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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.]