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1. Road Trip
Wherever you're headed, it's an awfully long way to go crammed into your vehicle of choice (blue station wagon, Ratcatcher sidecar, Time Top, Thunderquack, Sun Chaser, Scrooge's limo...). Don't make whoever's driving turn this thing around!

2. If It Weren't For The Weather
Is it raining? Snowing? Random sandstorm caused by some nefarious FOWL device? Whatever it is, we're not going anywhere. Better find some way to pass the time. Solitaire? Board games? Indoor extreme racquetball?!

3. When There's Trouble
Are you a villain? DO YOUR WORST HERE.

4. You Call D.W.
Are you a hero? LET'S GET DANGEROUS.

5. That Pesky Secret Identity
Come one, come all, to whatever social function requires dragging to this time: neighborhood barbecue? School play? Community food drive? Birthday party? Coffee run?

6. Your Basic D.I.D
Feel like being saved? Put yourself in peril here.

7. I Meant To Do That
The "this random hero/villain just wrecked my car/house/food truck" scenario. Oops?

8. Should Have Taken That Left Turn At Albuquerque
Another dimension? Another time? Either you're suddenly in St. Canard or Duckburg, or someone from one of the two just landed beak-first in your purvue. This ought to be interesting.

9. Wild Card
What it says on the tin!

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[Drake had just managed to put the water on for coffee when the triple threat of doorbell, knock, and awful nickname occurred. He cringed sufficiently more with each sound, until his head was almost burrowed down into the fuzzy collar of his robe, and he cast a longing glance at the couch. he'd hoped the rain would have driven Fenton back to Duckburg, especially with Launchpad and Gosalyn delayed, but there was nothing for it now, was there? it was a dumb thing, wishing him to go out in the same conditions that were keeping his family away in Spoonerville. with a sigh, he rolled the kinks out of his neck and pushed through the swinging doors into the entryway to let Fenton in.]

Do'd led be breathe on you, I'b cobing down wid somefig.

[Fenton ducked inside immediately, to get out of the cold rain.] Ahhh, thanks, Drakearoonie. It's raining cats and...

[He trails off, eyes growing wide as Drake's words and state of being finally register to him. Dropping his suitcase and bag on the floor, he immediately goes into mother-hen-mode, and ushers Drake towards the couch.] Go sit down! Get comfy! You should be resting in that condition! When did it even hit you? [Drake hadn't looked sick before... Maybe it was one of those 24-hour-flu things that came up on you quickly, or something.] Where are your blankets? I'll go grab one. Wrap yourself up in it. You're in luck! I just picked up the perfect thing when I was out! Hot chicken noodle soup is the best thing for the common cold! You just stay there and get comfy, I'll have that soup whipped up for you in 10 minutes! ... Well, whisked up, not whipped. You don't whip soup. I'll be right back!

[And with that, Fenton dashed off, first grabbing his shopping bag to take it into the kitchen. Drake would be able to hear the cabinet doors opening and closing, as Fenton was looking for a pot, soup bowl and spoons. Then he was rushing upstairs, only to come back downstairs in the next second, poking his head back into the frontroom.] Where do you keep your blankets again? Got a favourite?

Edited 2019-10-01 08:14 (UTC)

Not ... loooong abder you lebt ... [he lied slowly, stretching the words out as he watched Fenton bustle around the house like an overwound clockwork. it was such a complete one-eighty from the way he'd come to think of Fenton: still overbearing, but not so recklessly selfish and assuming. no, this time it wasn't that he was there, would do what he liked, and damn the torpedoes - now he was there, and he was going to Make Drake Comfortable, and damn the torpedoes.

Drake was very glad he didn't have any torpedoes. at least not at the house. he sank onto the couch]

Linen closed's on the ride of the addig sdairs. Addy blanked's fide.

[oh snap]

Just uh - dod go in my bedroom badroom, oday? I need do clean id. Fulla gerbs.

[Fenton paused a moment to parse just what 'badroom' mean... then "aaahed" and nodded.] Okay, gotcha. Won't go into your room. Be right back! [He dashed back upstairs, and returned with his arms laden with a large, fluffy quilted comforter.] Found one! This looks really nice and fluffy, Drakearoonie! This should be plenty warm! You'll feel nice and toasty with this draped around you! [He attempted to drape it around Drake's shoulders, some of it spilling over onto his lap... Drake may want to take control here, and just take the whole thing from him.]

[Once that was settled, Fenton headed back towards the kitchen.] Okay! It'll take about 10 minutes for the soup to be ready. ... Are you allergic to oregano or chili flakes? [Dashing into the kitchen, Fenton began to prepare the soup, bringing the pot of water to a boil before dumping the contents of the package in, as well as shaking in a bit of the spices, if Drake said he didn't mind them. Giving it a quick whisk, he put the lid on the pot and set the burner to simmer. Noticing the kettle already prepped nearby, Fenton poked his head back into the frontroom.] You want coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

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