[It's Mew and Duck! Who are currently... well, sort of in the middle of a nest of books. Duck lets out an unhappy little wail, and her head drops onto her open textbook.] Arrrrrgh, my brain hurrrrts.

[Mew sighs] There has to be a way to do it...

Yeah, the hard way. Ugh, I feel like there's hypotenuses coming out of my ears.

[A slight smile] Well ( Read more... )

[The camera is on its side, focused on the kitchen of the Jedi Residence. Duck is at the kitchen table, busily applying tin foil and a construction paper cutout that looks oddly like a swan to... a plastic beach bucket. Scattered around her are an assortment of odds and ends: paper plates, a ball of twine, several rolls of tape, even a wooden spoon ( Read more... )

[[Duck is sitting on Fakir's bed, surrounded by books and leaning against Valiant the puppy, who is now starting to look pretty respectably teenage-dog sized. His tail wags lazily.]]

So... if somebody was trying to write a play, should they read up about it, or go see one, or...? I mean, I was in Dracula, so I know what it's like to be in ( Read more... )

[Oddly enough, Duck's braid is undone, and a giant poof of red hair is spilling around her face. She's holding her lamp to her chest, and some of her hair has fallen down over it, creating a brilliant reddish glow.]So... stories cheer people up, right? Because they tell them that things can be different than the way they are. A good story can give ( Read more... )

So... um... I have a question.

If you... okay, I have this friend. She kissed somebody under the mistletoe. And... she really liked it. So... is she... that person's girlfriend now? Since she likes spending time with that person and she liked kissing this person a lot... And I already know that if boys can kiss boys, it's okay for girls to kiss ( Read more... )

[Hi, City. Have some video of Duck wearing a very silly reindeer-antler headband, and looking more awkward than usual. If at all possible.]

I, uh... I know this sounds like a silly question, but I come from a really... really long way away from here, and I don't know, so.

[deep breath]

...who's Santa Claus?

[And as soon as it's out of her mouth ( Read more... )

[Hello, City! It's Duck! Except, wow, what a change--she's wearing a ton of stage makeup that makes her face look almost ghostly pale, and instead of her usual cute-tween attire she's wearing what looks like a pair of tattered white pajamas. A nametag on the breast pocket of the shirt reads "RENFIELD". From her surroundings it's fairly clear she's ( Read more... )

[Duck looks like she just jumped off the Crazytown Express. At high speed.]

E-everybody?

What's a "you tube" and why do people keep calling me Duchess Tap Shoes?!

[Duck is sitting close to a slightly open window, her expression earnest and oddly thoughtful.]

Um, first of all, I wanted to say--I've been hearing about people acting funny. I mean not like their usual selves. And I can--uh, um, I mean, I know someone who can probably help them get their old selves back. Or at least try to.

[She flashes a ( Read more... )

[The comm switches on, pointed straight at Duck, who's standing over Ben's stove with an enormous grin on her face... which happens to be covered in flour and streaks of butter. She waves a messy spatula at the camera.]Hi, everybody! This morning I got up kinda late, so I missed breakfast... and I realized, I don't really know how to cook anything ( Read more... )