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[idealistic]

Who: The crew of and anyone visiting the Wonderduck!
Broadcast: idk maybe??
Action: SS Wonderduckduckgoose
When: All of May!

[ goodness gracious! new games, new upgrades, new crew-- what better way to enjoy all of these than with a month-long mingle!! ]

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[feathery]

[A tall, skinny teenage boy with blond hair and black wings arrives with the crew capacity upgrade.]

Uh. [Ok, that was unexpected enough his wings mantle and he just stands there in the confetti, blinking stupidly.] Jade, if that was you, not fucking cool.

[He takes a quick look around, still mystified. Sudden relocations through time are his thing; space, not so much.] Nice tacky tune. It's like an upbeat version of getting trapped on an elevator.

[Alternatively, once he's off the bridge, Davesprite can be found in the kitchen area, disgruntled and mumbling almost indecipherably about gross protein blocks.]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer knew she shouldn't be this disappointed about the beer- it's not like she's a huge drinker, after all- but still. She went to the kitchen to get something to put on her stomach to find a boy she assumed was the ship's newest crewmate poking at the food supply.]

... I'd like to say you get used to it, but. It's still protein blocks at the end of the day.

[feathery]

[Davesprite looks up and turns from where he has just dispensed one solid glob and one gel glob of protein.]

Oh, uh, hey. [Said with a semi-awkward half-wave, like maybe he was just caught trying to figure out how this machine worked without breaking it by accident.]

These are some of the saddest and floppiest excuses I seen for a chicken yet. [He gives the "food" a prod with one finger. It jiggles.] The peanut butter's not looking much better.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer returns the wave, seemingly not bothered by the awkwardness. She could understand the need to explore things- it wasn't every day most people came across food in cube form, after all.]

There are some ways you can mix and combine stuff to make it more palatable taste-wise, but yeah... it's meant for sustenance over taste or beauty. It keeps on long space trips, which is the only good thing that can be said.

[feathery]

[The food in cube form makes him so sad.]

What do you do about the texture. Isn't that like, half the point of food. [He's talking out his ass here; Davesprite has next to no culinary expertise, but this seems wrong.] What if I've got a delicate palate.

[A beat.] Pretend I'm not part crow in this hypothetical scenario, ok.

[forsometimenow]

[That's- definitely new.] ... uh. Let me just make sure I heard you correctly- you're part crow?

[feathery]

Yeah, kind of a long story as to why, but that's why I've got the wings.

[Said with a light tug on the black feathers, wings flicking halfway open. Indisputably part of him, instead of a weird fashion statement or something.]

[forsometimenow]

Right, the wings should have been my first clue. [She smiled sheepishly.] I'm not familiar with bird psysiology, unfortunately- and really, even for humans there's only so much you can do with protein cubes. Can you at least digest this stuff?

[feathery]

About to find out.

[He drops the plate on the table. Yes, time to psych himself up to eat this slop. He can do it.]

If not...well, I dunno. I might not have to eat in the first place. But it'll probably be fine. Crows eat out of dumpsters.

[forsometimenow]

And I doubt Atroma would have brought you here if you couldn't eat something. Watching someone go hungry probably wouldn't make for good ratings.

[wilder]

[Kaneis is sitting in the pilot seat on the bridge- though more like lounging. When Davesprite suddenly appears he's....less than fazed. Really, he's seen this enough times that it's hard to get jumpy about it. Instead he just...boredly looks at the new person as he brushes off stray confetti that fell on him]

[Huh. More wings. Great.]

[feathery]

[Davesprite...looks back. Like ok, there's a dude, just chilling. That's...cool? He guesses.]

Hey. [...] I'm guessing this is either a huge under-reaction or standard premeditated reality TV procedure. Actually definitely betting on it being premeditated since I got dumb confetti.

[He gives another look around.]

Is there a mandatory time limit before standing here gets awkward or weird.

[wilder]

[he shrugs at the second question since Davesprite answered the first one on his own]

No idea.

But there's pudding there if you want it. [Points at the fancy pudding cups that are now on the dashboard of the comms station]

[feathery]

[Time to inspect the fancy pudding.]

Is this part of the welcome wagon, too.

[wilder]

I guess? They give us pudding anytime we get a new crewmate.

[feathery]

Really.

[He's gonna just start eating it here and now.]

Kinda weird. I mean who's ever heard of celebratory pudding. It doesn't taste much like a mutant deposit of protein, either. [Said while peering into the cup.]

[wilder]

[And he'll just keep sitting in his chair. Really, he's had enough pudding that he's kind of tired of it]

I dunno. Maybe they don't know how to make cake. That's usually the celebratory food, right?

[feathery]

[Their shared enthusiasm over the situation is astounding.]

Yeah, I think so. Maybe some ice cream and booze, if Asgard was anything to go by. And presents, if it's not an event dedicated to hobnobbing.

[wilder]

[Their enthusiasm combined would maybe make one whole fuck given]

[But oh, there's a city name he recognizes from home, ironically]

You've been to Asgard?

[...Huh.]

You don't look very Sylvaranti, no offense.

[princessia]

[ Elize heard the newcomer fanfare playing from her room, but she doesn't meet her new crewmate in person until she decides to head into the kitchen. She doesn't leave her personnel or bunk room very much. ]

Uh... [ The wings catch her attention first, having her stare briefly in awe before actually greeting him properly. ] Hello! I... like your wings.

[feathery]

[Davesprite is suspiciously inspecting the orange-flavored drink when Elize comes in. He looks up, head tilting a little birdlike as he takes in the fact whoa, she's so tiny.]

Oh, hey. Thanks. Even if opinions will probably change whenever I get around to molting, but it's cool. [All said with a hint of dry humor. He motions behind him to the glob dispensers.] You need me to move? [He's kind of in the way here.]

[princessia]

A-as long as you clean up after yourself, then it should be okay! [ Molting, right. That didn't really cross her mind that he'd be almost like an actual bird? ]

Umm... yes, please. [ She'd like something to get something to drink. ]

[feathery]

[He slides out of the way, still not 100% trusting whatever's in this drink.]

Yeah, I'm not gonna leave them around where anyone can turn them into a cat toy. Just encourages the cantankerous felines into chewing on me later. Not that I've seen any space cats, but you never know.

[princessia]

There haven't been any cats or pets on this ship, so you don't have to worry.

[ A bit of a shame for her though, because she would like a pet.

She moves through to grab a cup to pour herself some tea from the dispensers. Glancing back, she looks between him and the orange drink. ]

...Do you not like the fizzy stuff?

[feathery]

[He blinks at her. Or stares. It probably comes across as staring with the aviator sunglasses on his face.]

What. Oh. No, it's alright. Not really my thing if I've actually got a choice, but my test run with the flabby mystery chicken block didn't go too well.

[So he's not really expecting this to taste right/stay tasting right long-term.]