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i. Main Street USA: Daylight Hours
The citizens of Main Street greet the coming of fall in a big way! The entire main part of town is decorated in the colors of fall, carved pumpkins on every window ledge, balcony and stoop! Some are rather creative, ranging from The King himself to various spook-tacular versions. There are also plain pumpkins, squash and apples arranged in a rather decorative (and tasty) presentation outside the Opera House!

Enjoy yourselves as The Candy Palace begins to hand out small, caramel and spice covered apple slices. The smell of apple fritters, grilled apples and apple bacon float through the air. Enjoy the rather relaxed daylight hours...

ii.Main Street USA: After Dark

Because the moment the sun sets, and the lamps have been lit- the entire street takes on a strange and unsettling demeanor. The pumpkins glow a soft, red color and bats and black cats crawl around the shadowed corners. You might see several citizens wandering the streets-but look to hard and they will suddenly vanish before you can even greet them.

The stores are still open and the sweets and treats are still pouring; but! Beware of happy haunts~!

iii. Yo ho, yo ho a Pirates life for me!

Ah! Smell that salty, briny air! It gives life to all those who are from or love the sea!

Which would be wonderful and invigorating, if this was the bottom of the beautiful briny sea. It isn't. It's the open garden in front of the train station which is no being over run by some rather fishy, lv. 2 Corroded! Can you help sweep the proverbial beach clean without being washed away by water based attacks? The conductors would be most grateful if you could!

iv.Come out and Socialize!

No need to be number one thousand! Imagination is the real host here, so go on and use your to come up with your own adventure. Just remember to take loved ones by the hand, please, our ghosts are frightfully sensitive to too much mischief~

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

beancounter

You are definitely a kid, Gosalyn. A very cunning and smart one for your age, yes... but still technically a kid.

Fenton slowed for a moment, as he caught sight of her. Yeah. No slight resemblance and feelings of familiarity, as he had with the other-world Webby. She was exactly as he remembered her... from meeting her and her Dad, when he went to visit Launchpad during that E.G.R.T... to seeing her tag-along as Darkwing Duck's... ...fanclub president, or sidekick-in-training? Whatever she was to him. Homesickness hit him hard in that moment, making him pause, and then he was moving again, but at a slower, steady pace this time.

"Gosalyn!" he called out, waving his arm in the air so she would spot him. "Over here! ... Oh please, let her recognize me..." he mumbled to himself.

From:

keen_gear

She did. And a smile lit up her beak as she bounded over. She could be tired later. She refused to let an adult see she was tired. "Hey! I know you! You're launchpad's friend!"

From:

beancounter

Fenton came to a stop as Gosalyn bounced over, shoulders slumping as a wave of relief washed over him. Oh, good. She DID recognize him. Finally. Someone from home was here. "Yeah. Fenton Crackshell. Boy howdy, Gos, I am SO glad to see you!"

He paused, then, biting the bottom of his beak. Well, glad to see her, yes. Glad she was here, and in danger from the Corroded? Expected to fight? He'd gathered that this new Webby was ready for the challenge, but he wasn't sure about Gosalyn. Yes, she was spunky as hell, and doesn't back down, but... ...but Drake would KILL him, if anything was to ever happen to her! He didn't want to see any of his friends hurt, but especially one like her! Someone from home, someone he knew, someone close to people he was close to! Still... if willpower and determination was anything to take into account, regarding dealing with the Corroded, well... Gosalyn was in good standing, there.

"When did you get here? Did you see the Dreamfinder? Or Merlin? How much do you know about this place?" He paused, and looked around, then chuckled sheepishly. "Ahh... perhaps the middle of the street isn't the best place to talk about this. You've probably been assigned a room at the apartment buildings, when you arrived. But we can find your room later. You okay to come to my room, so we can talk? I don't know if my other roomates are there. One's a human called the Doctor, but the other is a duckling about your age, named Webby. She's not the Webby I know, though. She's from a world that's a lot like ours, but different." He paused, then laughed sheepishly. "...and I just said the street wasn't the place to talk about all this. Okay. Ease up, Fenton. Just relax..."

From:

keen_gear

She laughed, listening to him babble, and bounced a bit. She was just as happy to see a familiar beak as he was. "Another duck? Keen Gear! Everyone here looks so weird! you're the first familiar person I met. Well. Second. Sorta. I mean I only saw the Crimson Quackette for a second as she was running by," She had to establish the secret identity now, right? She wished her dad was there to ask. Then again he wouldn't let her help at all. He never let her do anything fun. "Hey! Is that a candy shop?" Nice. Smooth subject change. No one noticed. "Let's go!"

From:

beancounter

Fenton just smiled sheepishly down at Gosalyn. At least she found that amusing. "Yeah. I've never seen humans before coming here. There's a parrot here, too. Jose. He's from another reality that's similar, but very different from ours." He blinked. "...Crimson Quackette? Who's that? Is that a new hero in St. Canard? Or villain...?" He'd never heard of her. Then again, he wasn't familiar with all of Darkwing's rogues' gallery; mostly just the Fearsome Five and a few high-ranking FOWL agents.

And then Gosalyn was heading towards the candy store, Fenton moving quickly to follow. "They take a weird currency here called munny. Is the shop even open at this time?"

From:

keen_gear

"You're an adult, can't you just get them to open up or something?" she asked, bouncing along beside him. "Humans are weird looking," she agreed. Notice the thing she didn't reply to... "A parrot? Cool!" And still isn't replying to. "So how do we get munny here anyway?"

From:

beancounter

"It doesn't work that way, Gos," explained Fenton. "Just because I'm an adult doesn't mean I can just tell other people what to do." In most of the cases, they were the ones telling him what to do!

Fenton did raise a brow at her. He noticed she wasn't answering his question about the Crimson Quackette, but decided to let it go for now. She was probably still a bit shaken and everything from just arriving in this weird, new world. He was willing to give her a lot of slack.

He paused a moment to think about his reply, about where to get munny from. This wasn't quite the same case as with Webby, again. Webby had been all gung-ho for working, herself, and for going on missions. Fenton wasn't sure how well Gosalyn would take to either of those options. Plus, again, if anything bad happened to Gosalyn he KNEW Drake would hate him forever for that. And besides that, Gosalyn was a sweet kid; he didn't want anything to happen to her. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair feathers.

"Lots of people get jobs here, to earn munny. I don't know what sort of jobs there are for kids. You can also earn munny going on missions, but..." He frowned. "They're dangerous. They can be really dangerous. You have to know at least a little magic, and partner up with others in order to even do any." He took in a breath, and sighed. He'd offered this to Webby. It was only fair to make the same offer to Gosalyn. "The job I have pays pretty well... I can give you an allowance of 20 munny a week, if you want."

From:

keen_gear

Okay, that was a lot to think about. She almost jumped on the thing about missions, but probably better to let the Crimson Quackette do those. right? Well, maybe not. "I'm not afraid of danger!" she said, crossing her arms. "Just give me a hockey stick and my skates and you just watch how afraid danger is of me!" But she considered him. "If I take the munny am I going to have to clean my room?"

From:

beancounter

Fenton chuckled at that, a grin spreading across his beak. Well, that was a good attitude to take, at least! Confident. With a bit of training and practice, she probably would be quite the little force to be reckoned with. He'd leave that up to whoever did the training, though. Speaking of which... "Did you learn what class you are, Gos?"

Fenton folded his arms in thought. The very reason why she was asking was that Drake probably gave her chores to do, like that. He'd never been a parent, or even had to look after kids, ever... but he also didn't want to sabotage any of Drake's parental work. He didn't want to step on his toes, either. What to do, what to do..? "Well given as you're probably rooming with someone else, there's no way I can actually check up on that, can I?" He thought for a moment. "How's this? Twice a week, you come over to my apartment, and help me clean up a little. Help me do the dishes, sweep the floors... that sort of thing."

From:

keen_gear

She made a face at that. "I think I'd rather find a job." And yes, once again she was intentionally dodging a topic. "I could be a professional field hockey player! That probably makes great munny! Or a professional video game play tester! Or a TV watcher!"

From:

beancounter

Fenton snickered in amusement. "Sorry, Gos... I don't think they have any of that kind of stuff, here. The technology of this area is a little less than what we're used to..." Yes, there was electricity, and the convenience of modern appliances... but he hadn't seen anything like TV or video games here. Though, granted, he really hadn't been looking. It still felt more like turn-of-the-century, than the late 20th century he was familiar with.

From:

keen_gear

"..."

"How much less?"

From:

beancounter

He drew in a breath. "Well... they've got electricity, and fridges and electric stoves and the like. But I don't think I've seen any TVs, and I definitely haven't seen any video games here. If I were to pin it down to anything, it's almost... early 1900s at best?" He shrugged. History had never been his strong point. "As a general sort of feel for the place... It's not exact."

From:

keen_gear

History meant homework and she usually phoned that in when she could get away with it.

"No video games?! No TV? What is this? The dark ages!?" She looked like she was ready to go yell at someone. "Those weird old guys are in charge right? We'll just see about this no TV no video game thing! I'm not in trouble" for once, "I didn't do anything wrong and I refuse to be punished for something I didn't do!" Of course her dad punished her all the time for things she didn't do. Like her homework or cleaning her room....

From:

beancounter

Fenton winced a little, and looked at her sympathetically. "It's... it's not like that, Gos. It's not meant to be a punishment. It's like... this world is from a different time than ours. They just don't have that technology. I don't think there's anything they can do about it."

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. "...Look. I might have some cookies back at my apartment. I know I've got hot chocolate. How about we go there, and you can rest up a bit. I'm sure you're still a bit... ...wound up from just having arrived here."

From:

keen_gear

"I'm not tired," she said grumpily, crossing her arms. She was, but no way she was about to admit that now. "How can this world have no TV? Everyone needs TV? And what about superheroes? Back home one of them had what looked like a TV in his chest. If there are no TVs how is Gizmoduck or Darkwing or anyone supposed to save the day?"

Her dad would MELT DOWN if his gas gun didn't work. And what about his motorcycle? Or the Thunderquack?

From:

beancounter

Oh, Gos... you have no idea how close to home, and how hard, that hit. Fenton drew back a bit, taking in a breath and biting the bottom of his beak. "They're... not just about the TVs. Gizmoduck can... could... function without a TV." Maybe. He hoped. But the suit wasn't working. He had no idea if it could... WOULD ever work. The Dreamfinder had given him hope that the possibility of getting the suit working WAS a possibility (though he didn't know what Fenton had actually been asking about, when he'd offered his explanation, way back then). His hands clench and unclench faintly, and he clears his throat. "Darkwing doesn't need technology in order to fight crime..." he mumbles softly. "He'd be just fine, here."

He looked away, down the street towards the castle, although he really wasn't looking at anything, at the moment. Yeah. Darkwing would be just fine, here. He'd have no problems being a superhero. All he needed was his wits, his ingenutiy, and his determination. HIMSELF, on the other hand... Well... He was at an utter loss, wasn't he? Absolutely useless without the suit. ... Well, maybe not quite useless. He had his magic, now... and Lydia (and Atem) were great at supporting him, making him realize that even without his super suit, he could still do heroic things, here (even if they didn't realize just exactly what had been bothering him, on that mission).

"There's magic," he said softly. "We all have magic, here... We are all supposed to save the day with magic..."

He sounded a bit unsure, though. Or perhaps that was melancholy. Gosalyn had just - however unintentionally - reminded him that he couldn't be the superhero he was used to being, here. Insecurity hit, and it hit HARD... and way more often, still, than Fenton liked.

From:

keen_gear

"So Morgana would be fine, but what about the rest of us? I don't know how to use magic." She huffed, crossing her arms. "And unless magic can power TVs, what's the point of it?" she threw her hands in the air, exasperated. Of course Darkwing and Gizmo Duck could be heroes without tech, but had he ever heard how a hero WHINES when something happens to his toys? She has.

"Tell you what, Darkwing or Gizmo show up here, YOU can tell them that they don't have their tech. I'll watch with popcorn, okay?"

From:

beancounter

"Well, you can learn magic. All of us can use magic here. Look!" Fenton took a step back, and held out his hand. "I wish I had an apple in my hand, right now!" There was a puff of air, and a red, shiny apple appeared in Fenton's hand. He felt a wave of exhaustion come over him from casting the spell, but he offered Gosalyn a tired smile. "See? Anyone can do this! We just... yawn... have to be trained, first. And different classes use different spells." He peered at the apple a little skeptically. "Sometimes these don't always work right... so the taste might be off. Hope not. Should have been simple enough."

She really was hung up on the no-TV thing, wasn't she? Well, Fenton could understand, to an extent. His mother would probably think this place was hell, with no TV. He holds the apple in both hands, fingers nervously drumming against it. Ahh, Gosalyn... if only you knew. Gizmoduck was here... and he was upset that his suit wasn't working, but more sad than anything else, about it. "Ahh... I'll be sure to pass on that memo, yes. If and when Darkwing... ...or Gizmoduck ever arrive." Fenton had been wondering if secret identies were even feasable, in this world that had so few ducks... but old habits were hard to break, and he still clung hard to keeping his secret identity a secret.

From:

keen_gear

She blinked at the apple, then brightened right up. "Keen gear! Okay! Make a TV next!" she said, clapping her hands.

single minded to a fault.

But if they could just magic up things, what were they doing wasting time just standing around talking for? she had a christmas wish a mile long. Including... "Can we wish people here too? Like dad and Darkwing and Launchpad and Honker?"

From:

beancounter

One-track mind, this kid... Fenton just raised a brow, then sighed tiredly and shook his head. "I'm afraid a TV is a little beyond me. Even if I could conjure one up, I don't think we'd get any programs..." Now, if they could get a gaming system, and some games, that would probably work, but... Fenton isn't about to suggest that. Best not to get her hopes up.

And speaking of hopes... Fenton's frown grows, and he feels the weight of guilt and sadness heap up on his shoulders. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, Gosalyn. We can't control who comes, or when. We can only just... hope that they come."

From:

keen_gear

"I bet if we work together we could make one! And if there aren't any shows here.... well... we'll just make that too! You'll see." She forced cheerfulness into her voice because she couldn't handle the thought of her dad possibly not showing up.

From:

beancounter

Fenton couldn't help but chuckle, softly. She might have been stuck on the TV thing, but... he sure couldn't fault her determination and enthusiasm. He reached out a hand to her. "Come on. Let's get in you in some place, and get you something to eat. You can crash at my place, if you want. I'm sure Webby would love to have another girl duck her age to talk to. We'll find what apartment you're supposed to be in tomorrow."

From:

keen_gear

"Another... girl duck?" she wilted a bit. "She's not going to just want to talk about dresses and dolls is she? Last time someone decided I should have a friend my own age who was a girl I got grounded for a week." And how unfair was that? It wasn't her fault she hit the other duck after all. She was trying to explain how exciting field hockey could be and got a little over excited. Even HONKER knew to dodge when she wound up like that.

From:

beancounter

Fenton frowned a little. "And what's wrong with that? The Webby from my world is like that, but she's very sweet!" He sighed and shook his head. "But no. This Webby's actually from another reality. One like ours, but different. She..." He pauses, then chuckles a little. "She's a lot like you, actually. Very energetic and rambunctious. Ready to leap into action, and fight off the corroded. Excited at the prospect of adventure. I think you two'd get along well, actually."