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o3; godzilla in space

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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I have the liquid and the setup, and they freeze pretty quick. [He's maybe been obsessing over this challenge. Just a little.] The trick was putting together an ice cream maker.

You made an ice cream maker? Does this mean ice cream is possible, too? You're a genius.

[ Seriously, if the ship is going down in flames, Eugene is gonna be saved first by security woof. ]

In theory? Absolutely. At the very least we should be able to pull together a decent soft serve.

[He waves him over.]

Come on. I have everything set up in the kitchen.

I'm glad someone knows how to use that stuff.

[ The kitchen is a bit foreign to him, save for the food they've gotten on the planets and moons. He's not sure what to do with some of this protein and gel stuff. ]

This is awesome, thanks for giving it a try. Makes this place a little more like home, I guess.

I know what you mean. Creature comforts, right?

[They get to the kitchen, and there on the counter is . . . a can. A big can, apparently salvaged from somewhere by the scuffs and dings. It's packed with ice, and there's a smaller can inside, as well as a cup of violently red liquid on the counter next to it. (Yes, he has a slushie mise en place. Shut up.) Liquid into the inner can, a reach into the freezer for a little more ice to pack around the edges, which he intersperses with generous shakes of salt. And then? He starts stirring.]

I don't think I ever caught where you come from.

[ Anything to be a little more like home helps. The Wonderduck is basically home to him now, it's been so long, and he's not sure how he would handle himself if he went back. Whether he remembered or not, it makes him uncomfortable. ]

Beacon Hills, California. It's very exciting. [ Isaac rolls his eyes, leaning elbows on the counter and watching Eugene's creation. ] How do you know to do this stuff?

I was a food journalist before the outbreak. [Has he told Isaac about that? He's pretty sure he has. Honestly, he doesn't keep track anymore of who does or doesn't know about the entire zombie situation.] I guess I was always interested in food and cooking. And you get a lot of time to daydream about this stuff when half of your meals are out of cans or foraged from the English countryside.

Outbreak?

[ Oh, no, he hasn't heard this story. It's likely he's heard a little bit in passing from his friends (aka Bird Dave), but still he wants to hear more. What teeanger wouldn't. ]

I guess our stuff here looks gourmet then, doesn't it?

[Oops. Well, it looks like he's mentioned it now.]

It has its good and bad points. There's less vegetation in space, and we definitely get less meat out here, even if most of our meat back home was fish and game. But then again, there's stuff here that I didn't have much access to anymore at home. Sugar, coffee, reliable access to oil and flour and spices. [He gives a sardonic smirk, scraping ice crystals off the walls of the inner can with the spoon before continuing stirring.] A zombie apocalypse makes you eat local in a big way. And I got stuck in England when it happened, which . . . well. Let's just say that in terms of what you can grow there, it's no California.

Whoa, you're living in a zombie apocalypse? I guess a space TV show isn't all that bad then.

[ Maybe he shouldn't compare at all, but Isaac leans against teh counter to watch Eugene work. He also probably does it to make talking easier on his own neck. He's 6'2" of teenage werewolf. ]

And I thought that was only made up stuff. [ Yeah, Isaac, so are werewolves, but... ] I'm glad you're here, though.

[For a fraction of a second, Eugene can't reply, because the first words that come to mind are just jagged-edged icy things that burr into his stomach too deep to spit out. Because he's not glad he's here. It doesn't matter that it's safer here, that he's never really had to worry about starving or dying of infection or being flayed by ravening corpses. He has people he cares about back there. He has a husband, back there, who he's probably never going to see again.

But Isaac is glad he's here. That's something. Enough to melt the worst of the sharp edges, and make it easier to look up at him with a flicker of a smirk.]

Hey, if it's running from zoms or perfecting the fine art of the makeshift slushie? I know which one I'm going for. [He snorts.] Anyway, name me a member of our crew who doesn't come from a world with made-up stuff.

[ Isaac is very good at stumbling into situations where he pisses people off by mistake. In fact, it's likely his best skill and he just doesn't know it. Ask his best friend — this happens more than it should. He has a bad case of speaking before he thinks. ]

I guess we have a lot of strange people here. [ Isaac shrugs a little bit, peering into the slushie maker. ] Especially on our ship. I'd say maybe you and Jennifer are probably the most normal, but that's because both of you are good at useful things. Cooking and medicine. And at least this kind of stuff— [ He gestures at the slushie. ] —makes it feel a little more like home. Or at least a little more normal than a ship in space. I just turn into a werewolf, so, you know. Pretty useful.

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Yeah, I've been curious about that. Is that just whenever you want to turn into a werewolf? Is there some kind of trigger? [He shows off the slush when Isaac leans in - it's about half done, shiny crystals just starting to form a skim on the surface of the liquid.] How does that whole thing work?

Uh, I mean I can turn whenever I guess. I don't turn into a real wolf or anything just kind of... makes me stronger. Full moons kind of suck, but then they don't always happen on some of these planets. I don't know. It's kind of complicated in space and it's like bad version of Russian Roulette. Just... with wolfing out instead.

Wow. That . . . sucks. [None too eloquent, but absolutely sincere.] Is it like the movies? All blackout rage mode? Or is it just a bigger, scarier you?

Oh, uh. Not even really scarier? Like Davesprite laughed at me when he saw it, so.

[ And if Eugene isn't paying attention? He's gonna look up and see he's standing next to a teenage werewolf. He might even hear a low growl as the transformation completes. No, really, how do you even describe that to someone? ]

See?

[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.

[ 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?

[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?

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.

[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.

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im so sorry for him

ahahahaha omg ISAAC

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