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Test Drive Meme - February!

February Test Drive Meme!

Welcome to ~~Alola~~Duckburg!

Life is like a hurricane! Here in, Duckburg! Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes! It’s a duck blur!

That’s right everyone in the Chase Team, you’ve finally arrived in the peaceful town of Duckburg! Here, you can actually rest, relax, and try to wind down a little. People, ducks, dogs, cats, and other animals of all kinds will show you around as you stay at the McDuck Hotel for a nominal fee paid for by the Crystal Cove Mayor Daniels. Speaking of which, Mayor Daniels would love to meet you all, as he’s a human from a neighboring WORLD. This world, in fact is a world which has basically become united due to a weird event that crossed over both worlds. Crystal Cove is accessible by the Cybergate.

Go Go Power Rangers

It seems like Crystal Cove is a strange place. Powered by Morph X, the power of the Morphin Grid, the Power Rangers are willing to receive the Ultra Riders and the people of Alola who they open a portal to shortly into the month. It’s a time for rest, relaxation and recovery while they prepare to defend all of their worlds from Glomgold who has managed to get back to his world, and secret himself into the world’s darker recesses.

Alola’s Homefront

Alola needs help once more, and that’s finally recovery. Real fun recovery and that means actually recovery! With the help given, Overwatch’s more legitimate members have thrown in their lot with the locals and have begun clean up. Those who stayed home will supervise their fellow new cast offs, and the people who can return to their world through the Cybergate will be visiting to bring food, supplies and repair crews.

Command Centers

I.Z.U. has begun earnestly running the center of travel. You can find I.Z.U. in multiple places in a physical body, working the place of the missing Tony Stark. Talking to her will give you an understanding of the role of the Ultra Rider role.

Ben and Betty Helping

Helping Ben and Betty out with their chores will always lighten the mood. You need to help them. Helping them out will always give you something in return. Maybe something interesting, and then suddenly your face is full of pie. Tasty pie. But pie.

Other Duckburg Related Locations

There’s more places to see in the Ducktales World! Spoonerville! Cape Suzette! St. Canard! You might be able to convince Scrooge or one of his kids to take you into a quest.

Power Ranger Locations

You could totally visit some “tubular” places. Do kids say tubular anymore? There’s amazing places in California for the Power Rangers to visit. A lot of strange things, weird places, old villains who might be having pie...

Action Prompt!

Duckburg is full of action! Lasers, Danger, Aeroplanes! Think of something insane!

Action Prompt #2!

Power Rangers is also full of fighting! There’s a lot to fight.

A Lot. To Fight.

Take a Nap

Seriously. Take a nap. In fancy smancy McDuck Hotel. You earned it.

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[STREETS OF DUCKBURG: WHEN SOMEONE IS WOUNDED]

It's only been a week. He doesn't know it, but it has.

For a week there's been no light, no sound, no motion, no ground. Edward's simply been left suspended in a featureless void, his own thoughts his only company. He's felt no hunger or thirst, nothing to keep him even the least bit occupied. Tangible suffering is almost desirable at this point; there's nothing else to feel. He doesn't even recognise the stinging of his throat from the many, many times he's made noise just to hear something. His brain tries to fill in the empty space with something, anything, haunting him with phantom sounds and ghosts of his past.

He is alone. He's lost the capacity to even feel numb. It's only been a week, and yet it's as if an eternity has gone by, and all memory of such familiar sensations is just out of reach.

And then something "opens," and Edward falls.

Suddenly he's overcome with those feelings he could hardly remember before. The wind whipping past his limbs is "cold," and gravity acting upon his very bones gives him "weight." He moves through the air too fast to breathe, but "breathe" he must do once again. He falls limply through the air, staring wondrously at the enormity of the blue sky above.

He hits the ground harmlessly, or at the very least it seems that something broke his fall somewhere along the way down. He lies in the middle of the sidewalk near a busy street in Duckburg, and for several moments he is motionless as even such a slight impact ripples through his body. Vehicles drive past on their own respective journeys, paying Edward no mind. He is insignificant to the workings of this world.

Everything hits him at once.

Stimuli assault his every sense like a sleeping bear freshly-awoken, even the slightest sensation so long-forgotten that it nauseates and terrifies him. The raucous thrum and screech of cars grind deep into his elongated ears, and beams of light extend into the ultraviolet, for his monstrous features seem to not have left him behind in Ryslig where they rightfully belong. His enhanced senses burn him alive.

And there, lying on that smooth pavement, experiencing the motion of life once again, Edward screams.

[THE HOSPITAL: IF YOU GIVE THEM TIME]

Eventually, he's taken into a hospital where he's processed like other Fallers before him and, once his circumstance is realised, given a less violent reintroduction to his senses. He's given a room to stay in for the time being, and it's kept quiet at all times. The lights are dimmed to keep from straining his sensitive eyes too strongly. There are objects on a bedside table and a desk by the wall for him to interact with, including strips of different fabrics, brushes, small instruments, noisemakers, paper and writing utensils, and even a radio. There's a television in the room as well, but he usually keeps it off. Any curious visitors will often find the Pooka picking gently at a hand harp with his claws, seeming to enjoy the sound. His ears perk at the sound of the opening door, his nose wiggling with the scent of this new person, and he waves softly in greeting.

[DUCKBURG STREETS... 2!: AND YOU GIVE THEM PATIENCE]

Of course, with time, Edward recovers enough to be sent on his way, directed to a number of spaces designated for Fallers to take up a more permanent residence. He's given a bag with some materials reiterating information about the state of the worlds and updates on the havoc wreaked by Glomgold in recent days, and he's allowed to leave with confidence that he can handle himself.

That said, being in such a new place without a guide isn't perhaps the best decision of his. As such, he's likely to ask for some help. "E-excuse me, are... Do you know this place?"

[IN THE NIGHT, SOMEWHERE: THEY WILL HEAL AND LOVE AGAIN]

Even when he's found a place to stay, Edward can't bring himself to sit still like he has since his arrival, and he makes special note of any parks or interesting landmarks he comes across on his journey to a welcoming doorstep. He slips out in the evening when traffic is least severe, the coolness of the night air brushing through his fur. He doubts many people will be out so late, expecting to be alone when he spreads his limbs out on a bed of grass over a hill. He breathes in that comforting scent of nature and thinks back to home. What he wouldn't give to return one day.

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost doesn't notice someone coming by, perhaps to join or even judge him. Regardless of the intent, he doesn't seem to mind. "Who woulda thought somewhere so loud could be so calm. It's nice, isn't it?"

[WILDCARD: hit me with whatever you've got!]

Donald looked like a native, though he certainly wasn't a native enough though he was blending in for the most part. At the question of the person, he nodded. "Seems to be Duckburg," he said with a general upturn of his eyebrow.

Donald wasn't a Faller, not by the general sense but he was also surprised to see someone changed by Magic or at least some kind of transformative power. "You're new here, right? Someone they call a Faller?"

That "seems to be" earns the duck a raise of the eyebrow as well, though Edward's features retain their general softness. He supposes this city has seen a great deal of chaos over the past several days; perhaps this fellow had been away from town for some time? What an unfortunate return if that's the case.

His ratlike tail flicks behind him. "Yeah," he answers gently. His ears are still awfully sensitive. "That's what people are calling me, so I guess thats what I am! I'm actually trying to find this place..." He unfolds a crudely-drawn map with some street directions and points to a circled building.

"They said this place was letting new folks stay here while they got their bearings. I think I might've taken a wrong turn somewhere."

He straightens up suddenly. "Oh! Sorry, you can call me Edward. What might I call you?"

Welcome to Duckburg

The Gummi Ship landed on the outskirts of the town as two forms made their way into the city. "Gwarsh that wasn't easy getting here," said Goofy, tilting his hat. "Don't suppose we could have made it out of our World now?"

"I'm guessing we did," said Donald as they reached the edge of the city limits. "Welcome to Duckburg... well that's a familiar sight."

"You don't suppose...?" ventured Goofy, gesturing to the vast Money Bin that stood far in the distance.

"I'll know it when I see it. Split up Goofy. We'll meet up in one hour. Keep on the Gummiphone. If Sora's in this world, we'll find him."

Action Prompt #1

Donald had decided that even if this world wasn't his own, it was full of danger. And as such, he had run into the bad side of town in his search and discovered a den of Beagle Boys.

Boy... did this take him back to the days of getting in trouble with Della.

"Well, well, if it isn't Donald Duck," remarked one of the Beagle Boys, a Beagle that he had no idea of the name of. "What's with the staff Duck? Trying to play costume party?"

The Beagles guffawed as Donald leveled a glare at the group.

"Enough talk! Let's truss up the duck and bring him to Ma! This'll brighten her day!" Shouted another as two of them lunged for him.

"Watera!" Exclaimed Donald, pointing his staff as a blast of water slammed into the pair like a torpedo, slamming them into the trash. "I ain't going nowhere with you bums!"

"He's got some kind of magic stick! Get him! But get the stick first!" Exclaimed the Beagle as they bum rushed the mage. Fists, gouts of flame, ice and water and thunder exploded across the junkyard as the entire place lit up.

"How rude! I really think you should---stop!"

These rude creatures, harassing a poor duck. A young woman stepped into the fray with her staff raised, a soft green glow coming from the tip before the beagles...slowed down, as if moving through molasses. Not what she was aiming for, but.

"It won't last long. Let's go!"

"Aerith!" Well he was glad to see her, no matter how far away they were from Radiant Garden. He would take this chance and Donald sprang to life, casting Cure on the fly as he charged out of the dust cloud.

"Boy am I glad to see you!" he quacked as he took off down the street towards the park with the woman. "I didn't think Cid would have sent you out of the World as well after Goofy and I looking for Sora! Is Yuffie or Leon with you?"

"...huh?"

He...knows her? But she doesn't remember...oh, right, run first, think later. She can go for quite a distance before she skids to a stop with the coast clear, leaning on her staff.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I know you. And Yuffie and Cid are my friends, but I haven't heard those other names before."

She lets out a low whistle, her small locks of hair flapping up in front of her. "Hm. What was your name? Maybe I'll remember..."

She couldn't have lost memories falling through, could she? That's something else to worry about.

Donald takes a moment to catch his breath and confirm that the Beagles hadn't picked up their trail before considering Aerith in front of her. Different dress, different way she carried herself... she seemed... oh.

"It's Donald Duck," he said with a smile. "I guess we haven't met before, but suffice to say it, I've met someone very similar to you in another World. I guess the World Order is shattered at this point with TWO Aeriths instead of one."

He offered his hand for her to shake. "Pleased to meet you!"

"Then it's my honor to meet you, Donald," she said with a slightly relieved smile. "They're really too quick to disrespect mages."

She dusted off her dress once her strength was recovered, though she still flopped onto a nearby ledge. "So...you're friends with someone who's a lot like me, huh? Does that...usually happen?"

"More than you possibly can imagine," admitted Donald, tilting his hat. "There's always a possibility of another world existing with people exactly like yourself but living different lives."

"Normally my job is to protect the World Order and not meddle in any affairs... but from what I've been seeing from simple exploring? This world's been preparing for an influx of arrivals from other worlds for quite some time." He let out a blustery grumble. "I hope Goofy isn't getting into any trouble."

[Snap-cut to Goofy in a grand adventure with Darkwing and Launchpad, snapcut back]

"... He'll be fine. I hope."

"Another friend of yours?"

Aerith smiles fondly. "I'll hope for him too. I haven't seen anyone I know around...but if there really is a big gathering from other worlds, maybe I'll see them soon, right?"

She glances up at the wide open sky. "So you were keeping a big secret for a while?"

"He and I came here together." said Donald. "I'm sure he's keeping out of trouble for the most part. Goofy's pretty good at keeping his head on straight."

Donald's lips twitched a little upwards. "Yeah, though come to think about it? It was the worst kept secret in the world. The World Order keeps getting shattered, and we try not to talk about it much."

He sighed a little deeply. "If people knew more about the World up there, just hanging out of reach, they'd try to reach it and cause a lot of problems for themselves. You know?"

Alola - Melemele Island

Arrival - Melemele Meadow

Bridget isn't sure where she is, beyond a large meadow filled with flowers, but that's fine. There's a trio of bloodsprings here - Io is looking out for her - and no Lost or Horrors. For the first time since she woke up, she can remove her purifier mask frame and store it with her other stuff and just relax.

If anyone has a reason to go to Melemele Meadow, they'll see a woman in a white bodysuit napping underneath a trio of strange, spiraling white trees, their branches heavy with a strangely translucent red fruit.

Action - Pokemon School

In the aftermath of the attack, strange plants have started growing all over Melemele - small, stringy white bushes. They don't appear to actually do anything, though, so they aren't a priority.

About two days after Bridget's arrival, however, the one closest to the Pokemon School spreads it branches and starts glowing before a glistening red mist rises out of its branches and coalesces into a woman. She looks around the area, taking in all the people - all the humans - around her, and she staggers as her eyes start to glow blood-red before she whips out a gasmask and slaps it over her nose and mouth. It takes a few more minutes for the glow to die down.

It seemed like the World Order in this world was... right through the shogi as they would say in some worlds. Almost everyone was a world traveler in this world and even the natives were well aware of the phenomenon of traveling through worlds.

When Bridget arrived in her red mist, Donald tilted his head as he wandered up with his ice cream. "Hello. Sure are a lot of people here in this place. Was that teleport?"

...um.

Bridget leans forward a little bit to stare Donald in the eyes, letting him get a good look at how her pupils are shaped like five-pointed stars.

"What...are you?"

"Donald Duck, I'm a duck," replied Donald, looking right back at Bridget as he took a bite of his sea salt ice cream. "You know that's the first time anyone's actually questioned me about that."

A pause.

"A duck is...a kind of bird, right? I think I've heard of those."

"There's no wildlife around in your world?"

From her get up, it would suggest otherwise.

Bridget purses her lips underneath her mask.

"Hm. There might be? Most of my memories from before I died are fuzzy, though."

"I'm always struck how different some places are." remarked Donald, pointedly dodging the fact that he's from another world entirely despite being clearly not from around here.

At the mention of dying, his eyebrows shot up to his tuff-line. "Did you lose your heart?"

Blink blink.

"...no? I don't really remember how I died, just what happened after I woke back up."

"I see..." So it wasn't the Heartless which meant she was from outside his World. Best not pry too much then.

"I suppose it's for the best we don't dwell on this further. I take it you're from another World then?"

"Oh, is that what happened?"

Bridget considers.

"...not the weirdest thing to happen, I suppose."

"Old hat for me. Though this is the first time for me outside my own World." admitted Donald.

"Not World-World, but World. This is the world Outside. And we're from another World-World, Goofy and I. If that makes any sense."

"No, but I'll take your word for it."

Pause to consider. Didn't he ask a question before all the tangents?

"Also, it's not really teleporting - mistles like this are all connected at their roots so I can just disperse my body into a fine mist and travel between them."

Donald stroked his bill thoughtfully, nodding.

"That's interesting. I'm surprised that they're interwoven like this in this world. Are they from your world then?"

Nod nod.

"I have an idea as to how it happened, but it's kind of personal."

"Ah. I won't pry then. Everyone's got their own hurt after all." Said Donald.

He glanced over to her face mask. "Are you able to eat ice cream with that on? Or do you need the breathing mask on all the time? The sea salt ice cream here is exceptional."

Pause.

"I'm mostly using it to filter out the smell of humans, honestly. I'd rather not trigger a frenzy in the middle of a city."

"I see. If you were to take a cooler into a place near the forest, would you be all right then to eat without it? The food is fairly good here." said Donald, offering.

"I hear there's a place that serves Pokemon and Humans. I'm sure that they could accommodate your needs if they have a Pokemon section."

"I don't really need to eat, but it does help ground me."

A pause to consider the second thing.

"...even without Miasma around, being in an enclosed space with a large group of humans would be extremely bad. If I ever got a taste of actual human blood my substitutes wouldn't work for me any more and I'd probably degenerate into a Lost."

Donald considered what she was saying, nodding. "That makes sense then, in context."

So a vampire in so many words. It would be cruel to judge just by appearances alone and she was doing a good job at keeping herself under control. And it seemed this world had a way to keep her fed.

"I have friends in other worlds who have been faced with dilemmas and I think you can find a solution to your needs as well here as well! I believe in you." He smiled. "Don't worry, a smile makes a journey even better."

"Some bloodsprings grew near my entry point, I'm set for blood substitutes. Human blood is just really addictive, so it's better not to risk it."

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Test Drive Meme - February!

Edward Atlus | OC, Ryslig CRAU

Duckburg Streets 2!

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Donald Duck | Kingdom Hearts (Spoilers for ReMind)

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Bridget O'Glory | Code Vein

Action - Pokemon School

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