It's time for me to take some chances [Closed]

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Darcy and friends
DATE: Still January
LOCATION: Kitchen and Bobby B’s
SITUATION: Darcy makes some moves
WARNINGS: None yet

To burn it all to a billion ashes

[ To each of the following; Dimitri, Gwen, Erin, Okie, and Valdis, a text is sent.
Lunch?
I’m in the kitchen. ]

Stop playing dead

[ The core members of what can be loosely described as Team Captain also get texts. Skulduggery, Ava, Maximilien, and Peter.
Meeting at Bobby B’s
Bring anyone you trust.
When they arrive, Darcy’s already set up at a table, looking at her phone and smoking a weed cigarette, seemingly well enough to scrape herself back into some semblance of how she usually looks, in a suit jacket over a hoodie. ]

For one last time, I'm screaming out loud [exploration]

[ Darcy’s got one stop on their mind to prioritize for their own exploration; the crew cabins. Late one evening, upon making certain there’s nobody around and they aren’t being observed, they approach the bulkhead. ‘You could always go in’ is vague even for the Captain, but they have to wonder if they have some sort of… admin privileges equivalent for the ship. So they try to open the door as if they expect to be able to, casually as walking into their own room. ]

Comments

[redlightgreenlight]

[That does seem to be the common belief amongst the neutral and those firmly on the Captain's side. Well, Darcy doesn't seem to have murderous or ill intent, even if they are acting weird.

Besides, if Darcy did decide to try to kill her, maybe she could just like...skip the whole everyone else dying thing.]

If you insist.

[She steps up to take the spoon so she can try it.

It really does smell good.]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Fucking finally, Darcy hands over the spoon. The sauce tastes as good as it smells, rich and velvety and a bit astringent from the wine, but in a pleasant way. As soon as Valdis takes the spoon, Darcy doesn't back up, but instead lowers their voice as low as it can go without Valdis being unable to hear it entirely. ]

Ship's fucked. Captain suggested we hit this place with hammers until something falls out. You're one of the biggest hammers on the ship. He used your head in the waiting room so obviously he trusts you. So. Hit things with hammers. And keep it quiet.

[redlightgreenlight]

[Luckily Valdis has supernatural hearing, so she can hear it easily. Hammers. The one thing she might be able to strike at is any remaining ghosts on the ship. She'd asked Friday once if she could pull one out of the nothing, the woman hadn't said it was impossible, but had strongly encouraged her not to. But, if they are all going to die anyway.

She considers for a moment longer, savoring the sauce before replying just as quietly.]

I'm assuming you don't necessarily mean physically.

[saltwaterlungs]

Yeah, I mean it's meant to be a simple sauce anyway but it probably could use some herbs-

[ back to quiet, ]

I mean the guy is vaguer than Nostradamus, I don't know, but however you can. There has to be something here that's useful, that we can use when the worst happens.

[ Darcy steps away to go fuss at the spice rack, ] bay leaf? Maybe? I'm gonna be honest, I still don't really know what flavour bay leaves add but recipes keep calling for them, so.

[redlightgreenlight]

Maybe. They tend to add a more thyme or oregano flavor, but sometimes it can be reminiscent of pine. There's usually only a difference when simmered for a period of time. Supposedly adds depth.

[She steps up to examine the spice rack next to Darcy.]

I'll see what I can knock out with my necromancy. Friday seemed to think I could reach the ghosts if I tried. Though she did tell me not to.

[She goes back to the pot with a clean spoon to try another bit]

You could always ask Max what he thinks.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ A small nod of acknowledgement. If there's any residual ghosts left, it's time for them to make themselves useful. Darcy takes a bay leaf, because honestly it would take a lot to make this sauce taste bad anyway. ]

You want to invite him too? I was going to keep most of this for leftovers, so there's definitely enough for him to have some.

[ Little bit of extra plausible deniability. ]

Thanks.

[redlightgreenlight]

I'll shoot him a text.

[She pulls out her phone as if to do just that.]

I'll let you know what I find.

[saltwaterlungs]

And keep it quiet. Last thing we need is the entire ship tearing itself apart because everyone's trying to get a piece.

[ Darcy goes back to the stove, ] shouldn't be too much longer- you want to go set up a table out in Stellar?

[redlightgreenlight]

Fair enough.

[That means no Crichton for sure, but she can't exactly go poking at ghosts on her own, so she'll have to find someone who won't tell another soul.]

Yeah, I'll go do that. See you in a few.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ A small wave. That's the important part over, the rest can be a nice pleasant lunch. ]