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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

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"Oh," Scrooge said, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, Scottish accent as actually, naturally Scottish as it had ever been, Glomgold. "Nothing here I can't handle. Just an old blowhard with delusions of grandeur."

That accent was certainly giving Sidon pause as he eyed Vette very speculatively before his eyes darted momentarily to Mae and then back again.

"Oh?" he asked, not entirely sure what else to say at that point. "Do tell."

"Really, it ought to go without saying by now," Scrooge complained, pacing the floor as he spoke. "Whatever this one tells you, it's either a lie or a plot, lad. Don't fall for it. He's up to no good!"

On the regular, really.

Lad? Well, that, the accent, the pacing, and pretty much everything else about this situation had Sidon pretty convinced that either something strange was going on in the dorms as a whole, or Vette was the victim of a hungry, chompy gremlin. Naturally, he felt a bit of a surge of empathy for her current state of affairs, while at the same time, thinking that she at least didn't seem to have it as bad as...ahem...some had gotten in the past.

Still, he grinned a little before adopting a very serious face and he nodded. "I shall most certainly keep that in mind," he promised. "My gratitude for the words of warning. I shouldn't want to find myself wrapped up unexpectedly in any trouble or plot..."

"Ah, see, finally somebody with some sense."

Not 'cents,' though that seemed like the sort of half-baked joke that Glomgold over there would be all over.

"There's a good lad, then. Keep vigilant! Keep keen! And most important of all, keep an eye on him."

Scrooge came by his paranoia honestly, at least.

And Sidon, even when faced with his gremlin-bit girlfriend, was always a bit of a sucker for a rallying cry, and he nodded his head, trying not to grin too much. "Constant vigilance!" he agreed, pumping his fist. "Keeping keen! I shall try my best, of course! But, ahhh, and, truly, pardon my ignorance, but who might you be? From whom do I have the honor of taking such sage advice and wise words?"

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"Whuh- Me?" Scrooge started for a moment there, and then looked at Sidon and chuckled, as though trying to wrap his head around meeting anybody who didn't simply know him on sight. "Why, I'm none other than the one and only, greatest adventurer and richest duck in the world," suck it, Glomgold, "Scrooge McDuck."

He paused.

"Perhaps you've heard of me."

Sidon almost thought about admitting that, actually, no, he hadn't heard of him...but what fun would that be?

"By Hylia!" he declared, opening his arms with enthusiasm. "The Scrooge McDuck? Greatest adventurer and richest duck himself, in the...feathers?" It was a good thing Sidon was a natural grinner, because he was not going to be able to keep a straight face through this even if he tried. So he didn't, his usual brightness perhaps dialed up just a notch because of it. "Why, what an honor! Truly, I am humbled to be in the presence of such a distinguished personage. Are you currently in the pursuit of any particularly grand adventures, if I may ask?"

Ah, that was much more like it. Scrooge buffed his knuckles on his chest and looked maybe just a little bit smugly pleased.

"But of course. I always am. But," and now he leaned in a little, conspiratorially, "nothing I dare discuss around certain other," a nod toward Mae, "persons," another nod toward Mae, "IF you know what I mean."

Sidon followed the path of 'Scrooge''s nod, as subtly as he could, considering it was never his strongest attribute, and then gave a solemn nod back, as well as a wink. "I understand entirely," he assured him. "Though that is such a shame, as I can't help but be terribly curious. Perhaps even a little hint as to what it might entail?"

"Well..." A slow smile spread across Scrooge's bill. "Have you ever heard of Atlantis, lad?"

There was a pause.

"It's not that. I've already done that."

There. That was your hint. What it was not. Never could be too careful around Glomgold.

There was...definitely something about that name that caught Sidon's attention, though he couldn't entirely explain why, so his intrigue was piqued...and then brought crashing immediately right back down and he had to laugh a little, deciding to blame it on the fact that he just couldn't help being entirely captivated by Vette, especially a conspiratorial one, no matter who she might believe herself to be.

"Well, then," he said, "that's perfect! You can tell me more about this Atlantis thing instead, since you've already done that. Tales of past capers can be just as thrilling and exciting as tales of capers yet to come!"

You know, Scrooge was a very pragmatic sort of duck, but that didn't mean he was entirely immune to flattery. He considered the large lad who was goading him on, considered Glomgold over there across the room, and then gave a shrug of his shoulders, sauntering his way toward the sofa, rapping it a few times experimentally with his ~~wooden spoon~~ cane in case there were any traps, and depositing his feathery butt down into it.

"Well, I suppose one story can't hurt. It is quite the good one." A pause. "They're all good ones."

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"Naturally," said Sidon, marveling slightly as he wondered exactly what was going through Vette's brain right then, what she thought herself as, and how utterly encompassing it could be, from his own short spell under the influence of gremlin venom. "I would expect no less from such an accomplished adventurer such as yourself. I am terribly eager to hear it."

"And rightly so." Scrooge settled in, cleared his throat, and began. "Atlantis, the sunken city. A civilization that was once so obsessed with the pursuit of treasure and the creation of death traps that the entire city sank away into the sea. It's been lost to us all for aeons, impossible to reach... by most."

And a sly, slow grin for effect.

"It's a little-known fact that Atlantis can be reached, on the rare occasion when snow on the Drake Barrier Reef affects the ocean currents just enough to allow passage. Now, this trip, of course, was a family outing, showing my nephews, who were new to adventuring at the time, the ins and outs of the trade..."

He was going to go on like this for quite some time.

And Sidon, bless his squishy Zora heart, would have very much listened for as long as 'Scrooge' was likely to go on out of mere politeness if it wasn't for the fact that, sucker for stories that he was, he was actually genuinely very intrigued by the whole tale. A sunken, underwater city fabled for treasure and traps? Now that was a story he could really sink his teeth into.

He...did feel a little bit bad, though, that he was essentially leaving Vette to talk all that time in that strange accent she was adopting, wondering if it might wind up with an unfortunate strain on her vocal chords, but he supposed, if that were the case, he could make it up to her somehow later. Because her sitting there telling him this story of Atlantis also kept her...well...sitting there and not going out and winding up in some embarrassing situation she'll regret when she turned back to normal. Maybe she'd even turn back to normal in the duration of the story? Who knew? Either way, he felt a little bad, but not too bad about it, because this was really a good story and an effective way to keep her put while she was infected.

Though, really, Scrooge McDuck over here seemed relatively harmless so far.

"I must say," he offered when it seemed the story had come around to its natural conclusion, laughing slightly, "what an incredible adventure! And you're a marvelous storyteller, as well; why, it almost felt as though I were there myself! But I fear it has done nothing to assuage my desire to know more about your next caper. In fact, I quite believe it's only made my curiosity worse!"

"Well, you'll simply have to read about it in the news," Scrooge replied. "Or, at least, wait until certain other persons aren't present."

Glomgold was getting such a side-eye all over again.

He didn't trust that duck one bit.

"I shall keep my eyes faithfully trained on the headlines every day," Sidon vowed with a nod, and actually might have if it weren't for the fact that this was all farce, which was a little disappointing. He did now wonder if perhaps Vette, when she came back around, would actually remember the plot, and could still tell him about it afterwards.

What? It was probably really good!

But he knew he'd have no luck extracting the information now, and following yet another glare toward the equally bitten companion, he decided to change gears just slightly. "So....perhaps I may ask instead...what is the foundation for this...clear animosity for..." He dropped his voice a little lower for the impression of secrecy, "certain other persons?"

"Oh, it's nothing terribly worrisome," Scrooge replied, waving a dismissive hand. "Glomgold's had it in for me going back decades. Always trying to steal my fortune or interrupt my plans or ruin my reputation or have me murdered."

He rolled his eyes, as if to demonstrate how terribly inconvenient it all was.

Because, really, Glomgold was awful at it.

Clearly so, if Scrooge could be there with his obviously stellar and impressive reputation and not being murdered and everything.

Although now Sidon was eyeing Mae with more than a little concern, as he wondered if she should be the one he'd need to be watchful of until the blew over, because he would rather not have her go and try to make murderous attempts on his girlfriend all based on nothing more than a venom-produced hallucination.

"Mmm," the sound came out in a thoughtful grunt. "I see. I can understand why you might want to keep a little closed-lipped around such a person."

"Yes indeed," Scrooge agreed. "It's only pragmatic. And if there's one thing I pride myself on, it's my pragmatism."

A pause.

"And my vastly superior work ethic."

You didn't become the richest duck by being lazy, after all.

"Well, yes, of course," Sidon agreed easily enough, despite the new distraction, not even realizing he'd be echoing Scrooge's own thoughts as he noted, "I can't imagine anyone being able to claim such outstanding success without a superior work ethic."

One dime. One dime was all it took to start a duck down the path to greatness.

"If you ever meet somebody who manages it, let me know," Scrooge replied. "I'll show you somebody who isn't fated to remain great for long."

Judgy, Scrooge.

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