1953/Super Match Game!

Super Match Game!
Date of Scene:	03 June 2020
Location:	Station Six studios
Synopsis:	Abby and Heather go head to head in a contest to try and sync minds with some crazy celebrities. Captain Thunder, April O'Neil, Nick Drago, Vorpal, Pantheon, Beast Boy, and things go as horribly as you might imagine
Cast of Characters:	Greer Grant, Heather Danielson, Billy Batson, April O'Neil, Michael Hannigan, Terry O'Neil, Freddy Freeman, Gar Logan, Abby Oster

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Greer Grant has posed:
    Lights go on and the gawdy gameshow set lights up bright and the loveable, tall, Orange and black furred Tigra steps out from beind the wall and she's holding a rather petite microphone like the old Bob Barker one, and yet the tigress walks casually and holds the microphone up to her painted lips.

    "Welcome to the Match Game, I'm your host Tigra, why me? Because obviously the studio can't afford to pay for Wonder Woman. So they got me." She says with a winning smile and a turn to another camera. "On our panel today we have, Captain Thunder, gawd that's awful! April O'Neil! Nick Drago! Then on the bottom row, "Vorpal! Pantheon! And lastly the a-dork-able Gar Logan, Beast boy. RAR!" Tigra then claps twice and the lights for the audience do the same and the small crowd does as their told.

    Turning towards the moving platform where the two contestants spin around to face the room as their lights come on above them. "And playing with us today is Heather Danielson, a lovely girl from ... here. And then we have Abby Oster. Two wonderful contestants." Tigra says and moves towards the odd sort of place holder that says 1 with the letter A and B on one side each of the number, and she puts a hand on the small shelf below and turns to Heather, "Evening Heather, you're looking well tonight. You know the rules, and so do I, so lets get going. Do you want question A, or do you want question B?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    When asked to talk about herself, Heather gives a patented smile that shows white teeth. She lifts a hand to brush a lock of blonde hair behind one ear. "Well, I'm from the Midwest, but now I live in Metropolis. I am honored to be one of the new recruits to the Titans, and I volunteer at a local community center to help with youth fitness programs." She inclines her head and adds, "I have had quite the fortunate life, and fully expect all of my good luck to turn bad here tonight."
    That said, she turns towards Greer and asks, "I'd like to start with Question A Tigra. Thanks!"

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Okay, question a. Metropolis huh... too bright and shiney there. I don't get how people handle it over there." Tigra says as she pulls out the card labled A and opens it. Looks at the card for a moment and then takes a moment to compose herself. "Okay, panel, and Heather." Tigra says with a glance over her shoulder to the contestants,

    "If Captain America has America's ass, then Mister Fantastic has America's... Blank." Tigra steps closer to the panel and repeats off the card again. "If Captain America has America's ass, then Mister Fantastic has America's... Blank."

    A moments pause to allow the Panelists to write their answers down before she steps back over to Heather and asks one last time, "If Captain America has America's ass, then Mister Fantastic has America's... Blank. What goes in the blank Heather."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Oh, wow. As tempting as it is to make an innuendo laced comment about adjustable lengths... I think my parents would disown my teenaged butt if I did that. Sooo..." she shrugs and adds, "I'm gonna be boring and say ... Brain." answers Heather. "Sorry, I know that it's not controversial enough. But it is at least... what I consider to be accurate." she says with a blush creeping up her lightly freckled cheeks.

Billy Batson has posed:
     Captain Thunder, The Big Red Cheese, a Super based out of New York. Plenty of news headlines regarding him, some called him Shazam, some called him Captain Marvel...there was a transitional period of figuring out what to go by.

  He sits up, holding the card. "Well, I wanted to say America's Gopher Grabber, but I went with America's Gray Temples, Greer." He says with a smile.

April O'Neil has posed:
April sits in the top middle of the panelists, wearing a bright yellow tshirt with a Super Mario logo on the chest. Her arms are folded together on the edge of the table and she's smiling at the banter. When the camera comes to her she grins at the answers supplied thus far and softly shakes her head. "Well, I'm no expert on Asses, the cameras only ever show faces. So as far as us Reporters go, the human anatomy ends at waist level." She grins for a moment and shakes her head before throwing out her answer. "Hair. I said Hair. He has that wonderful salt and pepper thing going on. It's just classically attractive male hair." She tries to hide her grin.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Leaning back in his seat, Nick Drago seems a bit relaxed and tilted a bit to the side, he seems to be making the most of the legroom under the seat (Yay! Top Right!). He seems to be wearing a basic black tee, no labeling or graphics. Elbow resting upon the counter, a long defensive scar on the right forearm is exposed to the camera as he rests his cheek against the curled fingers. Due to the recent role he was in, the rocker's hair is still reasonably short and there's some scruff to his face. As he's introduced, he lifts up his chin slightly, giving a wave to the camera that is lit up before resting his chin back down while giving a frown.

He sighs, "Wow. Well, there's something about the hair I guess. What can I say, Heather? Sometimes playing it safe doesn't pay off." He looks down to the paper before lifting it up to display 'Brains' "But I think time it did." He gives a bit of an impish smirk.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
The Cheshire cat grins and gives a little wave. He's dressed in a buttoned-up pinstripe black-and-white vest and white slacks, no shirt. "Pleasure to be here. So... I'm Vorpal of the Titans and I'm eighteen and single- I enjoy long walks on the beach with walruses and carpenters, dancing to lobster quadrilles and long conversations 'bout cabbages and kings, why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings. Also, literally the Cheshire cat!" He grins, and then looks around at his fellw panelists and his smile fades.

"Wait... this isn't the Dating Game? Oh..."

He stares at the camera head-on and turns his card around "Well, in any case, my answer is: Mister Fantastic has America's... Thirst."

The card has 'Ear' originally written on it, then scratched out furiously and 'THIRST' written above it. He sets the card down and leans back on his seat, arms crossed.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    Pantheon is practically bursting with barely contained energy, which can only be described as delightfully childlike, trapped in the body of a twenty-something-year-old. One, he's on television for something other than stopping a bank robbery, and two, he's between two Titans! Gar Logan and the Cheshire Cat. Before the show starts in full, he's been showering them with questions from the typical 'What's it like to be a Titan?' and 'When did you know you wanted to be a superhero?' but also fun ones aimed at Beast Boy about the animals he can turn into. "Can you change into whatever he is?" Some enthusiastic pointing at Vorpal.

    Tigra introduces them, and the champion smiles brightly, fiddling with his crimson and gold cape (how are you supposed to sit with this thing, over the back of the chair, tucked to the side...). His cheeks go red at the question, and he covers his face with his hand...he also has family (including a younger sister) watching at home, so when it's his turn to answer, he flips over his card and reveals, "Brain" underlined twice. "He's like the smartest man on Earth besides maaaaybe Tony Stark."

Gar Logan has posed:
Beast Boy had a good conversation pre-show but kept the question of what he could turn into, as far as Vorpal was concerned, to himself, only telling Freddy ahead of time, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

As the camera pans over to him one the show's begun, Gar Logan flashes a smile in a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses, which he lowers so he can give the camera a saucy look. He's dressed in a black sport coat and purple dress shirt, open buttons just below the neck, a complement to his all green...everything. It looks as if he's hardly tried to do anything with his hair, which may or may not be true.

When it comes time for the first question, he turns into a monkey and perches on the tabletop, scribbling something down with his marking pen as he gets a distinctly thoughtful and mischievous look on his face for an ape.

By the time it's his turn to reveal an answer, he's back to normal and the camera doesn't catch him peering in Vorpal's direction at part of his intro. "Tigra, before I go any further, let me just say it's an honor to be on this new show with you. You're looking purrfectly fine, like my pal Vorpal over there, and the future is so bright, I've gotta...you know the rest. I just hope it's successful enough that they invite us all back for more. With any luck, it'll last longer than some of the other things on my acting resume." Even if there's already a set number of episodes that are to be shown, it's good for a few chuckles.

And then, after the others have given their responses and everyone has seen how good or bad they were compared to Heather's, Gar takes off the sunglasses and squints down at what he's written. "So let me just say first that just because a few of us here are Titans - and we /are/ back and better than ever - we didn't get together ahead of time to work the system or anything like that. I didn't even know what the questions were! Now, Tigra, it's quite obvious if Captain America has America's ass, then Mister Fantastic has America's..."

He holds up a card reading, 'Longest...'

Innocent look for the camera.

Second card: '...arms.'

"Hey, I'm not trying to get us fined right away! Sorry, Heather. See? I told everyone there was no collusion!" He flings the cards toward the camera, Letterman style, rather than putting them in the slot provided.

Greer Grant has posed:
    For each wrong answer the sides of the desk surrounding the panelists first names or chosen name flashes red and yet the two that answer the same answer as Heather and she gets two little yellow indicators on the desk in front of her. Tigra shakes her head at Gar's final answer and then the camera cuts to her pointing at the green young man, "The suspense I swear..." She says and gives a stage wipe of her brow before turning back towards the contestants.

    Abby's desk lights up and Tigra gives a soft and kind smile to the young woman and she leans an elbow on the desk after plucking up the card and smiles, "Well, Abby, how about you give us a bit of info about yourself before I read off of card B, and get this game show back on the road." Tigra says with a playful and kindly wink.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Watching face after face, Heather maintains her smile the whole time. But, she's used to smiling even when she doesn't feel it. Model, duh. But she keeps her cool for the camera and gives a beaming grin to each of the panelists who matched her answer, "Well, two points, thank you guys!" she calls out.

Abby Oster has posed:
Sitting on that spinning platform next to Heather, Abby provides a stark visual contrast to the bombshell. A boyish build, a short mop of wavy brown hair and a cute-enough face, maybe with a slightly wide mouth for her proportions, narrow lips, dark eyes. She keeps her elbows on the podium in front of her, leaning forward in her ripped black tee with the faded graphic print of a snail diagonal across it. It might be the start of a 'goth' look, but it's lacking the hair dye, the piercings, or any makeup besides that which they assaulted her with backstage to make her 'camera-ready.' The mascara is already driving her nuts, and every time she blinks she feels like her left eyelids are going to stick together. During Heather's turn she might zone out a little bit, staring openly at the celebrites on the panel with a slow-spreading smile. These are the people she came to New York City to meet. Some that look human, some that don't, nobody being an a-hole about it. Soon she's happily laughing along with the panelist quips, relaxing a little and leaning back into her seat instead of gripping onto the podium for dear life.

And soon enough it's her turn to talk. She leans forward again, speaking maybe a little too intently into the microphone. "My name is Abby, I come from Maine. I just moved here four days ago and this is the most awesome thing I've done so far. I came to NYC to be a superhero, so, um. Y'know. If you know anyone who's... hiring or whatever," she trails off into a snerk of laughter with a big grin. She doesn't have a choice of questions, so she just nods to Tigra eagerly in anticipation of the question.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "We got some places we'll certainly get you a hook up afterwards Abby, that's what we do!" Tigra says with a grand wave of her hands towards the Panelists and herself. "Well, most of us." She snerks before leaning forward and opening the card to reveal the question to herself.

    "Ahem. Batman strikes fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals, but he fears blank the most..." Tigra says, stepping towards the panelists and looking down to take a peak at Vorpal as he writes down his answser but turns away before she can get consequences. "Batman strikes fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals, but he fears blank the most..." Tigra repeats before walking over to rest in front of the contestant desk once again.

Abby Oster has posed:
Oh, heck, that's a weird question. Abby draws a hand up to her hair, looking aside and down and sort of trying to sort through it in her mind. She's got a little bit of time while the panelists are deliberating, but soon enough Tigra's back at her and she sort of grins up at her in a bashful kind of way. "I dunno... smiling?"

Billy Batson has posed:
     Captain Thunder grabs at the new card, using the sharpie to write down his answer. Though he thinks about it a second, before his brow raises and he starts to laugh.

  "Okay, so. I'm taking a guess here. But I think Batman fears his..." Flipping around the card, the Captain, with a big grin on his face reveals. "His child support payments! How many kids does that guy have? What is he on, like Robin number five now? You know he's putting some of these kids through school!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April has to grin over to where her cousin is seated. She shakes her head lovingly in his direction. "Oh, Vorpal. I keep telling you, Captain America isn't a thirsty boy." She sighs dramatically then, having to tease her blood relative after all, even if he's in his incognito form here tonight! She knows, she knows the truth about the Cheshire!

Back at the questions though, she offers a wave to Abby after she introduces herself, then gently rocks back and forth in her chair to wait for her chance, snickering at the question. She looks to Captain thunder when he delivers his answer, which gets an honest bit of laughter out of the auburn haired reporter. When it's her turn she holds up her card and reads it off. "I decided on... Bathroom Breaks. Because, I mean, come on, i thas to take an hour to get out of that suit, right?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick gives a nod in ackwnowledgment to Heather's thanks, sitting up a bit more as he grabs the next card for part B. The smile fades as he glances to the side in thought, hesitating before writing down his answer.

Nick chuckles slightly at the first two answers before him.

As his turn comes up, He gives Abby an apologetic smile before holding up a card with a quick doodle of a bat doing a D: face at the sun. With the words 'The Light' scrawled on it. "I went with The Light because, he's not really known for working days and I figure what outfit works at night is probably going to stand out in the daytime. I can just picture it. 'Hey Bob? That crime thing? Let's not do it today. He's standing RIGHT there.'"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal raises an eyebrow at April, "So you say, Miss O'Neil, but I have my doubts! But I like your reply. I mean, I'm sure he must have some sort of bat-can opener for situations just like those..."

He then grins at Abby, "Hi there, Abby from Maine. Love Maine! Don't go to Cabot Cove, though, I hear it has the highest murders-per-capita than any city in the United States." Nobody tell him, please.

"So the question... that's a tough one... Abby, I think Batman is afraid of ending up like his arch-nemesis The Joker, so..." the Cheshire cat flips his card around as he reveals his answer, "I am going to say 'What Is GOING BATTY?' for five hundred dollars, Alex." The card does, indeed, read 'Going Batty.' He then adds to the camera, "If you're watching, Bats... please don't kill me."

The card even has little bats with loopy eyes doodled across the card. Once he has shown it, he makes a little airplane out of it and tosses it at Gar.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    "Hi, Abby!" Freddy greets with a little wave and channels his best 'Superman' voice. "Some advice. Don't wait for anyone else to tell you that you can be a hero. Just get out there and do good! Anyone can be a hero. Superpowers totally help, though."
    "So this is a difficult one because Batman is a bit of a mystery and also fearless, and I've never met him but I totally want to," His eyes roll at Capt's answer. "I mean, who else would put on a bat suit and fight some of the scariest criminals alive with zero powers whatsoever. And he never succumbs to killing them too, but I think that tells us that he puts a lot of value in restraint. So..."
    He flips over his card. "Himself. I went with himself. You know, his inner demons."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan snorts at the question, but he puts some thought into this and, perhaps predictably, turns into a little bat so he can jot down the answer to this one. He has to hold the marker in both 'hands,' the wings around him much like Batman's cloak. Then he eyes Vorpal again after he returns to normal, a roll of the eyes.

Coming to his turn, he taps his card against the tabletop and says, "That was a really good answer, Abby. I went batty trying to figure this one out, and I have a feeling you're going to be looking like him in a moment." He sends Vorpal a look at the answer that was given. Small world.

His card reveals: 'Batsuit wedgies.'

"Sorry, Abby. Look, it's kind of the thing anyone with underwear on the outside worries about. And what's with that, anyway?" He ducks the airplane and all but squeaks, covering up. "Not in the face!"

Greer Grant has posed:
    It takes the judges very little time to review the cards as they're all turned around and showed off while much of the crowd reactions are laughter and some oooh and ahhhhs, and yet, there are zero green lights for Abby and her side of the desk has zero lights. No matches this round.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster might not get any points, but there are famous people talking to her like she's a real person, and that's enough to keep a grin on her face as they joke around.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Leaning over, Heather stage-whispers to Abby, "Hey. For what it's worth, I think your answer was the best so far." she says, trying to give some encouragement to Abby.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra smiles for the camera with a sorrowful shake of her head and her long red locks. "That was awful you guys... I hoped at least one of you would know batman, or at least be a mind reader and help out poor Abby here." She says teasingly before walking over to the new podium next to the contestants and the same thing as the first round only with a '2' instead of a '1'. "Now Abby, you're trailing Heather by two points, you need two to tie, or three to take the lead and maybe win. So I'll let you decide which question you want to answer, A, or B?"

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster is a little taken by surprise, having thought that it would go back to Heather for the next one, reaching over, meanwhile, to give her fellow-contestant a fistbump of gratitude for the whisper. Someone wasn't paying attention to all the details backstage, huh? "Huh? Oh! Um, I'll stick with B, since it worked so well last time," she jokes a little.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Well it didn't work at all, but you said it. Here we go." Tigra says, reaching behind her and turning to grab the card labelled B and opens it up as she moves to the middle of the set.

    "The Flash is so fast-" Then the whole audience chimes in. "HOW FAST IS HE?"

    Tigra smirks and shakes her head, "The Flash is so fast, he once out ran Superman. So the story goes, don't fight me. He once out ran Superman, but the one thing he can't outrun is blank." Tigra says, and steps towards the panel and then back towards Abby. "The Flash is so fast he once out ran Superman, but the one thing he can't outrun is blank."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Oh, yah, question B lives up to the hype," Abby squeezes her eyes near to shut and tries to get the think meats to spit out something... anything... "Well, if I were back home, I'd have to say the Dark Man, but I think Stephen King is maybe not required reading this far south. So, uh..." she shakes her head, "I guess his own self? That would be a trick."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra looks to Abby and asks, "Himself?" For clarification before she nods and reasures herself before moving over to the panelists and smiling, putting her hand on the desk of Captain Thunder, "Himself. We need two himselves to tie and three to take the lead. Start us off Captain."

Billy Batson has posed:
     The Captain had been taking a drink of water while Greer had gone on with the question for Abby. When the audience chimes in, he does a spit take. Immediately turning red in embarrassment. "Sorry!"

  The question was given consideration. Writing it down before he gives another smirk to the camera, a slight wink. "Alright. He can't outrun..." The speed of Mercury cladding through his body, Captain Thunder runs to Greer, placing the card in her hand, answer towards the camera, and running back to his seat in the blink of an eye. "Is ME!" He boasts, standing up and flexing his guns a bit, stretching that red fabric to show off his biceps!

April O'Neil has posed:
April's just grinning at everyone's comments and jokes, looking from one to the other before back to the contestants. "You got this, Abby!" She roots for the underdog before rolling her eyes at the question. "Stop choosing B!" She adds with a small laugh. A look is then given to the good Captain to her right when he does a classic spit take! She leans back to get out of the way of the spray, then raises her hands up to place them against the sides of her face. At the flexing display, April fans herself and nods her head several quick times. "Clearly!" She says to the display of raw ego!

When the camera eventually comes to her, she just laughs and shakes her head. "Time. Time is my answer. I don't... I don't think the Flash can run faster than that, can he?" She glances around to the others for confirmation on that.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick sets both arms on the counter, leaning forward to just stare at Greer for a few moments, head tilting slighty before he leans back, pulling another slip of paper out. He stares at the ceiling for a moment which is probably a bit ill-advised due to the stage lights. (Ow) But he looks forward again, blinking as he writes what came to mind. He should have known better.

When his turn comes back up, the visual before was like it never happened as he's leaning back in his seat, smiling. "I was stumped for a moment." He admits, "But then I got to thinking, what would drive the Flash to continue with heroics?" He lifts up his sheet with the word 'His Conscience' written on it. "Everyone's got a driving force, right? And how do you outrun what's already part of you?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal drums his fingers on the table, and then he speaks.

"Well, Abby- I've known a few runners in my life, and I have to say that my answer is informed by one hundred per-cent observable fact here... I'd like to buy a consonant, please." Vorpal turns his card around "R is for RUNNER'S RASH!" he holds the card aloft, and then drops it down a Rabbit Hole that opens right next to him. He looks into the camera and adopts a mock serious tone, "Wally, my man, we understand your pain, and your sacrifice. I'm sorry I wasn't on your brain-wave, Abby, but the truth must be heard. Lubricate your thighs properly, people: nobody wants to see you turkey-trotting down the trail!"

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    "Another tough one, Tigra!" Pantheon announces, frowning pensively. He leans back and spins in his twisty chair in thought, sticking his tongue out at Shazam on his second trip. A metaphorical lightbulb goes off, and he scribbles an answer on his card.
    "Okay, so the Flash is a speed champ. He lives, breathes, and eats speed. Pizza too, probably," Freddy holds up his card. It has the word 'Death' circled twice with a skull drawn above it. "Sorry, Abs, but no one can outrun death." Floating above his chair to the top bench of panelist , he holds out a fist for Billy. "Nice, dude. Show 'em."

Gar Logan has posed:
"HOW FAST IS HE?" The crowd isn't all that chants that part, as Gar also pipes up at that moment.

Settling in to write, he does so this time as a roadrunner (real, not cartoon), holding the marker in his beak and poking at the card as if he's attacking a dish of bird seed. Fortunately the word he's 'writing' is not very long, and by the time it's his turn to answer he says, while not yet turning into his usual self yet, "I just kept thinking about how The Flash is so fast-"

Crowd: "HOW FAST IS HE?"

The Gar-runner goes on. "Thanks for not letting me down. Yeah, he may be fast, but I don't think /anyone/ is fast enough to outrun..."

He scoops up the card with the use of a foot, holding it in his beak and showing it off:

'Time' is readable, written out more as if he was creating something through Pointillism.

Dropping the card, he goes back to normal again and gives Abby an apologetic look. They know the score by this point, and his answer didn't really matter. "April had the same idea. Sorry, Abby, we coulda tied it up for you but I still think you're a hero in your own way for coming on here, giving it a try, and having some fun. A lot of people would be too afraid to do that."

He's facepalming over Vorpal's answer, somewhere along the way.

Greer Grant has posed:
    All red pop up on the panel and at Fred's red the game is essentially over, though they do give Gar the screen to time put his answer up. She was close but not quite what the judges were looking for. "Well played Abby, that was amusing and I hope you had a good time. Do stick around in the back, we'll get you set up on the path of a true hero soon enough." Tigra says before she steps back to the middle and reaches a hand out for Heather and invites the woman to join her in the middle while the platorm with the contestants swings back around to the resting position. "We're going to play head to head match Heather, I'm going to have you look over here at these six... hooligans and select one of them to be your partner for the final part of our game."

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster was pretty sure she wasn't making a comeback when she first heard the second question, so she's pretty chill with the succession of other (really, better) answers. Runners rash makes her snicker aloud, though the advice isn't... entirely applicable to her, anymore. She does a gnarly turkey trot, though. "Aw-- thanks. It was fun. And good to meet folx."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    As Abby answers, and the other panelists gives their answers, Heather cringes just a little bit. She wasn't here to win. She's here to have some fun and to try to help other folks look good. She shakes her head a bit and holds a hand out to Abby, "At least let me invite you to come visit Titans Tower in Metropolis. Bring a bathing suit." she offers with a smile, "Let me buy you lunch at the tower."
    That said, she stands up and accepts Greer's hand. Playing around and pretending she got cut on one of Tigra's claws. She grins then and shrugs, "Sorry, terrible joke." she states as she moves where indicated.
    Then she looks over the panelists and shrugs, "I've always had a good relationship with the Media. I choose April."

April O'Neil has posed:
April is smiling when her name is called out. She sits up straighter in her seat then and folds her hands together in front of her around her fruity beverage of vodka and lemonade. "I've been trying to get in to Titan's Tower for like a whole year. I'm starting to think they don't like me! Can you believe that?" She asks with a grin. "Okay, Heather. Lets do this!"

Greer Grant has posed:
    "This part of the game, I'll give you a word with a blank before it or after it. You have to do your best to guess the same word that beautiful young April, oh Awwww, I can get you into the avenger's mansion if you want to talk to some /real/ heroes." Tigra says with a devious smirk towards the lower row of panelists. "I kid I kid, you are kinda real." Tigra growls and then motions and pulls out a card and reads it for Heather and April to answer, "Play Blank. Play Blank." Tigra says and looks towards April and repeats once more, "Play Blank." She says and waits. Watching the panelists suddenly start shuffling about and trying to persuade April.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Tilting her head, Heather ponders for just a moment. "Well, that could be any of a number of options. Play... it again Sam?" she asks, cringing a bit, "Play it again Sam." She adds, since it was spoken twice to her.

April O'Neil has posed:
At the answer's reveal from Heather, April leans forward to place her elbows on the table and her face into the palm of her hands. She smiles softly before she leans toward the mic in front of her just a little. "Play Fair." She relays her own answer. "I went with Play Fair. Sorry, Heather! I still love you!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Smirking, Heather shrugs, "Well, you certainly played it fair. This isn't about winning. It's a lot of fun though." she admits.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra gives a soft "Awww." That's drowned out by the same from the audience and the tiger woman gives Heather a pat and then hugs her close, "I am so sorry, but you played well, as well as I've seen." She can't help but tease a little and then says, "Well you at least get the five thousand dollars and we tend to have the best parties in the back." Tigra admits and stands to motion the panelists over to give everone a hug while still holding her pencil microphone. "That's our show for this week. We certainly hope to see you next week!" Tigra says and signs off and the cameras go to black.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Lifting her brows, Heather smiles. "Tigra. Could I ask that the prize money go to the Metropolis Fourth Street Community Center please?" she asks. "It would mean a lot to me if that could be done."

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Hell yeah we can do that!" Tigra says and gives Heather another hug. "You're just the kindest heart I've ever met. We'll get that taken care of for you." Tigra says off screen.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With the show over, and indication that they can move from their seats given, Nick gets up, giving a wave to the camera before it cuts off and he glances over to the others. "Nice working with you guys." He states, looking to the other panelists.