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Off to Mouseyland!

Mother Goose was very pleased with herself.

Very pleased indeed.

She'd come up with a foolproof way to enjoy some quality time with her new daughter and her semi-sorta-kinda-ex in a completely normal, crime-free manner AND it was going to be such a great surprise for them! Especially since little things like knocking or asking permission to enter someone's new house or giving any kind of warning you were coming over was for people without magical breaking and entering powers. Quiverwing was probably used to explosions of glitter anyway.

"Rise and shine, Quivy!" Mother Goose sang cheerfully, yanking the covers off the mallard's bed. "It's family day~!

    • Quiverwing Duck
      Quiverwing Duck

      Well, that was awkward for so many reasons.

      The foremost one was that Quiverwing was taking advantage of the fact that he finally had his own bedroom again, and an actual bed to sleep in. The sudden removal of his comfy blankets revealed that he was the sort of guy who did not bother to wear pajamas, or in fact anything at all when sleeping.

      He had been peacefully and very quietly snoring while snoozing on his back, but now his eyes popped open and he sat up with foggy alarm. "Wha?" After staring at Mother Goose for a long, bewildered moment, he said, "Hey!" His hands finally moved to cover himself up, although in this case that meant they went over his face so he was peeking through his fingers. "I don't have my mask on! What the heck?"

      • Mother Goose
        Mother Goose

        "Your MASK?! How about some CLOTHES!" the goose shrieked, staring right back. Then realized she was staring the completely nude duck.

        "Aaaaaahh!" she shrieked again, whirling around to the face the wall, covering her eyes, blushing. She was never going to get that out of her brain. A nice image to be sure, but... "There is a CHILD living in this house!!!" A child they were probably waking with all the yelling. Mother Goose, eyes still firmly shut, tried to throw him the blanket. "Cover up, cover up!"

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          "Yeah, there is, and she knows how to knock," said Quiverwing, in his most reproachful tone. He got out of bed and grabbed the blue pajama pants on a bedside chair that were, apparently, only to be worn for lounging. Pulling them on, he said, "Did you think I slept in my costume, or something?"

          Putting his fists on his hips, he gave Mother Goose a stern glare that had most of its intimidation cancelled out by his generally ruffled, bed-head look. Lightly clearing his throat, he said very sweetly, "Now, if you please, I have so many questions. The first of which is... how often do you sneak into men's bedrooms in order to unexpectedly denude them? The second is, why?"

          • Mother Goose
            Mother Goose

            As Quiverwing had not directly stated that he was no longer tackle out, his stern glare was wasted on Mother Goose's tightly closed eyes.

            "It's not like I'm trying to spy! Most people wear clothes to bed, Quivy!" she scolded, as if it was his fault. "Are you decent yet?" She peeked cautiously and visibly relaxed at the welcome sight of pants. "Whew... like I said, family day!" She waved amusement park tickets at him.

            • Quiverwing Duck
              Quiverwing Duck

              Quiverwing lifted his arms to indicate the room in general. It was still a work in progress, since most of his effort had gone into making Gosalyn's room as nice as possible. At least he had basic furnishings, the most notable being a rather nice Art Deco style wooden wardrobe with a big full length mirror beside it. Very important.

              "This is my bedroom! I can wear or not wear whatever I want in here." He had those half-lidded eyes he sometimes sported, although in this case his bedroom eyes were legitimately due to him having been asleep only minutes ago. Arching a brow, he waggled a finger at Mother Goose and chided, "You don't have to pretend to be so upset about it."

              Pushing his tousled head feathers out of his eyes, he took a closer look at the waving tickets and asked, "What... is this, exactly?"

              • Mother Goose
                Mother Goose

                Since the bed was no longer in use- because she'd woken the sleeper- Mother Goose sat down on it so she could both be more comfortable and show Quiverwing the tickets for two adults and a child.

                "Tickets for the theme park, you pumpkin!" Duh. "I figure with all the stress you've been under..." She glanced slightly guiltily at where his arms joined his shoulders. "You and Gos could use a vacation!" she cheered, pulling out a park map. "You'll just love it, there's lots of games and rides and food and street shows~ it's the happiest place on earth!" She beamed at the bed-raggled archer. "So, show me where you keep the joe in this joint and we can all start hitting the road and beat the morning rush~"

                • Quiverwing Duck
                  Quiverwing Duck

                  "Oh."

                  Well. That was actually rather thoughtful and nice. Quiverwing gave the map a slightly bemused look. Of course, he knew what a theme park was, it was just...

                  "I've uh, never been to one of these," he admitted. "I don't think Gosalyn has, either." He rubbed his bill, his brows pinching together slightly. "She'd probably really enjoy it." It was not something that had ever occurred to him, but now that Mother Goose had brought it up, it was obviously something a kid would like. His head ducked slightly and he gave her a boyish look, which was highly unusual for him because it almost made him seem bashful. "Uh, thank you."

                  Quiverwing turned away as he explained, "I have a coffee station set up in the kitchen," because of course he did. "Anyway, I have to shower and get dressed. And I'm not wearing my costume to this place." He walked to his wardrobe and flung open the doors. There was no sign of his vigilante get-up in there (you needed to trigger a secret lever to reveal that compartment). What he did have were several suits and sport coats, tailored shirts, neckties, and pocket squares. That sort of stuff. Glancing back at Mother Goose over his shoulder, he said uncertainly, "Is it... casual?"

                  • Mother Goose
                    Mother Goose

                    It was cute how humble Quiverwing looked there. Mother Goose's heart melted for him. He really was just like a little boy sometimes. "Yeah, I figured it be out of your..." How to put this delicately. "...range of experiences."

                    "Ha, I don't think they'd let you in wearing that Robin Hood getup!" she giggled. Is it causal. The poor man.

                    "Extremely causal. Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandals causal." The goose took pity on him and peeked at his wardrobe to see what she was working with. Wow... That was a lot of drab in there. She supposed he used up all his color while crime-fighting "...Or whatever you're comfortable in."

                    The goose patted him on the shoulder. "Good to see you aren't a nudist after all, Quivy!" That would have been an incredible secret identity though. No one would ever be able to connect the dapper drake with a skyclad hippie. Still giggling about it, Mother Goose left in search of the kitchen. "I'll put that coffee on~"

                     

                    • Quiverwing Duck
                      Quiverwing Duck

                      Hawaiian shirts? Socks with... with sandals? It was possible that Quiverwing blanched slightly at the very idea of such an outfit.

                      He smirked at the goose when she made that 'nudist' comment. "I'm not so certain you're not a peeping Jane." Going down the hall, he gently knocked on another door and called out, "Sweetheart, are you awake? Daddy's going to be in the shower for a bit, I'll be out soon." Returning to his room, he carefully shut the door as well as the door to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, because there had been enough awkwardness endured that morning.

                      The brownstone style townhouse was modest, but a lot roomier than a modern apartment. It was affordable because it happened to be on the edge of the 'bad side' of town, but that hardly mattered when you had a masked vigilante living there. It tended to keep the crime rate very low in a wide radius around his home, much as a black walnut tree destroyed nearby weeds.

                      In the small kitchen, which had an old-school black and white checkered tile floor, there was indeed a coffee station. Judging by the beans, grinders, and three methods of coffee production available there, Quiverwing approached coffee brewing with the kind of care he lavished on his grooming and clothing choices.

                      • Mother Goose
                        Mother Goose

                        Mother Goose raised an eyebrow at the level of coffee prep in the kitchen. "Well, I know how someone gets through the night..." With all the beans and blends and brews, it was impressive Quiverwing even at managed to sleep at all.

                        "Let's see... what do YOU do?" she muttered, poking at the strange buttons on the coffee beast. Things whirled and growled alarmingly at the witch. "Ok, I can do this." Grungle-garble-GINDErrrRGINDEeerRrRRrrrR-twrash!-gurgle-twrash-!! sploosh!-GINDERrrrrrrRRRRRrrr-

                        "Aaah!" The witch dove behind a chair as it exploded boiling hot bean juice everywhere...

                        -0-

                        By the time Quiverwing made it downstairs, there was fresh coffee waiting in a suspiciously spotless kitchen. Mother Goose hastily shooed a bluebird out the window and smiled over her shoulder at the archer. "I didn't know how you liked it, so I left it plain~" Like a perfect housewife, she'd also put out a light, healthy breakfast for him. Milk for Gosalyn, fresh cut fruit with sugar, heavily buttered bread with chocolate sprinkles... ok, 'healthy' was maybe an overstatement.

                        • Quiverwing Duck
                          Quiverwing Duck

                          Considering how particular he was about how he looked, Quiverwing did not take all that long to get ready. Part of that might be because he was efficient, most of it might be because he was not entirely certain about letting Mother Goose lurk in his home for too long while unattended.

                          As it turned out, 'casual' for Quiverwing was a camel tweed sports jacket over a buttoned shirt with a small checkered pattern of  lilac and white, and a darker purple knit tie. He also had a mostly orange and purple floral print pocket square tucked rakishly in his breast pocket. It wasn't exactly a Hawaiian shirt, but he did his best.

                          "Is Gos--oh." He looked a little bewildered at there being food on the table. Of course he always made sure Gosalyn had breakfast. "Gosh, you didn't have to do all that, Ms. Goose. Thank you. And yes, I do take my coffee black." In fact, his civility would increase tenfold once he had a cup or two inside of him.

                          • Mother Goose
                            Mother Goose

                            Causal tweeds, right.

                            Wasn't he going to be too hot in that? There was a reason she'd chosen a lighter, sweetheart style dress for the trip, and not just because the polka dots were cute (though they were very cute). Well, it was his choice.

                            "I think she's still sleeping..?" Mother Goose didn't want to wake her. Unlike Quiverwing, Gos was a growing girl and needed her beauty sleep. After all, she would need all the energy she could get for running around later!

                            "Oh, please, you had most of it together already," Mother Goose said, waving a hand dismissively, but clearly pleased at the praise. The goose grabbed her own morning cup of coffee, adding about eighteen sugars. "Hagelslag?" she asked, taking a piece of bread as well.

                            • Quiverwing Duck
                              Quiverwing Duck

                              As a drake who used to wear a three piece suit and a trenchcoat when fighting crime, Quiverwing would probably not even break a sweat in that get-up.

                              "Oh... she might be. She likes her new bed a lot," Quiverwing explained, looking much more cheerful now that he had some coffee. "I got her a sort of canopy thing, painted the walls pink, heart shaped mirror over her dresser." He had, at this point, figured out the kinds of things the duckling loved. "She sat down on the floor and cried when she saw it all." From his tone and the expression on his face, he had found it both adorable and sad.

                              Hagelslag..? Quiverwing gave Mother Goose a polite but puzzled look, then put it together from context clues. "Oh! Gosh. Thank you, but no, I don't eat." Presumably he meant 'breakfast'. "I generally just have coffee. I'm sure Gosalyn will love it, though."

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

                                ((OOC: Whoops, sorry for being late!)) 

                                Gosalyn wasn't usually someone who got up late.  Especially after her dad knocked on her door. But her bed had been so soft, and it felt so magical, she was certain she was still dreaming. And she wasn't sure she wanted to wake up. 

                                After a while, she did finally register that this was not a dream, and she was actually sleeping in her very own fairytale room. 

                                She could still scarcely believe it. Her dad had gotten it as a surprise for her, and it was so lovely and beautiful and magical and oh, why would he waste it on her? She did not deserve this. She had been so overwhelmed and touched she cried for a while. 

                                Rolling off the bed, she quickly got dressed, pulling off her pink nightgown and bathrobe, and changing into a frilly dress Gizmoduck had gotten for her. She loved his gifts! She then brushed her teeth and did her hair, made sure she was carrying extra glitter, then moved to the kitchen area, politely greeting her dad with a 'good morning'. She blinked in surprise when she noticed the guest. Then beamed happily. 

                                "Mother Goose!!" she rushed over to hug the witch. "You're here! Did dad invite you over? Oh, you made breakfast? You shouldn't have!" 

                                • Mother Goose
                                  Mother Goose

                                  ((OOC: no worries, gave the grownups time to talk))

                                  "That's so cute!" Mother Goose gushed. What an utterly adorable setup for an utterly adorable little girl! Quiverwing was such a good daddy. She was about to say he really should at least nibble something, it might be hours before they got another chance to eat when the star of the show appeared.

                                  "Gosalyn!" Mother Goose said, picking up the duckling for a twirl/hug. "Surprise!" she beamed, cuddling the bundle of floof. "I did!" she said, putting her down on a chair and fixing her a plate. "And that's not the only surprise~!" she sang, showing the duckling the sparkling tickets to the magic kingdom. "We're having a family day!" Aren't you excited??

                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                    "Good morning, sweetheart." Quiverwing leaned in once Gosalyn was settled in her chair, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He decided to not get into a discussion about the whole 'invited' situation nor the 'breaking and entering' detail. He certainly seemed to be taking it all in stride.

                                    "It's for an amusement park," he explained to the duckling, unsure if she knew what those were. He barely knew, himself. "Sort of a... uh..." Quiverwing thought for a bit. "Carnival?" He glanced to Mother Goose and shrugged, was that close enough?

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

                                      ((OOC: Yeeeeeah, 'talk'. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ))

                                      Gosalyn giggled when the goose cuddled her back and gave her a twirl. 

                                      Then she gasped. "A family day? I never had one before!!" she squealed, balling up her fists near her face and jumping up and down in excitement. "What are those? Where are we going?" 

                                      She clearly had no idea what those tickets were. 

                                      And then her face fell a little at Quiverwing's explanation. "Oh... you guys like that sort of thing...?" 

                                      It wasn't that she didn't like amusement parks or anything... well, okay, she just didn't. The ones back in the Negaverse... it was a completely different kind of amusement. Except Gosalyn was not amused. She had a hard time blocking out sounds and sights from the bloody, violent human arena, and avoiding the torture-a-human stalls after that. 

                                      She'd forgotten she wasn't there anymore. Or maybe she just assumed 'amusement' parks in Darkwing's world were similar. But she reminded herself to keep being positive. With her family, it couldn't possibly be that horrible. And the smile quickly returned. 

                                      "That sounds... great." I think? "Are you signing up for a fight in the arena, dad?" 

                                      Aaaand this is the part where the grownups get confused. 

                                      • Mother Goose
                                        Mother Goose

                                        "Kinda like a carnival!" The goose laughed. "But much, much bigger!" she promised. The puzzlement on Quivy's face was hilarious. The mixture of emotions on Gosalyn's face at the words 'amusement park'  was concerning.

                                        "The.. arena?" Mother Goose side-eyed Quiverwing. Just what was he teaching this kid? "I don't think they have one of those, hun... there's a stage show, though, is that ok?" she asked, anxiously, looking through the park map for an arena event. If she'd known Gos was into battles, she would have gotten tickets to Medieval Knights tournament instead. "And... parades! Those are really fun, with all the costumes and the dancing?"

                                        • Quiverwing Duck
                                          Quiverwing Duck

                                          Arena fight?

                                          Quiverwing immediately looked interested. "What, that's an option?" But when Mother Goose clarified that it was not, he was clearly a touch disappointed. His idea of 'fun' might be slightly warped.

                                          "It has rides and things," he hazarded. "Like ..." Quiverwing had been to a carnival or two, although never to attend one for fun. Generally such visits had been only at night, and usually because he was there to track a criminal through some disturbing and seedy attractions. What was that annoying tall one? "Ferris wheels."

                                          Gently, he patted Gosalyn's hair. "I'm sure its very nice, and you'll have a good time. Anyway, if anyone threatens you, I'll be right there. You don't have to worry."

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

                                            "What?" Gosalyn blinked at their descriptions. Were they still talking about the same thing? 

                                            "And what are Ferris wheels?" 

                                            Then she blushed. Of course... amusement parks from the Negaverse must not be the same as the ones here. 

                                            In fact, that sounded like a lot of fun! 

                                            Her face lit up at the thought. Knowing her parent and fairy godparent deserved an explanation, she started one. "I'm sorry. I was just afraid amusement parks were like... back home. They have games that hurt people and there are violent fights in an arena. Launchpad took me to see them... it was scary," she shuddered at the memory. "But I know now that this is different. And I'm really excited to go! Please, tell me more!" 

                                            • Mother Goose
                                              Mother Goose

                                              Mother Goose's eyebrows knitted together in concern. Where did Quiverwing adopt her from, Detroit? "Oh no, baby, people are only horribly mutilated by accident in theme parks!" She patted Gos's head reassuringly. "And that's very very rare!" So comforting.

                                              The goose nodded at Quiverwing. "Yes, rides! Ferris wheels are like, a big wheel you ride in." She moved her hand in a circle to mimic the motion of the ride. "And there's the spinning teacup ride and space mountain and the jungle cruise and that pirate ride-" her face went sour at the thought of pirates. "We'll skip that one." She launched back into the list with enthusiasm. "And the monorail and the haunted house and a Carrousel and icecreams as big as your head!" Strictly speaking, that last one wasn't a ride, but it was exciting.

                                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                                Quiverwing Duck

                                                "Oh yeah. That guy." Quiverwing's brows flattened down when Gosalyn mentioned that crazy Negaversian version of his old friend. "Haven't seen him at all since I clobbered him during the incident." He shrugged nonchalantly and sipped his coffee. "Eh, if that's the kind of entertainment he enjoyed, maybe he actually liked getting his butt kicked. Which is a disturbing thought."

                                                Looking cheerful once again, Quiverwing asked Mother Goose, "We don't have to fly there, do we?" He was overly familiar with magical ladies at this point. "If it's all the same, I'd prefer to drive."

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

                                                  With every description Mother Goose gave her about the amusement park, Gosalyn got more and more excited. 

                                                  "Keen gear! That sounds like a lot of fun!!" she exclaimed, genuinely this time. 

                                                  She looked to her dad curiously. "You don't like flying?" 

                                                  • Mother Goose
                                                    Mother Goose

                                                    On the one hand, flying meant skipping the search for a decent parking space, but on the other hand, a car meant a lot more trunk space to store useless trinkets and bobbles...

                                                    "Oh, what a lovely offer, Quivy!" Mother Goose said. "Yes, lets drive~!" She was going to get so many souvenirs to remember the day. Wouldn't Quiverwing look so cute in mouse ears? And cartoon gloves?

                                                    "You know, I didn't know you had a car," the witch said, offhandedly. "Doesn't really fit the whole archery image... unless it's arrow-shaped?" she sniggered.

                                                    • Quiverwing Duck
                                                      Quiverwing Duck

                                                      "Flying is fine, sweetheart, I just don't enjoy doing it without a closed vehicle," Quiverwing explained to his daughter. "Too much wind." He pushed a few head feathers out of his eyes, making it a little clearer that he was not fond of getting completely disheveled simply by traveling.

                                                      "It is not arrow shaped, it's car shaped," he patiently told Mother Goose, sitting back with his coffee cup in his hands. "She's called the Knighthawk, that's 'knight' with a 'K'. Although we'll both be in our mild-mannered civilian mode," Quiverwing gestured at himself, and his current lack of costume. "Anyway, I've always had a car. Besides, I need one for my day job. I rarely make any money as a masked vigilante."

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