o2; sportsball!

[frigidaire]

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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[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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?

[feathery]

[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?

[frigidaire]

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?

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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?

[feathery]

You know.

[Davesprite says it like it's obvious.]

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

[frigidaire]

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?

[feathery]

[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.]

[frigidaire]

... 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. ]

[feathery]

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.]

[frigidaire]

[ The analogy his friend makes isn't bad, though. Isaac could see how Davesprite's room and the unknown spaces under his bed could be considered a graveyard. ]

...yeah, I forgot about it and was pretty okay with forgetting about it, thanks. Remember the part where I basically put my face on that thing when I was lying down on your floor? Because I do. Why do you need so many dead things?

[feathery]

[Shrug.]

Why not. They're cool.

[He picks up one of the small balls laying around the room.]

I told you not to lie on the floor.

[frigidaire]

I didn't want a face full of wing. That's what happens if I sit on the bed next to you. I just get smacked in the face.

[ 'On accident' should be implied, but Isaac knows it's likely never an accident. Or that's what he's told himself. ]

But looking at the creepy dead things on your floor isn't great, either.

[feathery]

The only time creepy dead things end up on the floor is when Newt gets them. I'm just saying.

[Newt, who is looking at the ball Davesprite's hand in fascination.]

Here.

[Davesprite tosses the ball to Isaac and Newton practically levitates from the floor to the bed in pursuit of the ball.]