Friendship R SHUSH

((OOC: RP reserved for Elliot Hudson, Carol Torres, Posiduck, and my characters. But PM me if you want in! :D)) 

With Launchpad going off to check on the Ratcatcher, Gosalyn was left with someone to look after her. 

She might be giving them a hard time... unintentionally. She kept running around the place in fascination, looking at computers, agents' paperwork, gadgets, and even strayed to Dr. Bellum's lab! She couldn't help it, this place was so cool! 

"Does this place have planes? Do they all look like the Thunderquack? What cars do you have?" Then an agent walked by. "Oh, hello! I'm Gosalyn! What's your name?" 

    • Elliot Hudson
      Elliot Hudson

      Elliot had been tasked with keeping the little girl out of trouble. Which probably wasn't the smartest idea, seeing as he was... well, Elliot. Despite being a child, NegaGosalyn was already more responsible and mature than he'd probably ever be.

      But Grizzlikoff was busy, and had needed the agent out of his hair (or fur, so to speak). And, no matter how responsible the child was, she was still a child. SHUSH policy dictated no child should be left unattended.

      So now the young pilot was meandering the halls with her, having offered to give her a tour of the place. He answered the girl's questions as fast as they came.

      At least, being an overgrown child himself, it was easier for him to keep up with the excited little girl than it would have been for most other agents.

      "We do have planes. A lot of them. I've flown them all. But the Thunderquack isn't a SHUSH plane... Launchpad McQuack built that one himself."

      Thankfully, NegaGosalyn's questions veered away from planes before he could yammer on about the ones they had at SHUSH. Because he'd talk all day about them if allowed to.

      "We have all sorts of cars and other vehicles, but I don't know much about those."

      He looked up apologetically at the agent he'd nearly bumped into (and NegaGos was now cheerfully greeting) while trying to keep up with the excited child.

      "Sorry!" Elliot said with a sheepish grin. "Just giving her a little tour."

      • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
        A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

        The lion agent peered over his clipboard at them. “And why are you escorting the child around the facility, Agent? This is not a daycare. She should be in the break room, a conference room, or interrogation room until her guardian can retrieve her. Or with one of the shrinks.”

        • Elliot Hudson
          Elliot Hudson

          Elliot bristled a little at the lion agent's rudeness. Despite his dislike for Kevion, he had tried being polite for the girl's sake.

          Elliot did the introductions, since the lion was apparently too stiff to do so himself.

          "Agent Anca, this is Gosalyn. Gosalyn, Agent Anca... better known as 'that one arrogant, grumpy guy who likes to suck the fun out of everything.'"  Like some sort of... fun-vampire... or something.

          He looked back to Anca, scowling. "The 'shrinks' are busy with their own work," he said dryly. At least, he assumed. If everyone here didn't have to deal with people like you all day, maybe they'd be less busy.

          "And what harm is she doing? She's just curious. I was told to watch her, and that's what I'm doing. Why should I lock her up in a boring room with nothing to do for who knows how long? At least this is educational."

          ((OOC: Sorry for going out of turn. I can delete this if you want Gos to go first. XD I just figured Elliot would get defensive and respond pretty quickly to that.))

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

            Gosalyn backed off, a little nervous, until Elliot came to her defence. He was such a nice agent. She liked him. 

            Finding courage, she stepped forward and did a little curtsey for the lion agent. "I'm sorry you think I'm disturbing, sir. I'm just enthusiastic to be here. Someday, I wanna be like my dad!" 

            Which dad was probably clear enough. 

            "I'm also sorry you are grumpy. So here! This will cheer you up!" she held up a piece of wrapped toffee. Homemade. She loved making her own candy. "And you have such a lovely mane!" 

            She then glanced at Elliot curiously. "Can you tell me more about the planes here?" she asked, another big smile spreading across her face. She had noticed how he'd reacted when she mentioned planes. 

            • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
              A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

              “Hmph, thank you for that scintillatingly inflammatory introduction, Agent.” You’re too short for me to see your nametag properly, so I will pretend I know you, Hot Head. 

              Kevion raised an eyebrow but made no attempt to take the proffered candy or act any friendlier. 

              “If your father is a SHUSH agent or one of our associates, he would be aware of our security percautions and the reasons why they are necessary.”

              Kevion tucked his clipboard under his arm. “The planes are streamlined aerial long range weapons and tracking equipment, not for joyriding or public transportation, Miss Gosalyn. I’d advise you to admire them from a distance, if you persist on showing her things the public is not supposed to know about.”

              That last line was delivered with a hint of an exasperated growl. The figurative cat had already been let out of the bag apparently by letting Gosalyn know about “cool stuff” she technically should be uaware of. As it was his duty to curtail and divert any threats to SHUSH security and prevent disasters, Kevion chose to take time away from his (boring) regular work to tail the ward and make sure her babysitter does not spill any more beans. 

              • Elliot Hudson
                Elliot Hudson

                "Oh, because it would be absolutely catastrophic should word get out that SHUSH employs the use of aircraft." Cue mock gasp. "The horror."

                Elliot scowled and folded his arms. "Relax. I'm not going to be taking her up in any experimental aircraft, or spilling out confidential information. All we're doing is walking around the office. The only thing we're at risk of here is getting caught in an avalanche of paperwork. If I do decide to take her to the hangars, I'll just show her one of the older cargo planes."

                Maybe. He got excited easily, and so he might forget that promise once his attention is inevitably turned to one of the organization's sleeker -- and faster -- jet planes.

                "Now, if you don't mind, you're keeping me from doing the job I was assigned to do."

                Me. Not you. Yes, I know what you're planning. And no, I will have no fun police tailing us today, thank you very much.

                Elliot turned back to Gosalyn with a smile.

                "I'd be happy to tell you all about our planes.  Well... some of them.  And, like Sergeant Frilly Face here has so kindly reminded me, I'll have to gloss over a few things.  But if you really like planes that much, I have my own that I can show you later. Maybe we could go for a flight in that sometime."

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

                  Gosalyn tilted her head to the side. "I would never touch anything or go joyriding without permission, sir. Why would you think I would do that?" she asked. "Is it because you've done it before and you don't want me to repeat the same mistake?" 

                  Oh, that burn. And she didn't even realise she was doing it. 

                  She giggled when Elliot called Kevion names, but it wasn't in a mean-spirited way. "Is that really his name? Agent Anca Frilly-Face. Really catchy! And I had no idea he was a sergeant!" 

                  Then her eyes shone. "You have your own plane?? That is so cool! You must show me!" she hopped up and down excitedly, then blushed and put her hands behind her back, staring at her black buckled shoes. "I mean, please, I'd love to." 

                  Curiosity soon overtook her, and she couldn't help reaching out towards Elliot's red hair, then pointed at his green eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but are we... related?" she giggled, gesturing to herself. 

                  • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                    A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                    Anca scowled. “I don’t know what you are alluding to but the facts are, I am Special Agent Kevion Anca, and I would suggest you refrain from calling anyone ‘frilly face’, Miss. It will cause altercations, such as a landslide of paperwork for a certain rude pilot.”
                    Passing a glare at Elliot, he walked off.

                    • Elliot Hudson
                      Elliot Hudson

                      Rude? Him? All he'd been doing was following orders, when Agent Killjoy decided to criticize him for it!

                      As Kevion took his leave, Elliot made the wise -- thus, all too rare -- decision to keep his bill shut.  There were other things they could be doing aside from bickering with a grumpypuss.  Better, more fun, more plane-filled things.

                      Elliot grinned at Gosalyn's excitement over his plane. "Sure do! It's not as impressive as the planes we have here, but she's my baby. Went up in the air as a child for the first time in her, learned to fly in her, and have been flying her ever since."  The way he beamed with pride talking about it, it was easy to see that plane meant a lot to him.

                      "I'll show you later," he said, taking her hand and leading her down the hall.  "For now, why don't we see if there's anyone in the break room to talk to?"  Since he'd rather be as far from the office area as possible after Kevion shot him that "landslide of paperwork" comment.

                      As they walked, he chuckled in response to Gosalyn's question.  Partially because he, too, had noticed similarities.  "There are lots of people out there with red hair and green eyes. But who knows. Crazier things have happened."

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

                        Aww. He didn't like candy? Gosalyn offered it to Elliot instead, even though she had already given him four. 

                        "Wow," she gazed up at Elliot admiringly. "That is really cool! You both are so lucky!" 

                        She'd always wondered if she'd ever be able to grow up with something she loved. And Elliot had proof right there. 

                        Despite feeling disappointed over not being able to see the planes, she followed him cheerfully. She'd still be able to meet new people! 

                        "You'd be a cool person to be related to!" she giggled. "Like an uncle or a brother!" 

                        • Posiduck

                          There was someone in the break room. A drake in a familiar pink shirt and a sweater vest was warming up his lunch. However the vest was in purples instead of green. He turned to look at who entered the room when he heard them come in.

                          "Hello." He greeted as he adjusted his rose tinted glasses to get a good look at them. "Agent Hudson right?" Then he saw the little girl with him. "Who might you be?"

                          • Elliot Hudson
                            Elliot Hudson

                            Ooh, more candy! Elliot happily took the candy and nommed as they continued on to the break room. James would always chew him out for eating candy in the office, so he was enjoying every piece he got while his superior wasn't around.

                            He smiled at her compliment.  Aw, she was the sweetest thing.  "Thanks. Though, I guess it would be hard for me to be either one of those. As far as I know, I'm an only child."

                            Of course, he also hadn't spoken with his father in years, so who knew.

                            "Afternoon," Elliot greeted Posi as they entered.  He nodded in reply to the drake's question.  "And you're Dr. Mallard, correct?"  He really only remembered because Posiduck resembled the various other Agent Mallards already working there.  Man.  This was going to get confusing soon.

                            Looking down at Gosalyn, the pilot smiled encouragingly and gave her a gentle nudge to say hi and introduce herself to Posi.  "Don't worry," he told her with a wink.  "I promise this one is much nicer than the last agent we met."

                            While Gosalyn was busy talking to Posi, Elliot went over to the fridge to rummage for some snacks.

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

                              Gosalyn looked thoughtful. "Aww, that's okay. We can still be friends!" 

                              She was a little shyer when she met the other agent in the break room, but cheered at Elliot's encouragement. 

                              He's another Darkwing, wasn't he? She wondered where they all came from. But she wasn't complaining. 

                              And he looked so sweet! She had a sudden urge to cuddle him. 

                              "Hello! I'm Gosalyn! It's great to meet you!" she smiled happily. "Toffee?" 

                              Where is she getting all of them? 

                              • Agent Carol Torres
                                Agent Carol Torres

                                As if summoned by the call of food, a tall collie agent appeared in the doorway. 

                                “Good afternoon, Sirs. Miss.” Carol Torres’s warm smile and gentle greeting were a far cry from the previous agent Gosalyn had bumped into. Even her tail was swishing side to side. 

                                • Posiduck

                                  "Right." Posi nodded and smiled at the both of them. "I am Dr. Drake Mallard. Nice to meet you."

                                  His voice sounded much softer than his other counterparts. But one could assume it matched with the rest of his softness. He lit up more when being offered the toffee.

                                  "Oh? For me? Thank you." He took the piece of candy.

                                  When Carol entered the break room he greeted her as well. "Good afternoon, Agent Torres. Guess you smelled lunch?"

                                  • Elliot Hudson
                                    Elliot Hudson

                                    Unable to find a decent snack that wasn't either labeled with someone else's name or obscenely healthy -- who's bright idea was it to stock the fridge with baby carrots, yogurt and salad? Ew, no thanks -- Elliot emerged from the fridge with a soda and began looking around for some baked goodies instead.

                                    He brightened when Carol came in. Ah, good, just the collie he wanted to see.

                                    "Carol, hi!" he greeted with a hopeful smile.  "You didn't by any chance happen to bring in anything new today, did you?"

                                    Please, please say that you did. I don't have change for the vending machines and I really don't want to have to eat salad.

                                    • Quiverwing Duck
                                      Quiverwing Duck

                                      After slipping free of his restraints, re-locking them so as to make it unclear just how he got free, writing out a helpful and informative note to leave on Darkwing's bill, and scooping up his costume, Quiverwing Duck fled from the infirmary and temporarily hid in a bathroom so he could get dressed. Unfortunately, he had not been wearing his hat when he was brought in, so he pulled up his hood instead. No bow and arrows, either, but that was fine; he had no intention of shooting anyone or anything, and he still had his utility belt. It was a little annoying that his tunic had several bullet holes through the front of it, and there was even a bullet hole through the diagonal leather chest-strap that helped support his (currently empty) quiver.

                                      He was also completely whacked out from the narcotics they had been giving him, ones that assumed he would be resting in a bed, not ones that assumed he would be running around upright.

                                      Despite that, he was skulking through SHUSH pretty effectively, even though he did it in the manner of a drunken ninja. It was mostly fine, except for when he suddenly could not tell if the floor was a wall or vice versa, or when he would have a micro blackout. The latter was a little painful when he was up against the ceiling to hide from some passing Agents, braced against walls, and then a few moments after they passed he plummeted and belly flopped onto the floor with a thud.

                                      No matter. He needed to find his kid so he could get out of there. Briefly he was confused and distracted because he detected hints of coffee and followed that instead, but it proved fortuitous. He heard Gosalyn's voice.

                                      Low to the floor, mostly because he'd passed out again just down the hall, Quiverwing peeked through the break room door. "Psst. Gosalyn." He put a gloved finger to his beak to indicate she should stay quiet about this, then he beckoned to her.

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

                                        Yes, another toffee was produced and offered to Carol. 

                                        "Hello! I'm Gosalyn! What's your name?" 

                                        There was now another urge, this time to pet the collie. She looked so fluffy! 

                                        She turned at the hissing, then her eyes brightened, and completely missed his cue to stay quiet. 

                                        "Quiverwing! You're okay!" she exclaimed happily, running over to hug him. "Have you met Dr. Drake? He's wonderful! And that's Elliot and-" 

                                        A pair of legs stepped between Quiverwing and Gosalyn, and looking up would reveal Harmonizer, her arms folded as she scowled in disapproval. 

                                        "Get back to your room before I make you." 

                                        "Hi! Nice to meet you! Would you like a toffee?" 

                                        Maybe Gosalyn had five bags of those in her dress pockets or something. 

                                        • Agent Carol Torres
                                          Agent Carol Torres

                                          Carol chuckled at Posi’s greeting and Elliot’s begging, shifting a messenger bag off her shoulder. “Yes, I did.”

                                          Answering both questions at once.

                                          She happily accepted the toffee.

                                          “For me? Thank you, Gosalyn. That’s very kind of you. I’m Carol.” She opened her bag. “I came in to see if I needed to restock anything since I was too busy to stop in earlier.”

                                          From the bag’s depths, she produced six zip-locked bags of various cookies, protein bars, and dehydrated potato dumplings ready to be steamed in the microwave with water. Unbelievably these office offerings were just a smidgeon of what she had spent the weekend making for the nursing home this past weekend. 

                                          “Would you like a cookie? I have chocolate chunk, peanut butter no-bake, macaroons, strawberry jelly shortbread, and carrot cake cookies with cream cheese frosting.”

                                          She swiveled her ears and turned her head to look down at Quiverwing. Did he seriously think Gosalyn would be the only one who could hear him? Poor dear looked like he was just barely getting by on willpower. 

                                          “Hello again, Quiverwing. Fancy meeting you here.” She started to move to help him up but Harmonizer appeared first. 

                                          “I think he should rest here a minute before he goes anywhere...” She fished a scarf out of her bag and. moved a chair over to the miserable-looking drake. “Would you prefer to lay down, Mr, Quiverwing or are you capable of sitting up for a few minutes?”  She’d make a pillow out of the scarf if he seemed better off prone on the floor.

                                          • Posiduck

                                            "You always spoil us." Posi chuckled as Carol brought out all of the goodies. But then his happy soft voice suddenly turned to worry upon seeing Quiverwing. "Oh my. What happened to you?"

                                            He went over to see if he could lend a hand in helping Carol with the prone drake.

                                            "Where does it hurt?" He asked as he inspected the hero from head to toe.

                                            Hearing the angry Harm he turned to look at her. "Carol is right. Give the poor drake a breather first."

                                            • Elliot Hudson
                                              Elliot Hudson

                                              "I don't mind being spoiled," Elliot said with a grin as he happily nabbed a chocolate chunk and a carrot cake cookie. He began nibbling on his snack, looking on in mild interest as the prone drake revealed himself.  His curiosity was piqued at the mention of the name 'Quiverwing.'

                                              "Quiverwing?" the young agent asked, retrieving a water bottle from the fridge for the newcomer.  "Wasn't that that little girl hero from a while back?  She sure grew up pretty quick..."

                                              He brought the water bottle over to offer to Quiverwing, tilting his head as he regarded this decidedly male-looking version of the young heroine.

                                              "Huh. Thought she would have turned out prettier, though."

                                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                                Quiverwing Duck

                                                Quiverwing had started to give Gosalyn a stern look when she exclaimed at him, but suddenly Harmonizer's legs filled his view. He looked up to give her a stern look instead. And now people were being concerned at him when he was perfectly fine.

                                                He pushed into a rapid backwards somersault and handspring, flipping upright. The masked mallard landed on his feet in a square shouldered pose with his fists on his hips and his cape waving slightly behind him from the sudden motion. Since his chest was pushed out, the bullet holds in his tunic were a lot more obvious.

                                                "Your compassion is appreciated, everyone, but I assure you that I'm perfectly fine." Quiverwing barely swayed at all, where he was standing. "It's nothing, I'd merely fought a couple of Eggmen." His eyes rolled upwards and he lifted a hand in a vaguely rolling, dismissive gesture. "... couple of dozen. They may have shot me a little bit."

                                                Taking the water bottle from Elliot, he said, "Thank you, good sir. The young heroine you're thinking of is still undergoing some training. I'm Quiverwing Duck."

                                                The archer bowed to Carol. "Good to see you again, Agent. Greetings to you as well, inexplicably handsome stranger." He bowed to Posi, and then straightened up to give Harmonizer a sidelong look. "I'm not going back to the infirmary."

                                                • Harmonizer

                                                  Harmonizer took the toffee with a happy "merci" but she continued frowning at Quiverwing. "Okay. But first, you eat something. You've 'adn't eaten een a while! You refuse food and avoid them like ze plague! Ees not good for you!!" 

                                                  Maybe she was saying it on purpose in front of everyone. An Agent Mom, a therapist, the headstrong pilot, and the sweet, concerned daughter. But she wasn't usually that sneaky. 

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

                                                    Gosalyn gasped. "You haven't eaten? Quuuuiverwiiing!!" she said in a scolding tone, waggling her finger at him. "You are not to leave the infirmary until you've gotten enough rest, and eaten some food!" 

                                                    • Agent Carol Torres
                                                      Agent Carol Torres

                                                      Carol raised her brows at the hero’s showy change of posture.

                                                      “Only a couple dozen Eggmen? Sounds like a fair workout. At least there were no sharks this time, hm?” She smiled, choosing to play down his injuries and work at subtly convincing him to rest. She went over to the coffee maker. 

                                                      “Do you have someone to drive you home, Quiverwing? I’d be happy to send some of these dumplings with you or drive you myself. After you are medically cleared.”