sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (there's a one man band)
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 [Morgana]

[ While Morgana still didn't really think herself as a hero, she was still actively trying to be a Good Person. It wasn't easy, and it was often a struggle not to fall into bad habits, but she was trying her best. Having Darkwing, Gosalyn, and Launchpad's support was wonderful, but she wanted her circle to get even bigger. And what better way to make your boyfriend proud of you than by being friends with his friends? And a perfect opportunity had arrived to seek Fenton out!

During her last concert, Morgana had... gotten a little too into her music, let's say, and it wound up with her speakers exploding. While she knew the ins and outs of her own guitar, her forte was magic, not mechanics. And surely the genius inventor Fenton (as Drake had described!) would know how to fix her equipment! And maybe make it better than ever!

Alas, monster society and mortal society tended to differ when it came to certain social norms. For example, a mortal would think to politely knock at that person's front door, or ask a friend for their number. But monsters were pretty much used to hanging outside of people's windows and knocking on the glass to ask for permission to enter. Not that she needed permission because she was a vampire or anything. A-hem
.]

[Della]

Della tended to avoid Gyro's laboratory, mostly to... avoid Gyro. But he was away for a week for his own nerd reasons, but he'd also taken along Little Bulb and Manny, which meant most of the daily grunt work was left to Fenton. Days ago, Della had happily volunteered to help Fenton in whatever he needed. But since that day, something had happened. Something that had completely soured Della's mood.

So while she kept her word, carrying this and that around the lab, cleaning up, doing whatever Fenton asked, she did so with an annoyed expression on her face. Every so often, she could be heard muttering something.


Razza frazza Darkwing... razza frazza braggart... razza frazza incredibly hot rock-star monster girlfriend...
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[ It was a rare occasion when Della wasn't with the family when they went adventuring, but the Sunchaser CLOUDYSLAYER needed repairs and Launchpad was (thankfully) busy driving Scrooge and the kids to their latest trauma-inducing memory.

Still, she wasn't complaining - getting down to the nitty gritty of her beloved plane was a favorite pastime! She had a cooler of Pep at her side for breaks, a small radio jamming 90's hits, and nobody to bother her and her precious plane. Yep, this was a pretty good day! No reason for it to be ruined!

Inside the cockpit, Della was waist-deep in mechanics and wires, humming along to the latest song. Life was good. ]


To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud~!
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[For Morgana]

[Drake's quest to find answers about the missing Professor Waddlemeyer was full of dead ends. He had made no progress, and he felt bad about the effect that had on Gosalyn. She was still her normal chipper self most of the time, but he had learned to see the cracks in that. And he wanted to do everything he could to help her feel better until he could reunite her with her real family.

These days, it seems the thing she got most excited for was a band. To Drake's relief, it's not like other music of the youths which register just as noise for him. This actually sounds like the kind of thing he'd listen to in high school! And the singing is just great... but this is about Gosalyn! In a spot of bad timing, Gosalyn's fallen sick while the band's has come to St. Canard for a concert. And so Drake's claimed to be out for a night of quiet patrolling while Launchpad tends to the sick kid, but in actuality he's doing something as Drake Mallard. If she can't attend the concert, maybe he can at least get an autograph for her or something. Maybe that will raise her spirits!

And so, Drake Mallard sneaks around backstage at the concert, for any sign of mysterious melodist...]


[For Della]

[It was a long night of fighting crime in Avalon for one Darkwing Duck. Some sort of magical monsters were on the loose, and he didn't get out of it without a comical number of bruises on his head. He was also left somewhat disoriented...

So when he slinked back home in the wee hours of the morning and tried to clamber into his bedroom through the window, he did not realize that he was going through the completely wrong window, into the room of the one person who didn't yet know his secret!]
sos_pilot: by <user name=cupcake_graphics> (down to acapulco bay)
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The rocket-ship had landed perfectly - she couldn't have asked for a better spot. Almost overblown with glee, Della raced towards the familiar mansion, jumping into the gates (and being swiftly reminded about earth's gravity.)

Once she made it to the front door, she began to practice her lines. How did one greet the family she hadn't seen in ten years? Casual? Heartfelt? Hip? She knew in the end it didn't really matter - they'd be happy to see her, she'd be happy to see them, lots of tears, lots of hugs. It was time to really start over as a family, all of them together. How much would Scrooge and Donald changed since she was gone? ... Then again, Scrooge hadn't really changed from when she was a child to her adult years, so he was probably the same loveable greedy coot.

No time like the present, for the world's best present - herself! (Was Scrooge still Anti-Santa? So many things to ask.)

She rang the doorbell three times, then knocked on the door with both hands, biting down on her tongue to keep from yelling.

She was home!
sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (and he'll toot his flute for you)
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Normally, the kids didn't bother Scrooge McDuck when he was in his office. It was more than mere politeness - supposedly that office was just where fun went to die. But after a school trip and some double-triple-quadruple checking, Della Duck felt she had a good reason to visit what was known as the most boring place on earth. She knocked twice, the only warning she'd give before she suddenly walked in, knowing her rich, dull uncle was alone.

Her cell phone was in one hand, her other hand lightly drumming her arm. She wore the same expression she had when Donald revealed the ruse behind some of her favorite magic tricks - it wasn't a happy face.

"Heeeeey, Unc." She stretched the word out, leaning over the desk. "Mind putting a pause button on the paperwork? I got something to ask."

sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (With Eyes Clear And True)
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 It had been a short while since Della had returned, and for the most part, it had been a happy reunion. Endless hugs and kisses with the boys, exchanging of stories, and readjusting to gravity... things had been exciting.

But not perfect.

Eventually Della realized it wasn't her imagination - Donald had been avoiding her. He had managed to get away with it, what with the boys understandably taking up all of Della's attention, but even they needed education. With great protest, the boys were shipped off to school, and Della set her plan into motion.

If you could call this a plan - heading right to the house-boat and knocking on it endlessly.

"I know you're in there, Donald. I can do this all day. You know I will!"
sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (Filled With Wonders)
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 Rebuilding a Gummi Ship was not as easy as Chip and Dale would have anyone believe. Sometimes Della mentally cursed the fact they made it seem that way  - but in the end, it had only been her own fault. It was going to be another long day of searching the entire planet for lost pieces, and hoping they would still work - not all of them did.

Off in the distance, she heard a sound, and froze. Sometimes this world got odd little "visitors"  - black wiggly things with red eyes, silver hooded creeps. She could never truly "kill" them, as they didn't seem to die, but she could fend them off for a while. She whipped out a small man-made club she'd fashioned, ready to whallop whatever planned to give her trouble today.

She rounded a corner, not seeing who invaded her space just yet.

"I am in NO MOOD today for your shenanigans!"
sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (My Darling)
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 It was half past midnight when the crash came. Perhaps the gods of fortune decided to give Donald one last break in that it didn't destroy his houseboat - no, this landing was in the gardens.

The mangled heap of what used to be the Spear of Selene and moon-men-based-technology left a sizable crater in the ground, smoke billowing up for ages. A few minutes after the landing, one of the windows was pushed open, and the pilot made an ungraceful landing on the ground. She had expected a more dignified leap, but had also forgotten about gravity.

Compared to all the other things that had happened on the moon, this pain was nothing. She wobbled to her feet, and then stopped in place once she got an eyeful of... everything.

The mansion.

She was at the mansion.

She was in Duckberg. Earth. Home.

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