Accidental Video - Backdated To Mother's Day

[sos_pilot]

Type: Video
Sender ID: perfpilot (Della Duck)
To: Public
Subject: missing another mother's day
Warnings: Sads!


[ The feed turns on abruptly, with the image jostling - as Della had violently thrown the device on her bed and not realized it turned on. Everyone is treated to her yelling mid-rant, as she kicks furniture and stomps about, pulling at her hair. ]

- Missed it AGAIN, and this time, it's not even MY FAULT! How is that FAIR?! Haven't I done enough? Why can't I just... why? Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?! Am I just not... allowed to be with them? In any world? In any universe? Why? Why? I... I just...

[ Her voice breaks, and she sits on her bed, burying her face in her hands. After a moment, she shuffles, and pulls out a piece of paper from her jacket. From this angle, it's difficult to tell, but it could be a drawing of three little duck boys. She runs her fingers down the image, and then begins singing softly.

Fair to say a good number of people here know Della as an adventure-loving nutjob. But here and now, her voice is filled with genuine love. ]

Look to the stars, my darling baby boys,
Life is strange and vast,
Filled with wonders and joys,
Face each new sun with eyes clear and true,
Unafraid of the unknown...
Because I'll face it all, with you...

[ Then, out of the corner of her eye - which may be tearing up - she spots the device. And can guess what happened. ]

... Aw, phooey.

[ With a swallow, she reaches over, and weakly smiles. ]

... So. Uh. Anyone know any good jokes?

[ ooc: if you'd like to tag della but not interested in something this depressing, feel free to hit me up for a quest-starter! ]

Comments

[telepathicignorance]

He must've been pretty desperate to betray you all like that.

(Desperation. They know what that feels like... though foing nothing as their friends--they don't have a family--are attacked by monstrous humans is something they find themself hoping is beyond them.

They're too soft.)

[sos_pilot]

[ She doesn't like the word "betrayal" in that context, clearly frowning, but doesn't press it for now. ]

He's changed since then, become more confident in himself, and speaks out more about what he wants... he's even decided to go sailing around the world. He got himself a beautiful girlfriend, and adopted some clone-kiddos!

[telepathicignorance]

(They raise an eyebrow at that.)

Clone kiddos?

[sos_pilot]

Oh, THAT is another wayyy more longer and complicated story. The short version is, clone-kids of our housekeeper's granddaughter who herself actually turned out to be a clone of my uncle.

[ She's just gunna let that sink in for a minute as she grabs another pastry. ]

They had nowhere to go and no family, so Donald pretty much said, "my kids now."

[telepathicignorance]

(They make a ...well, it's an expression alright. They also set their pastry down.

Sounds like these clones were allowed to grow naturally. And develop their own identities.)

Huh. (And since they're supposed to be coming up with a weird story of their own... they try to think of a good one.)