first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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isaac lahey

[frigidaire]

a) war games

[ Being on a moon is enough to make any werewolf a little antsy. And although it's likely better to remain on the Wonderduck, he ventures out instead, a bundle of anxious energy and nerves, he takes to the Games. He starts with some of the more physical ones, and doesn't turn down a match. He's strong, at the very least, and the gathered crowds find it very amusing that a scrawny, teenage boy is capable of tackling men ten times his size to the ground.

Maybe he's just finished one, maybe he's about to instigate one when he's found -- either way, feel free to interrupt him before he does something stupid. ]

b) exploring

[ He's restless on the moon, and although the city and the shops are interesting, Isaac feels like going for a run. The pollution is so bad here, however, that he's not sure he'll be able to safely see between trees and underbrush. He's on the outskirts of the city, peering into the woods, as though staring at it might make things clear up. Come bother him! Adventuring into mysterious woods on an alien moon sounds like a great idea, right? ]

c) shopping

What the heck is this supposed to be, anyway? [ Isaac plucks up a mask from one of the street vendors, his voice modified by the respirator he's wearing. The thing is hot and awkward, and the thought of wearing some large, ornate mask in the shape of an animal or person? No thank you. ]

They actually wear these? [ The shop owner gives a huff. Tact, thy name is Isaac Lahey. ]

c;

[feathery]

Can we just leave.

[Davesprite is a cranky bird, between the constant need for respirators, general atmosphere, and the fact he definitely wasted ten minutes trying to shake a vendor who wanted to sell him a plague doctor mask. Fuck that noise.]

I mean seriously, dude, do you really need a replacement for the piece of shit they gave you at the dock.

[frigidaire]

And do what?

[ Isaac is not in favor of returning to the ship. It feels too close, too small there right now and despite the crowds and the masks, he needs the space, the open air. He plucks up a mask from the rack -- it's brightly painted with faux feathers and is strangely bird-shaped. ]

No, but you do. It's you, see. Perfect.

[feathery]

[There is no real way to register how annoyed Davesprite is by that, because he's wearing sunglasses and a fucking mask. There's some of it in his body language, but he's already spent the better part of his time outside lowkey irritated.]

If it weren't for the fact that it's illegal and your fat ass would crush the nearest stand, I'd shove you face first into the table so you can get hot and heavy with your alter ego.

[Isaac's "alter ego" is some kind of warped canine face. The happy mask salesman attending this booth looks concerned.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac does not look amused, and he places the mask back on the stand carefully. He doesn't want to tear a hole in this thing and have to buy it. ]

You're hilarious.

[ Isaac snorts; he is not amused. Honestly, it might make him feel better if he could just wolf out and tear a few things apart. Maybe that's all he needed to shake this low level irritation, to get rid of the nagging sensation that something is just not right with him here. ]

What's your problem, anyway? It was a joke. [ Ha, ha... ha... ]

[feathery]

Maybe [and Davesprite lifts his shoulders in a shrug] it was a joke.

[Haa, haha, haa ha, haa haa, right?

Doesn't really do much for the fact that he sounds unhappy af, though.]

Come on, we can buy you a Bedazzler and you can go to town on your mask. Somewhere else.

[frigidaire]

[ They're pretty bad at telling jokes, obviously. Isaac shoves his hands into his pockets, his shoulders tense. ]

Yeah, no thanks. Keep the bedazzler to yourself.

[ One of the war games starts up on the street just behind them, a crowd gathering. ] Let's go already. Maybe we can find food or something. I don't like this place.

[feathery]

[Davesprite immediately glances behind them, alert, and it takes no prompting to get him moving in the opposite direction. Birdboy wants nothing to do with the war games if he can help it.]

Probably isn't anything alive enough for non-jelly foods.

[It's a weak grouse as he readjusts his respirator; the thing is not exactly comfortable, even if it's one of the less obtrusive models.]

Even more reason not to like it. Figures they'd let us out on a moon that's fuckin' pestilence incarnate.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, don't remind me.

[ Isaac nods his head to another street, turning down it to try and avoid the fight behind them. ] Yeah, one big happy family of space abductees left on some reeking moon. [ Maybe that was why he felt odd? An alien full moon? Does it work like that?

He's not even aware of how the streets begin to liven up, becoming more populated around them as they walk. ] Pretty sure I saw something that was definitely still alive being served 'raw'. I don't really like my food screaming and all. That and pretty sure anything exposed to this place is like... toxic, or something. [ It's called pollution, Isaac. Plz. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite notices, but Davesprite has been hypervigilant from almost the moment he set foot on the moon. He pockets and unpockets his hands, scanning the street.]

No shit. You're saying they got us done up like we ought to be thrown back into a fallout shelter for a reason?

[He absently circles around to Isaac's other side, half his attention still behind them.]

Maybe we should head back inside.

a~

[grounds]

[The thing about fights is there's always one going on, at least on this moon. Once Isaac finishes up with a brawl, he can probably hear one a few hundred yards away that already has enough of a crowd to form a ring around the competitors. From the sounds of things, this one's a boxing match.

Should he choose to investigate, he'll find a very familiar figure. Octavia's got her hair in the usual partial braids, but now they're sporting a nice coating of blood, a mixture of hers and the guy she's facing. He looks to be about six feet and decently built, at least well enough to win a few fights of his own.

Her own nose and mouth are bloody, and her knuckles are scraped up. To her credit, one of his eyes is almost swollen shut, and there may be a broken rib or two if the way he's clutching his torso is any indication.

Now they're circling each other like caged animals, studying and waiting. Octavia spits out some blood, almost grinning. It's been a while since she's done something like this.

Nearby, a man is calling out for any last minute bets to be placed.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac has been in his fair share of war games, some more physical than others, but he does have a bit of fun with some of them. But there's a constant smell of sweat and blood on the air that makes him antsy (moreso than he already is), that he can't quite shake. It's even worse when he picks up the scent of a friend.

He stands on the edge of the fight, watching closing, too aware of the blood on Octavia's face and hands. But she seems confident, and he watches curiously. ]

My bet's on her. She's going to kick his ass. [ Isaac maybe speaks a touch loudly, and places a pretty good sum of money on her victory. If she meets his eyes, he might even smirk -- there's a challenge there, too. Bet you can't win!

It's all a bit of friendly competition, right? ]

haha he called her a friend no take backs

[grounds]

[Circling begins to grow old, so when Octavia hears a familiar voice placing a bet, she moves until she can see what the hell he's doing without exposing herself to an attack. If it wouldn't be completely stupid, she'd roll her eyes at him.]

Half of your winnings when I beat this jerk, or you might lose it all. We clear?!

[She doesn't wait for him to reply-- she'd make sure he'd good for it-- before feinting right then hitting left, landing a clear blow on her opponent's already injured ribs. His fist glances off her shoulder, moving her sideways, able to slide in for another shot under his arm. Part of her training on the fleet taught her more sensitive areas to strike. Sucks for this guy.

A few more blows are exchanged, earning each competitor another bright purple spot or two, before the man across from her falls back on to his ass, coughing and too spent to continue. He somehow raises an arm in surrender, and if the wince is anything to go by, that move itself takes much of what he has left. Octavia finally lets her guard drop, swaying where she stands before heading towards Isaac.]

You better have water or something to get the taste of blood out of my mouth.

lmfao

[frigidaire]

Yeah, yeah.

[ He rolls his eyes at Octavia, but he knows the winnings will be steep at the very least. So he stands at the edge of the crowd, watching as she fights this guy. He does move off to get some water for her, because unlike him, she doesn't heal as quickly, and she'll need it. But the crowd is cheering and loud, congratulating her as she leaves.

Their earnings are even better, though. ]

Here. [ He offers out the water bottle, shrugging, trying to focus on her instead of the huge crowd they're in. ] Nice fight. Glad you won, I wasn't actually sure you could. [ Sorry he's a sassy jerk. ]

[grounds]

Thanks. [Octavia almost grabs it, she's so thirsty. Once she's downed about a half of it, she wipes her mouth and grins at him, nodding for them to get the hell out of there.

When they're far enough away, she stops and leans against the wall. She glances over to him, almost smirking.]

Neither was I.

[frigidaire]

[ This place makes him a little antsy, in a way it really shouldn't. He's not sure what it is, but he's ready to be off in space again, away from this moon. ]

Well you faked it pretty well. How long have you been out here? This place is weird.

[grounds]

Couple hours? I watched some games, and this seemed like one of the few that wasn't a waste of time.

[Her fatigue's beginning to show in the way she stands, not as straight or determined as normal.] See anywhere with good food? I could use a bite.

[And a place to sit.]

[frigidaire]

I don't know that I'd trust any of the food that's been in this polluted air. Probably better to go back to the ship.

[ But Isaac isn't feel antsy either way, and isn't sure where he'd feel better. ] But we can try some of the places -- maybe on the ones inside.

c

[forsometimenow]

What, you don't want it? Maybe the one with the rhinestones instead?

[frigidaire]

Yeah, no, I think I'll pass. This boring one is fine for me. It's not like we're going to be staying here.

Thank god.

[forsometimenow]

I can't really blame you there. I've been sticking with an unadorned one myself- though you're right, I don't think I could get used to living in this kind of environment. I'm impressed that people have adapted so well, though.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I'll be glad to be off this weird moon. And not having to wear any kind of mask. It's hot. But I guess if they're used to it or whatever.

[forsometimenow]

I have to agree with you there. Maybe the next planet we go to will have clouds made of cotton candy and rivers of chocolate...

[frigidaire]

It'll be some weird alien stuff, though, that we can't eat or something. That's our luck out here in space.

[forsometimenow]

I'd say that's awfully cynical, but... you do have a point. I mean, we WERE stranded on a waystation for over a month over a shipment of gumballs.