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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

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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Yes, our lungs transform, too. Get bigger. I'm dying right now of weird pollution and you have no idea.

[ Davesprite being a douche feels normal, at least, and Isaac relaxes a tiny bit. ]

Make sure to bury me with my scarves. You can't have them.

I'll steal the technicolor wolf scarf off your still cooling corpse just because you said that.

[They're pretty close to the shop, though, and he tilts his head at Isaac, birdlike.]

Do you actually want to risk your life on pizza. [There's a surprising lack of judgment there, tbh.]

I'll make sure to put it in my space will for you.

[ He pauses in front of the shop, peering inside past a crowd of people to the menu he doesn't entirely understand. The pizzas are all oddly colored though. Maybe to put off the taste of effects of the pollution? ]

Nah. Their pepperonis are purple, I don't know that it's a good sign...

Purple?

[Davesprite shoulders up next to Isaac, peering through the glass.]

Holy shit. The cheese looks...green. Is that cheese? Fuck, it's moving.

[ God, this stuff is gross. ]

Dude the sauce looks like it has worms. How is it -- is it slithering?

[ He is so fucking grossed out, but he can't look away, either. Especially the way the alien chefs slap moving and oddly colored components on what might be a pizza crust. ]

I can't hurl with a gas mask on.

Yeah, don't do that.

[He absently pats Isaac on the back, still staring at the pizza. Can they really call this pizza?]

Oh my god, no. [He makes a sound that's pure revulsion when the innards of several long, writhing tubers get squeezed out onto a crust. The resulting sauce is then sprinkled with cheese and the still moving tuber skins are diced up and placed on top.]

No, ok, that's enough. We're leaving. [He begins to push Isaac away by the shoulders.] We're leaving right the fuck now and definitely not coming back, not now, not ever. Pizza is officially fucking banned.

[ Even Isaac's stomach gives a flip when he sees the tubers wriggling on the dough, the way they move even after they've been cut up. ]

Yeah, I'm good, no more food from this place. [ He nearly trips over his own feet, the way he's being pushed and he ducks out of Davesprite's grip. ] I'll be grateful for the weird gel and powder from now on.

[ He shudders, making a face. ] Who would even eat that? What the heck is wrong with this stupid moon?

I don't know. I mean maybe it's not that bad? Wait, fuck. No.

[Davesprite may very well be more freaked out than Isaac, considering the crow part of his brain is hella intrigued. It's why his brow furrows and there's a hint of distress in his voice, because oh god does he really want to eat that???]

That's not—shit. It's still moving. No one wants to eat shit that's still moving.

[Who is he trying to convince here.]

Dude do you actually want to eat that? Seriously? Not that bad? That would be disgusting.

[ Isaac grimaces, shaking his head. ]

No. We're not trying that. We're not eating any of that and if you decide to go back and eat an alien worm pizza, just don't even tell me.

I'm not going to eat a fucking alien worm pizza!

[BIRDS CAN'T MAKE HIM. He ends up shoving his mask higher up his face, frustrated.]

That would be... Ugh. I'm not doing it. I'm not even thinking it. No one wants to chow down on anything that squirms; I don't fucking care if that's normal for birds.

[He's so perturbed by this.]

Dude, I wouldn't let you eat an alien worm pizza.

[ He couldn't even be near him if he was going to try it, let's be realistic. The thought alone makes his stomach churn again. This is Not. Good. ]

Yeah you're not really a bird okay just sort of remember that. You're pretty much mostly a guy with wings, but it's just the wings part. I guess there's the weird stashing dead things under your bed or whatever but.

[ His best friend is mostly dude, and only a little bit bird. The important things to remember in life. ]

I don't stash dead things under my bed.

[Sullen. Because that's where swords go, ok. Some of them, anyway.]

And I know I'm not a bird, ok. I mean I am, but I'm— [He nearly says "me, too", but identity gets fickle when he's an offshoot of someone else. Who is...still him, ultimately. A better version of him.] Never mind. Being a guy who's also a bird makes shit weird sometimes.

I mean if you really want the pizza I can buy you some but dude you cannot eat that around me.

[ He just might sympathy vomit or something just by watching. ]

But I'm gonna go ahead and say you probably shouldn't, I think we have some normal stuff back at the ship, but.

I told you, I don't want to eat any nasty maggot-infested pizza.

[Petulance leaks into his voice. Why are you doing this to him, Isaac. He rubs at his face, wincing when he accidentally hits the still-tender spot on his cheek.]

That goes for any other food we see here, too. I'm not touching anything that's still moving. God.

[He ends up resting his face in his hands, before he just as quickly drops them, chagrined.]

I don't want you to eat it either, trust me.

[ Because then he'd have to look his best friend in the face every day and know he ate alien worms. He's not sure he can do it. #friends. ]

I just kept an alien dude from punching you a second time. Alien worm pizza is just gross, dude, I'll make sure your birdy brain or whatever stays the hell away from it. And me.

Thanks.

[It's not without a grimace.]

I'll let you know if I get any other creepy culinary ideas so you can smother me in my sleep before anyone's got to suffer it actually happening.

[ They're not far from being back on the Wonderduck, thankfully, after all of that. Isaac feels strangely exhausted and restless at the same time. Maybe it's an after effect of the pollution. Either way, once they're close enough, he pings the ship to beam them up. Maybe. Who knows how travel works here. ]

Yeah, I'll kill you in your sleep for that. I got your back. What are friends for? This place is pretty weird. I think I liked the ice place better.

[As soon as they're back on the ship, Davesprite practically tears off his mask in irritation.]

I don't know why we gotta keep going to nothing but single biome planets, anyway. Earth wasn't like this, so what the fuck. Asgard wasn't, either. Are we from the odd planet out or what.

[ Isaac pulls his mask off, too, thankful to have good, clean air. ]

Yeah, I don't know. Seems like this place just goes wherever it wants -- it's not like we can change anything about it anyway. I don't trust it.

Thank you for that astute observation.

[Someone's running heavy on the sarcasm right now. He stalks out into the hall, still grossed out by the pizza and his conflicting feelings towards said pizza.]

I'm going to purge my brain now of everything I just witnessed.

I'm just gonna go take a nap, but yeah, you do that. Text me if you start feeling like eating worms again. I'll throw real food at you or something.

[ There's actually something a little wary in his voice, more directed at himself than anything. ]

Just watch a movie or something, dude. [ He starts for his own room, kicking open the hatch. Or whatever, however they open. details. ]

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