driftfleet | o2; sportsball!

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o2; sportsball!

Who: Isaac Lahey
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: Wonderduck, if you want to bug him
When: now!

[ The feed flickers on and it's a bit jarring at first, not focused, like he's forgotten he's turned it on. After a few seconds of shuffling around, Isaac's face appears on the screen. ]

So, does anyone play any sports here? Doesn't really matter what it is, I guess. I played lacrosse. They're just a good way to kill time. And we got a lot of that sometimes, so. Yeah. [ A shrug, and though he might seem uncomfortable, he's not. He's just a little awkward, don't mind him. ]

Thinking it might be good to get people together to do stuff like that sometimes. Sitting around on the Wonderduck can get a little old, at least for me. Space ships are cool and all, but. Uh. Maybe kickball or something easy, if people want to.

[ Isaac, no. Whiny teenager problems. ] Or we can like... spar. Beating each other up is kind of the same thing. Is there anything else to do after you've been here a while? I'm bored.

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Dude, don't even pretend. You totally fucking laughed when Wilson and Stiller hug bumped like the bros they are.

[It was incredulous laughter. The kind of laughter you hear from a man who is being marched to certain doom, just before he realizes it isn't a joke.]

I mean, I laughed, yeah. But it was awkward. That whole movie was a train wreck, dude. Why did we even watch that thing again?

[ Isaac sinks in his spot. I guess he's sitting on the bed, since he threw a sock earlier. I am an excellent RPer. He dips to pick up his tablet again because people are still messaging him. He's popular. ]

You literally just answered your own question.

[Boredom. The answer is always boredom.]

Besides, you had to give my [famous-Hollywood-director alt self's] creative vision the proper recognition it deserves at least once. It's part of the friendship package.

I didn't sign up for the deluxe friendship package. I got the cheap one.

[ Isaac shrugs and flops back onto his bed, bc that's what he does. He clicks around on his tablet and snorts. ] Phasma wants to spar. [ The skepticism in his voice is real. ]

That's part of the cheap one.

[Davesprite is the janky Dave from the bargain bin at the Dave Depot, yo.]

And yeah, I noticed. [He's just chillin', reading Isaac's replies on his own communicator.] What do you think her deal is. Besides being a flagrant douche.

Yeah, I don't know what her deal is. She's probably found the armory by now, anyway. Don't exactly want to wrestle with a gun or whatever.

[ He shrugs, glancing sideways over at Davesprite. ] Think I should lock the door? [ It's more sarcasm than not. If she came in here in a rage he could take her. He might get shot, but oh well, he'd heal. ]

[Davesprite looks up towards the door.]

Nah. Too far away.

[It's off-hand. Never mind Davesprite could lock a door without moving.]

Besides, that would mean she actually respected your shoddy ass form and we all know how embarrassing that would be.

Hey, my shoddy form kept me safe so can you lay off?

[ He's not even remotely serious, and he rolls his eyes. ] Pretty sure she just expects people to find her scary, all the orders and stuff. But nah. She's really tall, though. Taller than me. I guess that could be scary?

[Davesprite gives Isaac a skeptical look.]

Yeah, 'cause you're terrifying, dude.

[He is probably not the best person to ask when he's almost the same height as Isaac. In any case, he goes back to snooping through all these sports solicitations.]

Are you really gonna make people play fetch with you?

Maybe. I don't want to watch any more movies, and I'm tired of sitting around. But then it's like, do I tell all of them I'm a werewolf and probably better at sports than them, or.

[ Isaac sighs. It's a hard life, being a teenage werewolf in space. ] It's kickball, not fetch, by the way. Why, you wanna play?

So they kick the ball at you instead of throwing it, big difference. But nah, I don't know how to play soccer.

[He did it. He conflated kickball with soccer.]

And I'm a little higher on the weird scale compared to you [lol], so at least this way you can forego any introductions involving "by the way, my friend is a fucked up bird thing" when you get all obligated to drop the werewolf deets.

Uh. Kickball and soccer aren't the same. You know that, right? I mean one's baseball but with no bat and the other is... uh, soccer.

[ Isaac stares at his friend a little incredulously. ] You should play though, weird bird thing or not. I mean, once you get which sport we're playing.

[Davesprite gives Isaac a blank look. Then his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses.]

Are you telling me there's another sport out there as disingenuously named as football.

Kickball and Soccer are really different. Soccer has goals and stuff, Kickball has bases. I guess the names are sort of the same, but come on.

[ Plz, Davesprite, understand sports better. If there's one thing you can do for your friend, it's this. ] Now you have to play.

[Look, he almost definitely never went to school where he would have learned wtf kickball was. The only reason he knows what dodgeball is because there was a shitty sports comedy movie about it.]

Who says. You haven't even figured out where you're gonna do this, have you.

No, but I guess I can find a spot on the Iskaulit. Shouldn't be too hard if we're careful, I guess. And yes, dude, you're gonna play. I say so.

[ Have an elbow jab to the side, Davesprite. ]

[Davesprite elbows Isaac back without thinking about it.]

I'll believe it when I see you procure an actual ball. Didn't Newt fuck up the last one.

I got one on the last planet. It's under my bed. And yeah, Newt messed the last one up. Found pieces of it around my room for days.

[ Newton got very lucky he wasn't killed, too. Isaac was not pleased. ]

Uh. Wow. Here I thought he only managed to puncture the thing.

[Davesprite looks accusingly at foxsalamander probably chewing something on the floor.]

With his fucking sinister maw of landshark teeth and penchant for graveyard theft.

No, he hates me so he ruins my life in space.

[ Isaac doesn't even say it with any level of emotion. He just shrugs. ]

...wait, graveyard theft?

You know.

[Davesprite says it like it's obvious.]

The procurement of weird dead things from their final resting place.

Wait. Newton. You know, the weird fox. He goes grave digging?

[ Isaac is disturbed and concerned. ] I mean I used to dig those things how does he get down that far?

[Davesprite sighs a little and slouches to the side.]

There you go with the overly literal interpretation of everything I say again. Come on, man, you're fucking up my outlandish delivery of the facts.

[If you can call these facts.]

... so what did you mean? Because your explanation was pretty literal. 'Weird dead things from their final resting place' or something like that. Sounds like grave robbing to me.

[ ... So sorry, Davesprite. ]

I'm talking about my room. Or did you forget about the mummified aardvark remains I picked up a couple systems ago.

[Davesprite's bedroom is its own special kind of graveyard at this point.]

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