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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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Still sitting at the bar of the Brazen Turtle, Darcy waved Julie over. They didn't know each other very well but she'd like the conversations they'd had so far and was more than happy to share a drink or two with her.

"Hey. Can I get you anything? Celebrate your newly returned eyesight?"

Darcy made her way to Donna's desk at the end of the latest work day. She wouldn't exactly call it a busy work day, but it was still work and Darcy was in the mood to unwind. Given her newly arrived status Darcy didn't exactly have many friends to hang out with, but she knew of some options.

"Hey."

Darcy rapped her fingers on the top of Donna's desk and grinned at her. "Hey. Do you have any plans for tonight?"

Julie had a new sketch pad in her hands. She wanted to draw at home but nothing was inspiring her so out to the Brazen Turtle she went. She was glad she did so. There were a few things she was having fun sketching.

The familiar voice was a good one to hear so she stopped, putting her pencil in the book before closing it. She already had a drink with her, mostly gone, so another wouldn't hurt.

"That's sweet of you. Sure. Why not?" She pointed behind the bar at a bottle with a foreign label on it. It was their cheapest and Julie's favorite.

"A shot of that. It tastes like funnel cake. Almost." It still had that alcoholic aftertaste but who cares?

"Almost funnel cake. Call me curious."

And with that she ordered two of the bottles, one for Julie and one for herself. As she took a sip, Darcy peeked curiously down at Julie's sketch pad. "You like to draw?"

"It's the alcohol aftertaste that makes it an almost." Julie's sipping at her own a moment later, watching Darcy before sliding over the sketchpad.

It's nothing exciting. The interior of what looks like a jet, only there's a mess of Stuff in it. All manner of stuff from dolls to books to snow globes and records. There are small sketches of places around town and a few of one Raleigh Becket. These ones have more detail, certainly more care is put into them.

"It's a hobby." A distraction. A thing to do when she's stressed or anxious or wants out of her own head for a moment. "One that's extended to my walls in my suite."

"I see what you mean," she replied, taking another sip. "About the taste, that is."

Darcy nods as she looks over the various sketches. It's admirable in her eyes because most of drawings she might do would be little more than stick figures. She points at one of the sketches of Raleigh. "This guy right here. He's someone on the turtle, right? I think I've seen him, but with more hair."

She glances up at Julie. "He's a friend of yours?"

"Crazy story about that guy. That one's named Raleigh Becket. He's my room-mate and boyfriend. The guy you met is most likely named Jax." Julie turned to look at the picture again before flipping through to one of Jax. Raleigh had more scars on his face, his expression slightly more haunted.

Meanwhile Jax probably looked as if he could swagger right off the page.

"They both sound exactly alike, along with the alarmingly identical appearances. Sure as shit threw me for a loop when I was blind and met Jax. I had no idea what was going on for a minute."

Darcy's eyes narrowed slightly at the story, but only because she wanted to make sure she understood it completely.

"So. They're still two different people that just happen to look the same? They're not two of the same person?"

Because that she's already come to terms with thanks to Thor.

Here's hoping that a lovely lady like Darcy hasn't been perched there too long without company before Jax gets there, because it takes him a bit to show at the Turtle for the night and a bit beyond that to see her. He grins, recognising her from the consoles, and makes his way over. A raise of his hand and an order of a beer comes as part and parcel to him taking the stool next to her. "And another for the lady," he adds with a nod to her drink.

"Why thank you." Darcy smiled, quite pleased with the free drink and the company that came with it. They'd only had one conversation, but it had been a nice one and Darcy wasn't blind. She wasn't about to shun and attractive man's attention, especially when it came with beer.

"Having an eventful evening?"

"S'alright," he says, shrugging it off nice and smooth. "Be a real shame to let a lady like you be all parched." When the drinks arrive, he holds his up towards her in an approximation of a toast.

"Been a quiet one 'til now. How's about we drink to it stayin' quiet so's we can get to know each other a bit more?"

"Sounds like a good thing to drink to if I ever heard one." Grinning, Darcy returned the toasting motion with her own drink and took a sip.

"So. How long have you been on the turtle here?"

"Coupla months now," he replies. The beer's smooth, but a bit weak; one of the risks of drinking here in Keeliai's that the alcohol's too strong. Seems like a bit of it's been tempered for the Foreigners, for all that he's gotten used to the kick. "Dropped in 'round September and been trying to make the grade ever since." He kicks up a shrug and takes another drink.

"You been here much longer than that?"

"It'll be two months in about a week, I think."

It's strange to think about, really. She'd be prepped for a certain level of weirdness thanks to working with Jane, but getting plucked out of your world to be stuck on the back of a giant turtle...it just wasn't something anyone get used to. Even after two months.

"I'm pretty disappointed with myself that it took me this long to find somewhere to get a drink."

That earns a chuckle and another drink out of his glass. "S'alright. Beats finding it after the anniversary, right?" Because then where would she celebrate being stranded here on this godforsaken turtle. Jax spends a few nights a week drinking about it himself, because it's screwier than shit.

"So, this turtle bullshit: You believe what they're sayin' about it?"

Booker DeWitt was many things - a thug, a murderer, a drunk, a burned-out husk of a man trying to regain some semblance of a happy life. But he was also, at heart, an Edwardian man with a certain level of ingrained social mores about, for instance, helping young ladies who slip on ice and drop their shopping all over the place.

So it couldn't come as too much of a surprise when he offered this particular young lady a hand. "Miss. Are you all right?"

"Depends on which parts we're talking about," Darcy replied after another swig. "Getting plucked from our worlds and dropped on the back of a giant turtle? Sure."

She'd seen and heard stranger things thanks to working with Jane, after all. If gods and myths can be real, and other worlds were definitely real, why couldn't this? Darcy could buy almost everything she'd learned about her temporary home except one thing.

"But that whole being possibly being dead thing? Not so much. I think I'd know if I were dead or not."

"Oh fine," Darcy replied grumpily. "Except for my perfectly bruised ego."

Slowly, she sat up. She glanced at the offered hand, and the owner of said hand, then shrugged. Reaching out she took his hand and used it as leverage to get back on her feet. "Thanks. Sorry you had to see that."

Booker raised his eyebrows slightly, and shrugged. "No need to apologize for an accident. They happen, especially in weather like this."

Being a man of few words, that was a pretty big speech for him, and instead of saying anything else, he started helping her gather her things up. "It'll be good to get to warmer places again."

"I'm usually moderately more graceful than that, honest."

Personally, Darcy would be fine with a rock to hide under, but she settles for collecting her things. "Does it do that?" she asked. "I mean, go to more tropical locations. I kind of get here mid-winter weather."

"We all have our moments," Booker said dismissively.

"It got cold not long after I showed up. I think the turtle just... went somewhere cold. Hopefully it'll be goin' somewhere warmer again soon," he said helpfully, offering her one of her dropped packages back. "It was a bit of a shock, since it had been July when I left... where I came from."

Well, sort of. Long story.

"We still had a month or two before the winter weather really kicked in where I came from," Darcy replied as she took the packages. She didn't have anything against winter, but some warning might have been nice.

"I'm just lucky I have a friend here that's too nice for his own good, and got me this coat."

"Coats are pretty easy to come by - I think they've still got vouchers available. Locals're giving them away," Booker pointed out.

"Elizabeth makes knitted things, too, if you need other things. Gloves, scarves, hats."

As a matter of fact, most of what Booker was wearing right this very moment were things Elizabeth had made for him - brightly colored, somewhat mismatched, but definitely quite warm.

She had noticed that. The mismatched knitted kind of stood out. It was sweet, in a way.

"Is Elizabeth your girlfriend?" she asked curiously. She couldn't help asking, really. Guys that looked like him did not go around wearing brightly colored knitwear unless someone they cared about made it. At least in Darcy's experience.

"No," he said wearily. He'd long since worked out the implications of the term 'girlfriend' despite the fact that it wasn't really a word where he came from. But enough people around here used it that he picked up on it pretty fast.

And then got sick of being asked that pretty fast, too.

"She's... more like my daughter, okay?" He knew she didn't like that comparison, but it was still the most apt one he'd found.

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