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[avocadoatlaw]

Who: Matt Murdock + anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: When he arrives after the Shuffle


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[ Matt hates confetti, there's nothing worse for upsetting his senses than over stimulation. So he stands, waiting for the 'celebration' to pass. He'd only been in the last room (ship?) long enough to be moved along to the next, so now here he was, trying to get his bearing through a snowstorm of flying paper.

Once he does, at least a bit, he can focus on the refreshments. It's clearly party food, which seems safe enough, so he assembles his stick and moves forward. ]

I, uh, hello?

[ He clears his throat. ]

My name's Matt Murdock, and I think you all are expecting me.

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[ Later, Matt sits in front of the monitor, dark red glasses covering his eyes. He's calm, but it's clear that he's holding back stronger emotions. ]

If anyone seeing this knows me, I need to know you're here. Suffice to say, I have a few questions.

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[feathery]

[There is a bird on the bird ship. Well, not precisely a bird, but a kid with bird wings. And sunglasses. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He ends up poking his head through one of the doors (sometimes he just doesn't feel like opening them) and blinks at Matt and then the cane, before he returns his attention to Matt.]

I dunno about "expecting", but hey man, if that makes us sound more competent... [There's a beat of silence, before he scoffs a little at himself, amused.] Who am I kidding, I'm hypothetically in charge and that's not fooling anyone. I'm Davesprite, sup.

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt walks towards the voice, the confetti finally stopping and his senses righting themselves. Still, he swings his cane as he moves, not letting on.

Does this guy have wings>?]

In charge? Does that mean you can tell me what's going on?

[feathery]

Uhhh, not. That kind of in charge. Well, I mean I can give you the general rundown everyone gets if you missed out and need the "surprise, motherfucker, you are now in space" spiel. Bonus information, free of charge includes: you've been kidnapped into a pocket dimension, on behalf of a reality TV show. Yes, this is as fucking dumb as it sounds. No, no one in the Fleet knows when Atroma will shuffle us back whence we came. If they will at all.

[He talks a lot; it's very unfortunate. He phases the rest of the way through the door so he's at least standing in the hall with Matt.]

I do got the very prestigious and totally meaningless title of captain of the Wonderwall, though. [He never uses the ship's actual name. Sorry, world.]

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt sighs deeply. ]

I suppose there's no way to verify any of that?

[feathery]

[He shrugs in a ruffle of feathers.]

Well, the space thing is pretty verified, but I don't advise taking a trip out the airlock to make sure.

[avocadoatlaw]

Don't worry, I'm not that curious. But has anyone actually met the kidnappers? Or seen this show?

[feathery]

Nope. Not unless you wanna count the broadcasts they sometimes do and almost never answer. Whoever they are, they seem kinda low on the authority totem pole.

[It would probably help if he sounded more worried, but he's been here a long fucking time.]

There are a lot of theories about the reality TV angle, I guess.

[avocadoatlaw]

So, if we throw that out, assume it's all a lie, what are we left with? Floating around in space for no reason?

[feathery]

Well, that's the most boring option. And the least likely, considering they think it's necessary to do brain surgery on everyone and keep us under surveillance all the time.

[Oh, wait. Belatedly, he adds,] Well, not all the time. Someone blacked us out for a while. Sucks we took those boxes out.

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt shakes his head, obviously not understanding the reference. ]

What boxes?

[feathery]

I guess they weren't exactly boxes...

[He cocks his head, birdlike, as he thinks it over.]

But someone scrambled the communication arrays on all of the ships, so Atroma couldn't get through. Shit was pretty nice, to be honest, even if we only figured it out in retrospect.

[avocadoatlaw]

How do they usual communicate? Do they give orders?

[feathery]

If you wanna count abduction and their sleazy thirst for quality entertainment an order. Usually they just pester us through the network, though. Main reason they give us communicators at all, probably, since reading people's chat logs has to be boring.

[Never mind that's literally how Davesprite's canon is written.]

[avocadoatlaw]

So they leave us to our own devices generally.

[feathery]

[He shrugs again, belatedly remembers the cane, and adds,] Sure. How long is this cross-examination gonna last? I got a couple questions of my own.

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt nods. ]

Go ahead.

[feathery]

Do you have any problems with birds. Or—wolves, I guess. Foxes? We have cats, too. And the puppyfied fusion of a dog and a bear.

[Two members of this list are also teenage boys, but details.]

Sorry, man, you got shuttled onto a veritable zoo.

[avocadoatlaw]

Uh... there's a bear? On the spaceship?

[feathery]

A polar bear dog, actually. That one's not my fault.

[avocadoatlaw]

You've lost me. Is that an alien thing?

[feathery]

No? I mean I don't think so. You'd have to ask Korra if you want more deets on that sitch.

[avocadoatlaw]

Yeah, I'm thinking I'll need some "deets".

[ A beat. ]

I'm supposed to have a room, right? I should find it, it's been a long day.

[feathery]

Sure. Rooms are off this way—uh, to your left. Do you need help or anything? The only blind person I met before could smell her way around, so.

[Davesprite is pretty sure Terezi only had a cane to shank people with it.]

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Huh. Maybe he should just be honest about what he can do after all.

He'll consider it. ]

Thanks. I think I'll be fine.

[feathery]

K, cool. I'll leave you to it, then.

[And Davesprite pockets his hands before he turns to head towards the kitchen. His teenage priorities are in order.]