saltwaterlungs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
saltwaterlungs) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
come_sailaway2022-07-04 04:38 pm
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-04 04:38 pm
Entry tags:
- arknights: mizuki,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- mcu: steven grant,
- nier reincarnation: fio,
- our flag means death: lucius spriggs,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- shiki: natsuno yuuki,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- spartacus: war of the damned: kore
What the water wants is hurricanes,
CHARACTERS: Darcy, and you?
DATE: July, month-long
LOCATION: All over
SITUATION: A lot of truth-telling
WARNINGS: Standard warnings for Darcy with the risk for more specific parts of her history, ie eating disorders, institutionalization, murder, homophobia, more murder, etc.
A couple of parcels arrive for Darcy at the start of the month. An oddly heavy bag that she quickly works out contains a shapeshifting sword is the first one. The second is empty, and she sets aside the next day to weather the recurring symptoms of her death, harassing her friends into bringing in food so she doesn’t have to traumatize anyone by walking around.
The third is just a cool leather jacket and a decent pair of boots. It’s probably too warm for it, but Darcy runs cold anyway, and as if she’s not going to take the chance to preen in a sick leather jacket.
(Assume truth/lie effects for all prompts, the only change between the prompts is whether or not Darcy is aware the effects are happening)
Over the first week, Darcy can be found testing out her new powers with all the eagerness of a kid with a new toy. Any close CR might find their shadow suddenly staring at them with Darcy’s eyes as she tests out her new shadow form for pranks and shenanigans. Anyone can come across her utilizing her new wall-running ability to scale the ship and get places she isn’t meant to, or hanging by the pool and utilizing her new ability to turn to water.
The new bag with the odd sword in it is a source of some fascination to Darcy. For a decent portion of the first week, she can be found on the sports deck in her usual location, opening the bag and replacing the weapon within to see what else it turns into. Come get y’all sword fights.
It’s been two months now since Darcy’s seen rain. She tries not to think about how little the weather changes between the days as she makes her way outside to verify what she heard from her cabin. Actual rain, that to her knowledge isn’t acidic or made of tiny knives. The rain is oddly relieving. It’s a taste of normalcy from the usual endless summer days, and it cools the temperature down enough for her to be comfortable in her new leathers. Darcy doesn’t go more than an hour without touching water for the whole day, in between bouts of sitting outside in the rain, and subsequently will be compelled to truth for a solid twelve hours.
A couple of instances of regretting conversations after they happen is just par for the rest of Darcy’s existence, in her experience. Being too weirdly earnest sometimes, or coming up with some bullshit that probably seemed funny in the moment, remembering the conversation in hindsight differently to how it felt at the time. Darcy’s not the most eloquent person in existence, awkwardness is to be expected. But after the first day of rain, several consecutive hours of compelled truth-telling catches up with her, more than can be explained away easily. She doesn’t leave her room the next day. Darcy spends the rest of the month paranoid, avoiding the weekend rainfalls and, unless told specifically, failing to connect the bouts of compulsion with anything other than the rain.
(Wildcard/catch-all for any situations that arise as the month progresses)
DATE: July, month-long
LOCATION: All over
SITUATION: A lot of truth-telling
WARNINGS: Standard warnings for Darcy with the risk for more specific parts of her history, ie eating disorders, institutionalization, murder, homophobia, more murder, etc.
What the water wants is sun kiss (meta)
A couple of parcels arrive for Darcy at the start of the month. An oddly heavy bag that she quickly works out contains a shapeshifting sword is the first one. The second is empty, and she sets aside the next day to weather the recurring symptoms of her death, harassing her friends into bringing in food so she doesn’t have to traumatize anyone by walking around.
The third is just a cool leather jacket and a decent pair of boots. It’s probably too warm for it, but Darcy runs cold anyway, and as if she’s not going to take the chance to preen in a sick leather jacket.
(Assume truth/lie effects for all prompts, the only change between the prompts is whether or not Darcy is aware the effects are happening)
And land to run into and back.
Over the first week, Darcy can be found testing out her new powers with all the eagerness of a kid with a new toy. Any close CR might find their shadow suddenly staring at them with Darcy’s eyes as she tests out her new shadow form for pranks and shenanigans. Anyone can come across her utilizing her new wall-running ability to scale the ship and get places she isn’t meant to, or hanging by the pool and utilizing her new ability to turn to water.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
The new bag with the odd sword in it is a source of some fascination to Darcy. For a decent portion of the first week, she can be found on the sports deck in her usual location, opening the bag and replacing the weapon within to see what else it turns into. Come get y’all sword fights.
Reminding me to know I'm glad
It’s been two months now since Darcy’s seen rain. She tries not to think about how little the weather changes between the days as she makes her way outside to verify what she heard from her cabin. Actual rain, that to her knowledge isn’t acidic or made of tiny knives. The rain is oddly relieving. It’s a taste of normalcy from the usual endless summer days, and it cools the temperature down enough for her to be comfortable in her new leathers. Darcy doesn’t go more than an hour without touching water for the whole day, in between bouts of sitting outside in the rain, and subsequently will be compelled to truth for a solid twelve hours.
That I have a bottle filled with my own teeth.
A couple of instances of regretting conversations after they happen is just par for the rest of Darcy’s existence, in her experience. Being too weirdly earnest sometimes, or coming up with some bullshit that probably seemed funny in the moment, remembering the conversation in hindsight differently to how it felt at the time. Darcy’s not the most eloquent person in existence, awkwardness is to be expected. But after the first day of rain, several consecutive hours of compelled truth-telling catches up with her, more than can be explained away easily. She doesn’t leave her room the next day. Darcy spends the rest of the month paranoid, avoiding the weekend rainfalls and, unless told specifically, failing to connect the bouts of compulsion with anything other than the rain.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
(Wildcard/catch-all for any situations that arise as the month progresses)
no subject
He lifts his sword, watching Darcy closely.
Is it cool if we wrap up around here?
And she demonstrates the lunges, going as slow as he needs to get it.