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Scrooge McDuck ([personal profile] moneymatters) wrote in [community profile] aworldforusall2016-08-23 04:31 am

The worst of messes become successes

WHO: YOU! And.... a duck?
WHERE: Main Street for the most part, but other parts of Birchpointe
WHEN: Mid-autumn
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Either's fine!



[In a city populated by all manner of being both two-legged and four-legged, winged or horned, furred or scaled, or none of the above, you couldn't exactly say a frocked duck walking (waddling?) down the sidewalk was an out of place sight. Even if he carried a cane despite having quite the spring to his step.

It was an unusual sight though, not because of WHAT he is, but WHO he is. If you were familiar with that sort of thing, at least; most probably knew his name but not his face, unless you were all over the business magazines. And if you were you might be wondering what he is doing here (certainly some people were, judging by the turning heads every now and then to watch him go by).

But it's just as likely all you'd see is a dapper duck going down the sidewalk, spinning his cane on his elbow and humming some tune underneath his breath, looking around with the air of a tourist taking in fresh, bright, NEW sights. About the only notable thing he does at this point is stop at a line of newspaper machines, leaning on his cane quite jovially to read the headlines plastered across several of them.]


RUMORS FLY
SCHNEE CORP. TO BE BOUGHT OUT BY RIVAL?


THE END OF AN EMPIRE?
SCHNEE CORP. PRESIDENT AND CEO COMMENTS


DUELING BUSINESSES
SCHNEE AND MCDUCK AT ODDS OVER TERRITORY


[And so on. He rocks back and forth on his feet as he studies the papers, chuckling a little under his breath, oh how the media can dramatize things. Then, after a bit of thought, he digs into his coat and comes up with- whoa. That wallet's gotta be fatter than your everyday mall Santa. The duck pages through it, then closes it and looks around him. His eyes positively light up when he spots a discarded coin on the sidewalk nearby and he walks over to it, while tucking the wallet away.

The coin is retrieved, blown on, rubbed on his sleeve, and then stuck into the machine. Retrieving the paper he flipped it open and continued off down the sidewalk, keeping his cane resting over one elbow.

The rest of his day is spent browsing Birchpointe much as he had the paper, taking in sights like the elaborate fountain in the park, the restaurant district, the warehouses and docks, and all around anywhere that wasn't a private neighborhood. Whatever he's doing, he at least seems to like what he's seeing, a satisfied smile almost never leaving his face.

Yes. This will do indeed.]

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