driftfleet | duck tales, oo-ooh!

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duck tales, oo-ooh!

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! ]

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[All of that gets a very loud snort for obvious effect.]

They pull that shit again, people fighting over exercise equipment will be the least of damn their worries.

So we talked swords before. You any good with one?

[He considers.]

I'm alright with one. [He's good. Very good, as comes with the territory of getting ambushed multiple times a day for most of his life and also hailing from a canon where everyone is OP as fuck. Homestuck: secretly an anime.]

I'm kind of a shitty sparring partner, though.

Why's that? Not everyone a fan of you flying around their head like a possessed pair of scissors?

[She's walking to the side of the work out area to grab a towel.]

[That gets a wry, amused look from him and he ducks around the punching bag after her.]

Pretty much. If you thought running with scissors was a bad idea, it's a whole other sports game when you factor in a sword and a pair of wings. Means someone is bound to get shish kabobed and served for lunch.

I'm sure people were complaining about the lack of real meat. That'd get them to shut up pretty quick. So why not?

[Of course she's kidding. Octavia grabs the towel and wipes her face.]

Oh, sure. Cannibalism is bound to amp up the drama and Atroma's all about shit better left to prime time TV. I'd be neck deep in credits before I know it with ratings like that.

[His tone is pretty dry.]

How've you been doing on the sword front. Collect anymore sharp objects with a dubious edge.

Buy actual food that you didn't have conversations with before? Shipping might cost a chunk of it.

[She pauses before draping the sweat soaked thing around her shoulders and shrugging.]

I got the short sword about two and a half months ago, a scimitar plus the two knives for the holiday, and another, duller blade from a while elephant exchange. Guess I'm doing well enough. [A pause.] Also a spear from the planet.

More proof that cannibalism is cost-effective on every level. We've got the seeds of a solid business scheme.

[She gets a look of mild surprise and curiosity.]

I didn't know you could use spears. [Don't mind him, just mentally cataloging all the weapons he knows people use.]

If we do too well we'll either run out of product or a client base. That'd be awkward.

[Octavia chuckles a bit, maneuvering her way back to the main area of the cargo hold.]

I'm a work in progress. I used them a little back home, but not enough for it to be a skill I can brag about. Plus, there's not a decent place on the ship to practice throwing it.

The Iskaulit might give you more room.

[Once the planet is no longer an option, anyway. But he hasn't spent enough time aboard the bugship to really know.]

Your partner in dubious augment assignments might even volunteer for target practice. [Or more like Davesprite would find it hilarious and also really dumb on Isaac's part.]

Why, are werewolves impervious to pointy things being chucked at them?

[She sits on the edge of a crate, pulling her boots on.] Either way, if you wanna join, just let me know.

Says he heals from it.

[It's with a shrug, like that's all the more reason to do it.]

But sure. [There's a beat as he considers.] Probably gonna have to disappoint you on that front, though. I've got a bad track record with the safety aspect.

You mean actual healing or heeling like the dog command?

[It's an important distinction, okay? Okay.]

Meaning...?

[Oh my god. Davesprite snorts; he can't help it.]

Actual healing, like regeneration. I guess it works pretty fast. [He hasn't seen it, since he isn't exactly gonna ask a bro to shank himself for a demonstration.]

But, uh, I've kind of... I'm kind of a fuckup. [SHRUG.] I'm not really used to holding back. Add in the fact I'm rustier than a junkyard and that's a sure recipe for disaster.

I figured, but it was worth clarification.

[Her grin makes that statement dubious, though. She stands up and stretches again.]

I'll need more specifics if you want to make any sense.

[He makes a slight face.]

Nah, I'll settle for not making sense. Might come by to watch, I guess, if no one dies of hypothermia first. I'm not dumb enough to volunteer as a target.

Is that because of faith you have in me or lack in yourself?

[Not that she honestly cares.]

Former more than the latter.

[It's decisive enough, at least.]

That, and if I volunteer I can't give Isaac shit for it.

Reason enough for me. We'll try to set something up.

Awesome. Man, maybe I can get a camera by then. Really immortalize the situation, archaic-ways.

[Since it's not like he technically needs one with the communicators.]

You'd do something dumb like put it up all around the ship, wouldn't you?

[Not that she's discouraging him.]

Maybe.

[He wouldn't, actually, if he thought about it; anything involving blood is just kind of inherently unfunny to him. But he'd find another way to annoy everyone.]

At the very least, I'd get him one of those fox shaming signs I seen people decking out their pets with on the planet.

If he chews up my spear, it won't end well.

[Really, that's what she has to say on the matter.]

Oh man, do you think you could make him play fetch.

[#priorities]

I'm not gonna be the one to get that started. That's on you.

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