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]

[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.

[grounds]

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.]

[feathery]

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.

[grounds]

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.

[feathery]

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.]

[grounds]

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.

[feathery]

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.]

[grounds]

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.

[feathery]

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.

[grounds]

You mean actual healing or heeling like the dog command?

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

Meaning...?

[feathery]

[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.

[grounds]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[grounds]

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

[Not that she honestly cares.]

[feathery]

Former more than the latter.

[It's decisive enough, at least.]

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

[grounds]

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

[feathery]

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.]

[grounds]

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

[Not that she's discouraging him.]

[feathery]

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.

[grounds]

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

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

[feathery]

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

[#priorities]

[grounds]

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

[feathery]

Sure, I'll tell him he's gonna play lacrosse. It can't be that much different from fetch.

[Davesprite doesn't know anything about lacrosse.]