just keep swimming;

[feathery]

Who: Wonderducks and any visitors!
Broadcast: nahhh
Action: all aboard the bird ship
When: from now until whenever the next crew mingle goes up, probs

[Time to get our ducks in a row! Whether it involves cat scrutiny, waystation avoidance (gotta protect those credits), or interior decorating, it's time to find out what y'all are up to. We're doing it, man. We're making shit transpire.]

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[feathery]

[Davesprite has purchased some magnets. A shitload of magnets, in fact. And he is painstakingly (ok, not really painstakingly and more like haphazardly) tacking them to the refrigerator. He may very well be in the way of anyone trying to get lunch as he spells out incredibly deep and profound messages.

Otherwise, he's probably mixing together some really horrific drink concoction between the ship shit and whatever he found in the last star system, or playing pinball in the rec area, or hanging out on the bridge. Probably while listening to weird space music and possibly while mumbling indecipherably to himself, because he gets bored easily. I'm sorry he is still the captain for some godforsaken reason, guys.]

bc we need more threads didnt you know

[frigidaire]

[ Now that the fleet has moved on, Isaac is recuperating from being too close to other moons and overwhelmed by the factions. Which, in short, means he's just woken up from a nap. He stumbles, half awake, into the kitchen and stops to just stare at his friend, blocking use of the fridge.

The worst offense of all. ]

Pretty sure we're all out of fuckwits, sorry. [ He might even make the letters more crooked. Swipe one away to join the letter magnet graveyard. Friendship. ]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[feathery]

It's "fucksticks". Respect the distinction.

[This would be more convincing if he sounded like he cared. He drags a few more letters into position beneath the newly appointed "fuck icKs" that read "piSS off".]

[frigidaire]

[ He glances back at the letters, blinks a few times. Swipes the other 's' away to make "fuck ick" ]

Yeah, real distinction. I'm so impressed. Dude, I need breakfast, you're in the way.

[ Isaac scrubs his hands over his face, then back through his hair. ] Have you been sitting here doing this all night dude?

[feathery]

What, no. I know we all struggle with the burden of shrink wrap sometimes, but it doesn't take that long to extract a bunch of magnets from its overly clingy grasp.

[He uses a finger to slide some more letters around to reveal a newly astute message.

fuckwicK
isAaC is A piSS woff

He is not moving.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac idly watches Davesprite re-arrange the letters. ]

You're hilarious. Has anyone ever told you that? I mean comedy gold, you should tour with that act, it'd make you the big bucks.

[ His voice could not be dryer. In fact, the kitchen might just be filled with sand it's so dry. He reaches out and begins to poke his friend in the side of the head. Repeatedly. ] Dude, come on, two seconds then you can go back to your secret messages or whatever. [ He moves one of the fs off, replaces it with an extra 'o'. It now says woof. ]

Where did all the Ls go?

[feathery]

Hey.

[He swats Isaac's hand away from his head, even as he steps out of the way.]

If we're missing any Ls, I'm not the one responsible. I bought like five packs of these suckers so I could swear to my heart's content in block letters meant for a six-year-old.

[frigidaire]

[ Once Davesprite is clear, he opens the fridge and idly stares at it before pulling out a half eaten sandwich from the day before. It's not going to be great, but it will be edible. He is a human garbage disposal. ]

I'm glad you've realized your true calling in life. Vulgar fridge magnet poetry. [ He plops down in a seat near the fridge, mostly because moving anywhere else requires effort. He's still in his space jammies okay, he's not a functioning person yet. ] You bought five sets though?

[feathery]

[Davesprite moves most of the magnets aside with a splayed hand, once Isaac is done. This leaves only fuckwick and woof behind.

He sits down next to Isaac, bouncing one knee, and rests his crossed arms on the table.]

Something like that. [He says it absently, momentarily inspecting Isaac's sandwich before he deems it uninteresting.] I didn't bother counting. Means we've got a shitload of numbers, though, and I'm not into the leetspeaking life.

[frigidaire]

Leet... speaking?

[ He was locked in a freezer as an adolescent. They don't have the internet in the land of GEs and frigidaires. ]

Is that a weird alien language or something? [ He sees those eyes on his sandwich, too, and pulls it a little closer to himself before taking a bite. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite visibly pauses.]

Isaac. Dude. Are you sure we're from the same decade?

[frigidaire]

Yeah. I mean I think we are. When were you born again?

[ Excuse him as he talks around a mouthful of sandwich. ] 'Cause I've never heard of that language or whatever it is.

[feathery]

[He ignores the question about when he was born for more pressing matters.]

Were you deprived of the internet your whole life. How far removed from reality do you have to be to miss out on the horrors of leetspeak.

[cajunspice]

[Remy’s routine hasn’t changed that much when he is on board the ship and not working at the Space Bar; going about his normal exercise routine, cooking in the kitchen either to try new ideas out or just to make food for his shipmates, or just hanging around to chat as he spots people. The main differences is he now typically has a cat in his arms and one in each front pocket of his coat. Sometimes he lets them down to roam along with him, exploring the ship but also making sure they don’t get too far or annoy the others. He also is allow them to learn to climb, both on items on the ship and himself, or on others if they allow it.

He may have even set up a little course for them in the bay, using old boxes that items were shipped in to make them climbing ledges and places to play on.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Hey, what's this Remy? Oh, he came to visit you, that's what. Look, every now and then he needs to come to your place for a dalliance rather than his own, and it was a nice respite from certain - well, you knew what. It was hard having frisky youngsters being shipmates sometimes.

He comes into the kitchen, picking up one of the exploring kittens, scratching beneath their chin as he wanders over to Remy with a teasing smirk. ]</sub>

Already becoming to much for you, are they?

[cajunspice]

[Having turned his head just enough to spot who belonged to the footsteps as they had entered the kitchen, Remy turned back to what he was working on, smiling at Kirk's words.] Ahh, didn't feel right to keep them all cooped up in m' room, gotta let them explore. [In saying that, the little grey one was sticking close to his feet, circling around them as cats did. The other one, still loose, was trying to jump from chair to chair, not always with success.] How ya doin', cher?

[universal_charm]

Good thing cats are considered lucky for ships.

_{[ He kept the kitten to his chest, rubbing at the scruff of her neck and behind ears as he leaned in and kissed Remy's cheek. ]}

I'm fine, I just needed a break from my own silver halls for a bit. That, and I could smell your cooking.

[cajunspice]

'm pretty sure that was because they used to catch 'nd eat any pests that got on board, which I'm all happy for them to do, but really hopin' we don't have a space-rat 'nfestation or something here. [Yes, 'space-rat', because clearly they were in space and that made sense.

A smile to the kiss, Remy did however put on a mock glare for a moment,] Ya better had meant that as a compliment. [But was unable to keep up the act while around one of his favorite people on the Fleet.] Because if not, ya need ya head checked it ya don't think my cookin' is amazin'.

[universal_charm]

Lord help us if we get infested with tribbles.

_{[ He shuddered at the very thought of it. They were cute at first glance, but once they started breeding... lord help you. ]}

When it's not attempting to burn my tongue out of my mouth, it's delightful.

_{[ He hasn't forgotten your little prank, Remy, and he nips your ear as a reminder too before backing off and going to sit , cupping the kitten in his lap. ]}

Hopefully you made enough for two?

[cajunspice]

[That thought made Remy pause, thinking of the chaos tribbles would cause.] Yeah, would have to jettison all the food. Though seems kinda cruel to starve them to death... could shove them onto a ship with people we don't like in it. [On that same thought.] Would think the Fleet would have some sort of anti-contamination system in place to stop us all getting sick with... space-flu or something, let 'long bigger stuff.

[However any deeper thought on that was instantly brush away from his mind at the mention of that prank, grinning as he spoke.] Ya seemed to survive it just fine. Not that I would want to ever really risk that tongue of ya's.

[universal_charm]

You would think, but tribbles are notorious for infesting just about anything and everything and they reproduce at almost the fastest rate in the known universe. Even Klingons have listed them as a sworn enemy. Just contemplate that for a bit.

_{[ He smirked, holding the kitten tighter to his chest and kissing her forehead as she purred loudly. ]}

Whatever would you do if I lost my tongue, mmm?

[cajunspice]

I would be 'ncredibly saddened to not hear ya sweet voice again. [Remy put on a soft smile, placing a hand over his heart to finish up the act, before letting it slip after a moment or two into it's normal smirk.

As for the cooking.] 'm tryin' to get fresh pasta to work for the Bar. Wish had access to something that resembled tomatoes out here, feels like a scavenger hunt every time we land somewhere to try 'nd find fresh produce.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk laughed at the teasing and batted his eyelashes like a charmed maiden for a heart beat before turning his attention to the pasta. ]}

I don't know why Atroma doesn't just invest in replicators. It would make thinks a lot easier.

_{[ He sniffed at the pot, leaning over Remy's shoulder. ]}

Need a taste tester?

[cajunspice]

Tea, Earl Grey, Hot? [Whoops. That caused Remy to pause from what he was doing, realizing that, well...] Don't worry, ya wouldn't get the reference. [Waving off what he just said and hoping Kirk wouldn't read too much into it, Remy moved on.] Ah mon Dieu, that would be great. Won't pretend to understand how they work, but would make life a lot simpler... or put me out of a job, not sure which.

Always. [A smile over his shoulder to Kirk before pointing out where the forks were kept.] I mean, I know we get rations of that dried merde, but fresh pasta always be better, even if had to make it without eggs.

[universal_charm]

_{[ No, he did not get it Remy, and he gave you a weird look, but decides to just let it go. Not worth pursuing when there's the promise of food and a handsome body to press up against at the same time. He moved off to get a fork as directed and returned to his position, holding it out to be given his bite. ]}

Fresh always beats fried or processed. The replicators at least get it mostly right. This should be a treat - you know, assuming I can taste it.

_{[ Might be a dig for the last time, Remy. ]}