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]

[JADE, WHY.

He stubbornly resists.]

Fuck that guy, he's sick, too.

[Would you really bug the poor, sick wolf, Jade.]

[thebarkside]

[ jade makes a face at that, briefly wondering both if isaac has anyone looking after him and if it's even any of her business, anyway. ]

Whatever. Please just lie down? It's not like you've got important sprite business to get to here.

[feathery]

[He makes an indistinct, indignant sound, but he really doesn't have the energy to hold a prolonged argument with her. So he flops over and curls up on his side, wing awkwardly sticking out behind him. He's a little sullen.]

This is stupid, Jade. Being sick is stupid. I'd rather have the outstanding sprite business. [Like that was ever a contest in the first place.]

[thebarkside]

Too bad. There is no sprite business for you here. There is only being sick and then getting better.

[ she sighs, awkwardly petting the top of his head like she might her fox's. ]

Would you take some medicine if I brought it to you?

[feathery]

[He's gonna rub snot on her hand like a dog rubs wet dog nose on people.

Ok, not really. Maybe later. Instead he's struck by the weirdness of the situation and makes a face, but that's it.]

Ugh. What kind of medicine. [Look, he's seen some of the weird fucking cures they have on this planet...]

[thebarkside]

[ he might experience actual bodily harm if he tries...

so gross... ]

Um. Medicine to make you feel better. Why?

[feathery]

[Normally he'd give her a suspicious look or something of the sorts, but effort.]

Have you seen some of the so-called medicine they got happening. I seen crocodiles with more legitimate wares.

[thebarkside]

Yeeeeees, but when I got sick, I just got a little powder you shake into your drink. It puts you to sleep and then you wake up feeling better.

[ she's just trying to tuck him into bed here. ]

Don't be such a baby.

[feathery]

[He just slides his hands under his sunglasses, covering his eyes.]

I can't help it, I've got to be at least a little melodramatic after getting assailed by a glorified furry handbag in the hallway. [It's a little muffled and then he ruins it by sneezing.]

Oh my christ. [There is now graffiti burned into his blanket.]

[thebarkside]

It's still your fault he's on the ship at all.

[ is that... she's going to squint at whatever the graffiti happens to say. ]

Bless you. I'll be back soon.

[feathery]

[Half-grumbled:]

I didn't think you were gonna set him on people.

[(The graffiti is actually a shitty sneezing SBAHJesque doodle.)]

Where are you going.

[thebarkside]

I'm not setting him on anyone. It's not my fault you've got extra-tantalizing feathers.

[ why the graffiti... why always the graffiti. ]

And I'm going to get your medicine.

[feathery]

Maybe they wouldn't be extra tantalizing if you didn't give him toys made out of feathers.

[He's more than just a chew toy, etc, etc.]

But ok. [It's a little grudging, but it's hard to take him seriously when he has his face half buried in his blanket and he's still wearing his sunglasses (of course). He looks fucking ridiculous.]