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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

[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.

[frigidaire]

Uh, it's just Isaac.

[ He doesn't exactly understand the formalities, and thinks maybe she misheard his name somehow. Isaac shrugs it off either way. ]

It's easy to get lost. I still do sometimes. [ It's easy to get turned around when so many of the corridors look exactly the same. ] Let me put this stuff away. [ He moves to the door for his room -- they're hatches and lead down into the rooms and he kicks his own open. ] Don't fall in when you get to your room -- it's gonna happen, but you'll get used to it. [ Once he deposits his food and drink in his room, he climbs back out. ] So, yeah. Our rooms are weird, but yours is probably around here somewhere. Just gotta find which one they gave you. It's quiet around here, mostly, so.

[onerous]

[She frowns at that, looking a tad uncomfortable.] Isn't that what I...? [oh. the '-san.'] It's an honorific. You add it to everyone's names. I don't know how old you are, and you've been on this ship longer than me, so I guess technically you're still my superior...

[She could call him 'senpai' but. Nah.

Get used to falling into her room?? Great. She keeps her expression neutral, peering curiously into the hole as he descends] Quiet's good, right? [Though maybe a little boring, but after the weird twists and turns of her life lately--not even counting the whole alien kidnapping thing-- she'd be pretty okay with boring for a while.]

[frigidaire]

I'm eighteen, but I'm pretty sure there's no superior here except the captain, but even he's a bird dude who doesn't want to be it. It's not like anything really important happens here anyway.

[ He shrugs. ] But you can just call me Isaac. Not that... other stuff. [ A shrug, and he might even smile a tiny bit, because she looks lost. He'd felt like that, too. ] Yeah pretty good -- it can get really boring, though. We have some games and stuff we can play but you can only do that for so long. [ He guides her to the kitchen. ]

And ask around before you make any food -- there are some combinations that work, and some that seriously don't.

[onerous]

Ah, I'm nineteen. [This is just making her wonder how young most of the crews run. The other people she met all seemed to be older-- was Wonderduck just different, or...?]

Bird dude... [There's a lot of information here that she's once again not sure where to start] I don't know. I think boring can be nice; especially right now. With everything else going on, I'd welcome a long breather.

[Okay that's sort of a lie. She'd rather be home knee-deep in the ghost shit she was in before and getting that done with than here but. You know. Whatever.]

I really only know how to make coffee anyhow. But.. What do you mean? [She glances around the kitchen, suddenly skeptical and a little wary. Were the appliances going to malfunction for no reason other than whacky kitchen hijinks for the viewers at home??]

[frigidaire]

Yeah it's okay at first, and the planets aren't that bad but we've been on this moon forever.

[ It feels like forever to a werewolf, anyway! Isaac gestures to the two machines in the room. ] One's good for drinks, that's pretty easy. The other one has the gel and powdered food. They're not all that great on their own, I guess. So you just have to mix stuff until it tastes like food from home. It can go really, really wrong sometimes.

[ He winces, remembering his own mishaps in the kitchen. God, the gel food is gross. ] You can usually buy food or hunt and stuff on the planets though.