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.

Comments

[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.]

[frigidaire]

Right. You can't blame it all—

[ Isaac catches the ball without thinking, and then immediately regrets it as the fox pounces on him. ] Dude! [ He throws the ball at Davesprite instead, trying to shove the fox off his lap. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite gets out a single ha before Isaac lobs the ball at him.]

Nope.

[He juggles it right back at Isaac, possibly hitting him in the forehead. That's where he's aiming, after all, as Newton bounces back and forth between them.]

[frigidaire]

[ Lo and behold, it does hit him in the forehead. The ball drops into his lap and Newton flops across him, gnawing on the ball. Isaac has a goose egg beginning, but he's thankful that he heals quickly. ]

Next time I'm just gonna feed your wing to him or something. Bet he likes feathers. [ He pries the ball from Newton and throws it to another side of the room. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite is pretty sure he didn't throw the ball that hard, but welp.]

Great observation, dude. I'm pretty sure he likes everything.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac is a delicate flower, and the ball is hard, okay. Either way it's already fading, anyway. ]

Well then you can be the next sacrifice. I'm tired of losing socks and shoes. Pretty sure he hides them or something. Takes after you.

[feathery]

I don't hide shit—

[Yes, he does. He probably cached something before they had this conversation.]

The fact he's disappearing your shoes is just a mark against you, anyway. They're fucking shoes, how many places could he put them.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac gives a skeptical snort. Like Davesprite doesn't hide things all the time. Isaac isn't an idiot. ]

He doesn't really hide them he just moves them. Under the bed, in the closet, under the table, under some clothes... he's creative, okay?

[feathery]

[The very creative fox retrieves the ball and pounces back onto the bed, tail wagging as he deposits it in Isaac's lap.

Davesprite cocks an eyebrow.]

You're getting outsmarted by the fuzzball favorite. [Because Newton is Davesprite and Isaac's favorite on a ship with a large pet population, lbr.]

[frigidaire]

No, I'm playing with him. I know exactly what I'm doing, I'm in control of this situation.

[ No, he's not. He throws the ball again to let the little fox bounce after it. How many times has Isaac been stuck doing this in his time aboard the Wonderduck? A lot. ]

[feathery]

Sure you are.

[Davesprite takes that as his cue to roll to his feet.]

I'm gonna get something to eat, so keep the foxmander busy.

[frigidaire]

Don't eat all of the food.

[ If his friend does, he'll be mad. Isaac actually needs sustenance, whereas Davesprite doesn't. That would be a friendship-ending offense. ]