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! ]

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[slushfund]

[ah, another visitor. hiruma stands to greet him, cans of—something gelatinous in his hands.]

Better food? Are you fucking kidding me? At least there'll be no competition, as the remaining ships will all have gotten scurvy.

[HE IS NOT THRILLED.]

You don't have to kill for a damn pizza, in this life. Why hasn't any of the ship's money gone to anything substantial?

[frigidaire]

[ sorry, he might gag if Hiruma gets too close with the cans of weird gelatinous stuff, so Isaac takes a subtle sidestep. priorities. ]

No, I wish I was. I mean, we have some meat from hunting on the last planet but it's not mine. I don't think she'd care if we had some, but. Don't get used to it. There's a meat substitute. Don't try it. Seriously.

[ he shrugs, moving to make himself something to drink. maybe "orange drink" today. whatever that means. ] Trust me, you'd rather be here than some of the ships. I was on one before this that I had to duck to get around everywhere. They have a great sense of humor around here.

[slushfund]

I ain't gonna try some bullshit substitute for the vitamins we're supposed to be downing, you're in good fucking company.

[dropping the tin of goop unceremoniously onto the floor with the rest of the non-perishable coronaries-in-a-can, hiruma's eyes trail after isaac, vaguely interested in the happenings of their ship—and the others in the fleet. he's been ready to size up which one he'll profit most in, but so far he's having a difficult time settling into one.

go figure.]

A great sense of humour is important, but how do we do in the rankings?

[frigidaire]

Well you're going to have to or you're not going to be getting vitamins at all. When we're not on a planet the choices are pretty limited. Sorry.

[ though there isn't anything overly apologetic in his tone as he fills his cup, sipping at it with a sort of quiet distaste. it's not bad, it's an orange flavored drink. he's had worse. he's too aware of the way the guy across from him drops some gloopy stuff onto the floor and it makes Isaac's stomach flip. god he hates the food here. ]

Depends. Doing pretty okay on rankings I guess, a friend of mine and I recently TP'd the Marsiva. Toilet paper everywhere. No, really, then there was money in my account. [ he gives a shrug and goes back for a refill on his drink. ] You gonna clean that up?