RP: Cruising to Christmas

Deck the bows with halls of holy!

Traversing the calm, cool waters of Calisota was a splendid cruise ship. It was covered with equally splendid (or not so splendid, depending on one's point of view) Christmas lights and decorations, and absolutely filled with Christmas jiggles and of course delicious Christmas food.

Mostly importantly, it was also filled with personalities from all walks of life from both Duckburg and St Canard. The only thing missing was adult beverages and entertainment because hey, this was a professional child-friendly environment and there was no need for any of those shenanigans.

[[OOC: Open RP! All welcome! This will be IC but with no explanation of how they have all ended up on the boat and with some sort of truce against outright fighting in effect between goodies and baddies - think House of Mouse. Keep it around PG please, whatever would have passed on their respective shows. MERRY JINGLEY TO YOU ALL!]]

    • Drake Mallard
      Drake Mallard

      Darkwing tried to go after the bomb when it went from his sidekick's hands to Scrooge's then to Negaduck's. He was about to pounce the villain when it exploded into the pink glittery shower that dusted him as well.

      He was going to protest about the mess that now graced his fine costume when he noted that Negaduck was also completely covered from head to toe in the pink glitter.

      "Guess I'm not the only who likes to be flashy." The hero busted a gut laughing.

      • Launchpad McQuack
        Launchpad McQuack

        Scrooge had slammed on the brakes in time to avoid a Negacollision, but some of the abhominable glitter floated back on the breeze and landed on him.

        "Ack. I did not hire a Twinklebell act. The cost and cleanup is enougha to choke a yeti," he growled as he shook his silk topper off. "Howling crashwagons. Who is responsible for this?"

         

        Launchpad couldn't help chuckling. "Look at the bright side! Now we won't need a disco ball for the dance party, hehehe."

         

        ((OOC: If Mal, Negs, Fenton, or anyone else wants to respond first, I'll delete or modify my post, no problem. XD ))

        • Negaduck
          Negaduck

          THIS.

          THIS IS WHY YOU DO NOT DO NICE THINGS.

          Even if they are for a nefarious hidden agenda.

          The two stunned eyes visible through the glimmering heap atop the now bespeckled shoulders eventually shifted back to their 'I hate you all' deadpan standard. 

          "Laugh it up, yutzes."

          May as well, while that damned non-violence pact was in effect.

          "It'll be over before you can say roast Rudolph."

          And, with a flick of his cape, Negaduck stormed off.

          Which may not have had the dramatic ominous effect he was going for, for it sent a FLOOF of glitter cloud up into the air. 

          • Piper/ Jade
            Piper/ Jade

            Piper looked up at Jacob, smiling brightly. Looked like they were going to get out of this all safely.

            "You assure me what?" She asked, tapping his chin to get his attention. "That you'd buy every edition? That you'd ask me for an autograph? Be my personal body guard?"

            • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
              Queen Malicia of St. Canard

              Mal had decided Mrs. Claus herself would make for a good body shield, as she was currently situated behind the 'woman'. 

              Preparing for the worst, until she realized Negaduck's bruised ego was the baddest it would get.

              Which, when you think about who we're dealing with here, is truly not a good thing.

              But there were more pressing concerns. Namely, the floor-length list she had procured from her cleavage.

              "I have a few small requests this year from your husband." She began. "We'll start with the limited edition jimmy choo-uahas and move our way down to the handbags and jewelry. I've categorized everything by immediate needs..." 

              Oh boy, they really should not have left this party dry. 

              • DarkwingPsycho
                DarkwingPsycho

                Jacob glanced back at her and smirked coyly.  "Oh, I'll be your bodyguard, all right..."  He grabbed her by the hand.  "C'mon, there has to be someplace on this boat that isn't dripping with cheesy Christmas cheer."

                He, too, downed the last of his hot chocolate, and his cane was making a dull thump against the deck as they moved.

                • GizmoDuck
                  GizmoDuck

                  Between the explosion of dazzling proportions and watching a list scroll out of cleavage of a lenght  to draw a tear to any stage magicians eye (good thing they had all those handkerchiefs stuffed up their sleeves)  Fenton was feeling mighty overwhelmed,  not to mention Mr. McDuck was looking to get some answers to probably very expensive questions. 

                   

                  "Uh chiuaua?  Say, a pet is a big responsibility young lady you have to make sure you keep a tight hold on the leash unless you want to tangle up innocent bystanders at a Christmas party."

                   

                  Mrs.  Claus dusted herself off just a hint of glitter wafting off the musty fabric.  "Pink suits Negaduck don't you think?"  He wondered aloud.

                   

                   

                  • Piper/ Jade
                    Piper/ Jade

                    Blinking rapidly and trailed along side of him, laughing. "I thought you liked cheesy!" She was sure he had said that to her before.

                    There was no argument. She'd gotten greedy with his company lately, especially since his return home. Piper had to be careful though, she didn't want to appear too clingy with the mallard.

                    She snuggled up to his side once more, smiling a bit. "Or is it just my cheesy you like?" It would be kind of nice to just have Christmas together, snuggled by a fire or something like that.

                    • Drake Mallard
                      Drake Mallard

                      Darkwing stopped Jacob for a moment after he had finished laughing as he went over to him. "Keep your eyes peeled. I believe all of the members of the Fearsome Five are here. They might be trouble."

                      Then he added.

                      "Maybe we can talk later."

                      The hero then slipped past them to keep an eye on the chaos happening on deck. The pink glitter didn't exactly make him look all that threatening nor heroic for that matter. But at least he stood out with the sparkly shine. Maybe his sidekick was right about the disco ball comment.

                      "If there is a dance party later, I can show off my moves." He mused as he rejoined his sidekick to help him out.

                       

                       

                      • Launchpad McQuack
                        Launchpad McQuack

                        Launchpad chuckled and did some arm and hip moves. "Come on, folks. This is a party, ain't it? Let's get groovy!"

                         

                        Scrooge made his way over to Fenton. "A word with you, `Ma'am'."

                        He hooked his cane around Fenton's arm to haul him out from under his biggest customer and turned his attention to the goody bag.

                        "Where in blazes did you get this bag? A-a glitter bomb disguised as a real bomb?" He pulled out another odd looking contraption. "Whatever in thunder this durned thing is. What happened to the bag of candy canes and business cards I left in your cabin?" He slung the bag over his own shoulder to keep everyone else from snooping around in it. "Don't tell me you deactivated your keycard again."

                        • DarkwingPsycho
                          DarkwingPsycho

                          Jacob paused when Darkwing stepped in front of him and Piper, then smirked at his comment about the Fearsome Five.  He wasn't too worried.  Not only were the Five mostly incompetent, it took a lot to get Jacob riled up, at least in that regard.

                          At the mention of talking later, Jacob nodded.  "All right."

                          Darkwing moved along, and Jacob continued to walk with Piper toward the back end of the boat, away from the others.

                          • Piper/ Jade
                            Piper/ Jade

                            "Chummy." She didn't have to ask. He'd know her point, and if he didn't she would pout until he replied.

                            Then again was it really a shock that he knew Darkwing Duck?

                            No. She supposed it shouldn't, but it was unsettling. Piper was a criminal after all.

                            • GizmoDuck
                              GizmoDuck

                              Effectively hooked, Fenton staggered to his feet.

                              "Would you believe it was a Christmas miracle?"  He reached into his pockets and rained more paper snowflakes onto the literal Scrooge.  On closer examination these were very clearly crafted from aforementioned business cards. He leaned in conspiratorially to whisper.  "Besides these are much more exciting dont you think?"

                              As if on cue there was a distinct ripping sound as a small  invention with that looked like a spring with arms and legs made a bid for freedom.  After it wiggled through the cut it had made it grabbed a tail feather from the exposed tail of McDuck and plucked it without warning or any sign of remorse.

                              • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                "I'd say a muzzle would better suit Negaduck." She murmured more to herself than to the Mrs. 

                                Only to realize her cash-cow was being dragged off by another cash-cow.

                                "Hey, we're not finished!" Following after Scrooge and Fenton, her list fluttering. "We haven't even gotten to the the deadly forbidden magical artifacts yet!"

                                • GizmoDuck
                                  GizmoDuck

                                  "Ack!"  A cry of shock and horror erupted from the undoubtably soon to be "late" Fenton Crackshell and he shot forward to grab the little spring.  The spring (clutching it's prize greedily) unsurprisingly sprung from it's perch and landed upon the approaching Malicia and began it's vile work.

                                   

                                  The feather was brandished and punched her ticket right to tickle time.

                                  • Launchpad McQuack
                                    Launchpad McQuack

                                    "What are you blathering about?" Scrooge adjusted his glasses as piece of "snowflake" fluttered onto his beak. Spying a familiar double slashed dollar sign logo on it, he peered more carefully at the cardstock cutout. "Are these--?"

                                    Before Fenton could get Scrooge's full wrath, the invention plucked a tender spot.  Scrooge shot up in the air like a rocket, holding his poor violated tail.

                                    "YEOW HOHO!!!" 

                                    He landed somewhere in the crowd, right next to (or possibly on) a fox. 

                                     

                                    Launchpad just laughed at the duck rocket as he continued wiggling to the music, mistaking the cry of pain as a jolly yell. "That's getting in the spirit, Mr. McDee!"

                                     

                                    • Max Wicked
                                      Max Wicked

                                      Meanwhile, in the far distance of the boat party came a smaller boat. Max received a strangely suspicious ticket to a party and knew that the heroes would be there but...Also villains?! Max knew that Christmas was approaching quickly from the corner but never had he imagined good and evil to just drop their weapons for once and call a truce to celebrate. 

                                       

                                      It almost seemed too unreal. Once Max docked with the boat, he quickly got on and saw it go off again and looked around him at the busy crowd that appeared to be having fun. Some good and some evil but as he began to walk and take a look around, he heard a whistling noise and a brisk wind from above him and looked up for a moment and his eyes widen as the shadow below him grew bigger and with a thump, Max was crushed by Scrooge and groaned "...What...A nice warm welcoming that was..." he said before letting his head go limp for a moment from all the air knocked out of him.

                                      • Quackerjack
                                        Quackerjack

                                        SQUEAK!!!

                                        That would be Quackerjack, taking the chance to play his cracker toy right in the ears of the unfortunate Scrooge and Max. 

                                        "BUDDY!" he pulled Max right from under the one-duck pile, and hugged him tighter than he ever squeezed that toy. "You're here too?? Merry Christmas!" 

                                        Bleep. 

                                        Quackerjack pulled away from Max, looking quite shocked. "Excuse me??" 

                                        No, that wasn't him. 

                                        The annoyed console crawled out of Max's hoodie and thwacked the clown in the face, making him jump back. Undeterred, Quackerjack started pulling on Max's arm. 

                                        "Come oooon! I want you to meet somebody!" 

                                        • Max Wicked
                                          Max Wicked

                                          Max heard the obnoxiously loud squeak and groaned from the ringing in his ears "Ow...." Max then oofed as he was dragged out from the pile and then ended up being squeezed by a not so friendly face. Max then rolled his eyes a bit and sighed "Yeah...Merry Christmas..." Max never was experienced with spending good tidings with people he disliked and let alone fought against to stop the plots.

                                           

                                          Max soon felt something crawl inside of him as he heard a beep and blinked as he saw the game console "Huh...? How on earth did you get inside of my hoodie? Ah never mind. At least you can keep me company..." Max then soon got forcefully dragged by QJ and uhhs as he had no choice "Okay, I guess..." Max couldn't help but look back at the stunned Scrooge.

                                          • Launchpad McQuack
                                            Launchpad McQuack

                                            Scrooge's eyes crossed from the ear splitting noise right next to his already spinning head, and groaned as he was sent rolling by an unsympathetic Quackerjack, but he did not stay down long. He was up in a flash, with a red face and fierce gaze, his words coming out so fast, they were barely decipherable. 

                                            "** blazing *** Whose *** *** ? I'm going to--" he rolled up his sleeves threateningly, steam literally pouring out of his nostrils.

                                            • Negaduck
                                              Negaduck

                                              "Okeey, okeey, you wunderful peeples!"

                                              Malicia's photographer. The real, geniune photographer this time. 

                                              That much was obvious from the cast on his tibia. And ribs. And left shoulder. And was that a hammerhead shark bite mark across half his scalp?

                                              It had been a tough year. Tougher for some, namely those who crossed the path of holistic detectives and certain supervillains.

                                              "All together now, is group photo time!"

                                              Hopefully McDuck's temper would cool off quickly, or that shade of red would throw his white balance all off.

                                              • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                 Gosalyn was following Quackerjack curiously - what was he doing chumming up to Max?  There was also the possibility that while they were distracted with the photo, she could slip a hand in one of his gigantic pockets and get at one of those crackers...

                                                • DarkwingPsycho
                                                  DarkwingPsycho

                                                  Jacob looked down at Piper, then out over the waters of the bay as they moved away from everyone.  Perhaps it would be a little less chaotic below deck.

                                                  "Yes, well...Darkwing and I work together at SHUSH," he said carefully.  It was a delicate dance - keep his son's identity safe while trying not to lie to Piper.  He'd seen how well that would go over.  "But never mind him, let's see what amenities McDuck offers on this ship."

                                                  • Piper/ Jade
                                                    Piper/ Jade

                                                    Seemed logical.

                                                    Piper shrugged and smiled, allowing Jacob to lead. "Hopefully some good food, and someplace warm. The air is too chill." A mild complaint at best, but the moisture in the air was cutting through even her downy feathers. Piper was a summer girl... this winter stuff was-- well, for the birds.

                                                    • Launchpad McQuack
                                                      Launchpad McQuack

                                                      "Look around you, Man. Does this look like an opportune time for a photo?!" Scrooge growled but he was promptly interrupted by a bulldozing pilot, who had immediately perked his ears at the announcement. 

                                                       

                                                      "Oh boy! A Christmas picture!" Launchpad beamed as he herded people toward the camera. "Come on everyone! I hope he gets my good side. Hehe." 

                                                       

                                                      "Are you out of your cloud-picking mind?" Scrooge tried to protest, but his air was shut off as Launchpad scooped him up in one arm and Fenton in the other. 

                                                       

                                                      "Come on, DW! Group shot!" Launchpad urged Darkwing to join him, possibly squeezing him into the uncomfortable group hug he had his former boss and former colleague in.