould]

You're not, ah, not willing to take this to your advantage then, I'm surmising.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Not too sure how I could use this to my advantage, admittedly. Other than fodder for my roommates' amusement.

[whethertheyshould]

I'm sure you could find a way if you kept at it.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The only things I can think of require knowing who sent it.

[whethertheyshould]

Oh, I assumed it was signed. Apologies.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Yeah, no. If it was signed, it would be a lot easier. They're probably doing their best not to run afoul of the fraternization rules.

[whethertheyshould]

It's kind of, ah, a Catch-22 for the admirer, it would seem.

[fromfryingpantofire]

I would imagine so. Though I'd guess they somehow did the t-shirt in their own quarters, which...is a level of dedication I haven't seen in a while.

[whethertheyshould]

Is it screenprinted?

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam takes a moment, examining the shirt.]

Iron on transfer, I think. A lot easier to get hold of.

[whethertheyshould]

Still, someone had to have printed up the transfer.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Most of them can be done with a regular printer these days. No need for specialist printing. So all they'd need is access to a printer for five minutes alone.

Mostly it's just not something that's going to be easy to track down.

[wherenoonegoes]

It could be worse? At least they aren't sending you their terrible fanfics.

Yet, anyways.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Oh no. Some of them are already writing fanfic, at least according to the Rig anon meme.

Though, to be honest, it wouldn't be the first time.

[wherenoonegoes]

Greaaaat.

Here's hoping it doesn't reach the point of people throwing underwear, then.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Oh, there was a show back home where the fans sent sex toys to one of the stars. Underwear seems kinda tame by that standard.