bird dave (
feathery) wrote in
driftfleet2016-09-18 11:30 pm
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just keep swimming;
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.]
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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[ Excuse him as he talks around a mouthful of sandwich. ] 'Cause I've never heard of that language or whatever it is.
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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.
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[ And he was locked in the freezer a lot, but it's FINE. ] But whatever, I don't know what it is. Big deal.
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[He scoots around some of the sad half dinosaur magnets left on the table.]
Your deal is so colossal it's trapped you in its gravitation well as it transforms into a supermassive black hole.
[Why is he allowed to talk.]
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Uh, right.
[ He sticks two of the dinosaur magnets together. ] These ones are pretty cool, though. How'd you say that in leet speak?
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How do I say what in leetspeak.
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[ He's found a matching set, but the front end is a brontosaurus and the back end is a t-rex. ] What do you think this dinosaur would be called? If it had wings it could be named after you.
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Are you saying I've got thunder thighs. How dare you.
[He doesn't sound bothered in the least. He does turn the brontosaurus's head up to look at Isaac, though.]
Looks more like you in the face, anyway.
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[ Please, Davesprite. He slouches, folding his arms on the table, resting his head on one. ] My neck isn't long enough, but I guess I can see it.
[ He pulls the dinos apart and sticks their magnet ends on the table, assuming it's metal. ] Newt's gonna try to eat these, I bet.
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[He sticks a couple more half-dinos in line with Isaac's magnets. It's like a morbid display.]
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[ He tosses one of the dino butts at Davesprite. ] He might take up space in my room sometime but I'm pretty sure you're the one who spent money on him. So that's your deal.
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Nah, man, the adoption papers went through and everything. You're stuck with him for life, especially since you're his favorite. Next thing you know, he'll be bringing you Number One Dad mugs for Father's Day.
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[ He's a sleepy woof, even now, and chucks another dino butt at him halfheartedly. ]
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You sleep all the time.
[And Davesprite gets bored and lonely, ok. :'(]
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[ Isaac gives Davesprite a look. ] And the full moon isn't that far away. I think if I actually got eight hours of sleep a night, I might not be tired all the time. Or if it wasn't so boring here.
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How can there be a full moon when all we're surrounded by are waystations. Have you been keeping one in your pocket the whole time?
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[ ... really, Davesprite. (NIX!!!!) ] Nah, there were just a bunch of moons at our last stop. Though being with the factions helped when I could just fight it out. It's still tiring.
[ I'm not even. These moons have the special quality needed for Isaac to feel the pull of transformation mildly. Who knows what those qualities are, or when they'll be determined, but they were there, damn it. ]
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[He doesn't actually care how it works; he just does this shit to bug Isaac within acceptable bugging parameters. Should have been a beetlesprite, tbh.]
Do you think the next system will have mozzarella sticks. I really want mozzarella sticks.
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[ Well, he did some shoddy math so his dates are probably all off, anyway. It's just in his head. ]
Mozarella sticks sound good, though. Or a hotdog, maybe. Any real food, actually.
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[These are the important questions of their time.]
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[ Isaac shrugs and slides down, slouching in his chair. ]
Ask him.
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[And obviously he's too busy balancing his chair on two legs to find Eugene right now.]
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When you fall and crack your thick skull open, I'm gong to laugh my ass off. [ He gestures vaguely to the chair then idly looks around. ] I bet Eugene will, too. Or maybe he'll just blow up because you're interrupting his cooking or something.
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[Davesprite sets his chair down with a dull thunk and it is really obvious he's about to do something from the way he turns to Isaac. What that something is becomes clear a second later, when he uses the shadow from Isaac's chair to abruptly balance it on one of its back legs. He isn't trying to tip Isaac out of it (yet), but. That sure is a thing.]
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[ Isaac yelps and reaches to grip the table when his chair tips to one leg. Unfortunately for Davesprite, though, the table is metal and in Isaac's panic, a tiny shock runs through it. Surprise, Davesprite. ] Dude.
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you wanted unused icons so
so thoughtful
i do my best
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