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]

And that dramatic reveal earns you a month's bonus in sweet audience cred. You're rolling in the dough like Newt rolls around in dead things, if you give him half a chance.

[In any case, he finally settles on getting himself a nasty drink of mixed flavors.]

Living in space isn't that weird.

[frigidaire]

Right, except for the fact that we have pretty messed up foods, we go to some really weird planets, and it's boring. I'd say that's pretty weird.

[ Nevermind him, he's just being cranky. ]

There's nothing for the audience to be shocked by, surprised they still tune in at all.

[feathery]

[Davesprite shrugs.]

Maybe they brought us in as extras. We just stand around in the background while all the exciting shit happens elsewhere. You know, I'd almost be down with that if they fucking asked.

[frigidaire]

Right, because they saw a teenage werewolf and a space traveling bird kid and thought we'd be a great boring background for this place.

[ ... really, Davesprite? He gives his friend's drink a suspect look. ] Do you even need to drink that?

[feathery]

[Isaac gets a look from over the top of Davesprite's glass.]

Why. You want it?

you wanted unused icons so

[frigidaire]

No. That looks disgusting. How many flavors did you put in that thing?

[ He doesn't really trust any of Davesprite's instincts on food and flavors after he watched his friend be lured to eat bugs. There's always a moment of doubt. ]

so thoughtful

[feathery]

All the colorful ones.

[So orange, green, and blue. What does that actually taste like? It is a mystery.

But Davesprite shrugs and drinks it like it ain't no thing, because there's no way he hasn't done this before.]

God, I miss apple juice.

i do my best

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac frowns, turning his head away in disgust. Why would anyone mix those colors? Blue tastes weird and green is okay if it's watered down. He usually just sticks with orange. ]

I want a coke. Or chocolate milk. Not some gross alien version, either.

[feathery]

[Don't be such a racist, Isaac. Even if your best friend should be orange.

Davesprite makes a face.]

The only milk I've seen has been blue, and I'm kinda not sure if it was actually milk. Chocolate milk would just be a waste of chocolate resources at this point. [...] Shit, doesn't chocolate have milk in it?

[frigidaire]

It probably wasn't milk.

[ And if it is, he doesn't want to know where it comes from. Alien planets are weird, okay. ]

But yeah I think it... does? I don't know how chocolate's made. It definitely doesn't grow on trees.