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Gosalyn ([personal profile] gosforit) wrote in [community profile] starlightcafe2020-10-22 05:41 pm
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Open Post: Gosalyn

Spoilers for "Let's Get Dangerous" in comments.



Leave a picture prompt or text starter, and I'll pick things up from there!
I'll be playing Gosalyn from after the events of "Let's Get Dangerous" - Season 3, Episode 12 of DuckTales.
Canon, cross-canon, and AU scenarios are all welcome. Please specify your preferences. SFW only.
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So I haven't actually seen the episode yet, but I've been spoiled to some things

[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-22 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenton couldn't help feeling a little awkward every time he came to St. Canard. He was more than happy to help out a fellow superhero, of course, especially one that was a friend of Launchpad's. The only problem was Darkwing had no idea that he was actually Gizmoduck, and had an intense dislike of him for...some reason. He'd pretended to feel the same, if only because it meant keeping his identity a secret from someone, but it was weird having to pretend to hate himself.

Regardless, he was glad to be able to assist somehow, and he felt a sense of pride with all the tech that he'd built for the other hero. Dropping by today was just a routine maintenance, just to make sure everything was still in proper working order.

While he'd been there a few times before, he still entered carefully, not wanting to trip any potential traps that might have been set up since the last time he'd been there. "Hello...?" he called out, trying to keep an eye out for the caped crusader. "DW?"
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-22 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He jumped a little at the sudden voice, watching in surprise as the young girl scaled down a nearby ladder. "Uh...yes?" Not that nerd was the worst thing he'd ever been called, but what was a kid doing here?

"My name's Fenton. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera."
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-22 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" His face brightened a bit with recognition, his surprise giving way to a laugh. "So you're Gosalyn. It's nice to meet you."

He'd heard a bit about the girl from DW, just enough so he could help look for her grandfather. He didn't realize that she would be hanging around here, though.
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-22 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile softened, and he returned the nod. "Of course. I couldn't not help out, y'know?"

Whether he was being a scientist or being a hero, the whole point of everything he did was to help people.

Her question had him gesture further into the lair, as he started making his way towards the computer. "Oh, I'm just here to run some diagnostics. Make sure everything's up to date. Is DW in?"
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
He chuckled a little as he typed a few commands into the computer. “Looking for more inspiration, huh? Y’know most of the tech he asked me to build was based on that show.”

To the surprise of no one.
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-23 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He took a step to the side to give her more room, more than happy to share what he was working on. As much as DW appreciated and asked for all this technology, he didn’t seem to really understand it other than the basics of how to use them.

Which is fine, he was more than happy to help and explain. But it was also nice to have others who shared this particular interest.

“Honestly, I didn’t really ask about that,” he answered with a snicker. “But it’s possible.”

Either that, or he was lonely in this big lair by himself.

.......he should really look into getting a lair or headquarters. Or something.
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-10-26 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
Another chuckle. "Probably."

Not that he was judging. Actually, it was kind of fun seeing if he could get create actual working tech off stuff from the show. It was kind of like a challenge for himself.

"Just making sure everything is running smoothly. I'd hate for him to miss an actual emergency just because I overlooked something."
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[personal profile] doctorintern 2020-11-12 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
He paused in his typing at the question, and glanced over at her curiously.

"Uh, yeah sure. What's up?"
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-10-22 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The McDuck family was visiting St. Canard again, only this time Webby had been allowed to join in. After hearing about all the amazing things they'd gone and done without her, Webby was keen to do some exploring when they had their backs turned.

She only caught a glimpse of Gosalyn, but recognized her from Dewey's livestream. But why was she headed for the bridge...?

Curious, and kicking in her stealth skills as trained by her Granny, she began to stalk the red-head, unknowingly heading right into the lair of the city's biggest (and only) hero.
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-10-22 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Still oblivious that this was not normal behavior, Webby decided that maybe her strategy would work better if she got ahead of Gosalyn - so she began to climb the scaffolding of the nearest building, hang off a windowsill, and land on an apartment's outside fire exit stairway.

But while Webby had learned from a master, she wasn't a master herself - some of this definitely made some noise.
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-10-23 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, really? You've got good hearing!"

With a kick, Webby shoved the rest of the ladder down to the ground, sliding down afterwards with a perfect landing. All perfectly normal.

"Hi, I'm Webby!"
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-10-24 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, that is my name!" Once again, oblivious to how social interactions are supposed to work.

"I saw you on Dewey's livestream, and he told me how cool you were, so when we came to Saint Canard, I really wanted to meet you and see your coolness for myself!"

C'mon. You can't stay mad at that face. C'mooon.
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-11-06 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great! Let's start with Darkwing Duck's lair!"

... Yeah, this wasn't going to be anywhere near as easy as Gosalyn thought it'd be.

"What's it like being his kid sidekick? Do you have a catchphrase?"
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[personal profile] woo_oo 2020-11-08 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Yes it is.

"Aw, why not?" Pause. "The lair, not the catchphrase. The catchphrase stuff is hard. But as for the lair, I'd never tell! Not even if they tortured me - I've been trained extra hard against all interrogation techniques!"
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[personal profile] crashcoursepilot 2020-10-23 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
It was night time, and so, Launchpad arrived at St. Canard once again. He did say he'd be there for Drake and Gosalyn as much as possible, and difficult as it was to juggle his fulltime job at Duckburg with a semi-fulltime job of family-stand-in, he was ultimately still a man of his word. He couldn't be in St. Canard every night, but four nights a week was still a good compromise, right? Right.

The only trouble was, he hadn't had a good sleep in over a week now. Three hours here, two hours there... He'd had about six hours after a car crash knocked him unconscious; that'd been a swell nap. Needless to say, when he wandered into DW's secret hideout this time, it was with a wobble, drooping eyes and a paper bag in one hand.

"DW? Gosalyyyn? Uncle Launchpad's here and he's brought hamburgers!"

Had he stopped by Hamburger Hippo's drivethru on the way to St. Canard? Absolutely. Did he get coffee for himself? ...He meant to, but he forgot.
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[personal profile] crashcoursepilot 2020-10-23 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Launchpad absolutely, 100% cared about Gosalyn and Drake more than he cared about himself, and it really showed. But being perpetually exhausted and maybe even a little stressed out came with the job of being an uncle; Donald was living proof of that. 'Always put the kids before yourself', that was clearly a wise lesson to live by.

"I'm fine, I'm fiiine," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand, though it was more of a slurred mumble than an actual statement. He went to drop the burger bag on the table, then drop himself down on the couch. "Definitely not about to conk out...! But enough about me. How was your day?"
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[personal profile] crashcoursepilot 2020-10-24 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"But if I sleep, I can't spend time with you! And then I'll have driven over here for nothing! I can sleep back home-" he broke off quite suddenly, frowning. "Wait, no, Mr. McD needs me to pilot the submarine tomorrow. We're gonna try and find some secret underwater base. But that's okay! The sub's got an autopilot that can take over once we're on our way. ...I think."

Too many adventures? There was no such thing!
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[personal profile] crashcoursepilot 2020-11-13 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'll make me?" Launchpad laughed, assuming it was just a joke. He was like five times Gosalyn's size, after all. Besides, he was the adult here. He lifted a hand to ruffle her hair. "Sure you will. I believe in you. So do you have enough fries? Or should I have gotten the curly ones? I don't know, Hamburger Hippo fries are always the best, curly or straight, you know what I mean? Just perfectly good, sleepy fries."

... Oh boy...
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-10-23 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The newly united crimefighting team is on the prowl! But unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), crime remains at an absolute low around St. Canard. So tonight, they've just been staking out a rooftop near the city's biggest bank. If something goes down, it has to be here, right?

That's what Darkwing hopes. But so far it's been nearly an hour with no sign of any suspicious activity, and no alerts about any other crimes from WANDA. So it's starting to feel more like they're just camping out on this rooftop. Sure they have some snacks and such on them, but Drake feels that Gosalyn could use something more food-like. So he eventually suggests, "Okay, if there's nothing in fifteen minutes, how about I order us a pizza?"
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-10-24 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The waiting game is turning out to be one of the hardest parts of the job, especially when he's worried about disappointing Gosalyn and not looking cool enough. Although the biggest upside to the lack of danger is that at least he doesn't have to worry about her safety for now.

Drake smiles as he talks about toppings. "I tend to go for mushrooms. Especially here... something about the mushrooms in this city are just magical! And what's your preference?"
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-11-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He's quick to respond defensively. "What? No, there's nothing gross, or- or old about it! Mushrooms can be pretty healthy, you know!"
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-11-07 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, pepperoni's nice!" Drake chimes with a little bit of excitement, before he remembers that he's trying to defend himself, so he forces himself to go on, "...for... kids! ...Because... pepperoni is... a kid's topping. ...For kids!" Then he just shrugs. "Why don't we get half and half?"

It is the simplest way to solve most pizza-related problems, after all!
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-11-07 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
A big kid? What, the guy going around LARPing as his childhood superhero? He'd find that notion to be ridiculous. "It - might not be so bad." He does quickly admit that before he goes for his phone. "Very well. Half and half it shall be! With the judgement of Solomon, Darkwing Duck has come through!"
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[personal profile] flapsin 2020-11-07 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't sweat it," he says with a soft smile. Maybe he can see multiple things she could be thankful for. He knows that he feels thankful too. His smile almost seems like a knowing smirk before he adds, "No use fighting crime on an empty stomach! Now it's time I made that order..."

He then steps away for a moment as he makes the call. ...And spends several minutes trying to tell them exactly which random rooftop to bring the pie to.