o3; godzilla in space

[frigidaire]

Who: Isaac Lahey and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: video or action if on the Wonderduck!
When: right now!

[ Open on one bored teenage werewolf. While the festivities have been great, the planet a little weird, and the creepy message weirder, he's relatively unfazed. He comes from a world where tree women come to life and ghost ninjas take over, so.

He's sprawled on his stomach on his bed, the camera is pointed up a little too high, cutting off some of his face. He's bored, okay? ]

Celebrations and stuff are cool and all, but it gets a little old sometimes on these ships. I think I've watched every movie I have like twelve times. Anyone have any other good ones? I have an alien version of Godzilla. I mean, as close as an alien movie can get to Godzilla. Uh, it has a giant monster and what I think is a city. So that counts, right?

Maybe we can do a movie night thing again. [ A shrug. ] I know a guy who can cook good food for it and I think our captain can still make space doritos, so. [ #priorities. Don't volunteer your shipmates, Isaac. But go ahead, tell him your thoughts! ]

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ahahahaha omg ISAAC

[survivalistcookbook]

[Scrape, stir, scrape, stir - he glances back curiously at the unfamiliar burr of a sound and promptly yelps and jumpscares right into the counter. Stares for several long seconds, until little by little he's dissolving into relieved laughter because-

-yeah. Okay. It's still Isaac. Just a monster-faced Isaac. Who is still waiting for his icee.]

Wow. Okay. That's . . . way less wolfy than I was expecting, actually. [The drink is more or less slush by this point, and he shakes the can free of the packed ice, spooning and shaking it into a glass to hand over.] Here you go, killer.

[frigidaire]

[ He doesn't exactly check his werewolf self out in a mirror often enough to describe what he sees. It's not pretty, either way. He's used to the laughter, though, especially since he's friends with Davesprite.

His face slowly reverts back to its normal features. It would be seriously difficult to drink a slushie with those fangs, okay. ]

I haven't killed anyone yet. [ It's offhand, blunt, probably right between serious and a joke. It's hard to tell with Isaac sometimes. He takes the slushie though and tries it. ]

Dude, how do you do that?

[survivalistcookbook]

[Not a literal killer. Not what Eugene was angling for with that quip, but good to know.]

Super-cold ice, plus constant stirring to keep the ice crystal size small. The ice chunks never get small enough if you start with big pieces of frozen stuff and just put them in the blender. [He leans back against the counter and watches, gratified by the positive reception.] Close enough to the real thing?

[frigidaire]

Isn't all ice super cold?

[ He's not gonna question it too much because this slushie is amazing. ] Yeah, it's close enough. It doesn't taste like space food, anyway. You're pretty good at this stuff.

[survivalistcookbook]

[He has to laugh under his breath at that, nodding. It is. It's just that some ice mixtures are super-colder than others. Isaac's just lucky he looks to be enjoying the slushie too much to be subjected to a chemistry lesson.]

Thanks. It's actually kind of fun, having a challenge. I guess a hobby's more satisfying when you're not the only one who gets to enjoy the results.