daring duck of mystery champion of right

[frigidaire]

Who: The Wonderduck Crew and any Visitors!
Broadcast: Nope, all action~
Action: aboard the Wonderduck.
When: June-ish and whenever. Post Moon time.

[ Time for the Wonderducks to mingle and potentially meet their new crew. Especially after the two months in moon hell. Who knows where they'll end up next. ]

Comments

[feathery]

[There aren't any papers to go flying, but Korra narrowly misses mowing down a winged blond kid in sunglasses. The white fox at his heels yips with excitement and promptly chases after her; Davesprite, for his part, swears and turns back around because it's fallen upon him to keep track of the creature.]

Hey, watch your tail!

[He calls that after them, although it's hard to tell if he's talking to Korra or the fox. His icons are also mostly bullshit, because he isn't orange anymore and has legs, but what can you do.]

[lightbends]

[Giggling can be heard as Korra stops, upon the fox immediately coming into her path. She scoops it up to eye level and walks brusquely back to the fox's owner. He was giving her kisses and she was totally in love with it. It made her miss Naga.]

Sorry about that. Is he yours?

[Where can she get one???]

[feathery]

[Oh my god, this fox is the most excited fox. Davesprite slows down and stops, a little relieved Korra doesn't hate the critter.]

Uh, yeah, I guess he's under joint ownership of me and a friend. [He reaches out to scritch the fox between the ears, but doesn't take him from Korra.]

His name's Newton. [Newton just looks way too happy for Davesprite to try taking him from Korra, tbh.]

[lightbends]

Well he's great! I didn't know we could have pets here.

[Again - missing Naga!! :(]

[feathery]

[Commence countdown to when there's a polar bear dog in the fleet.]

Yeah, I think a lot of people have fish and stuff, as far as pets go; maybe a couple of cats, and the foxes, obviously. I think I saw a dog once?

[He shrugs a little, motion mimicked by his wings.]

But seriously, he'll play fetch with anything if you let him. You might, uh, wanna keep anything important off the ground, 'cause he'll chew it.

[lightbends]

Aw... you just want to play, don't you?

[She does not mind chewed things or slobber. Naga was the same as a puppy. Excuse her while she dotes on your fox some more before handing him back.]

I don't mind. Naga - my polar bear dog - chewed my stuff all the time when she was younger. She goes through balls a lot too.

[feathery]

[And now Davesprite has an armful of overexcited fox, which promptly begins snuffling through his feathers.]

Man, no wonder you're good with this fuzzball. [Davesprite's pet experience can be summed up as letting crows fly in and out of his room when he was a kid. Actually caring for a fox in the wake of Jade leaving has proven to be a serious learning experience.]

Is a polar bear dog a dog the size of a polar bear? Trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be imagining there, 'cause I thought you were gonna say you had a straight-up bear at first.

[lightbends]

Yeah, she's a little bit bigger, with floppy ears and a dog snout and tail. Think just - a giant dog. That's Naga.

[She smiles a bit, wishing she could actually show him Naga in person.]

[feathery]

[His eyebrows arch a little as he imagines this, because holy hell that is a Big Dog.]

Yeah, sounds a little more intensive than Newt here. Even at his neediest. [Said with dry humor as he lets the squirmy critter down, where Newton immediately begins to gnaw on a feather he pulled loose.]

You're good on the infodump, right? I mean if nothing else, the sweet joyride has you looking way more collected than some of the folks who have passed through.

[lightbends]

[Yup. Naga is her big baby. That is true.]

Oh, yeah I'm good. Still trying to figure out the piloting thing, though. It's one thing to be told how to do it but another to be good at it, you know?

[Luckily she hasn't killed the crew yet. :)]

[feathery]

Man, I don't think any of us are actually good at our delegated jobs. Well, I'm not. I'm supposed to handle communications, but the only thing I've got going for me there is that I talk a lot. And let me tell you, that shit ain't synonymous with being good at communication at all.

[Davesprite is blissfully unworried. Luckily there isn't much to hit out in the vastness of space.]