Spot of tea?

Gosalyn hummed happily to herself as she put the finishing touches on her tea party. She had booked a room in a cafe for a discount and had it decorated herself. Now, the room was covered in various shades of pink and sparkled with glitter. Laced cloth hung on the white chairs, and a striped maroon and pink tablecloth graced the table. Soft, classical music floated from a radio. 

"Miss Gosalyn? Your tea is here," a shop attendant entered with a huge tea set, her eyes widening when she saw the decor. "Wow, this room looks amazing! You certainly didn't need our help, huh?" 

"Nope, but thank you for offering anyway. Just put that in the centre, thank you!" she flashed her a sweet smile that would melt any cold heart. 

It slipped a little when she glanced at the tray and the attendant felt her heart drop. What was wrong? Did she get the order wrong? Was the tea not hot enough? Did she need extra cups? Should the tea set be pink? 

"Cookies...? I didn't order any cookies..." Gosalyn pointed to the pile of cookies on a plate, by the teapot. The shop attendant let out a quiet sigh of relief and patted her hair. 

"It's on the house, sweetie. I hope you and your friends enjoy them!" 

"Oh, thank you so much!" Gosalyn told her happily. "You're all so nice to me!" 

The attendant chuckled, gave her a wink, then left the room. 

Now all she had to do was wait. Her guests ought to be arriving anytime soon. 

    • GizmoDuck
      GizmoDuck

      Arriving was something that one particular invitee was positively  skilled at. The doors of the cafe burst opened with jubilant fanfare as Gizmoduck made his appearance. His white armor gleamed heroically as he basked in his glory. People cheered, women fainted in excitement, checkbooks balanced themselves... you know, the usual. After inquiring with the hostess about where he should go he rolled into a room that had been shellacked in glitter. He was glad he had his visor on to shield his eyes because when the sun came in it was like looking at a solar flare.

      He was so busy looking around he almost didn’t notice the little girl but once he did he smiled brightly and approached her, crouching as he reached her.

      “Hello there young lady, might you be the fair Gosalyn I’ve heard so much about?” His voice was open, friendly, and marinated in bravado.

      • Drake Mallard
        Drake Mallard

        Smoke rolled into the room followed by a dramatic voice.

        "I am the terror tha flaps in the night! I am the--"

        There was a pause.

        "Are those cookies?"

        Several cookies on the plate disappeared before Darkwing seemed to appear out of nowhere on one side of the room.

        "Hmm..Chocolate chip too." The hero licked his bill of crumbs. He smiled at Gosalyn as he greeted her. "I would have been here sooner but I just got out of physical therapy. Bum shoulder still. But those cookies hit the spot."

        Then his voice took on a more flat tone when he spotted Gizmoduck. "Hello. Surprised to see you here."

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          When Quiverwing poked his head into the room, he was not exactly dressed as Quiverwing. He had his green mask on, which was slightly askew, and his head feathers were more ruffled than usual. He was wearing a blue collared shirt with the top button undone and a loosened green necktie, as well as an olive green sport coat. He kind of had a strong 'harried and overworked father' vibe going on.


          "Hi, sweetheart," he said to Gosalyn, with immediate laser focus and a sweet, apologetic tone. "I'm sorry, honey, daddy got stuck at the morgue with work stuff. The coroner--" He paused, blinked, and looked up at the others as if noticing them for the first time, and in a more normal voice said, "Oh, hey, guys."


          Quiverwing said, "Please excuse me, I'll be right back. I wanted to wash my hands again before I did anything else. Because, uh. Morgue." He then lifted his hands palms upwards and shrugged, as if there was just nothing else to add to that, and ducked out again.

          • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
            (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

            "Gizmoduck!" she practically sang, rushing over and jumping up to give him a hug. "Yes, I'm Gosalyn! Sit down, sit down! I'm so glad you could come! Thank you so much for the presents! How are-" 

            That was when Darkwing decided to make his appearance in a huge cloud of smoke... and steal several cookies. He would receive an enthusiastic hug too as Gosalyn bounded towards him. "Darkwing! You're here! Aww, I'm so sorry your arm is still hurting." She gave his poor hurt shoulder a kiss. "Better?" she asked, returning his smile with an angelic one. 

            Quiverwing too got a hug from her when he arrived. She was so like an excited puppy when she acted like that. "Welcome back! Come on, take a seat and I'll pour you some tea!" 

            She was barely fazed at the implication that her dad was covered in morgue stuff. She gave him a kiss on the side of his head and offered him a warm towel before he ducked out of the room. 

            • GizmoDuck
              GizmoDuck

              ((OOC: "Ducked out the the room." HURHURHUR))

              "You're welcome little Gizmobuddy, I see you're making great use of the glitter-"  on... everything. Everywhere.  I hope whoever booked this place checked to see if they were going to be charged a cleaning fee. But when she hugged him he daren't show her any of his misgivings.... because....

              Aw.

              Just.

              AW.

              He hugged her back and straightened up when she pranced off to greet the others.  

              "I was given a formal invitation." He said proudly in reply to Darkwing and produced a bio hazard bag filled with glitter.  If you shook it you could almost make out a small envelope.  It resembled the world's most bizarre snow globe.

              At Quiverwing's arrival and immediate departure the hero waved merrily "hello" and "good-bye"! Although he questioned the etiquette of speaking of morgues at a tea party.  He also had never been in a morgue (not being a detective by any stretch of the imagination) so he had no idea what had transpired there on any basis normal or otherwise.  He'd also only ever been to one other tea party so as far as he knew morgues could take up most of the conversations. It was a strange old world.

              "Say this looks swell young lady.  Did you set this all up by yourself?" He looked at Darkwing for a moment before a panel sprung open and a small clothes brush popped up and dusted the cookie crumbs off the mallard's chest. "There, much better.  That's a good way to get stains you know."

               

               

              • Drake Mallard
                Drake Mallard

                "I'll be alright." Darkwing gave her a squeeze when he hugged her back. "Better."

                Then he eyed Quiverwing when the other drake came in. He did notice his appearance but what the drake said caught him off guard a little.

                "Morgue? Is there something I should be aware of?" There was a hint of concern.

                But the answer would have to until Quiverwing came back.

                "Err...thanks." Darkwing blushed in embarrassment when the crumbs were brushed off him. He brushed his own coat just to be double sure that all of them were gone. Then he dug into a pocket to pull out his own invitation. "So was I."

                He hadn't expected the amount of glitter to come out of it when he had opened it. The Ratcatcher would need to be vacuumed later as one couldn't scare the criminal minds on a sparkly bike.

                • Quiverwing Duck
                  Quiverwing Duck

                  When Quiverwing properly returned, he looked far more pulled together, with both his mask and tie straightened neatly, and his head feathers smoothed into place. There was also a subtle hint of sparkle about him, which was not due to his smile--although that was bright-eyed and sunny--but because he now lived with a glitter fiend.


                  "Hello, Gizmoduck, hello, Darkwing. It's very nice to see you. I'm sorry about all that, I kind of rushed here from work, so to speak." The drake also gave Darkwing a placating wave of his hand, assuring him, "It was just a murder situation, don't worry about it."


                  He started to lean down to give Gosalyn a hug, then paused and said to Gizmoduck, "I'm a private investigator, in my day job." That should explain everything completely. He gave the little girl a kiss on her cheek.

                  • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                    (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                    "Yep!" Gosalyn said in answer to Gizmoduck's question, looking proud of herself. "I'm so happy you like it! Here," she pulled out a chair for Gizmoduck to sit down on and handed him a teacup and a saucer. She pulled out a chair for Darkwing and handed him a cup too and started pouring tea before chattering again. 

                    "This dress you bought is probably my favourite," she tugged on it to show Gizmoduck. "Actually, I really love all of them! How did you know to find me the right sizes? It's so cool!" she turned to grin at Darkwing. "Isn't Gizmoduck cool?"

                    Fortunately, Darkwing may not have to answer that as Quiverwing had re-arrived. She skipped over so he could hug and kiss her. Then she gently tugged on his sleeve to lead him to the table, where she also poured out a cup of tea for him. 

                    "Who wants sugar? Or cream?" 

                    • GizmoDuck
                      GizmoDuck

                      Oh. Oh no. She was... too cute. Almost slipping into a diabetic coma of sweetness Gizmoduck just clasped his hands helpless against her.

                      “Oh yeah look at that! It really suits you! I cannot take full responsibility, although I am quite fashionable myself,” wait, did he mean the Gizmosuit that he didn’t design or Fenton’s hodgepodge of a wardrobe? It was a mystery. “-a young lady helped me figure out what you might like. Say, maybe I can arrange a play date for you two, we’ll ask Quiverwing when get gets back.”

                      He politely stood beside the chair that was offered to him with the intention to make sure she was seated first before taking a load off. Talks of morgues aside he knew where etiquette stood on that point.

                      “A private detective eh?” He replied enthusiastically once the more put together looking archer returned. “Adding a bit more intrigue into your day are you? Sounds like a pip!”

                      Yeah. Morgues were such a blast.

                      “Thank you for this thoughtful invitation young lady.” He said sincerely finally realizing that he hadn’t thanked her yet.

                      • Drake Mallard
                        Drake Mallard

                        "Yeah cool." Darkwing tried to stay friendly despite the annoyance of praising Gizmoduck. He took a seat and waited for her to pour the tea. "I like sugar and cream, please."

                        He frowned at Quiverwing.

                        "A murder situation? Nothing to worry about? I don't think so."

                        Not going to brush that off easily.

                        • Quiverwing Duck
                          Quiverwing Duck

                          Quiverwing looked charmed and happy when Gosalyn led him to a seat. "Thank you, sweetheart." He really seemed to love that kid. In fact, he practically seemed like a functionally normal person in her presence. Just, woe to anyone who attempted to harm a hair on that child's head.


                          "Being a private detective has always been my 'day job'," he explained, to Gizmoduck. "Gotta pay the rent somehow." Crime fighting day job, crime fighting night job. There was a drake who did not know how to diversify his interests.


                          He looked sincerely apologetic when telling his twin, "I'm sorry, Darkwing, but it's not a cape and mask job. It's a .. uh, suit and non-mask job," Quiverwing gestured at the decidedly normal clothing he had on from the neck down.

                          • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                            (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                            "That sounds like a lot of fun!" Gosalyn said, brightening. Meeting another girl who loves fashion too? Gizmoduck might even get a small view of her tail-wiggle. "I'll definitely ask dad about it!" 

                            She quickly moved to get the sugar and cream, pouring both into Darkwing's cup a generous amount. He had a sweet tooth, huh? She'd remember that. 

                            She waited until Quiverwing had spoken to Darkwing before asking him about the playdate. "Dad, may I go on a playdate with Gizmoduck's friend? Please?" she hopped up and down in anticipation. 

                            • GizmoDuck
                              GizmoDuck

                              Once Gosalyn was seated the hero sat as well, the chair creaking under his weight. And my oh my wasn't he all smiles.

                              "It would be my great pleasure to introduce you to Ms. VanderQuack, I think you'll have a lot in common." Somewhere in Duckburg a room in the McDuck Mansion glittered. ((OOC: obviously this is '87 Webby.))  Forever a gentleman Gizmoduck served himself tea and... nearly all the sugar cubes, then turned the spout on Gosalyn's cup. To Quiverwing he added. "They'll be under constant supervision with a trusted member of the staff, Fenton Crackshell, Mr. McDuck's accountant and all around bang up guy. I'd trust him with my life. I think you'll like him too Ms."

                              Mmm hmm. Sure she will.

                              "Now! Let's put aside the grisly topics of our day jobs-" Somewhere a long neglected ledger wept. "-and get down to tea partying.  What's do you all think of that new celebrity that everyone's been talking about or... random sporting event that has got folks so heated, and how about this weather!"  

                              He had clearly done his research as to topics, but... he probably shouldn't have cited them verbatim. 

                              • Drake Mallard
                                Drake Mallard

                                "If you won't tell me, I'll find out in other ways." Darkwing snorted as he sipped his very sweet tea. "Thank you, Gos. That hit the spot."

                                On the subject of weather. "It's been too cold for me. Why can't evildoers hibernate for the winter?"

                                So I can stay home and snuggle under my covers in my warm bed. 

                                • Quiverwing Duck
                                  Quiverwing Duck

                                  "You're welcome to try as long as you don't lurk around my office when I'm trying to work," Quiverwing told Darkwing, his tone very dry. "I'm not letting you look in my case files."


                                  He seemed to prefer his tea plain. Really, he preferred coffee, but this would suffice. He said to Gosalyn, "Of course you can, sweetheart. I'll drive you there once its arranged. I actually haven't even seen Duckburg in this world, yet..." he looked thoughtful, then asked Gizmoduck, "What's the crime like, there? Do you have Beagle Boys? I haven't clobbered a Beagle Boy in ages."

                                  • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                    (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                    Gosalyn  both protested and thanked Gizmoduck for pouring her a cup of tea. Really, she was the host, not the guest! She should be doing this herself! 

                                    As they started chatting, she helpfully passed the remaining cookies around. 

                                    "They both sound lovely," she smiled at Gizmoduck. "I'm sure we'd get along well. Will you be with us too?" 

                                    As the conversation turned to the weather... "The snow is so pretty and magical!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I've never seen snow in my life and it's just so amazing! So soft and cold and fluffy! Did you know each snowflake has its own design? Do you think maybe angels make each and every snowflake?" 

                                    • GizmoDuck
                                      GizmoDuck

                                      “Er-“ well you dug yourself into that hole Fenton, would Gizmoduck be around for playdates too? “If my busy schedule allows it, sure!”

                                      “Oh we have Beagles by the barrel full, I’d gladly let you clobber a few Quiverwing. There’s enough to go around for you too Wingy if you’re well enough.” Pat pat on the shoulder. Such a trooper.

                                      At Gosalyn’s excited take on the weather he had to hold his hand to his breastplate, his heart couldn’t take it. Was he crying? It was hard to tell under the visor.

                                      “I do young lady.” He croaked. “I think you’re absolutely right.”

                                      • Drake Mallard
                                        Drake Mallard

                                        Darkwing nibbled on a cookie. "A fun thing to do is trying catching the snowflakes with your tongue. If there's enough snow you can build a snow man." He smiled little. "There's also sledding." 

                                        That smile fell when Gizmoduck patted his sore shoulder. Of course, how would one know since his shoulder brace was hidden under his costume.

                                        "Umph. I'm well enough.." Although those words were strained. 

                                        • Quiverwing Duck
                                          Quiverwing Duck

                                          "Hm. That'll be fun," Quiverwing decided, because crime fighting was fun. He said to Gizmoduck, "The you that exists in my world kept the Beagles pretty strictly in line, especially around Mr. McDuck's place of business, so I know how it is. I promise I won't meddle with your territory."


                                          "It almost never snowed in my St. Canard," He remarked to Darkwing. "It just didn't get this cold, there, so I've never been sledding... I guess you haven't either, sweetheart," he said to Gosalyn. "Maybe we can try it, sometime." Not that he had any idea of how one would go about doing such a thing.

                                          • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                            (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                            "Yes, I knew it!" Gosalyn clasped her hands together and sighed happily. "Is catching snowflakes with your tongue a normal thing people do here? I must try it!" 

                                            She winced sympathetically at Darkwing's pain and gave him a hug. "Please don't touch him there," she told Gizmoduck gently. "He's injured. His arm is badly dislocated from saving us both, poor thing." 

                                            She turned to Quiverwing and tilted her head to the side, suddenly confused. "Sledding? What is that? I mean, I'd love to try it with you sometime!" 

                                            • GizmoDuck
                                              GizmoDuck

                                              "Oopsie." Gizmoduck grimaced in apology to Darkwing. "Having a heck of a time lately aren't you Darkwing." A questioning glance was sent at Quiverwing. "Were you two rough housing again?"  Rough housing? Is that what he thought about breaking bills and emergency room visits?  What it must be like to see the world through lavender colored visors.

                                              "Sledding, is when you get a lot of snow and slide down it on a... well a sled. It is great fun, but make sure you wear a helmet and wrist braces and knee and shoulder pads and preferably a life jacket, you never can be too committed to safety."

                                              'In my world...'  He considered Quiverwing with polite and clear curiosity.

                                              "You've mentioned the Gizmoduck in your world before. What's he like? If you don't mind my asking. I've never traveled to any of the other 'verses so you'll have to forgive my ignorance." And can you give me any pointers on how he manages to keep the Beagles in the pound. Uh... asking purely out of professional intrigue to compare equally successful notes naturally.

                                              • Drake Mallard
                                                Drake Mallard

                                                "It's been a little rough." Darkwing rubbed his sore shoulder. He looked at Quiverwing and NGos. "I can take you both sledding. I have a sled and there is a hill near my home we can use."

                                                He took another cookie when he finished the one he was eating.

                                                "It does get cold enough for snow. Make sure to stock up on warm clothes."

                                                • Quiverwing Duck
                                                  Quiverwing Duck

                                                  "Well, he's a lot like you," Quiverwing told Gizmoduck, with regards to his other-universe self. "Your power suits look different, of course. I'll show you photos sometime, if you want." He tapped his chin with his index finger as he looked upwards. "We butted heads when we first met... figuratively and literally, he actually headbutted me and it was incredibly painful... but we eventually became friends."


                                                  Although Quiverwing was not pleased with the idea of dealing with snow, he knew Gosalyn was excited about it. He took a sip of tea to hide a sigh, and then cheerfully said to Darkwing, "Out in the rural areas?" That wasn't even a dig, the suburbs in this world were just so alien.

                                                  • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                    (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                    "So... you make a pile of snow and place a board on it?" Gosalyn pressed for more answers. Then she giggled. "Well, I'm sure that would make a fine slide! Then we can tumble and roll about in the fluffy snow!" 

                                                    Ooh, it somehow involved a hill too? Where was this going? How long will the sleds have to be? Would they have to make their own? 

                                                    "I'd love to go sledding with you sometime too!" she chirped. "I promise I'll wear lots of warm clothes!" 

                                                    • GizmoDuck
                                                      GizmoDuck

                                                      Gizmoduck nodded during Quiverwing’s recounting of his friend, he grinned and put a (carefully) chummy arm around Darkwing’s shoulders.

                                                      “Oh Wingy and I butted heads when we first met too. Guess things aren’t so different there.” ... sure.

                                                      “Sledding uh, well allow me to demonstrate-“ he pushed his empty tea cup away and started filtering through compartments until he began making a small pile of oddities on the table in front of him. After a bit of tinkering, a lot of glue, and some welding, he had made a small diorama of cotton ball snowy hills with pipe cleaner trees and a sled with two little blobby figures on it. One pinkish, the other had a feather sticking out of his hat.

                                                      “So, filled with wonder and hot chocolate you take the sled to the peak of the hill-“ he demonstrated with little bopping motions-“ then at the top you get a running start and hop on and whoosh!” The little blobs slid joyfully down the slope. “And then repeat until it’s time for cocoa and triple butterscotch peppermint banana bread cookies!”

                                                      He seemed very pleased with himself.

                                                      “Well that’s the gist anyway, I’m sure Wingy can show you the proper form once it comes time for it!”