open | might solve a mystery

[sos_pilot]

🧙 WHO: Della Duck & You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-All for March!
🕒 WHEN: All over March!
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot!
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A

Sir Fuzzlerton

[ Not exactly the most adventurous quest there is, but hey, she'll take it - because she has a terrible brilliant idea. Her familiar is a female moon bunny, and if that's what the missing fella wants...

Which is why she has the bun on a table outside, surrounded by flowers, and maybe a romantic candle or two. Della steps back to admire her handiwork, holding her fingers out like a camera frame. ]

I think we nearly got it... Once he realizes this beauty is out and open, it'll be a piece of cake! Now, primp yourself up, Amelia! Strut your stuff! Be the most beautiful bunny there is!

[ ... the bun just nibbles on one of the flowers.]

 

Run Snagglefoot

[ now this is more her style - subduing thieves and reclaiming treasure! However, as much as she'd like to play spy games... she, in a world of human/human-looking folk, does tend to stick out... since, well. She's a duck.

Still, she's not one to give up so easily! It's late at night, and she's standing outside of the Red Spring Inn, peering in through a window, and muttering (loudly) to herself. ] 

Della Duck lays in wait for the criminal mastermind to make his move...  maybe I should go in for a left hook, then follow up with a stomach blow, then bonk his head while he's doubled over... Sounds good to me!

 

Farmers-R-Us

[ And now for something completely different - for Della. But she's excited for farm work - because to her, it meant socializing time! What better way to make new friends than with a hard day's work! Uncle Scrooge would be so proud of her! She decides to go up to the first person she sees, calmly ask them for advice, and see if they can find a way to use their combined skills to help everyone out on the fields.

She chooses her words poorly. ]

Hi, I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing!

 

TDM

[ Feel free to choose a prompt from my TDM top-level here! ]

 

Wildcard

[ make your own prompt! ]

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Wildcard - woods

[rhiaofdruma]

Rhia usually was well hidden in the woods. Her skin was the colour of bark on some of the darker trees, or the lighter tress in shadow, and the woven green vines and leaves of her outfit served as camouflage when she was in the branches of the trees, where she spent most of her time. As her wings often went vaguely translucent, only her eyes generally gave her away. And who was going to spot that hint of blue grey and realize it wasn't just the sky?

It wasn't that she was specifically hiding. That was just how she was. At home too. But she also wasn't bothered by the lack of two-legger company. She had the squirrels and birds and other wildlife to talk to, after all!

But today she was down on the ground. She had found a bush full of berries. Some were a little early yet, and tart for it. Yeeech. But there were sweet ones in there too, she knew. She trusted in the berries. So her deft little fingers were going from branch to branch lightly, plucking berries without dislodging twigs or leaves.

She was crouched beside the bush, wings pale flickering white and spread behind her as she happily feasted on her breakfast, tucking some of the tarter ones into her pouch to share with those who prefer tart berries.

[sos_pilot]

Exploration was practically Della Duck's name. Sure, people could tell her what was where, but where was the fun in that? It was best to see and understand things first hand. Accompanied by her familiar - a moon bunny that was content to walk... well, hop along beside her - and she hummed a bit as she looked at her surroundings.

The humans - and creatures who looked like humans - were still pretty weird to her... but they were a step above the monstrosities from Donald's wish. Those were the stuff of nightmares.

So, when Della spots the young lady, her overly social tendencies kicked in. "Hi there!"

[rhiaofdruma]

She turned and gave a bright smile. "Hello," she said warmly. Rhia was generally a friendly girl; though she could be a bit of a brat to anyone who reminded her too much of her brother.

She popped a berry in her mouth as she waited to see if the new pair before her would say anything else.

[sos_pilot]

Della's eyes widened, and her stomach began to rumble. "Oh, hey, are those things ripe? I love freshly picked food!"

To be fair, after ten years of eating only black-licorice-flavored-oxy-chew, Della loved almost all food.

[rhiaofdruma]

"Some of them are," she said cheerfully. She held out a handful of the sweater ones. "I knew there would be good berries in this bush!"

[sos_pilot]

"Sweet! Thanks!" Della happily came over and snatched a few, popping them into her mouth. But at least she as polite enough to kneel down and offer one to her familiar, who nibbled quietly.

"So, you a native here? Or are you on Team Yanked From Another World?"

[rhiaofdruma]

"Um, not quite either," she said with a chuckle. "I'm from Fincayra. Or was." She pushed back her vine woven curly hair to show a pointed ear, then fanned her wings as she let her hand drop. "On the Longest Night Rhita Gwar tried to invade Fincayra from the Otherworld. When all the races of Fincayra came together to fight him, working as a team for the first time since the ancient days, we were able to drive him back, and the humans of Fincayra, having proven they could once again work with the other races rather than try to rule over them, were gifted back our wings by the Great Dagda. But," she popped a berry in her mouth and chewed. "There was a cost. We won, but not fully. We pushed back Rhita Gwar and his forces, but Fincayra slid towards the Otherworld and over time began to merge with it. Dagda offered all Fincayrians a choice. There always has to be a world between. Now that it could no longer be Fincayra, it was to be the land that my brother brought back and seeded. Dagda named it Avalon and we were given a choice of where to go, but he said the choice would be final. Some, like my brother's girlfriend, Eo Halia, could not bring themselves to leave, or perhaps they wished to dwell with those who had already made their great journey and stayed. Trouble didn't get a choice," she said, a bit sadly. She missed the feisty little hawk. "But the rest of us did. I chose to go to Avalon. And... so did our mother, though I have not yet been able to find her. She wanted to take care of the gathered orphans." But that was a whole other story. "And I wanted to fly through the trees in this new land. Merlin went back to Earth, though he swore he'd find a way back one day."

She stroked a leaf gently, like one might pet a delicate cat. She... missed him. Missed Eo Hallia and Gwynnia, and of course Arbassa and even Cwen, even after everything. She missed the Druma and the River Unceasing. She was making new friends here, but having not found Elen, there were days she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.

Also Woods

[souls_of_roles]

Kyoko had made up her mind. She had to keep trying to find Corn. But just looking wasn't enough. This time...

Kyoko was walking through the woods in an eye-smarting toxic pink worker's coverall that had been described, back home, as "A curse that once you see you can never unsee". The top was open a bit, showing off the white shirt under that somehow made the pink seem even brighter. She had what looked like a brown bowling pin hitched to either side of her belt, though on one hip it was not quite centered because right over the hit was a white pouch that was part of the belt.

She wasn't walking quietly, though. She was staring around, as if transfixed and occasionally yelling "COOOOOOOOORRRRRRRN! CORN! COOOOORRRRRRN!"

In between bouts of yelling, the teenager would get a goofy look on her face and start randomly skipping about or twirling, and even occasionally squeeing. She loved woods like this, always had since she was a kid. Because it was in the woods that she had met a Fairy for the first time. "COOOOOOORN!!!!"

[sos_pilot]

Seeing an overly pink fur-and-featherless being who was dancing around and screaming for vegetables wasn't the weirdest thing Della's ever seen, given her exciting lifestyle...

... But it's still pretty high up there.

She watches in faint amusement, tilting her head every which way, before deciding to 'participate'.

"BROCCOLI!"

[souls_of_roles]

The girl blinked confused, whipped around to see who or what had spoken, then seeing Della stumbled back and fell on her butt. Her eyes went huge and wide and seemed to almost shine. "Are you a Faerie?" she asked in an almost silent whisper.

Please be a faerie, please be a faerie, please be a faerie!

[sos_pilot]

Della blinked, then looked behind her, trying to see the "faerie" before realizing the human probably meant her.

Just to be sure, she pointed at herself. "You mean me? Cause I'm not a faerie." Though if someone in the McDuck bloodline had some fae to them, she wouldn't be wholly surprised.

[souls_of_roles]

"Oh," she said, her whole posture one of defeat as she hung her head, trembling slightly.

[sos_pilot]

Weird. But Della shrugged it off. "Any particular reason you were yelling for a vegetable before?"

Speaking of Pink - Tavern

[donovan_deegan]

Donovan was just finishing a set at the tavern before his break. The older man was in a pink open shirt over a black tee and white pants. He was sitting on the tavern's small stage with a cup before him for tips, and a guitar on his lap. The dude was jumping styles a bit, showing off his range, but was also watching the audience subtly. The ones they reacted poorly to, he avoided repeating that style, the ones they reacted well to, he focused on. And of course that shifted throughout the evening. At the moment he was finishing a rather loud number that was somewhere between power ballad and rock called The Sword Of Centuries that was an epic tale set to music about sword fights and adventures and combat and heroes. It was one of his more well loved numbers generally, and he did like to end on something impactful. Though he had to admit, no one could handle Sword of Centuries quite as well as his youngest son. Ah, he did miss the boy.

Finishing, he took his bows, and he money, with a huge smile. He swung his guitar to settle on his back by its strap, and paid the owner their share before finding an empty stool to sit and take a breather. He wanted food and a drink, but he'd been a Bard long enough to learn that if he didn't order immediately, there was a chance that someone would offer to treat. So he'd give it a few minutes...

[sos_pilot]

Having been pregnant, then living on the moon for ten years, then being responsible for kids, has not left Della a lot of time to get hammered. Getting a drink was tempting, yes, but that wasn't the only reason Della was here.

Any good DND-player knew plenty of quests began in taverns! Though not many sessions had loud rock-n-roll music...not that she was complaining. Far from it - what an epic soundtrack!

Which would explain the hearty - and hard- slap on the back he'd get once he'd taken a seat.

"Dude, that was wicked sweet!"

[donovan_deegan]

Okay she was a bit odd looking, but not the oddest thing he'd ever seen. Quilt had that covered after all.

"Thanks," he said with a grin. "I don't perform that one as much anymore, so it is good to get back to my roots every once in a while."

As far as he was concerned, even though the song was his creation, it now belonged to Greg. But he knew his boy wouldn't mind him borrowing it back every now and again. Especially now that Greg was exploring new avenues with his music.

[sos_pilot]

"So in your world, that's an 'oldie'?" Della began to hop... well, climb into a seat next to him. This world wasn't built for people her height, but she was managing.

[donovan_deegan]

"Nah, that's an oldie for me. I was a teenager when I first wrote it," he said with a chuckle.

[sos_pilot]

"And you're... not, now?" Della asked, trying to gauge his age. "We don't have humans in my world, so I'm not sure how you're supposed to look at whatever age."

Sir Fuzzlerton

[madcuriosity]

[There is going to be the tiniest of giggles near Della's elbow as Amelia does nothing but nibble. Should Della look, it's a little ]

Oh ah- forgive me, Miss Duck. I'm not laughing at either of you. [It's just terribly funny.]

[sos_pilot]

[ Della gives the young human (she assumes?) an amused smirk. ]

Really? Are you sure? Because it sure sounds like you're laughing.

[ She doesn't mind - it's a very silly situation, after all. ]

[madcuriosity]

Well... YES, I am. [Bless children and their honesty.] But, well, I apologize. It is terribly funny.

[sos_pilot]

Well, as long as my target doesn't find it funny, it's fine.

Have you heard about the elusive Sir Fuzzlerton?

[madcuriosity]

Heard about, yes, seen, no. I am looking for him as well, though. I'm rather good at following rabbits. But your rabbit is very lovely, she practically glows!

[sos_pilot]

That's the point! If he's after some girls to romance, he can't do better than my Amelia. So I'm luring him out with a love trap!

[ ... is this okay to tell a kid. she's pretty sure this is okay to tell a kid. ]