Film at Eleven

[onemorebounty]

"...with highs in the mid-seventies and cloudy for the rest of the week. Back to you, Bill."

*The midday news droned on in the background as Samus scraped at a pot in the sink. Her last effort at a pot roast had shown progress, but she was far from satisfied with how it had come out. It was, cookbooks and cooking programs assured her, an easy

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[vicioussweetie]

The phone was answered on the third ring by a rather cheerful-sounding Ali. "Hello?"

[onemorebounty]

*Samus' tone, by contrast, is tense but controlled.*

It's me. We may have a problem. The local news is about to run a piece on aliens in the area. I've been careful, I don't know what they could have on me.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali sighed softly, and Samus can almost hear her shaking her head.

"Have you been arrested yet? Contacted by the authorities? Have their been news vans outside the house?"

[onemorebounty]

*This isn't the kind of reaction she expected.*

No, no, and no. But I haven't checked on my ship in a few days. I try not to visit too often, it could draw attention.