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[6collegecredits]

Characters: Darcy and You!
Date: Throughout January
Location: Here, There and Everywhere
Situation: Various, Scenario Suggestions and Specific Starters below.
Warnings/Rating: Some drinking and fun having but nothing explicit.



a. Darcy has discovered the existence of the Brazen Turtle and as such was taking full advantage of its presence. She strolled into the establishment with ease and slid up to the bar. She ordered a serving of whatever was on tap, nothing fancy of fruity for her tonight. She had a smile for most everyone around and would gladly strike up conversation with anyone interested.

b. She'd been working for Stark Industries for several weeks and as such had collected a few paychecks. That could only mean one thing; shopping. She happily fluttered from shop to shop in the various markets, and after not too long had several bags full of purchases. But, due to the winter weather things were a bit icy. With all of her purchases Darcy missed a particularly icy patch and slipped. Her bags went flying to the ground, as does she. "Oh, damn it!" She seethed and quickly went after the fallen purchases.

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[washitaway]

"Sounds like quite a luxury," Booker offered after a moment's thought. It would have to be eaten right away on delivery, which would make the timing tricky, right???

Booker was easily confused about anything dated after World War One.

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"I guess so," Darcy replied. She realized that what was commonplace for her wasn't for everyone else she'd met there, but it was weird to consider something like fried clam strips as a luxury.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your world like? I mean, where you came from?"

[washitaway]

Booker furrowed his brows at the question, trying to work out a good way to answer. Not about Columbia - that, in his opinion, wasn't really his world, anyway.

His world was New York.

"Well, it's pretty normal, I guess," he started with a shrug. "A city called New York. There aren't any giant turtles, but there are a lot more people."

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"New York, huh? I've been there a few times."

She looks mildly interested in his answer. If he's from someplace like New York then time had to be the difference causing the gap in information between them.

"What was the year, though?"

[washitaway]

Booker huffed a little, somewhat from the effort of carrying, and somewhat in almost-amusement. He worked out pretty fast that most of the people here were from very, very different times. He'd seen glimpses of other times through tears, been taken to one of them, even. So he'd just been assuming most people he came across were from some of those other times, though very few had ever asked him directly about his year of origin.

"1912," he said briskly.

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Darcy gave a low whistle, impressed at the difference. "That's way before my time, then," she said. "This place must have taken a good time of adjustment, huh?"

Living on a turtle was enough to adjust to, let alone any of the advance technology if you weren't used to it.

[washitaway]

"I've seen stranger, trust me," Booker said with another little huff. "More worlds than this one. Most of 'em bad."

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"Oh really?" She smirked, looking intrigued. "Man, Jane would have a field day chatting with you then."

[washitaway]

"Probably not," Booker said with a sort of half-laugh, half-snort. "Maybe Elizabeth, if your friend wanted to actually learn something about it. The whole thing just gives me a headache."

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"She'd still be curious, trust me," Darcy said firmly. If there was one thing she knew it was that Jane would jump all over the chance to talk to people who travel to other dimensions, not matter how well they could explain it.

She shrugged. "But it's a moot point anyway. I guess she's home now."

[washitaway]

"Sorry to hear that," Booker said sincerely. For him, the thought of people going back to where they came from was bad -- something he feared for both himself and Elizabeth. But especially Elizabeth.

"Hopefully she's doin' all right," he added.

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Darcy bobbed her head in a nod. She didn't really want to think about it too much. It was better just to assume that Jane was back home, buried in her work.

"Yeah. I'm sure she's fine."

Darcy stopped. By then they had reached her suite. "Well, this is my stop."

[washitaway]

Booker glanced up at the suite, and nodded. "You wanna go in, and I'll hand the stuff up to you?" he offered.