duck tales, oo-ooh!

[frigidaire]

Who: Crew & Visitors of the Wonderduck
Action: The Wonderduck
When: a mingle for the month of January!

[ come one, come all, crew members and visitors alike. come play terrible rec-room games or eat awful, overly processed food! or just mingle! ]

Comments

[feathery]

[Davesprite doesn't exactly need to sleep, but it takes him a few to investigate and he ends up poking his head around the doorway. He still looks a little ill around the shades, but who's paying attention.]

Whoa, hey. Been a while since we've had a noob. You didn't go knocking over your faux pudding dessert, did you.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[Well, Blake is paying attention, but she's not commenting yet.]

A... what? What dessert?

[feathery]

Yeah, you should have gotten some choco cream with the confetti, unless they skimped out.

[He walks in to better look around the bridge. He's holding a bag of chips in one hand, which might look more suspect when they glow orange. And it's coupled with the whole feathery asshole thing, but u know.]

[fedupwithyourbull]

[... there is so much i need to comment on here that i don't even know where to begin.]

I haven't seen a dessert, but I haven't been looking.

Why are those glowing?

[feathery]

[Fitting with Davesprite, tbh.]

'Cause I made them. Want one? [He offers the bag to her.]

[fedupwithyourbull]

[She just looks at it like it's probably radioactive.]

You... made glowing chips?

[feathery]

[They very well might be. He doesn't seem to be put off by the look she's giving them, though, and pops one in his mouth.]

Yup. Took me a while to get them right, but they taste pretty close to your regular non-magicked corn chips with cheese.

[fedupwithyourbull]

... I think I'll pass. Thanks anyway.

What's your name?

[feathery]

What's yours.

[It isn't even combative; he just has to make things difficult.]

[fedupwithyourbull]

[She doesn't even mind- Her eyes flick back to look at his wings. She can't fault someone like him for being suspicious of people.]

Blake Belladonna.

[feathery]

[That's. Alliterative.]

Sounds like a superhero name.

I'm Davesprite. [Or Dave Sprite, since it's debatable if that missing space is audible.] But "that feathery asshole" works, too.

[fedupwithyourbull]

I'm not really much of one for superheroes.

It's nice to meet you, Dave.

[feathery]

Likewise, I guess. I'd say we could shake hands and make the greeting official, but [he holds up his hands, Doritos bag in one and chip in the other] turns out I complicated things.

Which mind-altering occupation chip did they give you.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[She's just going to let that first bit slide, having no idea how to handle this.]

Engineering, from the sound of it. Or maybe there's a different reason I just suddenly know how to repair a spaceship.

[feathery]

Oh, cool. We keep losing our engineers. The last guy we had aboard was fucking impossible. Never seen someone drool so much. Or be like. That geriatric. Probably why Atroma shipped him off to lands unknown, now that I think about it.

[How reassuring???]

[fedupwithyourbull]

[davesprite you aren't helping]

... What?

[feathery]

They rotate us out sometimes and no one's ever confirmed where we go.

[At least, that's what he's assuming she's asking about.]

It's just a shitload of speculation. Mostly based on wherever we been before this, since a bunch of us have done the interdimensional shuffle before. [He shrugs a little, like whatcha gonna do.] The rathole I crawled out of just dumped us back where we came from.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[well, that's part of it, anyway.]

So... they kidnapped an old man, put him here, then decided he wasn't entertaining enough and sent him somewhere else?

[feathery]

Hypothetically. I mean to be honest I would have found him hilarious if I had the exclusive outsider perspective. Preteen me would have watched a show featuring him.

[But he's figured out at this point that his sense of humor is Weird—and that's on a good day.]

But who knows why Atroma does what they do. Maybe someone misclicked when they were moving his file and dragged him to the recycle bin instead.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[davesprite this is really alarming]

Does anyone know where he went?

[feathery]

[He is terrible. Sorry, Blake.]

No one besides him. And even that's questionable, if you ask me. ...Which you did. [Uh.] I'd try not to overthink it, though.

[fedupwithyourbull]

That sounds like something worth overthinking.

[feathery]

Sure, though that's probably a way down the road of driving yourself insane and spending your whole ride here in a never-ending state of anxiety.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[... well, at least Yang is here to snap her out of it if it does happen again.]

You won't solve anything if you don't try to think about it.

[feathery]

[Davesprite rolls his eyes, but it's more good-natured than anything derisive.]

I said overthink. Big difference.