One Good Laugh Ought to Do It!

"Ha... ahahaahah... ahahhaha... haha..."

"Well, this has been fascinating so far... I wooooonder what would happen if I add a little of this to the risum?"

"No... heh heh... no - haha - no more, please... hahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Hmm... leeeet's try this with a little bit of that! Here, just breathe it in~"

"HAHAHAHEEHHAHAAAHAHAHHAEE..." * gasp, choke *

...

"...hello? Helloooooo? This isn't the time for sleeping!"

"Heeheeheeeee..."

"You, uh, feeling alright there?"

"HahahahahaHAhaHAAHahahAHhHAHA..." *clang, clank*

"W-wait... what are you doin'? No, don't do that! WAAARRGGHH-"

TUMBLE-CRASH!

*****

Quackerjack glanced down in horror at the broken remains of his favourite coffee mug, which had the print of a sloth bear-pilot with a yellow shirt on it. After breaking free from his restraints with a surprising amount of super-strength, the giggling, giggling creature had stumbled over the table, flipping it over and upsetting everything by accident.

But, as quickly as the despair came, it went. No worries! He could get a new one! Right now there were some new developments... 

Specifically, the person now standing, a huge, unsettling grin on his face, right in front of Quackerjack. If he heard carefully, he'd be able to hear him giggling away from time to time. He did not seem to be attacking at all. In fact, he was just standing there, looking at Quackerjack, as if he was glued to the floor. 

The insane jester moved forward, his usual grin on his huge beak, laced with curiosity, as he examined the man from head to toe with a magnifying glass and a stethoscope, nodding occasionally like an experienced physician as he listened for the heartbeat, pulled back an eyelid, and checked for muscle spasms. 

"Interesting," he remarked. "While gaining super-strength, the subject doesn't seem to be responsive... wait, wait, lemme try something..." he cleared his throat, holding out his hand. "Hello! I'm Quackerjack! And you are?"

No response.

"Hey, I'm making an introduction heeeeere! It's rude not to answer back, you know! And I kissed your mother! On the beak!"

Again, no response. Or maybe it was that fact that the man was a dog species, which would make it impossible for his biological mother to be a bird. 

"Urgh, FINE! Be like that, then!" Quackerjack gave up, throwing his hands in the air. "Set yourself on fire, why don't ya?"

And to his amazement, he actually pulled out a lighter, clicked it, and moved it towards himself...

"No, WAIT!" Quackerjack shouted, and the man obediently stopped. Which was good... he was pretty sure that was not a nice way to go. He tilted his head to the side curiously. This was new... 

"Hop! No, touch your toes! No, spin! No no no, hand over your clothes! Ew, wait! Go sit in the corner!" he said, and to his growing delight, the man did everything he wanted. 

Holding up the vial of risum, he noted how much of it was still in there. The rest of the chemicals had been on that table before the man knocked it all over. Eh, he'd be able to get more from the chemical store, no problem! Right now... priorities. 

Soon, a chuckle of his own escaped him, growing into a full-grown, classic, evil laugh of triumph, with the right amount of insanity in his tone, as it echoed through the underground space he used for a hideout.

His experiment had not only worked... he made it even better. 

*****

Strange, yellowish fumes started pouring in from everywhere. Vents, sewer grates, or from your local villainous clown in a gas mask who would jump out from a random corner or bush at you and spray the stuff into your face. Effects would set in in mere seconds for anyone unlucky enough to get a full whiff of it. 

Friday night. The start of the weekend! So relaxing. So peaceful. So tranquil!

Not anymore. 

For one thing... where was everybody?

 

 

((OOC: I know it says 'Public Roleplay', but please, PM me before you jump in! Except for Max and Quiverwing... I've talked to them, so they are up anytime in this blog! Villains looking to exploit this for their own gains welcome too! And just so you know, anyone entering the scene now will not be affected by this, as the gas has pretty much cleared (unless stated otherwise). Also, order is not required. Just come in whenever you feel necessary.))

    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

      Quiverwing brightened at the autograph question.  "Keen gear - a fan!"

      She followed eagerly, happy to have some positive attention for her hero work.

      "WE found where Quackerjack's hiding in the sewers with a whole map of the city, and this place is circled."  Then she thought of her father.  "Hey - have you guys seen Darkwing Duck around?"

      • J. Gander Hooter
        J. Gander Hooter

        Once they got to the surface, they appeared to be somewhere underfoot in the S.H.U.S.H. building. It was mainly used as one of S.H.U.S.H.'s emergency exits, but it had been put to other uses, such as storage. The wide space of a room was stacked with musty electronics, machines, paperwork in cabinets and drawers, and those really old computers. There was even a gigantic screen S.H.U.S.H. directors used to report from in the S.H.U.S.H. building (until Director J.Gander Hooter decided it was too formal, preferring to talk to agents personally, and took it down).

        The one called Siegfried kept silent at the questioning, leading them towards a door at the end of the room, which was pretty far off, but the friendly canine agent talked to Quiverwing (right after he got her signature).

        "No, we haven't. But you don't have to worry!" he added. "Darkwing is a superhero. He'll be fine! And he's probably trying to solve the case even as we speak!"

        "As long as he isn't still straightening out wrinkles in his cape..." Siegfried muttered, finding the keys to unlock the door. Once it was open, they climbed up the first flight of stairs (after making sure to lock the door behind them). Once they reached the top, they would find themselves in S.H.U.S.H.'s storage room. Yes, more storage rooms. Except that this was more recent than the one downstairs. 

        "Sir, we found two heroes unaffected, wandering around in the sewers," Siegfried informed through the communicator. "Yes, sir. I'll be bringing them to see you right away."

        He led them out of the storage room, right pass another few storage rooms, until they came to the end of the corridor, passing through one of S.H.U.S.H.'s larger offices. 

        ((OOC: Any agents wanting to jump in can do so now.))

        • Vladimir Grizzlikoff
          Vladimir Grizzlikoff

          In the main office, several agents were milling about, going about their business and trying to keep up some semblance of normalcy despite the goings-on that had caused the entire agency to go on lockdown.

           

          It was unknown when it would once again be safe to come and go, and there was a small bit of unease in the air. But Chief Agent Grizzlikoff had ordered business to continue as normal, assuring everyone that things would be sorted out.

           

          Grizzlikoff was currently in the office Siegfried's group had just entered, reviewing a young female agent's recently completed paperwork. After nodding in satisfaction and giving his approval, the bear glanced up to find Siegfried and the others approaching.

           

          He regarded Quiverwing and Max with an unreadable expression. It figured. They'd found people outside of SHUSH unaffected by the fumes... and they both just had to be heroes, didn't they?

           

          Still, it could have been worse. At least it wasn't Darkwing.

           

          Agent Siegfried,” he greeted, handing the paperwork back over to the agent and sending her on her way. “Have there been any new developments?” He began walking alongside the group, having been on his way to the director's office as well.

          • J. Gander Hooter
            J. Gander Hooter

            The agent respectfully saluted the Chief Agent before moving on. The canine agent, who was still talking to the heroes, didn't seem to notice yet.

            "One of the heroes claim to have the chemicals responsible for the chaos caused, sir," he informed Agent Grizzlikoff as they moved towards the director's office together. "We'll have to report to Director Hooter first so he could assign the lab agents to work on finding the cure."

            • Agent Carol Torres
              Agent Carol Torres

              Another canine approached with a messenger bag under one arm and a stack of files under the other. She had been about to share her report when she saw the new arrivals.  The collie perked her ears and wagged her tail slightly as she recognized Quiverwing Quack. She remained respectfully silent and still as her superior passed by, waiting for him to either acknowledge or ignore her. 

              Her report wasn't good news. Several of St. Canard's finest were among the pillaging masses.  Two police officers were captured on security footage breaking and entering into a pawn shop on Feather Street. Another officer was spotted on a traffic camera stealing cash and goods from a donut shop. Agent Torres had been about to report that the zombies she'd been tracking via camera feeds and reports from other agents were all heading toward the sewers but that was nothing the chief agent did not already know.  She hung back and smiled at the heroes as they neared her.

              "It's good to see you, Ms. Quack." 

              Agent Torres had not seen Max's file since he was fairly new to SHUSH, so she was unfamiliar with the fox, but she offered him a polite nod and smile in greeting as well. They might be on lockdown but she could still be respectful. 

              • Max Wicked
                Max Wicked

                Max looked around him as they proceeded into the office where he would meet two unfamiliar faces he hadn't seen in SHUSH even from the previous timeline he had been in. Once Siegfried did the talking, Max nodded as he waited to see the leader of SHUSH...Hooter. While he waited, Max saw the paperworking agent walk in and give Max the respectful greeting nod and smiled a bit lightly. Something about her made Max wonder...Something in her eyes screamed curiosity. But Max shrugged it off as he had something bigger to worry about. The danger of his French heroine friend and the control that SHUSH was losing as the emotionless people were getting to be more and more and the crime rate was rapidly increasing...Beyond their control at least. 

                • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                  Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                  Quiverwing brightened at the agent knowing her name.  "It's good to be here!" she responded.  "I'm glad you guys didn't get bombed by Quackerjack's grinning zombie gas yet.  Speaking of, we think he's going to target SHUSH next, so we'd better speak to Director Hooter pronto!"

                  • J. Gander Hooter
                    J. Gander Hooter

                    "What, exactly, did you want to speak to me about?" a voice asked mildly. 

                    And everyone did a collective turn-around of confusion towards the voice, before looking down and finding the director standing by Siegfried with folded arms behind his back, who'd made his appearance when everyone was distracted talking. Maybe except Quiverwing, but that's because she was just as short as he was. And the agents present immediately saluted respectfully. 

                    "Director! I thought you were waiting for us at the office," Siegfried said.

                    "Why would I be waiting at the office when there isn't any time to waste?" the director stated. "If we are to get to the bottom of this mess we have to act quickly!" he glanced at the two heroes. "Am I to assume you have found the root of the problem? Come with me. I know who can help," he said, beckoning them to follow him to the labs. "You'll have to tell me everything on the way."

                    • Drake Mallard
                      Drake Mallard

                      Then out of smoke he appeared. Only looking more terrifying on the account of the gas mask. His breathing could be heard through it before he pulled it down.

                      "What is going on? There's some kind of gas all over the city?" Darkwing asked. Then he spied his daughter. "I have been looking all over for you! Where were you? I was so worried when everyone started going crazy!"

                      • Launchpad McQuack
                        Launchpad McQuack

                        Not far behind the hero, another gas masked figure loomed.  Launchpad looked more silly than intimidating in his, but hey, it's better to be safe than sorry. Especially given the mode of entrance they'd had to take. 

                        "Oh hey, Max! I was wondering where you've been." 

                        Spoken through the mask. Thankfully his attire, build, and shock of bright hair made Launchpad very easy to recognize even with his face and beak completely obscured. He waited quietly for everyone else to finish what they were going to say or do.

                         

                        • Max Wicked
                          Max Wicked

                          Max turned around and saw Hooter had approached and nods at his question as they began to follow him...That was, until two familiar figures showed up and let out a sigh of relief "Ah good....Some backup." Max then saw Launchpad as well and then was rather surprised that Launchpad recognized him...He'd ask him about it maybe later...Max then noticed Darkwing's questions towards Quiverwing and looked at her and Darkwing "Uh....Quiverwing, do you have a relation with Darkwing or something?" he asked curiously as they were about to walk and take the chemicals to the lab.

                          • J. Gander Hooter
                            J. Gander Hooter

                            Brief pause.

                            The fact that Darkwing had just entered a highly secured, armed and alarm-rigged building that was currently on lockdown had not escaped any of the agents' notice. In fact, some of them nearly had their guns out before they realised who it was.

                            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                              "Darkwing!" Quiverwing cried, immediately running to him to wrap him in a relieved hug.  "I'm so glad you're not a zombie!"

                              She was quick to hug Darkwing's sidekick, too, then she eyed Max.  "We're nothing more than heroic colleagues, right Darkwing?"  She elbowed him.

                              • Drake Mallard
                                Drake Mallard

                                "Hmm? Oh right." Darkwing had been so overcome by relief after that hug he nearly forgot about identities.

                                He coughed a little as he regained his composure. "Now explain to me what's going on so can get to the bottom of this. I assume from the laughing I would guess it would be that terrible trouble making toymaker, Quackerjack is behind this. But why?"

                                One arm behind his back and hand on his chin he became lost in thoughts on how to solve the case.

                                • Max Wicked
                                  Max Wicked

                                  Max watched as Quiverwing hug her and raised an eyebrow suspiciously "Hmm...Well, okay then." Max then heard Darkwing speak and crossed his arms "Well, you see...QJ has planned to use this chemical that controls people and he even planned to use it on me and Quiverwing here by kidnapping us but we got out safely. I have chemicals that I'm taking to the lab to see if they can subside the effects and restore everyone's minds."

                                  • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                    Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                    Quiverwing motioned frantically toward Max to stop talking, then glanced guiltily up at her father, who still hadn't known she had snuck out for that adventure.  "Uh, heh, heh...at least we got out safely?  Besides, if we hadn't stopped him before, we wouldn't have been able to figure out what he was up to now!  We gotta get to the SHUSH lab and get going on a cure before Quackerjack attacks!"

                                    • Launchpad McQuack
                                      Launchpad McQuack

                                      "We were real worried about you, QW," Launchpad replied to Quiverwing gently. He looked back up at Max. "Thanks for your help." 

                                      He turned his attention to Director Hooter and the rest of the SHUSH agents, wondering whether he should mention he had a friend who was good at inventing stuff or if he should just keep quiet and stay out of the way for now. He had shown his DIA (Duckburg Intelligence Agency) and SHUSH credentials to the agents guarding the doorways. Technically he and Darkwing should have waited for Hooter's approval before barging in, but Darkwing wasn't very good at waiting for standard operating procedures. They'd made it here, for better or worse.  Now what? 

                                       

                                      ((OOC: My characters will keep quiet until after Gryzlikoff, Hooter, and everyone else reply from here on. Agent Torres doesn't have anything to add to the scene anyway, although she could reluctantly be persuaded to be a test subject for the cure, if you need a Guinea pig. XD )) 

                                      • Vladimir Grizzlikoff
                                        Vladimir Grizzlikoff

                                        Grizzlikoff frowned at Agent Torres' report. It certainly wasn't good news to hear the police had succumbed to the effects of the fumes... but, then again, it was hardly surprising. As far as he could tell so far, aside from Quiverwing and Max, only those at SHUSH had been unaffected. Hopefully, however, that was not the case.

                                         

                                        Director!” The bear started a bit, not having noticed Director Hooter's approach. He hated it whenever he did that...

                                         

                                        As they walked, Grizzlikoff updated the director on the situation concerning the police. Before they could get far, however, a certain pain-in-the-backside showed up.

                                         

                                        Groan.  When he'd hoped for someone else to not be effected by the gas... did it really have to be him?

                                         

                                        How did you get in here??” the bear demanded heatedly, glaring at Darkwing. “Entire building is on lockdown!”  Arms thrown up in the air for emphasis.

                                         

                                        Oh, he knew all too well how Darkwing didn't like following procedures. And it was precisely that unpredictable nature of his – paired with an ego five times the size of Duckburg – that made the bear's fur bristle at the very sight of him.

                                         

                                         

                                        ((OOC: Sorry for popping in and disappearing, guys. XD Things got crazy stressful at home for a bit.  Things have calmed down, though.))

                                         

                                        • J. Gander Hooter
                                          J. Gander Hooter

                                          Hooter nodded as he listened to the report the heroes gave him, as well as the update Grizzlikoff had given him, as they reached the labs.

                                          "I believe I know someone who can help," he said, pushing the doors open. "Three of them, in fact."

                                          Only to see two scientists at it again... arguing.

                                          "Why don't you go out there and do it yourself?"

                                          "Said ze girl who suggested eet!"

                                          Hooter cleared his throat. "Ladies, please! We have a crisis on our hands! Continue this banter later!"

                                          A young, pretty, bespectacled woman in soft brown curls in a lab coat, who had been working on a set of chemicals nearby while her two colleagues 'talked' it out, got towards Hooter, eyes wide in concern. "Director, sir... we were unable to trace the source of the laughter. The fumes had already dissipated to the point of being harmless, and whatever we were able to get our hands on... well, we drew up blank. We were thinking of getting out there to get an actual sample ourselves..."

                                          "But as you can see," the raven haired woman, also with spectacles, cut in. "We haven't... quite decided who to. Yet."

                                          The blond agent stuck her tongue out at her.

                                          Why was it that lab agents were always so casual around him? Hooter smiled and shook his head. "No, Dr. Bellum, I don't think that would be necessary. Some of the local heroes managed to retrieve some of the chemicals themselves. I've brought them here, to give you all a hand." 

                                          "Then what are we waiting for?" she clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "Let's get to it! Rhoda, would you mind clearing up the lab table, so we can restart everything? Phaedra, I need you to examine the chemicals and list them down, then hand them all to her. Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!" 

                                          Fun. Yes.

                                          As the brown haired scientist rushed off to clear the table as fast as she could, the other scientist who'd been arguing with her earlier beckoned to Max, pulling out a clipboard, and looked around for the pen before realising it was attached to the board. 

                                          "Okay, show me what you've got," she told Max with a grin. 

                                          Hooter decided to stay around to watch, and allowed any agent who had cone along to do so too. This wasn't normal working hours, after all. 

                                          "Anyone who are, or is, knowledgeable in this area, please assist the scientists," he told the heroes. "We need all the help we can get."

                                          • Drake Mallard
                                            Drake Mallard

                                            "I used my copy of the house key." Darkwing said in a smart ass reply knowing it would get on Grizz's nerves before pulling out his S.H.U.S.H. ID. "I just used my ID and they let me in."

                                            Not really the most exciting way to get into a building. He had pushed his way inside after flashing his ID not caring to wait for some mumble jumble procedure. He had been worried about Gosalyn and was lucky she happened to be here.

                                            Speaking of which.

                                            "When we get home we're having a dicussion about you sneaking out." He muttered in a low voice.

                                            He caught the arguement as he followed them to the lab. Oh yes, the lab. S.H.U.S.H.'s scientists would probably be considered mad if outsiders knew what went on inside.

                                            "I may have Ph.D's in Molecular Biology and Chemical Engineering but everytime I get involved with the lab I end up a test subject." He eyed Dr. Bellum warily after Hooter suggested that someone assist them.

                                             

                                            • J. Gander Hooter
                                              J. Gander Hooter

                                              Dr. Bellum merely chuckled, overhearing Darkwing's remark.

                                              "Oh, Darkwing, don't be silly!" she said cheerfully. "You've always been a great help to us! Now, if you'd just stand over there..."

                                              So I can finally test this portal gun...

                                              "Dr. Bellum? The everything's cleared, and all equipment are ready," Dr. Dendron spoke up, helpfully diverting her attention away from Darkwing. 

                                              "Wonderful! I'm sure we'll be able to find a cure pretty soon!"

                                              Assuming Agent Phaedra was still on her task of getting all the chemicals from Max and not drifting off... she tended to do that.

                                              • Agent Carol Torres
                                                Agent Carol Torres

                                                Agent Torres was curious about the relationships she saw playing out in front of her. It did not take a degree in rocket science to see that there was some sort of kinship between Quiverwing and Darkwing. She was also curious to learn if the scientists had been successful in creating a cure. However, as soon as she heard the bantering, and Dr. Bellum chiding Darkwing, the collie backed away slowly.  Oh my, so much work to do back at her desk. Time to slip out. 

                                                • Max Wicked
                                                  Max Wicked

                                                  Max walked to the lab and saw the two scientists that he had seen before and got out the vials of chemicals as he was beckoned to hand over the vials but just as he turned his head from getting them out his pockets, he saw Darkwing about to be tested on and gave a nervous look but once he had her attention, Max did hand over the chemicals gently "I have some experience in alchemy so I'll try to be of some help for something like this. If we can combine them with the opposite of whatever was put in the chemicals, maybe we can reverse the effects and cure everyone."

                                                  • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                    Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                    Quiverwing crossed her arms when Darkwing said they'd "talk" later.  She knew what THAT meant.  "Aww," she grumbled.

                                                    At the mention of curing everyone, she perked up.  "OR we could engineer an even BETTER potion to make our OWN mutant zooooombie army!"

                                                    At the stares she was getting, she deflated and gave a reluctant kick.  "Or not."

                                                    • Launchpad McQuack
                                                      Launchpad McQuack

                                                      Launchpad gulped at Quiverwing's suggestion. "I don't think I'm going to be getting much sleep for the next week..."