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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.

Comments

[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."

[6collegecredits]

"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.

[6collegecredits]

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.