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[feathery]

Who: Davesprite and whoever!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: The Wonderballduck or stations, if u want.
When: Nowish.

real talk
is there a fucking secret to getting an update around here
i dont mean atromas nonupdate bs that might as well be equatable to a feral child smearing his own diarrhea hullside in a crude reenactment of an already crude neolithic cave painting
but like picking up radio signals or tv stations from our own realities
maybe tuning into whatever godawful shenanigans your posse has gotten up to in your absence
or nonabsence
lets not panic unnecessarily here you all probably know the drill by now there is no fire
so yeah i guess this is a poll
what misfortune has to befall someone before they get firsthand experience with what happens in their timeline
i need specs on these close encounters of the fourth dimensional kind
is it inevitably "whoops i went to sleep or hit my head and now its 20 minutes into the future" or do we have options
asking specifically for people who cant just concuss themselves and receive download options for chill time with obama
or
you know
whatevers going on where youre from

[And, tacked on as an afterthought:]

p.s. if you find feathers clogging anything shipboard it wasnt me

[Aboard the Wonderduck, the resident crowkid can be found at a computer terminal, fucking around with something between bouts of annoyed wing-scratching. He is molting, albeit a little later than usual. It sucks and there are probably black feathers lodged in odd places. As for the stations, well. He's still molting, just at a picnic table. He's perched right in its center, legs crossed beneath him, and sure is making an unnecessary amount of noise with a chip bag. In fact, he's surrounded by a downright implausible number of chip bags, some popped and some not, and some with an unusual orange-glowing property to them.

He may or may not ask if anyone wants to take some of these glowing chips. It's for science.]

Comments

[forsometimenow]

You made them? [Jennifer tilted her head at that, still obviously confused.] How? I'm going to take a wild guess and assume it wasn't from reconstituted potato flakes...

[feathery]

Nah, it kind of comes with the territory of what I am.

[He picks up a bag and tears it open, pulling out an orange chip. He wrinkles his nose a little; it doesn't exactly smell right.]

All of us have got the ability to conjure up resources from nothing, kind of. I never did much with food, though, like I forgot I could honestly. It's outside my realm of expertise, but we don't got a good ol' grannysprite to pack lunch for us here.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer listened, fascinated.]

That's a pretty handy ability. Are there limits to it? Like... you can only conjure so much at once, or in a day, or... what? Aside from the part where you're making glowing orange potato chips, of course. [Because she could think of ways to take advantage of that, definitely. But she'd also never ask that of her crewmate.]

[feathery]

Kinda dumb, but I'm not really sure. I think it might be limited by what we're prototyped—uh, made—from. Like I'm half crow and half Dave, so it's easy to make stuff related to crows and Dave. Like eggs maybe, or mad snacks, since Dave—I mean me [he makes a slight face at the fact he has to correct himself on that]—yeah, I pretty much grew up eating junk food.

[He inspects the contents of the bag before offering it to her. At least they look normal, besides the glowing orange.]

But it's harder if I don't got a clue in the first place. Like cakes. Definitely won't be whipping out no cakes anytime soon. That's well beyond my expertise.

[forsometimenow]

That makes sense. [She's not going to touch the being made of Dave part- there are things about some universes she'll probably never understand.] If you're familiar with something, it's easier to conceptualize it. Kinda like... I can fix up humans easily, but the Nunnilis were completely different from anything I'd seen before, so their fellows had to teach me how to help cure the disease infecting them.

[She took the offered chip bag, figuring he wouldn't give it to her if it wasn't safe, and took a bite.]

Hmm- not bad! These aren't going to make me glow in the dark or anything, are they?