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[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the SS Wonderduck and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: The first few weeks of April

[The crew has changed a lot since the last mingle. What're you up to, Wonderducks? What nasty and/or hilarious rumors are being spread about you?]

Comments

Jennifer Keller | OTA

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer had been so busy this month that a lot of it was a whirlwind- and so much of her crew and shuffled in and out, she hadn't been keeping up with them as she knew and felt like she ought to have been.

Now that they were drifting, and she now had the ability to breathe underwater, Jennifer finally took the time to rest and take care of duties around the ship that needed doing. However, every now and then she'd pause and let out a groan or a derisive snort when she found post-its and pieces of paper taped to the walls, all with ridiculous things about her written on them.]

Please. If my hair had magic healing abilities, my job would be so much easier...

[servantnotserving]

[The post-it notes are weird. He's not really one hundred percent sure what they're even about. But he'll still stare up at then in confusion anyway. Maybe it's supposed to be a joke? Were these letters from 'the fans'? ]

It seems strange they would chose the hair, no? Do they expect you to drape it on open wounds? I am not doctor, but I am sure that would be very messy.

[forsometimenow]

Yeah, hair inside a wound isn't pleasant to have to deal with. So I'm not sure how it works, either. [She wrinkles her nose as she tears another note off the wall.] Here's one about you! Apparently you plan to replace your arms with scented candles.

[servantnotserving]

Perhaps they expect the magic to work on charm alone, mon capitaine.

[He seems to consider that for a moment, glancing down at his own (depressingly regular) arms, then back up at her. ]

Does it say what smell I apparently want to swap them with? I hope it's something sensuous. No point otherwise.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's visiting because... let's be real, when isn't she visiting? She is also finding great amusement in the post-it notes.]

That would be rather useful, wouldn't it?

Ah! Here's another one! [She plucks a post-it off the wall and starts to read it.] "Dr. Keller has a crush on..."

[She pauses, biting her lip in amusement at the name written there.]

Oh. Well then.

[forsometimenow]

If a little bit messy. Getting hair out of a wound isn't my favorite thing.

[Jennifer then peers curiously at the note, furrowing her eyebrows.]

... really? ... US?

[dancingmd]

I suppose they couldn't resist a little wordplay.

Lumiére | OTA

[servantnotserving]

A:Getting to grips with reality

[Lumiére honestly never expected his life would take him into space. His augment has helped plenty, thankfully, so he's not completely at a loss. Still, it's a very different world than one he's used to (even with all the crazy magic) and it's taking some getting used to.

He's abandoned his room, it takes him far to long to get into it and it's not like he can do much in there anyway. Beds aren't really all that useful when you're made of bass and are also extremely flammable. And so, most of the time, he can be found alternating between the bridge and the kitchen. A lot of the time, he's happily listening to the communications device, watching people talk and generally just be...people. It's nice to see.

If you catch him in the kitchen, he's usually poking through the gels, making soft, disgusted noises at what's on offer. This isn't real food. This is a crime against humanity. ]

Why does unflavoured even exist? Who would even want to eat that?

B: Rumour has it

[Lumiére's not been all that bothered with the little rumour mill that the Atroma seem to be creating. Honestly, 90% of rumours floating around about him would likely have an element of truth to them anyway. He's that sort of person.

One that absolutely isn't true is the one that's stuck to a pile of old fashioned rule books. Proper play of Badminton, 10 unbreakable dinner party rules and Law of etiquette - titles like that. It's an impressive little pile, with the post-it proudly proclaiming Lumiére's unequivocal love for them. Judging from his face, that's probably not true.

Ugh. It's like being haunted by Cogsworth. He can read the books and hear that nasally English voice telling him what to do. Or, more likely, what not to do. Which was basically anything even remotely fun. ]

Would anyone object if I had a bonfire?

[Please don't let him set fire to things in the ship, y'all got to live here. ]

A)

[norwaysown]

[ Signy’s shoulders lift and fall in a simple shrug. She’s changed into the fleet-offered beige jumpsuit, because it’s nicer than what she’d showed up in. The fabric seems to be new. ]

It has the same nutritional value.

What do you need food for?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére pulls a face. ]

Who looks at a meal for nutritional value? It is about the taste, the smell, the experience.

[Still, she has a good point, and he has a perfect answer to that. ]

Oh, I have not been able to east since I was cursed. But, I am still a maítre d', it's my job- my duty to make sure that people enjoy themselves, especially when it comes to their meal. Without enjoyment, they'd just be eating to survive.

B

[sylphid]

[Fie looks up from the corner of the cargo hold, where her riveting game of bean bag toss has gotten stale. With a shrug, she replies.]

Nope. Got things you wanna get rid of?

[servantnotserving]

[Fie you are good people. Lumiére gestures to the little pile of rule books.]

Qui, these. Unless you know anyone who really enjoys reading rulebooks.

B

[norwaysown]

I would.

[ Getting tired of seeing her around yet? Signy is getting tired of people acting like complete idiots. ]

No fire on the spaceship.

[ She'll make that a rule, even if Captain Keller hasn't. ]

B

[servantnotserving]

[Oh no, here comes the fun police. Lumiére turns to give her a wide grin, waggling his waxy eyebrows. ]

But I'm already on fire, ma Cherie.

A

[nonightdriving]

[Ignis has come aboard the Wonderduck to find Noctis as soon as he can. Unfortunately, it appears that his prince is somewhere else. Perhaps he's shirking his duties once more to hover around the Oracle, as he admitted to Ignis himself.

While waiting for Noctis to reappear, he's taken it upon himself to have a little tour of this ship. Of course, no tour would be complete with a stop in the kitchen. (It has nothing to do with his augment, thank you ever so much.

What he sees when he steps in the doorway is... bizarre. It's a talking candelabra. What hell has he stepped into? Upon closer reflection, he knows that voice—Lumiere, he responded to let Ignis know that Noctis was safe and that they arrived at the same time. Now the lack of video makes sense. If anything about this makes sense at all. (Hint: It doesn't.)]

I suspect that they are unflavored so that it can be changed with spices and the like from the different worlds we visit when not in drift. [Augments are helpful.] There's something like that back on my own world called tofu. It can be used for anything and is mostly protein. I usually think of it like that when I cook aboard the "First Breath".

[servantnotserving]

[Oh well, at least he had an attempt at softening the blow. Good job, Lumiére. He figures Ignis must be visiting Noctis, because of course he would. Friendships, and all that.

He's still not convinced on the lack of flavour, though. ]

But surely it would be better to mix the new spices with flavours we already have?

[Of course, Tofu exists in Lumiére's time, kind of...just not in France. He's never heard of it in his life. It sounds awful. ]

Is...there no meat in your world? For the protein? [WHAT ARE VEGETARIANS? :D ]

B!

[luxoraculi]

[ Lunafreya has come to visit poor Noctis, but it's her first time on this ship. She's been taking her time, looking around and keeping an eye out for her beloved prince. While she doesn't see him, she does see something extremely odd... and extremely amusing. While they've never met or spoken, Luna knows exactly who this is thanks to Noctis.

So as she approaches, the Oracle lifts her hand in greeting and offers a small smile. ]

You must be Lumiére. Forgive me, but would a bonfire in such tight quarters be a good idea?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére does mange to look a little surprised that she knows his name, but then again, it's not like he can blend in with the other residents of the Fleet. He grins in return. ]

I see my reputation precedes me! I hope you have heard only good things, mademoiselle.

[Back home, that was always a 50/50 chance either way. He looks at the little pile of books and sighs.]

Perhaps not. Maybe I'll just push them out of the airlock.

Noctis Lucis Caelum | OTA

[runawayprince]

[Noctis was beginning to settle in and was content to do so, were it not for the sudden appearance of various fliers advertising his skills as a seaside super model. Or - correction - rumored skill. All the same, this seemed to be one of many fliers and Noctis was frantically trying to find them all, flushed in the face every time he did.

Anyone looking to return a flier to him or happen to see him with a flier is welcome to track him down and chat him up, but for now he's content to silently be agonizing over how utterly embarrassing this is.]

[luxoraculi]

[ Luna had decided this morning that she'd come visit Noctis today. After all, he's always coming to visit her, and it's only fair. So after she'd finished her duties aboard the Blameless, she'd been more than happy to take the shuttle to get to the Wonderduck. And upon boarding, one of the first things she sees is a certain flier.

...Noctis. A seaside super model. She has to stare at the paper, before she tugs it off of the wall and peers down at it, reading over the words again and again as if really trying to get information through her brain, because this is news to her. She's always known her prince to be a man of many talents, but a model too?

It's only the sound of crumpling paper and frantic boots against the metal floor that pulls her attention away from the flier in her hands, and she looks up just in time to see her beloved yanking fliers from the wall, his face as red as a cherry. She's torn between giggling and being concerned, and so she quietly walks up behind the poor man, placing a hand against his shoulder to get his attention. ]

Good evening, Noctis.

[runawayprince]

[If he hadn't been so absorbed in this poster fiasco, he might have paid more attention to Luna coming to visit him. It was a nice and very much welcome surprise, but today seemed to be a reminder that luck was not always on his side. When she approaches him, he can't help but let out an almost strangled and - dare he admit - squeeky sound. Hastily he shoves the flier in his hands into his back pocket, staring at Luna as if he were a child caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.]

Ah- hey! Luna. You're, uh, here... I guess. That's - that's cool.

[By the Six, swallow him whole please.]

[nonightdriving]

[ As soon as he leaves the shuttle, Ignis is surrounded by posters tacked to the walls of the Wonderduck that are strange enough that make him stop and pull one down to stare at it for a moment.

So, the rumors had reached this ship as well. While he appreciated the set of gourmet cookware and knives, he wasn't sure he was keen on the whole "raging lunatic" aspect of being a celebrity chef. He hadn't thrown cookware at anyone, ever. And while he'd had Noctis help him a few times while camping, he hadn't been a sous chef either.

He looks up as he hears the sounds of a familiar voice grumbling as they rip down more posters and he can't help but smile. ]

It's astounding that they've managed to find out this little secret. Especially without Prompto being here.

[runawayprince]

Ugh. You saw them too? The fliers.

[At least with Ignis he didn't have to be embarrassed about it as much. They had taken those pictures for Luna, at the time, and the last thing he wanted was other people finding out and asking about them.]

If you see any more - do me a favor and just chuck them as far as you can so no one will see them.

[Those pictures were personal damn it!! He didn't need people asking about them or if he was actually a model!]

[forsometimenow]

Everything okay?

[Because it was hard to not notice Noctis' frantic hunt to take down all of the rumors he could find, and of course, Jennifer tried to keep watch over her crew as much as possible.]

[runawayprince]

[Noctis reacted almost instantly, behaving like a cat leaping out of a bath as he looks around at the sound of his Captain's voice. Frantically, he's crumbling the flier in his hands as small as he can make it.]

Uh- I... well-!! Someone put these flyers up everywhere and I figured they didn't belong here so I'd take them down.

[Clearing his throat, he shoves his crumpled flier into his pocket.]