how do you do fellow kids

[thebarkside]

Who: It's a Wonderduck mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Wonderduck!
When: At any time during July/August's blue planet event.

[ come one, come all - this is just a general mingle for the passengers and visitors on the ss wonderball. i mean wonderwall. wonderbread? let's get our socializin' on. ]

Comments

[thezerothlaw]

[Daneel tries to keep to himself, out of the way and unobtrusive. It's what he does. Still, that doesn't mean he doesn't also try to stay aware of what's going on. Occasionally he does pop up somewhere, trying to be polite, with an offer of help.

Otherwise, you might find him in the corner of a room, thinking quietly and staring off into space.]

[thebarkside]

[ at some point in the month, not long after they make contact with the actual planet, jade can probably be found literally smearing mud on some of the walls. mostly just one section of a hallway, really, but she will be scooping it out and globbing it on with a decidedly pleasant expression on her face. ]

[demideific]

The fuck are you doing?

[ Yeah, someone's noticed and someone is confused. Of course, when Noah is confused he doesn't act confused. He acts angry. Because. ]

[thebarkside]

Decorating, obviously.

[ she casts a sidelong glance at him, amused despite the anger in the response. ]

It's complicated, but I've got the captain's permission. It'll end up being really cool, I promise.

[demideific]

[ He squints very intensely at the dirt, then shakes his head. ]

This is not art, you know that shit, right? This is dirt and mud all over damn the ship.

[thebarkside]

What? No! No way!

[ she pulls her hand back to give it a surprised and betrayed look, before it just dissolves into laughter. ]

No shit. [ the response would probably have a little more bite if it weren't said with such buoyant lightness. ] I've got a power, but I can only use it with dirt as a base. It'll be worth it soon, I promise, cross my heart. Or I'll powerwash it all off or something.

[demideific]

[ That laughter gets an unimpressed slump from Noah and a look that says he doesn't much care. Even if he does, and that's kind of obvious too. ]

Sounds like a useless power up in space. You that desperate? Shit, doesn't dirt and stuff have germs? Get people sick?

[ What an idiot. ]

[thebarkside]

[ she pauses for a moment, glancing at him with a mildly concerned expression that seems to say oh, honey, before she gets right back to it. ]

Pretty much everything ever has germs. But, no: the mere act of being near dirt will not actually make you sick. And the fact that it's a useless power in space is the reason why I'm fingerpainting with mud, jeeeez. I've got plenty of non-useless powers, too, but this is probably gonna be the most useful one when I've got a little dirt around.

[demideific]

[ Well, when you're metaphysically incapable of getting sick sometimes common things just don't make sense. Don't give him that look. ]

Didn't say being near it would make you sick. Who knows what kind of shit is in that dirt, though? Isn't there a fucking plague on that planet?

[thebarkside]

We've all spent three weeks lying on the beach, picnicing on the beach, playing on the beach, and napping on the beach. I haven't been able to get all the sand out of my clothes since we landed. If we were gonna get sick from it, it was gonna happen anyway.

[ she puffs her cheeks out slightly at him, before she drags her fingers against some of the drying mud and sand. some flowery moss sprouts, and jade winds a few blossoms around her fingertips, reaching out to offer them to him. ]

Just hold your breath when you pass, you'll be fine.

[demideific]

Uh, did you miss the part where you aren't human, either? [ He nods to the ears. Jade pls. He knits his brows at the blossom and takes it, uncaring of his own argument to check this out. ]

Pretty fancy. Making an oxygen farm or something?

[thebarkside]

Nope. I didn't miss that part, 'cause I am human, thank you very much. [ she puffs her cheeks out, considering one of the plants. ] Mostly. Like, 99%. And I just thought - you know, plants are really useful. Food, materials... um. Atmosphere.

[demideific]

Those ears are more than 1%.

[ He gives a wide shrug. ]

Yeah, guess it does beat all that shit they feed us in the kitchen.

[thebarkside]

My genetics are human. This was just - a side-effect of something else. [ she flaps one hand, as if ready to move on and claim "semantics." ]

And, see? A little mud on the walls is worth it.

[demideific]

What, like experimentation? Or just some stupid random chance thing?

[ He may or may not actually be rather interested in that answer, even if he's still playing indifference by examining the little plant she made earlier. ]

Whatever. If any of you idiots get sick, I'm out of here.

[thebarkside]

Oh, um. It wasn't experimentation? It was kind of just - it was a thing that had to happen, I guess. My world is pretty complicated, but - we were playing this game that wasn't really a game, and then I died and came back...

[ she trails off, shrugging awkwardly. ]

I can give you a real, actual explanation if you want.

[demideific]

Oh no, that first one was so fucking good I don't have any questions at all.

[ Jade, please. ]

[thebarkside]

Glad to hear it.

[ SHE OFFERS HIM A MUDDY HANDSHAKE and tries to look blithely oblivious to how gross it is. ]

[demideific]

[ Turns out, there's a lot of jack and shit to do out in space. Considering the state of a bug-plague down on the planet, Noah has been intensely, vehemently unwilling to go check it out from some reason or another. He's not about to explain it to anyone even if someone tells him it only ever affects the bugs. It isn't a discussion at all, really.

More often than not, Noah's been ghosting the halls and generally being a low-level nuisance or sometimes a genuinely curious young adult. It varies from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute sometimes. The biggest vibe he gives off is instability, not always the dangerous kind. But right now he's apparently got a project.

The engine room isn't really big enough for this, so he's moved himself outside just into the back of the cargo room. He has some vending machine remains and other pieces of metal and bitwork from the scavenged waystations around the planet. Right now he's got some laid out, pounded into different shapes and pressed together in what looks like some kind of humanoid shape. If only a third of progress could be called a shape at all. ]

[idealistic]

[ Lloyd's been kind of quiet ever since the Wonderduck lost one of their pilots. he's already aware that people vanish from the fleet without warning, but he didn't quite think it'd happen to his friends of all people. first Colette, then Sheena, and now Kaneis-- all in quick succession too. needless to say, he's very worried, especially because of Kaneis's situation. those Exsilium guys brought him back to life, but if he has nowhere to go...

his thoughts are promptly cut short when he walks into the cargo bay for something or other when he happens to trip on a piece of... whatever it was. he squawks, nearly falling over into the rest of the pile but thankfully regains his footing a good four feet away.

barely, anyway. ]

What the hell--?!

[demideific]

Watch your fucking feet. Did you break that?

[ Noah doesn't really care about how Lloyd is doing since he's clearly able to yelp about it, so he skitters over to the piece Lloyd dislodged and starts checking it over. ]

No, looks good... Be grateful your feet aren't as hard as your head, dumbass.

[idealistic]

[ that's cool it's not like he was expecting you to.

but wow geez that's one hell of a reaction?? give him a moment as he manages to process what he said exactly... ]

Wha-- Who're you calling a dumbass?! [ yeah he's fine, thanks for asking. note that he didn't even try to contest the hard head comment. he takes a quick glance around, taking in the humanoid shape. ] And what's with all this junk laying around, anyway?

[demideific]

[ He scoots back to the piece he was working on and huffs, setting what Lloyd stepped on aside but in sight this time. He's trying to bend and shape one of the plates he has using some leverage and his own hands. ]

You, you dumbass. What's it look like? I'm making a robot shell. See if it'll even hold up with these crap materials.