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[demideific]

WHO Itzal Noah / you
BROADCAST Video all over fleet-wide
ACTION On the Wonderduck!
WHEN Shuffle-ish (July 19th)

[ There's a young man on the camera. The video looks impromptu but not accidental where he's found himself in the Wonderduck's bridge. He does not look happy, nor does he seem very confused. Just angry. Indulgently angry in the way only a teenager can be. ]

Hey, chuckleshits! Whoever is running this show should send me back right now before I get ready to pull the whole thing apart. Bygones and bygones and all that shit, as long as you reverse your damn polarity and get me back to Terminus!

Which, what the fuck? You pull me, but Argent gets a fucking pass? How do you guys even decide this? This is not karmic, no way, not if that motherfucker isn't here with me.

[ There's a pause, like he isn't sure what to say next. ]

You're space is all fucked up, too. Not enough stars. You taking us to the ends of the universe or something? Fuck.

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[feathery]

[Aaand at the end of that, a tall, blond, normal-if-not-for-the-wings-and-sunglasses kid walks through the door of whichever room this dude has taken up residence. He's too busy texting on his comms device for doors, alright, and only looks up when he realizes he wandered into the very broadcast he was just watching.]

...Hey. [Another beat of silence.] You done?

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[demideific]

[ Noah takes this all in and just crosses his arms with an expression of annoyance. ]

And what are you supposed to be?

[feathery]

[Davesprite takes this opportunity to introduce Noah to his middle finger. It looks more like a reflexive gesture than anything angry, though, and he looks around.]

Did you get the cake and confetti party? 'Cause I'll take the cake if you don't want it.

[Not really interested in explaining what the fuck he is right now.]

[demideific]

[ Noah returns the greeting with two of his own. Haha fuck you too, buddy. ]

I'll take the fucking cake. Pudding. Whatever that shit is. Okay, now who are you supposed to be?

[feathery]

[He shrugs.]

I guess I'm supposed to be one of the ship's communication officers. Still don't think I've really talked to the other guy, but whatever. Welcome to the SS Wonderwall. You should probably check out the planet before they shuttle us back into close quarters.

[demideific]

Like how I'm supposed to be an engineer? Fuck that. [ Although he does love to tinker... fuckers. ] Now say all that again but less vague.

[feathery]

Uh. Less vague how. What am I clarifying. The part about the ship or the planet or the other guy.

[Or something else? Davesprite reconsiders his words. It doesn't help; since he knows exactly what he's talking about, he has a hard time figuring out what's vague. Never mind the problems other people have understanding him...]

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[zessica]

[Zessica's just idly listening, only realizing he's (hopefully) finished with the final FUCK of anger. She flips on the video feed and looks pretty unfazed.]

Are you going for a loud arrival right off the bat to get ratings?

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[demideific]

Who gives a shit about ratings?

[ He's mostly done. Never completely done. ]

I'd rather get an answer than some consolation prize payday.

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[zessica]

[She shrugs, still not impressed or reactive. There are plenty of high strung guys at home she's used to.]

Dunno, some people probably do. As for answers, good luck. I think a lot of us are still waiting on those.

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[demideific]

[ Good thing he doesn't do it for reactions. He just doesn't totally know how to human yet. ]

Sycophants? Great. And how long have you guys all be waiting?

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[zessica]

Maybe they already figured out yelling and cursing about things won't help. As for the waiting, I'm not really sure. I only got here a couple days ago myself.

[She sighs audibly.] Either way, it stinks.

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[demideific]

Oh, shut up. Even if yelling doesn't work, playing along shouldn't, either! Who does that?

[ He just gives the camera a flat glare. ] Stinks isn't even the word here. I'm not doing this whole foreigner thing myself.

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[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer hears the yelling while she's planetside. Oh good, her newest shipmate is a loud one.]

Yelling isn't going to make them take you back- believe me, people have tried.

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[demideific]

[ Loud and crude. Which is totally better than just loud. No, it's not. ]

Okay, if you think I actually think that—shit, whatever. Fine. Doesn't mean I can't fucking yell, does it?

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[forsometimenow]

Guess that's true, but your shipmates might get tired of it at some point.

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[demideific]

Ugh, if they got a problem with me they can tell me to my face. I don't deal with proxies.

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[forsometimenow]

Then I should introduce myself- I'm Dr. Keller, medical officer of the Wonderduck.

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[demideific]

The Wonderwhat? Is that an actual fucking thing?

[survives]

[Wooow, someone's mad. Well, whatever. Angry teenagers she can deal with. The important thing here is clearly--]

What do you mean not enough stars?!

[demideific]

[ He rolls his eyes, gestures out toward... well, space. ]

I mean, the sky's practically fucking empty. Back where I'm from, there's stars and clusters and clouds and nebulae and rings. This is puny as all hell.

[survives]

Seriously?! [This is all pretty new to her, okay.] I... That's so awesome! I-it didn't look empty to me or anything, you know? I've still never seen anything like this.

And there's even more there?

[demideific]

Never even seen space before? What kind of backwater planet-slash-universe do you come from? That is seriously some chopped up shit.

Plenty. Tons. I haven't even gotten to see any more than was in my sky yet but being out here now is like imagining and ocean and getting the damn kiddie pool.

[survives]

Backwater?! I-I don't know! We just couldn't! In some places you couldn't even see the sky, that's all!

[She huffs. Focus on the stars... Focus on the stars.] But how? You can't just... take the stars out or anything! Or put in more!

[demideific]

That's fucking backwater. Anybody who covers their way out of a dump doesn't know what they're doing. [ He's saying it pretty matter of fact. This is just conversation to him, no matter how completely tactless it is. ]

We've got a couple of options for that. Either they jetted us completely clear across the known universe and we're in a different star system so far away, the light of our old galaxies can't even reach this place, or we're just in a different dimension entirely. S' more likely the latter since that's a shitton quicker than transporting a bunch of random shitheads from who knows where across space to one central location.