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

[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. ]}

[cajunspice]

Ahh, ya fine. I didn't put 'nough in to harm ya permanently. [Shaking his head at Kirk, though it was also accompanied with a smile, Remy took the fork for him long enough to wind a trail of pasta up around it then handed it back. Sadly lack of tomato meant he couldn't do anything remotely Italian influenced or even Cajun, for with the flavors he was lacking, so he stuck more to an Asian twist on the provided teryaki sauce the Fleet provided. Modified of course.] Since ya asked so nicely.

[universal_charm]

You're just lucky I'm tougher than I look.

_{[ He's going to give you grief forever, Remy, but it's only because he cares, really. He wouldn't do it to someone he disliked. He took up the fork once Remy had gotten it nice and loaded with noodles, popping them in his mouth and humming as he chewed, savoring the flavor, testing it. Finally he smacked his lips and licked them. ]}

Not bad. You should add some nuts into it, maybe.

[cajunspice]

[Remy wouldn't have it any other way, nor expected any less.] Ya 'nd ya fancy, future, space tastes. Maybe if we find some on the next planet. [He had used most of the others he had found at the Space Bar and their menu.] I got work tomorrow but got tonight free, feel like causing some trouble at Málum? [Rather than at Nami's place, no reason to annoy the boss.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk laughed into Remy's ear before he leaned back and away. ]}

Malum, huh? Why not? It would be a nice change of a pace and I usually like your brand of trouble.

Just so long as we don't end up banned.

[cajunspice]

Considerin' who owns it, 'm sure we can bribe our way back in if it comes to that. [Crowley seems like the type to overlook such an incident if enough money was offered his way, and while Remy didn't have access to as much currency as he did back home, he was accumulating a nice sum to his name. The series of guild planets certainly helped out with that, able to pick up a number of thieving jobs while the Fleet was there.

Never know when extra cash would come in handy.] 'nd I know ya can clean up nice 'nough for us to get in there. [A sly grin aimed Kirk's way with that compliment.]

[universal_charm]

And you're good at that sort of thing are you?

_{[ It's hardly an accusation from the sounds of it, though he does huff a little bit at the 'cleaning up' bit. He puts his hands on his hips and mock glares at the other man. ]}

What do you mean clean up? I look just fine, thank you, and you know I hate suits.

[cajunspice]

It's worked at times. [As he said this, Remy was turning the heat off the pot he was working, moving it away so it wouldn't burn, and turning to face Kirk. Grinning, he took a step closer to the other man, a hand slipping around his waist.] Maybe, but I do like takin' them off ya.

[universal_charm]

Maybe if you ask nicely I'll wear one for you one night. Maybe for your birthday. That way you can unwrap your present.

_{[ He knows that is a terrible, horrible joke, and he doesn't care from the grin on his face. He knows how you appreciate cheesy jokes, Remy. ]}

[cajunspice]

[Luckily Remy was more than capable of making equally horrible jokes, and so equally appreciated them from others, a bark of a laugh showing as much.] Only if ya wearin' a pink bow as well. Magenta, not baby pink or 'nything too light, but ya can choose where ya put it.

[universal_charm]

Heh, all right then - but only if you ask nicely.

_{[ He stepped away from him and crossed his arms, smirking. ]}

So?

[cajunspice]

Do ya really need me to help sooth ya ego? I didn't know it was that fragile. [They were playing it like this? Ok, Remy could do that.]

Cher, ya be a stunnin' representation of the male figure, in body 'nd in mind. Truly, it would be difficult to find any other who could compare to ya... other than moi. [Yeah, Remy couldn't help but add that last part.]