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.]

Comments

[feathery]

[Did Isaac reverse polarity on one of those magnets so they can fuse together to become a hideous frankendino.]

How do I say what in leetspeak.

[frigidaire]

That these look cool.

[ 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.

[feathery]

[Tragically for Isaac, Davesprite skips the leetspeaking inquiry, because he refuses to do a vocal imitation of Terezi Pyrope.]

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.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, you definitely have thunder thighs.

[ 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.

[feathery]

You're stuck with reparations if he does. I paid good money for these prehistoric magnets.

[He sticks a couple more half-dinos in line with Isaac's magnets. It's like a morbid display.]

[frigidaire]

Whoa, I'm not responsible for that demon fox.

[ 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.

[feathery]

[He snags the dino butt out of midair before it can hit him in the face.]

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.

[frigidaire]

Then you're gonna start babysitting because he's found out if he wakes me up he gets attention. Even if I just throw a pillow at him. He thinks its fun. Then you wake me up and it's like I don't need sleep at all.

[ He's a sleepy woof, even now, and chucks another dino butt at him halfheartedly. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite catches and throws this one back.]

You sleep all the time.

[And Davesprite gets bored and lonely, ok. :'(]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, because I get woken up ever couple hours by one of you assholes.

[ 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.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just looks perplexed by that declaration.]

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?

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I carry one around because I just like being a hairy freak all the time.

[ ... 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. ]

[feathery]

Still doesn't tell me how you know there's gonna be a full moon, but ok.

[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.

[frigidaire]

I was guessing, it would be a full moon on Earth. I wrote it down.

[ 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.

[feathery]

Do you think Eugene could make mozzarella sticks.

[These are the important questions of their time.]

[frigidaire]

Maybe. If he could figure out a way to make really good cheese. But I guess even okay cheese would be good fried, right?

[ Isaac shrugs and slides down, slouching in his chair. ]

Ask him.

[feathery]

Nah. I left my communicator in my room. I'll get it later.

[And obviously he's too busy balancing his chair on two legs to find Eugene right now.]

[frigidaire]

[ The temptation to tip his friend's chair is almost too difficult to resist, but he does. ]

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.

[feathery]

K. I'll worry about it if that ever sounds likely.

[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.]

[frigidaire]

What do you—

[ 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.

[feathery]

[Davesprite pushes himself back from the table, surprised. It's a pretty minor shock, but it's enough that he gets distracted and loses control of the shadow. It slaps back down to the ground and Isaac's chair immediately goes out from beneath him.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac falls, even though he'd tried to hold onto the table. He ends up folded over on himself instead before he hits the floor. ]

I hate you. [ There's no malice, just resignation. This is his life. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite starts and ducks to look under the table, as soon as he realizes what happened.]

I didn't do that on purpose.

[frigidaire]

I don't believe you.

[ He rolls to sit up, looking across at his friend. ] Like seriously, you had me balanced on one leg, and then just... accidentally let go.

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[feathery]

I got—zapped or something, I dunno what happened.

[He gets up and flips the upended chair back onto its legs.]

If I was gonna knock you over, I would have just done it.