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STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]

The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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[The voice might be slightly different, but it's still his. Scrooge (A) turns slightly to Scrooge (B).]

Well, now you have. And maybe now that you're here, I can finally get some peace and quiet.

[He's absently massaging his bad leg. As pretty as the fireworks are, he can't stop thinking about everything that's happened since he got here.]

[God in Heaven, why can't people just leave him be?]

Perhaps. I know when I was alone those twenty years- [Twenty?] -all I wanted was peace and quiet.

[A snort.]

I wouldn't count on it here, though.

Well, I suppose that just means that I'll have to avoid town during this blasted festivals, won't I?

[He gives his "twin" a tired-yet-wary look.]

Or are you here to lecture me, too?

I expect you've heard plenty already.

[Noting that he didn't say "No." ...He didn't say "Yes" either, true, but he seems to be trying to draw him out.]

I have. Largely from people who have no idea what they're talkin' about but believe they have the authority to tell me how to run my life.

If you're here to give me more of the same, I'd suggest you shove off. I want to be left alone.

I've no intention o' trying to tell you how to run your life.

But, satisfy my curiosity. [He's plotting something...] What would you do if I didn't leave?

If you didn't talk to me and just watched the fireworks, nothing. [This isn't his property. And as long as he was left alone, he'd be satisfied.] If not, then I have an empty lemonade bottle to throw at you for starters.

[He turns his gaze back towards contemplating the explosions in the sky, praying the other him will take a hint. He's too tired to fight right now. Oh, he will if he has to, but he's just...tired.]

Fair enough.

[He sees he's tired. He knows that tiredness; hell, feeling some of it is what'd brought him here in the first place. The old aches, the old failures, and the new ones that were so much worse. Louie and Bridge had both briefed him on the conversations with his more bitter self, and he had completely expected them to keep pushing. They always had with him, and it had worked.

But he knew himself, too. And that constant pressure wasn't the way to get in. Oh, it would work eventually, of that there was little doubt. And just as he knew they'd start, so too did he know that neither one of them would leave this one alone, even if they hadn't told him as much. But, in measuring him up to his own standards, and seeing him as he was now, pushing would do nothing but harden that wall.

That didn't mean he wouldn't say something, though.]

But I doubt you'll be able to be alone forever.

[And he turned on his heel, putting a few more paces between them. He wasn't leaving entirely, but that was more that crowdedness of the area kept him from doing so. A patch still in eyesight of the other Scrooge was available, in case A wanted to "bitter old man" at his other still technically being here. But at the moment the conversation was over, and there were fireworks to watch.

Besides, so far as this? Scrooge had seen what he needed to see.]

As long as I don't have to deal with anyone more than is a necessary evil, I'll be satisfied.

[He takes a bite from his cheese, not offering any of his meal to his twin. His mind isn't on the fireworks, not entirely.]

[Twenty years...did that mean that this Scrooge was from the future he should've had before he came here? Bah. Didn't matter. Duckburg is far behind him and so are the people in it.]

[He half-glanced up, and considered not answering. But then, the other had initiated the reply.]

That may be harder than you think in a town like this.

[A bit of a snort. Hmm. He wondered...]

There'll be no glacier-choked valleys to hide away in.

[He scowls.]

I wasn't hiding there.

[And you both know it.]

[He dismissed that with a wave of his hand.]

Maybe not specifically, no. But regardless o' the truth of the matter it still makes my point. There doesn't seem to be any isolation short o' digging straight down to the bowels of those Mines I've been hearin' about.

[Noting that he was also chafing under the close quarters, and maybe if they were on friendlier terms he'd admit that. Hell, the other may even guess at it by the look on his face. But he's had to swallow bitter pills before.]

And if I know my nephews- [Plural. Interesting.] -they'd find you even if there were.

[So what is this, then? Conversation? A warning? Or still probing him for information?]

Nothing a shotgun and a guard dog won't fix.

[At the nephews comment, Scrooge B will see the feathers on the back of Scrooge A's neck fluff up a bit.]

Well, they don't need to harass me anymore now that their Scrooge McDuck is here. They can go diving in your pockets and stop trying to convince me that I'm something I'm not.

[And shifting position to put more space between the two of them.]

Edited (Took out part of it.) 2018-06-17 04:02 (UTC)

They don't dive into my pockets anymore than they plan on divin' into yours.

[Yeah, he sees that fluff-up, and he sees the shift, but he chooses to ignore it.]

They work for me, rather than being layabout fools like Gladstone. They earn their living, and they've no handouts from Scrooge McDuck.

Really? You adopt your employees then? Odd habit to take up. I'm certain that won't cause any problems at all when the inevitable happens.

One nephew got foisted on me when he was little, 'long with his two brothers, when Donald needed to take care o' his own work for a while. 'Twasn't 'til he grew up that he decided that he'd work under the McDuck umbrella.

The other started working for me a couple o' years ago when his father- a prior business associate of mine -died, and his mother wasn't in the picture. Nor was she anything to write home about at the time, anyway.

Either way I've seen in them both more than enough to know they'd never beg for beggin's sake, because I've taught them better than that.

[A humorless smirk.]

Besides, I've got- [He paused, but only because this was something he was completely unsure of. His... extended age was due to his own mistake, right? Would that have been repeated in another world entirely?] -o'er 140 years of fighting every cheater, beggar, and deadbeat on the streets and I'm not so easy to monetarily manipulate, even to family.

140 and that deadbeat didn't run off, eh? Hmph. Guess you're not my future after all.

[Parallel world most likely.]

Though if you're hopin' for a round of applause at all that, you'll be waiting for a long time for it with no payoff. Neither of them seems to understand the word "no"

I've got no reason to embellish- [Did any Scrooge ever?] -and no reason to look for praise. I'm just tellin' you what it is.

And believe me, I've noticed that about them. It'll hurt them from time to time, but...

[A pause, to briefly mull over his words.]

It's brought others back from the brink, too.

Well, you're not going to be adding me to the success stories. I don't want or need saving from the brink.

[He adjusts himself, trying to get his bad leg to stop tormenting him for five bloody minutes.]

I know. I know that more than anyone else here.

But I'm also no' just talking about a simple edge of madness or anger. I'm referring to corruption, to dark magic- [He growled that word] -to lifesblood itself spilling out.

[If, and only if, Scrooge A were watching, he'd see B's eyes briefly twitch at that, like they wanted to close but the action were stopped before it got far. He shifted his grip on his cane, just changing his position a little. Nothing more.]

There's times when the inability to say no comes in handy. Something you might've known once, in days past- [He doesn't sling it as an insult, as he could; it's a statement of fact] -so it's not just defending them.

[Magic. Scrooge sneers at Scrooge B.]

Magic is like family that way: nothing but trouble. Nothing good ever comes out of it.

[As for why he thinks that way, he's not going to say, but you can bet money Magica has something to do with it.]

Not taking "no" for an answer is useful for business, but not in this case. They gain nothing by refusing to leave me alone. I'm not their Scrooge McDuck, and I never will be.

Besides, you're here now. There's no need to bother with me.

Edited (One last edit. I hope.) 2018-06-17 20:06 (UTC)

[His eyes seem to narrow a bit at the mention of magic, as if glaring at it himself, but he says no one way or another his own opinion on it.]

Then let's hope so. I'd hate tae think I'd taught them any worse than that.

[Respecting elders? Leaving well enough alone? Maybe more.]

[He gives a dismissive snort, letting Scrooge B know just how much he thinks those lessons paid off in the end. He'd been harried and harassed. Hardly respectful.]

[He lapses into silence, mindlessly eating items from the pail from time to time as he gazes sightlessly up at the fireworks. There's no moment of awe and appreciation as the colors explode upon the night sky.]

It's not my fault they mistook you for me at first.

[Yeah, he heard that snort, and he's going to read into it all he wants.]

Mistaking me for you is one thing. The problem is that rather than accept I wasn't you, they tried to make me you.

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