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Who: Eugene Woods, back again!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: August 5th, evening

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[It's like that moment when you walk through a door and forget what you were about to do. Except replace walk with 'teleport', and replace what you were about to do with

'what possible course of events could move you instantly from your bunk to the bridge of a completely unfamiliar ship'. Surrounded by confetti. Back in the standard jumper.

Oh, and minus both crutches and leg.

One undignified topple to the confetti-strewn ground later - one made infinitely more comical for the festive music playing, probably - Eugene has the opportunity to take stock of his situation. Definitely not the Vanquish. Or any other ship he's been on. Too lost and put-out to be afraid, he sits up, finds his communicator, and stares at it flatly.]

What the hell, guys.

[No response. He's not sure why he expected one. Stare still vaguely accusatory, he opens up the network, grabs a cup of pudding, and settles in to dig for some information himself.]

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So . . . epic mystery nap, huh.

[Eugene's managed to get to the kitchen, but he hasn't moved much since then, scanning his communicator and continuing his long, slow descent down the rabbit hole of what the hell happened. It's been months since he had to play the new-kid-in-town role, and he can't say he's feeling any more fondly toward it now than he did the last time, although for completely different reasons. Last time it was loss, outrage, disbelief. This time, it's just untethered, pure disorientation.

At least with anger, it has a direction. This is just nothing, icy-black as the vacuum of space on the other side of the hull. Dozens on dozens of voices on the communicator, and still, in every second they're quiet he doesn't think he's ever felt more profoundly alone.

He's made himself marginally presentable, finger-combed back the curly chaos of his hair and straightened his shirt. Probably should get up and make something to eat, but the gnawing unease won't let him stand just yet. Standing means looking away from his communicator, and he's still holding out hope that if he studies it long enough, it'll spit up some answer, something to make him feel even a little less lost.]

Shame on Atroma for not even giving a guy a recap episode. Can anyone tell me if I missed anything big?

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[And Davesprite leans over a lil more to shake the new guy's hand.]

Likewise, dude. I'm Davesprite. [Which frequently gets interpreted as a first and last name instead of one word, but Davesprite is kind of ok with that, tbh.] And you landed yourself assward on the Wonderscarf. In case you hadn't...figured that out yet.

[Since he realizes partway through Eugene might've been sitting on the bridge for a while. ]

So yeah. If you convince a pizza to materialize in any way shape or form on the premises, hell fucking yes??? That hereby earns you the rank of my favorite crewmate. And also Newt's. [He adds that as an afterthought, nodding to the fox.]

Honestly, Newt doesn't seem all that choosy- hey. [Newt does seem to at least know what the good stuff is, and is nosing around the pudding, which Eugene shoos him away from with a stern look. Newt seems a little too canine for chocolate to be a very good idea.]

So what's your job on the ship, Dave? [Said conversationally, while offering up one of said puddings. He's going to get sick if he finishes all of these himself.]

[Holy shit, yes. Davesprite will totally take this pudding. And wander around the console, so he can help distract Newt from consuming anything he shouldn't.]

Communications. If you can call it a job when I think I've done something job-like maybe once since I got here. [He sits down, tugging on Newt's tail.] I guess I'm supposed to do captain-y shit, too, but RNG picked the wrong dude for that task.

[Thank goodness, someone else willing to take part in fox-wrangling. For his own part, Eugene drops his communicator into his breast pocket, leaving it be for the time being.]

You know, I'm not even sure what the captains of the ships are supposed to do. Considering we're already all tied into this little entertainment flotilla. And, you know, your crews keep growing and shrinking randomly.

Right? We've gone through enough folks to fill a whole other ship in the last few months. Besides, no one would listen to me even if I did try to do something dumb like order people around. I can't even get this dumbass to take a command or two.

[He holds up the fox to illustrate his point. Never mind he seems pretty fond of Newton, as much as he insults the critter, and Newton cheerfully suffers Davesprite holding him up like a toy.]

Communications officer and no one listens to you, eh.

[He gives a soft tsk, scraping the last of the pudding out of his cup.]

That's rough man.

[That gets a soundless snort of laughter from Davesprite.]

Hella rough. It's yet another great irony in my life and my life is all about the ironies. I'm pretty sure the whole reason I wound up with captainhood when there were multiple more qualified people is because someone out there thought it would be funny if the bird captained the bird ship.

Hey, it might not just be the novelty value. I mean, in a setup like this? I think the hands-off approach might just work best for you. Assuming you have a pretty low-conflict crew.

Yeah, not much happens besides noobs shuffling in and out.

[They've have a pretty terrible crew retention rate lately. Some folks didn't even last two months.]

We got someone who hated me on sight a couple weeks ago, [which he's assuming based on the silent treatment and the fact he kind of laughed at her when he maybe shouldn't have] but the only person she messed with was the resident werewolf.

[Eugene almost asks about this particular individual. Then stops. Because his brain all but does a hard reboot at the end of Dave's sentence, there.]

-yeah, I'm gonna ask you about that person in a second, but first. Werewolf?

Oh, yeah.

[Davesprite sometimes forgets maybe he shouldn't spread that kind of shit around, but Isaac doesn't seem to care. Dude wolfs out whenever he feels like it.]

Isaac. He's the dude who's always wearing a scarf or cardigan around. He's cool, don't worry. He's not even contagious 'cause he's the wrong kind of werewolf or something.

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