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come_sailaway2024-01-21 11:46 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2024-01-21 11:46 am
It's time for me to take some chances [Closed]
CHARACTERS: Darcy and friends
DATE: Still January
LOCATION: Kitchen and Bobby B’s
SITUATION: Darcy makes some moves
WARNINGS: None yet
[ To each of the following; Dimitri, Gwen, Erin, Okie, and Valdis, a text is sent.
[ The core members of what can be loosely described as Team Captain also get texts. Skulduggery, Ava, Maximilien, and Peter.
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
Re: Burn It All
Yes, and Darcy knows it. The kitchen is rich and resplendent with one of the best smells on earth; French onion soup, simmering away on the stovetop.
"Help me cut up some onions? I'm making a second batch to freeze," and sure enough the cutting board is set up with a good handful of extra onions and a knife. Not one of Darcy's good knives, let's not get crazy.
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Her Mantle is still guttering, and wet.
Erin takes her position. She's not cutting fast, but she cuts well; she has to feel carefully, not daring to trust the blindfold with her fingers, Aura or not. "...I am honored. I know you take hospitality seriously."
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Yeah that's on Darcy they should've planned for a set-up that doesn't require the blind girl to handle a knife. But. Whatever, she's doing it, and Darcy leans on the countertop next to her.
"Not like I'm going to be able to eat it all myself," their appetite has barely returned, anyway, "I need your help."
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It has to be the actual end of the fucking world if Darcy is asking Erin's help.
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Right into,
"I have word from the top. Place is going under. We're scuttling it. Taking what parts we can get. Said to hit it with hammers until something falls out."
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Erin stops that sentence. Slides onions into a bowl Very Carefully while she gathers her thoughts. "No, you're sure. And the big man doesn't tell lies. Hammers...when I bashed in the wall to the cheese store, the hole went to the door."