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[distorts_space]

[Action, Myoudouin Dojo and surrounding areas, 3pm]

At seven AM, Parley had staggered in from her ten hour flight from London, dragged her various suitcases into the guest room they had leant her, and passed out on the bed for eight hours. Now, it's mid afternoon and she is awake once more. Time to explore her new home, and possibly even some of the surrounding neighborhoods. Surely nothing can go wrong on literally her first day in America!

[That evening, video.]


Parley is wearing a domino mask and a blue and grey uniform of some kind, and speaks with a bit of a British accent.

"Tadah! It's Mystery Lass!"

She gives the screen a self-effacing grin, "Okay, so it's a pretty lame name. I'm still working on it. But they gave me this neato communicator watch, so there's no way I could resist giving it a shot! Plus I slept all day after the plane ride and I'm kinda wired right now. Who else is out there?"

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[terrorwhatflaps]

[the video screen shows a workbench littered with wires, spare parts, and various appliances already gutted for parts. the self-sure voice she hears comes from somewhere out of view, along with the muffled hiss of a soldering iron]

A fellow nocturnal networker! ... You're right, the name does need work.

[a pause as he stops what he's working on to peer at the watch, still hidden from view]

Color scheme's a little bland, but the design's not bad.

[distorts_space]

I'm not nocturnal, Jus' jetlagged.

Don't be hatin' on my suit, though. It is stylish as heck.

[terrorwhatflaps]

Oh. [he can't help but sound a little disappointed, and comes back over to the workbench, wiping his hands on a rag.] Where'd you come from, then?

btw is he still a duck?

[distorts_space]

London.

oh very much so.

[terrorwhatflaps]

Ohhhh, yep. I've been there. Nice place. A little rainy, though. I know Derek Blunt, you know! [a pause] Not that anyone here probably even knows who he is.

Re: oh very much so.

[distorts_space]

[Don't ask it.

I mean it Parley.

Don't-]

Is Blunt also a duck?

[Dammit, Parley.]

[terrorwhatflaps]

[the question clearly blindsides him, and he blinks for a second]

No, he's, um. He's a goose, I think. Might be half-goose. I ... didn't really ask.

[you try not to when you're not sure if someone's a halfbreed. it's like asking someone if they're biracial]

[distorts_space]

I never met any goose people back home.

Or duck people, for that matter.

[terrorwhatflaps]

Back home probably isn't big on dimensional traveling devices, is it. [he sighs, looking dead-on into the watch camera]

I get the feeling I'm going to be explaining this a lot.

[distorts_space]

Well you gotta admit it's pretty unusual.

[terrorwhatflaps]

Only around here. Everyone's like this where I'm from. You humans are the ones who all look like mutants to me. [he shrugs]

So you new in town, or just visiting?

[distorts_space]

Both. Spending a year abroad to study.

[terrorwhatflaps]

Are there not a lot of heroes in London or something? Or do they just do stuff like stop tea thieves and keep supervillains from weaponizing the fog? Heh heh heh...

[distorts_space]

There's a lot more in the USA. I think there's just something in the American subconscious that screams for spandex and dramatic names.

[terrorwhatflaps]

The subconscious, huh? And here I thought it was something in the water. .... Well anyway. Ahem. Darkwing Duck, at'cher service.

[distorts_space]

So yer' an omegafriend?