what's in a wonderball????

[thebarkside]

Who: Wonderducks and pals!
Broadcast: N/A!
Action: On the Wonderduck! IT'S A MINGLE
When: From now until whenever the next mingle is. :')

[ ARE YOU A WONDERDUCK? are you a friend of a wonderduck who might actually be on the wonderduck ship at any point?? then this mingle is for you! top-level and tag around, idgaf as long as it's on the bird ship. ]

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[feathery]

[Davesprite is chilling in the captain's chair, wings awkwardly hooked over the sides and feet propped on the controls. He looks up from his communicator at Remy's arrival, head cocking to the side.]

Oh, hey, another noob. What's up, dude. You get your chocolate dessert.

[He's a lot less orange than his icons imply. In fact, he isn't orange at all and looks like a perfectly normal kid—sunglasses indoors and crow feathers aside.]

[cajunspice]

[There was barely a second glance from Remy regarding Davesprite's appearance, just enough to take it in but no real reaction, partly because he was known to wear sunglasses inside and also because, well, mutant.]

Thanks leet, that sweet of ya since I didn't bring ya 'nything. [An all too automatic reaction before Remy took a few steps closer to have a proper introduction, one with less sarcasm.] Name's Remy.

[feathery]

[His manners are pretty subpar, but at least he takes his feet off the console.]

Davesprite. Welcome aboard the Wonderbird. [Said with a light shrug; he never uses the right name anymore.] Inasmuch as you can feel welcome aboard a tin can in space, post-kidnapping and brain surgery, but hey, who's keeping track of that.

[He will happily compensate for Remy using less sarcasm.]

[cajunspice]

[Ha, brain surgery. Funny, since Remy had just had that back in Luceti not that long ago as well... ok, it wasn't really that funny. At all.

Also, Wonderbird? Not the quite the name he had been given for the ship.] Well, donno if it be an upgrade, but did just come from bein' in a town under a giant dome, post-kidnappin', 'nd bein' experimented on in a whole bunch of strange, 'nterestin', 'nd nightmare 'nducin' ways. [A shrug of his shoulder at that.]

Aliens, ya know, just can't seem to stop themselves from stealin' others, hein?

[feathery]

Aliens, gods, video games. [He ticks them off on his fingers.] Shit, who knew there were so many ways to say "asshole".

Dome's one I haven't heard yet, though. There's been a couple castles and towers, a space station...I've done the video game and city shit myself. [He looks thoughtful for a second, before he shrugs.]

They like us secondhand here. Maybe it ramps up the drama.

[cajunspice]

[Heh, Remy liked this guy already.]

That's... not overly comfortin' to hear that there be so many similar situations out there, 'nd clearly a lot of bored aliens or possible higher powers, or some merde like that.

[feathery]

Bored or convinced it's the only fuckin' option to keep their universe from going under. For some reason.

[Seriously, kidnapping people from alt dimensions seems like a pretty shoddy last ditch effort. Even if it did work.]

But this one's boredom for sure. Unless there's shifty shit happening behind the scenes that we don't know about. That seems likely.

[cajunspice]

Good, 'cause I skipped out on the whole savin' the world thing, let 'lone savin' a universe. [Ah the good old days, full of ancient mutants who thought they were gods and tried to turn the world's population into mutants, or egotistical terrorist mutants trying to kill of humans before they killed off mutants. Fun times.]

Guess that be where the whole stuck in a reality TV show comes in to play, they got nothin' better to watch than grabbin' a bunch of people 'nd shovin' them into a rather tiny space. [There was a glance around the cabin as Remy said this, not looking that keen on being stuck in such a tin can for long periods of time.]

[feathery]

[He feels that, bro. Birds weren't meant for the tin can life.]

Pretty much. They let us out on planets and waystations sometimes, but it's still a shit deal. No one's spotted any cameras, but they probably don't need 'em if they're wired right into our brains.

[cajunspice]

[Yeah, about those said cameras.] So... no clue 'nto how much they watchin' us then, hein? Don't suppose the bathrooms or bedrooms be safe from pryin' eyes either then? [While Remy wasn't shy there was still a need for some privacy in one's life, and if these cameras, if there even were cameras, were everywhere well...

Well, not like they could do much about it anyway, would just have to live with it.]

[feathery]

Nope. It is a total goddamn mystery.

[It's a little wry and a little darkly amused.]

I guess they have kids who tune into the show, if you pretend the letters they read are legit. But there's no way to tell what kinds of premium content they keep behind a paywall.

[Seriously. If this is a kid show, they made a mistake bringing anyone with a mouth like Davesprite's aboard.]

[cajunspice]

Hope there be some parental lock on their... tvs or whatever they use then. [Ok, so that was something to either get use to, the idea of always being watched... or just ignore so Remy didn't go crazy over the whole thing and paranoid. After all, would it really change how he acted for the most anyway? He doubted it.]

Merde this be so messed up.

[feathery]

Understatement, dude.

[A beat, before he adds:]

Wait until you see the food.

[cajunspice]

've had a number of warnin's but nothin' overly detailed 'bout how bad it be. [If it was anything like being on the Marsiva...] Might have to look at a more liquid diet at one of those bars people be talkin' 'bout.

[feathery]

Yeah, might be a good alternative. Because everything is jelly. Everything. The slop they tell you is chicken? Jelly. Your green beans? Jelly. Your orange soda? No one's actually sure what that's made out of, but I bet it's liquidized jelly.

[And they don't have apple juice. Instant mark against them.]

I can make Doritos, but that's pretty much the limits of my versatility here.

[cajunspice]

...Ya be a crappy welcomin' party. [Ugh, jellied food, nothing wrong with the texture now and then, but constantly? Yeah, not fun.] Or the breaker of bad news, not sure what role I prefer ya in.

[feathery]

How about both.

[If he were the sort, he'd sound unbearably chipper here. But, being himself, he settles for amused.]

I am a knowledge dispenser of all things shitty and mostly useless.

[cajunspice]

'nd here I was hopin' for 'nspirational motivational talks.

Not that I got 'lot of gear to store 'way, but guessin' there be a place to call m' own 'round here, or we just crash wherever we can find a spot?

[feathery]

Oh, yeah, you can just grab one of the rooms we got open. There are two right now, since our erstwhile captain hightailed it wherever Atroma dumps you when they don't want you on the show no more.

[cajunspice]

Sounds like a plan, will settle m'self in then 'nd take in the surroundin's. [Remy offered a mocked salute, more of a wave of his hand from his forehead than the proper thing.] Thanks for... whatever this all was.

[feathery]

Complete bullshit.

[What a helpful suggestion.]

But yeah, no prob, dude. Just don't break anything and we're good.

[cajunspice]

Well now ya just takin' all the fun out of it. [A smirk in place as he turned to head out in search for said rooms.] Would say see ya 'round sometime, but have a feelin' that be a damn poor joke considerin' the circumstances of our livin' requirements.