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[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the Wonderduck and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: The latter half of May

[IT'S A MINGLE, SWEET DUCKS. What're you all up to?]

Comments

[thezerothlaw]

[Daneel is sketching. He's seated in the common area with a sketchbook on the table in front of him and a collection of pencils. He is practising very seriously, and his art tends to be strictly photorealistic, excessively detailed, and is generally of people, because this is the sort of thing a robot focuses on.

He might ask to draw your portrait, if you show signs of hanging around.]

[forsometimenow]

[When Jennifer spotted Daneel, she just stopped to quietly watch him work for a while before she finally made a soft comment-]

That's impressive.

[thezerothlaw]

Thank you. I have been working on portraying depth. The technique is difficult to master.

[Because it must be right. It must be accurate.]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer nodded.]

Well, I can do stick figures and not much else, so I say you're still ahead of me. But then again, no matter what I do, I know there's always got to be room to be better at it somehow. So I can understand the desire to improve, too.

[thezerothlaw]

Stick figures are representative. They don't need to be accurate to fulfil their purpose. That does not mean they are not an artform in themselves.

[He looks at Jennifer for a moment, considering.]

Would you permit to attempt your portrait?

[forsometimenow]

Hmmm- I suppose that's true! And every great artist had to begin with the basics. [Her eyes then widened with surprise, and she smiled shyly.] Oh! Sure- I'd like that.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer was catching up on some chores she'd been neglecting- checking on her plants on the Iskaulit, restocking her infirmary, cleaning her instruments and so on. She'd make herself available for medical appointments if need be.

She could also be found working out, or with a chess board set up in the common area, because she was actually getting bored enough to consider challenging people on the planet to matched.]

[onerous]

[Well. She hadn't completely fallen over herself upon arrival, though she certainly hasn't made many attempts to reach out to her fellow shipmates. Mostly she seems-- scared, a little. She regards everyone with a wary suspicion, but she's always at least polite just... distantly so.

She's gotten her hands on something to write with--and in--at least, so maybe now she can start a list of the people she's met and her notes on them. starting with a list of everyone on her current crew, except...

Well. Everything's pretty blank following their names. She knows nothing about these people. Yuri hesitates-- does she even want to know about them? Closeness meant potentially reading their minds and that had never ended very well for her....

Yuri sits there for a few moments longer, contemplating, before getting up and seeking out the others.]

Excuse me...?

[TIME FOR OFFICIAL INTRODUCTIONS]

[feathery]

[Davesprite is practically lying in a chair on the bridge, his feet propped up on one of the consoles—does this count as a safety hazard? probably—as he draws shitty doodles in the margins of a shitty notebook. He'd look like a pretty normal teenager if he didn't have feathers or a chronic sunglasses-indoors problem.

He looks up when Yuri comes in.]

Oh, hey. What's up, comm officer number three.

[onerous]

[there's a lot going on here for her to take in at once. The disregard for safety, the 'comm officer number three' (okay she knew that part but still), the feathers...]

Um.

[Words, Yuri, use your words.] Are those wings real? [NAILED IT. Her face turns bright red and she clears her throat]

I, ah... That was rude... [But she's been dying to know okay??]

[feathery]

[He snorts a little at that, amused.]

No, I just walk around like this sometimes as a hobby.

[But he sits up, resettling his wings, and takes his feet off the task station.]

Yeah, they're real. Side effect of being the unfortunate biological collision of kid and crow. My parents had a hella complicated relationship. [He's so full of shit.]

[onerous]

[She looks absolutely baffled for a few seconds before her brow furrows in concern and uncertainty]

That's a joke, right? [Honestly, with everything else she's seen here, that probably wouldn't be on the list of "Craziest thing" so. She'd be more-or-less willing to believe it.

She kinda wants to touch them but that'd be A. Creepy and B. Rude so she clasps her hands behind her back and frowns at him, trying to figure him out.]

...Anyway, I'm new-- Obviously. I was just... trying to introduce myself to everyone, I guess. [A pause and she adds, belatedly] I'm Yuri.

[frigidaire]

[ Of all the possible welcoming committees on the ship, Isaac Lahey is perhaps one of the worst. He's just walking back from the kitchen, mouth full with a wheat substitute sandwich, a few bags of strange alien potato chips tucked under an arm, and a large glass of something orange.

He nearly runs into the newcomer, and blinks at her for a moment. He almost spills his drink on her, a few drops splattering on the floor. ] Uh, yeah? [ She doesn't look like one of their crew, and Isaac is out of the loop most of the time when they have new recruits. ] Sorry.

[onerous]

[Yuri makes a short noise of surprise, hopping back to try and avoid the drink. A couple drops hit her shoes, but that's hardly the end of the world.]

Sorry, I wasn't paying attention... [Well she was and she'd probably argue it was totally his fault!! But that would require more care and effort than she's willing to put out.

Anyway.]

I'm Yuri, um... I'm new? [She shifts uncomfortably, wondering if there's any kind of announcement for the old crew or if it's just as much of a surprise for them as it is for her]

[frigidaire]

Oh.

[ Maybe he did hear the announcement. Atroma likes to make a big fuss of things, confetti and all. But it's been a weird month or two, what with them being on that moon longer than he expected. ]

Uh, hey. I'm Isaac. [ He actually looks down where he spilled the drink and frowns a little. ] Sorry about your shoe. I can show you around or something, if you want. Not sure how much you really know about this place or where you are, but. [ Eloquent as ever. So sorry, Yuri. ]

[onerous]

Pleased to meet you, Isaac-san. [No need to be impolite, right??

She looks down at her shoe too and gives it a little shake, shrugging.] It's fine. It's not like it ate through it or something. [Alien drinks could probably do that, right? She's sure something exists somewhere and there's probably an alien that loves that shit.

Sorry, her mind's still wrapping around the whole 'aliens' and 'actually in space' thing.] I have a...general idea? I don't really know my way around this ship though. [A pause and Yuri glances away, embarrassed.] I might be lost, actually so... It's a good thing you came along anyhow.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer was sitting in her infirmary and reading when she heard someone unfamiliar address her. Taking a moment to stretch before getting up, she peeked out into the corridor.]

Oh, hey- are you my new shipmate?

[onerous]

[Yuri straightens from where she'd been curiously examining things and nods lightly.]

Yes, I'm Yuri. I'm a...communications officer? For some reason... [Seriously WHY.] I was just trying to say hi to everyone, since I suppose we'll all be living together from now on.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer smiled.]

Not your usual skillset, huh? I'm Jennifer- I'm the ship's doctor, so you'll find me in the medbay a lot.

[onerous]

I don't really talk to people much. [Which is sort of contradicted by her going around and trying to talk to people right now, but shhh.]

Were you a doctor before you were sent here, or...? [or was she just thrust into the role like Yuri with communications?]

[feathery]

[This moon is the worst moon and why are they still on it. Davesprite isn't affected by the medical conditions that come with the lunar landscape—whether supernatural or pollution inspired—but look. He has been babysitting a teenage werewolf most of their stay and having an above average number of existential crises. It's not a fun time.

Which is clearly why he's on the bridge, in the recreation area, or in his room, a) fucking around with a shitty notebook filled with rap lyrics and doodles, b) focused on consuming his own weight in candy, because he doesn't want to think about his crowish interest in eating maggots, or c) rolling around a few leftover gumballs like marbles (might as well use them for something). Because what better way is there to cope besides straight up ignoring it.

If someone is really unlucky, they might catch him mumbling his rap lyrics to himself. I'm sorry.]

b.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac has not had the best of times on this moon either, and this is perhaps the first time he's emerged from his room for any length of time over the past few days. He's feeling more like himself, now that he's gotten rest. But he moon still provides a little bit of irritation, at the back of his mind, but he's hopeful they'll be leaving soon.

Which is why he's popping next door to visit his friend. He doesn't knock (does he ever?), just opens the hatch and half slides, half climbs down the ladder. He's too tall, okay? ]

Uh, dude. [ His voice is a little rough. Lots of growling and lack of speaking will do that. ] Are you seriously eating all of the candy? [ Hi, Davesprite, aren't you glad he's back? ]

[feathery]

What does it look like.

[Davesprite gives him an unimpressed look from where he's chillin'. He doesn't even deign to move and just peels open another candy wrapper.

Please stop him. He doesn't even need to eat.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac moves and plops down beside Davesprite, even attempts to steal the candy bar from him. ]

You're gonna throw up if you eat it all. And when you do, I'll just say I told you so. Maybe hold your wings back for you.

[ Slowly put the candy bar down, Davesprite... ]

[feathery]

Hey.

[It's nothing more than a protest, though, and he begrudgingly lets Isaac have the candy.]

I wasn't going to eat all of it. Just most of it. [...] Probably. Depends how long it took me to get bored.