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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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[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.

[feathery]

[He looks up, mildly surprised.]

Sylvar—uh, no, dude. [Sounds elfy.] I'm American. Ended up in Asgard thanks to interdimensional shenanigans with some other people, because they needed us to help save the multiverse or something.

[He shrugs like whatcha gonna do?]

[wilder]

[And the confusion continues, with a frown.]

Asgard needed some help with the multiverse somehow, so they brought in an American guy from another dimension to save them. [...] Sounds like a plot to an Earth movie.

[He considers this all for a moment and luckily, he's able to connect dots]

Hm. Either we're talking about different Asgards, or I really missed something when I visited that town.

[feathery]

It was definitely like the cheesy plot to an action movie, minus an excess of explosions.

[There were explosions; it was just really boring between that.]

But if your Asgard wasn't afflicted by a disease that turned normal people into faceless, shifting gray masses of body horror, it was probably a different city, yeah.

[wilder]

[His eyebrow raises some at the explanation of that Asgard. That sounds truly monstrous and terrible. ] ....That's unpleasant sounding.

But yeah, definitely a different city.

[feathery]

[One day he'll talk about how the cure was people's ~emotions~.]

What was the Asgard you're talking about like. I heard about another one when some dude started raving about how his identity had been stolen by a god, but most people only knew about it mythologically.

[wilder]

[Ew. Emotions. Gross.]

Identity stolen by a god..? That's weird.

[He gives a half shrug] Really there's not much to say about it. It was a city in Sylvarant- famous for a bunch of ruins that've possibly been around since before the Ancient War. Got a pretty good marketplace, nice inns too.

[For Sylvarant anyway, that whole world was a bit of a shithole.]

Heard there was a false Wind Spirit there demanding human sacrifices for awhile, but that's about it on the freaky front.

[feathery]

Huh. [Wow, outside of the human sacrifices, this alt Asgard sounds almost quaint.]

We never had any wind spirits, but there was a war. Ice giants going up against the resident gods to bring about Ragnarok or some such shit.

[He shrugs, setting the pudding cup back down.]

Never heard of anywhere called Sylvarant, but it's not like we ever got a country or planet name. Yggrasil is probably as close as you'll get.