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[takeittothebridge]

Terminal Island - Closed to Scrooge

[It's mostly quiet until a portal suddenly opens up, and a black duck figure stumbles out from it. He barely manages to catch himself from falling over, not at all helped by the weight of the guitar on his back.

He barely has a chance to breathe before realizing that he was definitely somewhere different. He frowned as he glanced around.]

...What the...?

The City Islands

[Sometime later would find Bridge wandering around the city; though he'd been briefed on the situation and gotten some helpful tips, currently he was by himself and just getting a feel for the location and where things might be.

He's still hanging around in his duck form, though he might stand out a bit from the other duck residence since his feathers were all black. He's also just walking around aimlessly with no real destination in mind, the guitar still strapped to his back. So he probably wouldn't say no to some help, or just a conversation.]

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[moneymatters]

[Bridge might start to wander away from the portal area and, as he does so, he'll feel a chill start to set in. It's strange, it's only on one side, as if sitting by an open window in winter, only this area was much bigger than it should be for that sort of feeling to happen. Ice crackled every now and then, and then- the impact of magic. Should all be pretty familiar things to him, particularly when- after another snap of ice and, this time, light -he'll hear a few choice oaths in Scottish brogue.]

[takeittothebridge]

[He shivered a bit as the cold seeps into his skin, but the magical energy around that did feel familiar. He doesn't think too much of it though until that last snap of the ice, followed by a Scottish tone that had him sucking in a breath.

Then he hurried on, following the voice just to confirm what he was hearing.]

[moneymatters]

[What he'll find is a somewhat secluded corner of the terminal area, covered in light frost and the occasional snow whorl. Though Scrooge was back here practicing magic, as he was wont to do, it was nowhere near- ...well, nowhere near recent times, and seemed to just be idle tooling around with the ice than anything else.

Scrooge himself is standing in the middle of it, shaking one hand and then sticking it under his arm. He's not hurt, not really, which is obvious enough. More like, the magical version of stretching a rubber band and then having it pop back onto your fingers. It stings, but your temper is a bit more bruised than anything else.

...Certainly cursing up a storm about it though. And he aims a kick at a nearby lump of snow, which really only grazes it and twists him around more than anything else-

Which then has him freeze in place as he now spots Bridge, staring at him in shell-shocked surprise.]

[takeittothebridge]

[He stiffened, his heart racing as he stood there for a long, silent moment. And when he finally does speak, his voice is rather small and almost hard to hear.]

Uncle Scrooge...?

[moneymatters]

Bridge...?

[It had to be. It HAD to be! Snow crunches under his feet as he takes a step closer, then another one. Finally he dashes across the distance between them and snaps Bridge up in a hug. There's an immense relief of some kind in there, but at this point it's difficult to tell why.]

The City Islands

[myown]

[The rise in the duck population hasn't gone unnoticed by Pearl, but she doesn't find it odd. These specific kinds of ducks really might as well be humans - or at least, that's the impression she's currently under. Honestly, the only reason Bridge happens to catch her interest is the guitar on his back. She smiles to see that, and approaches him. She tries to keep a note of who shows up in Pantropa, and between those efforts and her excellent memory, she's comfortable assuming that this particular duck is-]

New around here? I'm Pearl; it's nice to meet you. [She points to the guitar.] What kind of music do you play?

[takeittothebridge]

[He pauses, turning towards the voice. Then he smiles.]

Nice to meet you too, Pearl. And yeah, I just got here a few hours ago.

[Playing a bit with the guitar strap across his front, he then slid the guitar over to hold it.]

Mostly rock, though I dabble in a little of anything. It really just depends how I'm feeling at the time.

[myown]

Welcome to Pantropa, then. If you haven't received a tablet yet, I can help you get set up with one. [She smiles.] Rock and roll is nice - and I think it's great that you can play a range.

I have a [To Pearl's credit, the pause here is extremely brief.] friend back home who plays guitar. And one who plays the ukulele.

[She and the other Gems are musical, as well, yes, but she wouldn't consider them musicians the way she thinks of Greg and Steven as such.]

[takeittothebridge]

A tablet? [Scrooge hadn't mentioned that. But then, they had been a little busy catching up.] No, I haven't gotten one yet. I'd appreciate that.

[He grins.]

Thanks. I like learning about different musical genres. The differences can really affect the feel of a song, even if some of the words are the same.

The guitar and harmonica are my usual go-tos, but the ukulele is a lot of fun too.

city islands

[allfortheloveofyou]

[She spots a fellow duck, and despite having no idea who this is, it's always a welcome relief compared to all the humans.

She offers a friendly wave.]

Hello! Welcome to... well, the weirdest vacation ever!

[takeittothebridge]

[He freezes mid-step, glancing at the familiar voice in surprise.]

...Aunt Daisy?

[allfortheloveofyou]

... Huh?

... You can't be Huey, Dewey, or Louie, right?

[takeittothebridge]

[There was a moment of hesitation, then he shakes his head.]

No uh...Sorry. I forgot Uncle Scrooge said there could be alternate versions of people I know.

My name's Bridge. I uh...come from the same world as Uncle Scrooge. The one here, I mean.

City Islands

[quackmage]

[Another duck, this is starting to get a little weird. Just a bit. Not that Donald really dwells on things like that.

Donald waves, friendly.]

Hiya! Are you new around here?

[takeittothebridge]

[Glancing over, he hesitates a moment.]

Yeah, I just got here a while ago.

...You're...the Donald that Uncle Scrooge told me about, right? The one from a different world than we are?

[quackmage]

I guess?

[Wait a minute]

You know Uncle Scrooge? Who are you?

[takeittothebridge]

[Definitely not the one he knows back home, anyway.]

My name's Bridge. I come from the same world that Uncle Scrooge does.

I'm uh...adopted.

[butdaaaaad]

[A shout comes from down the street.]

FOOOOOOOORE!

Hopefully Bridge looks around, or ducks because there's a golf ball flying in his direction. It's followed by a duckling on roller skates zipping down the sidewalk]

[takeittothebridge]

[He does look in time to see the golf ball, and somehow manages to dodge it before it hits him in the face. But the quick maneuvering out of the way causes him to lose his balance, and he has to twist so he doesn't land on his guitar as he hits the ground.]

[butdaaaaad]

[Whoops. She skids to a stop next to the poor duck, cringing.]

Whoa, hey you okay?

[takeittothebridge]

[After pushing himself up with a bit of a groan, the first thing he does is check his guitar for damages. Because, y'know, priorities.]

Yeah...I think so.

[Then he glances in the direction the golf ball had flown passed.]

Heck of a shot, though.

[He's not much of a sports person, but he recognizes a "that probably could've cracked my beak" shot when he sees one.]

City Islands

[terrorwhatflaps]

[Drake's out buying some ... spackle ... to fix the holes in the wall of his hotel room ... when he spots a fresh feathered face in the crowd]

Hey there, stranger. Welcome to Pantropa. You just get here?

[takeittothebridge]

[He pauses mid-step at the voice and looks over.]

Yeah, thanks. Just got in a few hours ago.

[While he's never met Drake in his own world, he's heard about him and seen pictures of him enough to recognize him. But then he remembers Scrooge saying that this Drake was probably from a different world from their own.]

[terrorwhatflaps]

Has anyone given you the nickel tour yet, or the rundown? There's a lot, but there isn't, if that makes any sense at all, heh-heh.

[he offers a hand]

I'm Drake.

[takeittothebridge]

I've gotten the basics and a few places pointed out. But any extra information would be helpful.

[With a small smile, he shakes his hand.]

Bridge. Nice to meet you.