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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]

[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]

[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.]