frigidaire: (didney princess)
isaac lahey ([personal profile] frigidaire) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-01-03 08:13 pm

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! ]
thezerothlaw: (i'm on the phone)

[personal profile] thezerothlaw 2016-01-29 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
On Aurora, the world of my creators, robots are ubiquitous. Most households own anywhere from five to a dozen robots. Most do not resemble myself, of course. Other worlds choose not to have robots at all.
feathery: art@biigurutwin (kids; dude i am not a tissue)

[personal profile] feathery 2016-01-30 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a look of mild curiosity from Davesprite.]

Oh, so the space travel deal is standard for you. [A beat, before he adds:] Assuming those are planets and not dimensions, anyway.
thezerothlaw: (chinscratch)

[personal profile] thezerothlaw 2016-01-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
They are planets, yes. I had been to a number of planets, before my time in the Fleet. Still, it is... rather different. This sort of travel is... rather aimless and slow, for one.
feathery: art@yshaarj (are you for real)

[personal profile] feathery 2016-01-31 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Christ, yeah. Isn't the future supposed to be filled with faster-than-light travel and hyperdrives and shit.
thezerothlaw: (chinscratch)

[personal profile] thezerothlaw 2016-02-01 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Hyperspace jumps are the usual mode of travel where I am from. A long trip may take several jumps, with perhaps a few days in between, but the jump itself is instantaneous. It is... not like the Fleet at all.
feathery: art@silisboo (i got your back dude)

[personal profile] feathery 2016-02-01 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh.

[He rubs at his face with his hands.]

No kidding. I mean with the Fleet, does anyone actually know where we're going. Have we even got a destination in mind or is it all spur of the moment, fickle whims from the Marsiva.