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[seasidelove]

Who: Wonderducks and their visitors!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The Wonderduck
When: RIGHT NOW

[Alright guys! What are you up to this month? Hopefully having fun. And ignoring whatever disaster is going on in the kitchen because they've gotta make due somehow.]

Comments

[seasidelove]

[Nagisa is one of the said disasters in the kitchen, because she's never worked with any of these ingredients before.

So it's as messy as it's probably gonna get.

But a promise is a promise!!]

This is so much harder than I thought it'd be...

[thezerothlaw]

[Ah! Daneel has been experimenting with the kitchen.]

Might I be able to assist?

[seasidelove]

Please!? I'm not sure how to use any of this!

[thezerothlaw]

What is it that you are attempting to make?

[He rolls up his sleeves in preparation.]

[seasidelove]

I... have no idea. I was going to try things until something good came out!

[thezerothlaw]

[That could be either miraculous or disastrous.]

I've been attempting some experiments along these lines, myself, though I'm hindered by not having a sense of taste. Perhaps you might describe something you wish to eat and we could attempt to recreate it?

[feathery]

Oh my god.

[He's just chillin' in the doorway, beholding the chaos unfolding before him.]

What...what are you trying to make.

[seasidelove]

Um.

Food?

[look davesprite you wanted her to try]

[feathery]

[He's concerned.]

Are you sure that's food.

[There's a glob of gel on another glob of gel on the counter. He prods their fused Zord form.]

Is this here for a reason. [He's not gonna judge if it is.]

[seasidelove]

...

It... looked nice?

[She stares at it, seriously, for a short time.]

I'm sorry, I tried.

[feathery]

[He puts up both hands.]

Whoa, no, you're good. This is just. Uh. Unexpected.

[He sniffs a little at the lump. Davesprite, why...]

Were you trying to make something in particular or was this a trial by reckless fire kind of day.

[frigidaire]

[ the odd smells and the noise coming from the kitchen makes him worried. his room is close enough, so he comes padding in on socked feet, peering around the corner. he tries to breathe through his mouth, just in case.

he blinks a few times when he sees her. ]

Well that looks like it's working out for you.

[seasidelove]

[She puffs her cheeks out a bit in frustration before putting what she's doing down.]

This is harder than I thought it'd be.

[frigidaire]

Do you want help?

[ he doesn't exactly know what she's trying to make or do, but maybe he could help clean some of this up. ]

This stuff can be pretty gross until you get used to it.

[seasidelove]

A little help might be nice.

I'm used to working with more than... whatever we have here.

[feathery]

[AND SO either once they're packed back aboard their little tin ship post-Starlight shenanigans (whenever those may end) or on the very rare occasions anyone can find him before then (he is the worst captain; good thing his rank doesn't actually matter), Davesprite hangs out on the bridge, at one of the various stations. Not necessarily his own, either; he's just seated in whichever chair was most conveniently located at the time.

He's fucking around with an instant camera of some sort, whether flipping through pictures or snapping a photo of whoever walks into the room. In the case of the latter, he'll pull the photo out of the camera's mouth and examine it.

Other than that, he's pretty quiet, even if he probably has his feet propped dangerously close to the controls of the nearest console.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac looks tired, his hair a mess of curls and his eyes half-lidded. he's just woken up from a nap, and is merely passing through when the camera flashes in his face. he doesn't immediately see Davesprite in his sleep-drunk state, but he knows immediately who it is. ]

How many pictures are you going to take of my face? That has to be a dozen, with that stupid camera.

[ it's not even a real complaint, just a grumbling. ] I'll throw you out of an airlock. Or glue your wings together or something. I don't know. Ugh.

[feathery]

[In response, Davesprite snaps another photo, intentionally aiming the flash right for Isaac's face.

He eyes the picture as the camera spits it out in real time, before holding it up for Isaac to see.]

Flattering. Both of them. Looks like you got into a fight with a pillow and lost.

[frigidaire]

[ god this guy is an asshole. ]

Can you remind me why we're friends? I think I forgot.

[ he plops down at one of the empty stations and immediately kicks his feet up where they definitely shouldn't be, most likely. buttons and switches to hit, right? ]

No, really, I have no clue who you are, why are you on this ship again? [ he lets his head fall back. whoops, he could fall asleep here, too. ]

[feathery]

[This is where cross-canon friendship gets you, Isaac.]

Don't even get started on that shit, dude.

[He says it absently, more preoccupied with the camera.]

You're the one who accepted the invite to the Wondercam. I don't even remember which ship you used to be on anymore, unless the Marsiva counts.

3/16; closed action to Daneel

[dancingmd]

[Well, today has been a Day, that's for sure. Max's tooth has been successfully extracted and Beverly has a black eye to show for her efforts. Allen did a good job patching her up, but it still hurts like hell and all she wants right now is to cuddle up with Daneel and go to sleep for about 500 years. So late in the evening, he'll find her knocking on the door to his quarters.]

[thezerothlaw]

[It's Beverly, of course. He knows it's Beverly, and even if he didn't, she's a frequent enough visitor that it wouldn't be a hard guess. Daneel answers the door with a ready and polite expression (if not exactly a real smile), but he freezes when he sees her.]

Beverly. What has happened?

[He grasps her by the arm, leaning close.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly tries to smile but it turns into more of a grimace. Ow. Smiling hurts. As does wincing. As does well... Most things involving her face right now.]

I'm all right. Hazards of the profession.

[Not answering the question there dear.]

[thezerothlaw]

Beverly, who has done this to you?

[Should he be worried, he means. Should he be concerned, should he start a twenty-four-hour watch on her to protect her in the future.]

How serious is this?

[dancingmd]

[Probably should not go for that 24-hour watch thing, unless he is wanting to cause a strain on their relationship. She shakes her head.

Max. He had a tooth that needed pulling and I offered to help. Unfortunately, once we got started, the whole procedure triggered something in him, reminded him of past traumas and he lashed out at me. So...it's serious in the sense that it is clear he has some severe PTSD he is dealing with, but he isn't targeting me.