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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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[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.]