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?

[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.]

[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?

[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?

[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.

[frigidaire]

I pretty much played sports or helped my dad work, okay? Didn't really do the whole internet thing much. I played some video games, though.

[ And he was locked in the freezer a lot, but it's FINE. ] But whatever, I don't know what it is. Big deal.

[feathery]

A huge deal. A fucking gargantuan titan of a deal.

[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.]

[frigidaire]

[ No less, why is he allowed to talk to a very sleepy Isaac Lahey. He just stares at him, and it doesn't even look like he's trying to make sense of what Davesprite has said. Pretty house, nobody home. ]

Uh, right.

[ He sticks two of the dinosaur magnets together. ] These ones are pretty cool, though. How'd you say that in leet speak?

[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.

[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?

[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.