[RP] Christmas With the Mallards

    Drake Mallard
    By Drake Mallard Comments (74)

    Categories: Reserved Roleplay

    Drake had the Mallard household all decorated for Christmas. That tangled light incident really paid off. He couldn't wait until everyone saw what he had done with a little help from his father.

    Lights were up on the house. Christmas tree set up with gifts carefully placed under it. Stockings hung. Other various decor was spread around the house.

    Now he had to wait for the guests to appear.

      • Launchpad McQuack
        Launchpad McQuack

        “Ouch! Ootch. Hot!” Launchpad nudged a sweet potato casserole into what little space was left on the counter, brushing a knucle or two against other hot pans nearby. He topped it with a serving spoon and inhaled happily. 

        “Ooh boy! We’re sure got a feast fit for a king! Hehe. I hope our guests get here soon.”

        • DarkwingPsycho
          DarkwingPsycho

          The doorbell rang merrily and on the other side of the stoop was a tall, well-dressed mallard with slicked back hair feathers.  In his arm was a couple of wrapped gifts and held in his other was his cane.

          When the door opened, he smiled.  "Merry Christmas."

          • Drake Mallard
            Drake Mallard

            "Merry Christmas!" Drake had answered the door. His dorky outfit was what one didn't expect of the shadowy hero to be wearing. He was dressed in a festive sweater vest with a white collared shirt and a bright bow tie.

            Around his waist was a pink apron he was wearing while cooking.

            "Come in. Dinner won't be ready until later. Some things still need awhile to cook. Make yourself at home. You can put the gifts under the tree."

            Then he heard LP in the kitchen. 

            "Use the pot holders!" Drake sighed as he could only guess that the pilot was burning himself.

            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

              "Chill out, Dad, Launchpad's got this!  At least he's not making brownies, right?"  She grinned impishly at her dad, then greeted her grandfather with an excited hug.

              "Yay!  I'm glad you made it!  I was hoping to hear more stories about how you gutted and stalked FOWL agents and used your car to mow down resistance!"

              • Quiverwing Duck
                Quiverwing Duck

                A black car pulled up and parked on the street in front of the Mallard residence, although the passengers did not immediately show up at the door. No, Drake--the other Drake--insisted on going to say hello to the Muddlefoots, first.

                The reason for that was twofold; first, he actually liked them. Second, he was putting off going into the Mallard house for a little longer. The overall look of the neighborhood was different from what Quiverwing was used to, but it was still close enough to be unnerving, a weird mix of familiar and alien. He wasn't certain what it would be like to walk into what was, but was not, his own home.

                This was why he was holding hands with Gosalyn--the other Gosalyn--when rapping at the Mallard door.

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

                  Gosalyn did not mind going to greet the Muddlefoots first too. In fact, she probably liked them just as much as Drake - her Drake - did. She even made them some lovely, glittery Christmas cards! 

                  As she waited for Drake - the other Drake - to answer the door, she wondered what kind of guests he would have. She'd made extra cards just in case! 

                  • Launchpad McQuack
                    Launchpad McQuack

                    “No problem’o!” Launchpad called from the kitchen. He sprinkled marshmallows on the sweet potatoes before covering the dish with foil. They were still waiting on the main course and green bean casserole so he brought out some warmed rolls to snack on. 

                    “Merry Christmas!”

                     

                    • DarkwingPsycho
                      DarkwingPsycho

                      "Thank you, Drake," Jacob said graciously, moving inside only to be snatched around the waist by his granddaughter.  He chuckled.  "Of course I came.  But I think we'll save the gruesome stories for after dinner, hm?"  He ruffled the redhead's pigtails gently and headed for the tree as soon as she released him to set down the presents.

                      "I see you've been busy, Drake."  He glanced around the house appreciatively.  It was odd to be back in a place and time where he could celebrate a decent Christmas with his son.  Although it made him a little sad that the rest of the family couldn't be a part of it.

                      • Drake Mallard
                        Drake Mallard

                        "Eh. Hehe." Drake laughed nervously at his daughter's antics. He kissed her cheek. "Why don't you help grandpa put the presents under the tree? And no peeking! You have to wait until after dinner."

                        He blushed at his father's compliment.

                        "Thank you. I worked really hard getting it all up. I'm glad you like it."

                        Then he heard someone at the door.

                        "That must be our other guests. Excuse me for a moment." Then he dashed off to open the door. "Hello and Merry Christmas! Glad you could make it. Come on in."

                        Drake seemed to be almost a complete opposite of what Quiverwing was used to whenever they met.

                        • Quiverwing Duck
                          Quiverwing Duck

                          "Thank you for inviting us. Merry Christmas to you, as well." Quiverwing extended his hand to his twin for a handshake, then looked him up and down before glancing down at himself. White shirts, red ties, green sweaters. He was in a standard necktie rather than a bow tie, and a (decidedly non-festive) cardigan instead of a vest, but the colors were a very close match. Well, that was kind of amusing.

                          "Everything looks very--" Drake hesitated on saying 'nice', because the word 'familiar' was trying to push itself in there instead. He stood there, glancing around a bit wide-eyed at a place that was his house.

                          Not that orange wallpaper though, that was kind of awful. That made him blink and shake off his creeping deja vu.

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

                            "Darkwing!!" 

                            Well, she technically didn't say that out loud. It was more of a whispered shout as she glomped Drake. "It's so great to see you! Merry Christmas!!" 

                            She handed him a glitter card and a wrapped gift. In it was a box of her homemade chocolate chip cookies decorated with colourful luster dust. The box itself was also glittery. 

                            "Keen gear, you had fun decorating, hadn't you?" she asked, looking around the house in awe. Seeing her double, she greeted her happily and handed her a gift and a card as well. It was a small, stuffed baseball with Gosalyn's name embroidered on it in purple. All her gifts were handmade. 

                            "Launchpad! Merry Christmas to you too!" she skipped over to hug Launchpad and give him her gift. It was a scarf with a plane on it. Launchpad's plane back in Duckburg. How? 

                            Seeing the older drake, she stood respectfully and curtseyed. "Merry Christmas, sir!" She then handed him one of her extra Christmas cards. 

                            She could see the resemblance between him and Drake and her dad. Was he an older brother? 

                            • Drake Mallard
                              Drake Mallard

                              Drake didn't shake his hand. He hugged the other drake instead. "Thanks for coming."

                              Then he pulled away just in time for NGos to glomp him.

                              "It's great to see you too." Drake hugged her back. "Oh? For me? Thank you." When she handed him the card and gift. He went to put it under the tree to open after dinner. "Ah. Yes, I did. I hope it looks alright."

                              • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                "So what did you get me??" Gosalyn asked excitedly as Jacob set down the packages.  That was when the doorbell rang and two more people entered.  Of course, Gosalyn had to pretend that she didn't know Quiverwing from their lessons, so instead she went up to the mallard who looked exactly like her dad and stuck out her hand.  "Hi, I'm Gosalyn!"

                                Her double she had, of course, met previously and accepted the gift graciously.  "Oh, but I didn't get you anything!"  She felt guilty, and wondered if she could give NegaGosalyn a few of the dolls Binkie had tried to pawn off on her when she has been pushing the whole "little lady" agenda.  "I'll be right back!"

                                She took off upstairs.

                                • Launchpad McQuack
                                  Launchpad McQuack

                                  “Hey! Welcome back, Little Buddy!” Launchpad brightened when NegaGosalyn hugged him. “Aww. For me? Thanks a lot!”

                                  He said hello to Jacob and stepped up to greet Quiverwing Drake. “Hi, uh...?”

                                  Drake 1 and Drake 2? This is going to get confusing fast, especially with two Gosalyns. 

                                  • DarkwingPsycho
                                    DarkwingPsycho

                                    "Drake!" Jacob said from across the room, pleasantly surprised to see Quiverwing.  He moved to stick out his hand toward the mallard who was his son's doppelganger.  "I wasn't expecting to see you here, but I'm glad you are.  Merry Christmas."  He clapped Quiverwing on the back with a smile.

                                    He returned Launchpad's holiday sentiments -

                                    Then he heard NegaGosalyn's little voice and looked just in time to see her curtsey.  Taking the glittery card, he glanced a question at Quiverwing, then knelt down to the redhead's level.  "Well hello there, little lady...and who might you be?"

                                    • Quiverwing Duck
                                      Quiverwing Duck

                                      Q-Drake immediately tensed up when his twin moved in to embrace him. Was he attacking? What--oh. It was a hug. "Uh... th-thank you for inviting us." He'd already said that, but he was disconcerted.

                                      It was far less awkward for him to pretend to meet Gosalyn, shaking her hand and telling her, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Mallard." Too calm and polite, now? It would have to do.

                                      It was far more awkward for him to actually meet Launchpad. Drake just looked up at him silently with an expression of consternation that became forlorn, and then was rapidly going blank.

                                      Hearing Jacob speak his name caused him to blink a few times and snap out of it, automatically shaking the elder Mallard's hand. "Oh... hello, sir, Merry Christmas to you, too." He gave him a wan smile in return, and catching his look he glanced down at NegaGosalyn, then back to Jacob with a slight head tilt and nod.

                                      After taking in a slow breath, he turned back to Launchpad and extended his hand to the pilot. "I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to be so rude. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McQuack."

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

                                        "Looks alright? Your decor looks amazing!" 

                                        "Oh, please don't worry," Gosalyn tried to protest when her double shot off to get her something. "Christmas is all about giving, isn't it?" 

                                        Probably should have said that a little quicker. Oh well. She wondered what her twin would give her. She knew they both were great at improvising. 

                                        She noticed Launchpad's confusion and skipped back to Q-Drake. "Launchpad, this is Drake! He's my new dad! From another dimension!" 

                                        In a bout of shyness, she wanted to hide behind her dad when Jacob addressed her directly, but she just smiled politely. "I'm Gosalyn! Gosalyn's... twin, I suppose. Are you both friends?" she looked between Jacob and Q-Drake happily. 

                                        • Drake Mallard
                                          Drake Mallard

                                          "Thank you." Drake blushed at the compliments to his decor. Seeing his sidekick's confusion he only chuckled. "Be glad we're not wearing the same thing. Or there would be some real trouble."

                                          Then he turned to the others that were greeting his father. "Ah. I see you have met my father."

                                          He paused as he sniffed the air. "Excuse me. I need to check on the cooking. Make yourselves at home." The drake in apron disappeared into the kitchen.

                                          • Launchpad McQuack
                                            Launchpad McQuack

                                            Launchpad’s friendly (and still puzzled) smile faded to a faint bit of concern when QDrake gave him that strange look. What? Did Launchpad run into his car or run over his toes while shopping at the supermarket once?

                                            He was glad for the distractions that having a full house created, smiling warmly again and hoping that whatever had caused that brief rift between him and QDrake would sort itself out over the course of dinner. 

                                            “That’s great! I’m happy for you, Little Buddy.” He reached out to affectionately pat NegaGosalyn’s hair like he would his own Gosalyn, but he stopped short as he reminded himself this was not his Gos. He instead shifted his hand to QDrake’s for a steady shake. 

                                            “Aw, no sweat. Pleased to meet cha, too! Please, call me Launchpad. It’s almost Christmas! No need to be formal here, hehe.” He grinned. Then a concerning thought made him pause. 

                                            Other dimension? How many of those are there? Do they all have Drakes and Gosalyns? Does that mean there are multiple mes? If there are multiple mes, then how do I know who’s the real me?

                                            Thankfully there was enough chatter and motion to snap him out of his thoughts and bring him back to the festive atmosphere. 

                                            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                              "Here it is!" Gosalyn whooped, charging back down the stairs without regard for her speed.  She weaved in and out of the guests until she came across her twin.  In her arms was a Crying Chrissy doll.  "I hope you like it!"

                                              Then under her breath, "'Cause I sure don't..."

                                              • DarkwingPsycho
                                                DarkwingPsycho

                                                Jacob smiled at NegaGosalyn and glanced toward Quiverwing when she asked if they were friends.  "Yes, you could say that," he answered.  "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gosalyn.  That is a very pretty dress, did you pick it out yourself?"

                                                It was at that moment that the other Gosalyn came bounding up to them.

                                                • Quiverwing Duck
                                                  Quiverwing Duck

                                                  "It's okay, sweetheart," QDrake assured NegaGosalyn, leaning down a little to gently touch her hair when he sensed her timidity. He grinned faintly at Jacob and shrugged subtly. Kids, right?

                                                  "I am sorry though, L.P.," QDrake told Launchpad, a little contrite but now with an air of familiarity. "It's um, strange for me whenever I meet someone in this world, who is the analog of someone I knew back in my own St. Canard." Reflexively, he glanced at the two Gosalyns, and then almost immediately away again, looking around the room.

                                                  "The similarities and differences in here are throwing me for a loop, too. It looks as if someone broke into my home and aggressively redecorated it." A little distractedly, he scrutinized the two chairs at the far end of the living room as he ran his hand back through his longish head feathers, inadvertently ruffling them a bit.

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

                                                    To be honest, Gosalyn would not have minded the patting. Her Launchpad was cruel to her and she was usually afraid of him. This one was sweet and gentle. She liked him. 

                                                    "Thank you," she beamed shyly at Jacob and twirled her dress a little. "No, Gizmoduck picked it out as a gift for me with his friend's help. He's so cool!" 

                                                    Apparently talking about other people made her loosen up more. 

                                                    "Are you related? You look kinda like dad. And Uncle Drake." 

                                                    She glanced at her double when she came running back to her, then at what she was holding, and gasped, hands over her bill. "Oh, that is beautiful!" she cried, reaching out to touch the hair on the doll. "Are you sure you don't want it? It must be really special to you!" 

                                                    • Launchpad McQuack
                                                      Launchpad McQuack

                                                      ((Ooc: I guess since Drake left the room, I’ll go ahead and reply. Let me know if you want me to edit anything! ))

                                                      ”Aww. It’s okay, uh... Drake. Gee thanks!” Launchpad fished out a dictionary from his pocket to look up “analog” since that was a term he wasn’t familiar with off the top of his head. It wa a little unnerving hearing DW’s nickname for him from someone who didn’t really talk like DW but it wasn’t too hard to adjust to. “Yeah I imagine everything feels pretty topsy turvy to ya. Don’t worry, though. We’ll help ya out.” 


                                                      “Gizmoduck? I didn’t know he was a personal shopper. He’s a swell guy. And short. I once wore the Gizmosuit by accident. I still have no clue how it happened. One moment I was talkng to some folks and next I was bundled up tighter than a tamale in a metal wrapper.” Launchpad mused when NegaGos mentioned Gizmoduck.

                                                      Oversharing, are we, LP? 

                                                      “Don’t worry, Gosalyn. Gos never has liked dolls, so it’ll be good for that to get some real use instead of having its head used for a hockey puck.” 

                                                      Definitely oversharing...

                                                      • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                        Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                        Gosalyn jabbed Launchpad with her elbow.  "Launchpad!  Ix-nay on the uck-pay!"  She grinned at her Negaversian counterpart.  "Glad you like her!  I've got a whole bunch of'em if you want more.  Mrs. Muddlefoot brings'em over all the time."

                                                        Then her eyes brightened.  "Say!  You wanna help me distract Dad so we can raid the cookie jar??"