We're kinda bad at sharing our feelings

[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the good ship Wonderduck and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck, planetside
When: The whole month of July

[IT'S A WONDERDUCK MINGLE.

Say hello to our new shipmates, play with fluff slugs, do what you wish.]

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Dr. Keller is in | OTA

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer was never quite sure what to do on the planet when she was on its surface. Public displays of overt affection with strangers weren't really her thing, and there were few people on the Fleet she felt comfortable doing it with. The fact that feelings and memories were shared was even worse, with someone who tended to be as reticent as she was. So she would often come back to the ship looking flustered or embarrassed.

The fluff slugs were also getting to be a problem. They seemed to be quite fond of her, and she would often be found having to shoo them out of her infirmary.]

[feathery]

[Davesprite has his own fluff slug problems. In fact, he's extracting one from his hair—which is kind of painful when they're kind of sticky—when he sees Jennifer shooing more out into the hall.]

Oh god, they're everywhere.

[forsometimenow]

The cuteness is starting to wear off, too. I'm still feeling the side-effects, but I don't want them clogging up my equipment. Need help?

[feathery]

[Davesprite pauses mid-tug on his hair slug. To accept help or not to accept help, that is the question.]

Uh, yeah. That would be awesome, actually.

[Is there a chair around, because he's probably too tall for this to be easy.]

I dunno how I keep tracking them in. You wouldn't think something so slow could be this fucking sneaky.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer ushered him inside the infirmary and toward a chair, rooting around for a pair of scissors just in case.]

I think it's because they're inconspicuous. They tend to not make a lot of noise, and while you're booting one out, another can slither in behind it.

[feathery]

[Yay, chair. Less yay about the scissors; in fact, he stares at them and then Jennifer, slug still firmly attached to his head.]

...Do you think you're gonna actually need those.

[Wow, Davesprite.]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer stifled a laugh and set them down within easy reach, then began to try and pry the slug out of his hair.]

Well, I hope not. I'm a doctor, not a barber, and I'd hate to put a dent in your inherent coolness.

[feathery]

[He tries not to wince, shoulders hunching a little, when he feels the tell-tale tug of the slug in his hair. It's a slimy one. Awesome. Rad. Fine. This is fine.]

Yeah, if nothing else, it keeps me easy to spot from a distance. I've only had the same haircut my entire life; I'd be unrecognizable without it.

[forsometimenow]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that yet. ... do we know what these guys eat? Maybe if I bait it with a treat it'll let go...

[feathery]

Uh.

[Oh god he doesn't know. This is what he gets for not wanting a pet slug.]

That's...a fucking great question. 'Cause I have no idea at all. Do they even eat? I'm not seeing mouths on these fuzzy tortillas.

[forsometimenow]

I'm sure they must, if they're living creatures, but... hmm. Let's try another approach.

[Jennifer began petting and tickling the slug instead; it began squirming in delight and started to let go of Davesprite's hair.]

[feathery]

[Bless u, Dr. Keller.

Davesprite can't actually see what's going on, though, so he's torn between holding still and inadvertently tilting his head a little in a futile attempt to look up.]

What are you doing. [He can sure feel that slug wriggling on his scalp. He resists the desire to hide his face in his hands.] Is it working?

[forsometimenow]

Tickling it, trying to make it lose its grip. And... [The slug let go completely, and Jennifer set it on the floor.] There we go. Sometimes laughter is the best way to distract something- and it doesn't require any scissors.

[feathery]

[Davesprite spends very little time aboard the Wonderduck while on Fluff Slug Planet, but he does pop in at least once a day. Usually because the ship has better showers and stuff, let's be real. He also likes electricity.

(1) Notably, one day he shows up covered in orange gunk that smells fucking amazing. He continues to smell like this for most of the month, in growing degrees of faintness, as he begins the long, arduous process of molting. Yeah, sorry about that. There's a good chance there are black feathers scattered around the premises. (2) And fluff slugs; sometimes they just attach themselves to him and he just doesn't notice there's an alien invertebrate perched on his head or glued to his back. Feel free to point that one out. (3) Also sorry if someone finds him messing with the wind-up walking dick toy he received a la Alex's departure. Because that sure is a thing that is going on the bridge, decorum be damned.]

touching this, scooching it to interim week!

[frigidaire]

[ Living next door to a strange bird boy on a space ship is not where Isaac thought he would be when he'd planned to leave Beacon Hills. What he did not plan, however is finding feathers. Everywhere. This whole molting thing has happened before, sure, but between that, the weird slug planet, and the annoying wind up dick toy that he finds marching across his floor (and sometimes his face, because what are friends for), he's at wits end.

A teenage werewolf just wants to dress or sit down or plain exist in his own room without getting pricked by feathers stuck to him or scattered around the ship. Which is why he's knocking on Davesprite's door. ]

Dude, get a vacuum, your feathers are getting everywhere. I swear if I find one in my cereal this time...

smh

[feathery]

[Davesprite is busy pretending to be a burrito and refusing to move, so Isaac's knocking goes ignored. Partially because these doors with their weird ladders are too much effort and partially because it's not like the door is locked anyway.

In any case, there is a vaguely Dave-sized lump on the bed and a pair of mangy black wings flopped awkwardly over it. Will Isaac punch the lump in the snout to establish superiority?]

shhh

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac lets himself in, and climbs down the ladder. He's surprised enough to see Davesprite actually using his bed for what might be sleeping? It's hard to tell with the blanket and wings in the way. ]

Dude, did you hear me? [ Isaac might not punch him in the snout, but Davesprite will get a few good jabs on the back of the head, instead. ] Your feathers are literally everywhere. I can get Jennifer or someone to look at you. That can't be good.

no

[feathery]

Oh my god, dude.

[It's muffled, because the bottom half of Davesprite's head is buried in his burrito. But he does roll over to swat at Isaac's hands, because get that shit away from him.]

If you poke me again, I swear I'm going to eject you from the nearest fuckin' airlock.

[frigidaire]

You'd have to get up to do that and I'm pretty sure you're not gonna right now.

[ So he pokes at him again for good measure, this time in the cheek. What a good friend. ] You okay? I mean there are feathers literally everywhere and you never sleep, so.

[feathery]

[And the shadow from Isaac's arm reaches up to swat at Isaac's face.]

I'm molting. It's a thing that needs to happen.

[But Davesprite sits up, disgruntled and disheveled. Where are all of these feathers coming from; he isn't that fluffy, right?]

I'll be fine in a couple months.

[frigidaire]

Whoa, that was not fair.

[ He rubs at his face, swatting at the shadow like he can actually do anything about it. ]

A couple months? I mean you're losing your feathers. [ There aren't even that many around really, but Isaac is being dramatic. Feathers errwhere, but not. ] Are you sick or something? Like I thought it was just a few or something kind of like before maybe, like some weird bird grooming or whatever. Does it hurt?

[ Hi, Davesprite, your best friend is the worst. ]

[feathery]

[To be fair, it looks like there are way more feathers scattered around than is warranted. Where u hidin' all those pinions, Bird Dave.]

What, no. It's kind of like how you shed sometimes.

[Now who's being dramatic.]

It itches like a fucking motherfucker. Like christ, look at this shit.

[He hooks a finger under one wing, holding it up. There's a sizable gap between a couple of his primaries, but what he's clearly pointing out is the pin feather he has growing in.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac doesn't shed. If he did, that'd mean he fully wolf out, which would be pretty awesome. Unfortunately, he just looks like he's been beaten in the face with a 2x4 instead.

He leans in to look at the gap, at the new feather. ]

Dude that is gross. I mean I can like, scratch your wings or whatever for you, but are all of your feathers going to turn into that?

[feathery]

Only like a couple at a time until they all grow in. They're fucking hideous. Scratch 'em too much too early and they bleed.

[He drops the wing and picks a down feather out of his hair, flicking it at Isaac before he flops back into a lethargic heap of Dave.]

I don't need to see a doctor or anything, it just makes me kinda tired sometimes. And eat a lot.

[frigidaire]

You're making that up, feather's can't bleed.

[ It doesn't sound like he believes what he's saying, but more that he's just really, really bothered by the fact that feathers can bleed. ]

I mean I can bring you food or whatever. I think there are dino patties still. Then there's the seed I gave you for Christmas. [ Hey, joking makes it easier to distract from the molting, right? ]