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[ Isaac is beyond bored now that his werewolf habits are back to normal. Turns out being on a moon full time is really bad for werewolves and the whole transformation deal. Either way, he did buy some things on the moon, and one of those things is the alien equivalent to a soccer ball. He'd prefer to play lacrosse, but beggars can't be choosers on the fleet.

He's kicking it down the hall, letting it bounce off the opposite wall and roll back before he kicks it again. He doesn't exactly think about how it's probably very noisy in the rooms, but. Details. ]

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[ If not making a racket in the hall, there is definitely noise coming from the kitchen. Both music from his datapad (it's some weird pop music he found with a really bad beat) and the sound of blenders. He's trying to cook something again, which is dangerous for all in the fleet.

In fact, if anyone walks into the kitchen to investigate, they might get splattered because Isaac is pretty terrible at remembering to put the lid back on the blender. Hope everyone likes fruit substitute. ] My bad.

Edited 2016-06-21 03:20 (UTC)

[When moving down the halls, one would have to look before they went from room to room. Korra can be found zooming down and around corners as she explores, laughing as she goes. The ship was on autopilot for now, which is probably good for everyone. Even with the augment, Korra still felt as if it would be far too easy to crash the ship. Asami taught her to drive a car but an airship was another story.]

Woo hoo!! [Excuse her while she goes zooming by you on her air scooter, maybe sending papers flying.]

Sorry!

[She's having too much fun, ok.]

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[Papers were right- Jennifer had been sitting at the kitchen table writing down some ideas and observations in a notebook when there was a sudden whoosh of air, tearing a few pages out of it. She looked to see where it had come from and... was that someone sitting on a spinning sphere of air?]

Wh...

[Jennifer neatly dodged a splash of something as she came into the kitchen looking for coffee, stopping to give Isaac a friendly smile.]

Let's see- are you making music with the blenders, or just trying out a new smoothie recipe?

( With Stiles gone Lydia's checking on Isaac. It's not because she needs to, or that she's worried about him, but because she wants to make sure that he's okay - that he's still there. Thankfully, when Lydia finds the ball, she sees Isaac at the other end of it )

I know it's not lacrosse, but don't you still need other players?

[ Isaac looks up at the voice, not expecting Lydia here, of all places. ] I mean, I have the wall, the ball bounces back. Not like there's a lot of room to play, anyway.

[ He shrugs, stopping the ball with one foot. ]

[ He startles a little, and looks the tiniest bit sheepish. ]

No, I was trying the smoothie thing but, uh. Yeah. It didn't go well. [ He's made a good sized mess. ] I don't think blenders make good music though.

Wouldn't the Iskaulit have space? It seems to have everything else.

( Or the next nice planet they find )

Well, you never know- some people like to experiment. Need some help cleaning up?

[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.]

Yeah but then I'd have to go over there. I dunno, just as easy here.

[ He shrugs a little, letting the ball roll back and stops it with his foot. ] You okay?

Yeah, I probably will.

[ Isaac rubs the back of his head as he considers the mess, but that just gets some of the fruity concoction in his hair. ] Why can't we have like, cleaning robots or something?

[ Isaac has just gotten up from a nap, and so he doesn't expect a lot of traffic in the halls. The Wonderduck is pretty quiet, usually, but he's nearly bowled over by Korra when she blasts by. But how did she go soaring by like that? ]

Whoa. Hey! [ And after he shakes himself awake? Korra might find a teenager running after her, and gaining some ground. It pays to be a fast werewolf. ]

[Jennifer began rooting around for a sponge.]

You know, that's a good question. Our ship is pretty luxurious as far as upgrades go, but we don't have those cleaning robots I've seen a few people mention. Maybe we don't have someone with the right augment?

You'd be able to get a team together.

( If he really wanted to - or wanted to do something more than just use a wall. There's a couple of seconds before Lydia answers his question, eventually giving a nod. It's weird knowing that Stiles isn't here any more but after Asgard - after everyone being sent home there - it's not the first time it's happened )

It's nice to finally be away from the moon. Are you okay?

( Because moon )

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Maybe. I don't want to be a janitor though. I'm on security, because you know, we need to be kept safe.

[ The sarcasm is so real. He's found a towel and is wiping things up off the floor. ]

Yeah I don't know if space lacrosse is really what I should be gunning for, I guess.

[ He shrugs a little. He probably should do something like start up a kickball team or something, but he's not sure they will have enough space. And with the new planets and stuff? Things can get complicated very fast. ]

Uh, yeah. I'm okay. I'm glad we're not still on that moon or whatever.

[And, finding a sponge, Jennifer began wiping up.]

Because we're constantly under threat, right? I mean, I'm SO busy in my infirmary I wouldn't have time to clean the ship, either.

[Yeah, no, that, that was really, really annoying.

Normally Remy wouldn't have a major issue with this, god knows he needed something physical to keep himself from being bored, being the fidgety person that he is. But today, when he had been out late drinking the night before and had gotten back to the WD only a few hours before, the sound of that ball echoing through the rooms was not welcomed.

Able to push himself out of bed and pull his door open, Remy cast a less than happy look in the direction of the sound. It was impossible to tell if his eyes were bloodshot, but his hair was a mess, eyes squinting a little against the light, and generally just not looking happy.] Really cher, do ya mind?

Yeah we're always fighting, always busy. You know, we practically run of out ammo or something.

[ He should probably actually look at their armory one day, but priorities. ]

[ Isaac is startled when Remy pops out, and he very nearly kicks the ball again out of reflex alone. He doesn't, though, and it hits his shin, rolls off to the side. ]

Oh, uh, yeah. My bad.

[ He bends to pick up the ball, shifting a little awkwardly. ] Nothing to do on this ship, or any of them. So, uh, you know, improvising. The name's Isaac, by the way, not Cher.

[ ... he's intelligent. Sort of. ]

[If he was more awake Remy's vanity would had kicked in that he had stepped out of his room looking such as he did, but since his brain wasn't fully awake he just ran a palm over his face, rubbing at his eyes before running his fingers through his hair to try and form it into something other than a mass of spikes.] It ok homme, don't stress over it, know what ya mean.

[Yet the name thing made him give a snort of a laugh and a shake of his head.] Non, non, cher, it the French word for dear, not like the singer or 'nything. [Ok, that was kind of funny.]

Wait, you speak french? I kind of wondered.

[ He definitely did, but Isaac just never thought to ask. There are a lot of strange people in this ship after all. ]

So do you just call everyone dear, or...?

[Having moved to lean a shoulder against his doorway, Remy didn't bother to hide a tired yawn, already getting to a point where he was more likely to stay awake than fall back asleep.] 'm fluent in it, comes with growin' up in New Orleans.

'nd oui, hate to break it to ya, but yeah, I do call everyone that, or 'darlin', which be cherie. But if ya feelin' neglected 'm sure I can come up with a special nickname just for ya. [Don't worry, he's teasing... mostly.]

If we don't try and get what we want no one else will. Plus don't sports make good entertainment?

( Yes. See. Beneficial to all )

How bad was it, being on the moon for all of that time?

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