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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

[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.

[sylphid]

[Oh, no. Oh, hell no.

She tosses aside the bean bag and walks over to where her crewmate and his newly acquired trash heap are located. Without a word, she picks one up and opens it to a random page. The distaste in her expression is immediate. A loud ripping sound follows, and she holds the page out to him.]

Maybe a slow destruction would be more satisfying to start with.

[There may be something about them that gets to her, too.]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére watches her, impressed. He grins and raises a little candle hand up and foosh up goes the page, watch your fingers, girl. It may be magical fire, but it's absolutely still fire. ]

Oh, mademoiselle, I love the way you think.

[sylphid]

[She handled deadly explosives before puberty even hit, she's perfectly fine with a little fire. In fact, she lets go of the page just in time for it to completely burn to nothingness before it hits the ground.]

I do like that you don't need a fuel source. [Her compliments might need work. With another rip, she holds out a page detailing different sorts of napkin rings for him to enjoy.]

[servantnotserving]

[Eh, he'll take it. That one is gonna die a horrible fiery death. Look, he can make the napkins look GREAT, he used to be able to fold them into goddamn swans, he really doesn't care about the rings. ]

It has made my curse considerably easier to bear.

[sylphid]

Guess you're an expert in figuring out when someone's blowing smoke, huh?

[Now she holds the book open and upside down she he can just stick his whole hand(???) against the pages.]

[servantnotserving]

Ha-ha! You would be right there.

[He grins, putting a hand near it and fwooooosh up it goes in flames. ]

[sylphid]

[Fie calmly sets it down on the floor, pages up, to continue unassisted.]

So, what do you think of space?

[servantnotserving]

[It's the nicest bonfire.]

Confusing, but very interesting all the same. How about you?

[sylphid]

It's nice. I like looking at the stars sometimes when no one else is around.

[servantnotserving]

That sounds very relaxing. I don't really sit quietly much myself, but that sounds like a pleasant way to spend the time.

[sylphid]

Most of the time I end up falling asleep, but that's okay.

[Fie picks up another book, but she begins to flip through it this time.]

Hm, maybe we shouldn't destroy all of these. There might be something better we could use them for.

[servantnotserving]

I see. I do not sleep all that much.

[Because he's a little paranoid about never waking up again. Living furniture problems. ]

What sort of use could you see for them?