Open Post: Gosalyn

[gosforit]

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



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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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[crashcoursepilot]

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.

[gosforit]

Okay, so Launchpad wasn't the brightest, and he didn't seem to understand that this crimefighting team wasn't any kind of family unit, but Gosalyn had to admit it- The guy was alright. He was fun, and funny. Mostly when he wasn't trying to be, but hey.

And of course, he really seemed to care about her and Drake. That wasn't something Gosalyn could just ignore. So when Launchpad came in looking pretty much dead on his feet, she was concerned as she approached him.

"LP? You okay, dude?"

[crashcoursepilot]

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?"

[gosforit]

"Uh-huh, totally fine. Clearly," Gosalyn huffed. She wasn't about to ignore that bag, though, as she reached in for a handful of fries. "Launchpad, why don't you get some sleep?"

[crashcoursepilot]

"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!

[gosforit]

"LP, come on, don't be so stubborn," Gosalyn huffed. She'd tell him not to be dumb but she knows he can't help that, and honestly, that's kind of grown on her. As far as nerd friends go, he's not a bad one. "You gotta get some sleep, and I'll make you if I have to."

[crashcoursepilot]

"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...