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shslretrogamer‌:

Orie slowly begins to stand up off the ground, noting the strange look that Darcy gave them, feeling of panic flaring up in their chest. Oh no, did the other think they were weird or something? Did they have something on their face? It was only when Darcy began to smile though that Orie felt better about the situation to a small degree, trying to shake those thoughts out of their head as to focus.  They then felt a sense of dread wash over them at hearing Darcy ask if they had tried ringing it, watching as the comedian pulled out her own phone… And asked for their number. This stranger was asking for their number and Orie could feel the unease building up in them, their stomach queasy. Darcy had been nice enough to offer help and didn’t seem like a bad person.. Though Orie had a hard time trusting others. Orie took a few deep breathes and worked through their seemingly irrational fear that if Darcy had their number, something bad would happen, wringing at their dress.  “M… My number… Um, it’s…81-906-594-6576. T-Thank you, really… I need it for work, so I c… Can’t exactly get a new one. My name’s Orie, if.. If you wanted to know.” 

Darcy gave her a grin and began to tap away at her phone, reciting the number to herself in a mumble. “Six, five, seven....six!” She put the phone up to her ear out of habit, only realizing a second after that no one would answer since the other had just lost it, chuckling at her own silliness. “Alright, let’s see if we can hear anything...”

...

There’s a faint ringing.

“Would’ya look at that! It’s still nearby.” She held onto her own phone just in case she needed to dial it again. “I’m Darcy! The pleasure’s all mine, Oreo-- shit, Orie. My bad.” The comedienne crouched down towards where the ringing was coming from...it was low to the ground, that was for sure.

“That was probably just m’stomach talking, sorry!”

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mxd-chxmist‌:

“You can rest easy on that. No matter how many things I have running or boiling or whatever, I’ve never mixed up things that shouldn’t be mixed.”

A… A lie. But not one that he was ever going to confess to. There was indeed one situation where Fawkes had made such a mistake. But confess that to a stranger? And bring back the memories that it had caused? Never. Ever. No, better to just be reassuring and smile, hide the pain.

And then find something to ease it later.

“Darcy is a cool name too yeah?” he quips, finishing up the ice tea and sliding it across the bench to her.  “And I’m glad you like my name! My little sister chose it!”

It was a nickname, after all.

“I’ll have to take yer word for it, then.”

It was a good thing the comedienne had good reflexes because if she hadn’t of whipped her hand fast enough to catch the beaker, it would’ve slid right off the table. Not that it would make much difference, seeing as the other has spilled far much worse in the past.

“Thanks! M’parents chose it for me.” She takes a sip of the ice tea. Refreshing. “Never heard of a sibling choosing someone’s name before, but hey, it is a pretty cool name. Your sister has good taste!”

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It was obvious that the poor figure was flustered beyond believe, wanting to step in and offer a hand since it looked like...well, they really needed it. Maybe it was a good thing Darcy forgot her lunch today? Usually on days like these she’d just grab a quick bite and drink from a nearby vending machine, which just so happened to be where she spotted the panicking person.

“Oh! No wonder why yer worried...” Darcy gives a strange look before offering a smile, taking out her own phone. “No need to apologize! Now, what if we tried ringing it?” The comedienne brought up the number dialing screen before adding: “Do y’know yer number off by heart?”

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gentomologist‌:

   He realizes too late that he probably should’ve helped her out of the hole. He didn’t even think of it…! The girl may not have had any issues getting herself out, but Gonta still mentally scolds himself for that.

Eased a little by her reassurance, though, he gives a quiet nod. She seems quite upbeat about everything, at least.

“Gonta didn’t hear anything,” he confirms, fully aware that his fixation on finding insects is to blame. He hopes it won’t become too much of a problem later on, but it’s not always something he can help… “It’s dangerous to do that alone, isn’t it…? I hope you were careful!” She looks unharmed and certainly still alive, though, so part of him trusts that she was indeed careful. 

He sets his concerns aside for now, his attention returning to the particular patch of grass he was inspecting. “Well, Gonta was looking for bugs. It’s so strange that there aren’t any here… but Gonta’s the Ultimate Entomologist, so of course he’s going to keep looking!” Smiling now, he looks back to the girl–now that he’s given a sort-of-introduction, he realizes he’s yet to really meet her. “Ah, have you said what your title is yet? Gonta might’ve missed it.”

She was sure that all the banging and running about would be audible above ground, perhaps the other was hard of hearing? Either that or he was just that invested in...looking for bugs? Huh, can’t say the comedienne saw that coming, given the other’s larger stature.

It was kinda, a little, adorable.

“Not a scratch on me!” Bruises however...that was an entirely different story, but decided against telling him in fear of causing any unnecessary worry. “I take it yer name is Gonta, then? I’m also gonna assume that Entomologist is the proper word fer people that study insects.” It wasn’t a word she’d often come across, after all.

“I’m what y’call a comedienne! Or comedian, whichever tickles yer fancy.” She decides to stay on her knees, absentmindedly helping the other’s search for bugs. “The name’s Darcy Quinn, but just Darcy is fine with me! It’s nice to meetcha, Gonta...even if the circumstances may be a bit wacko.”

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centuriesretold‌:

     Kohaku raises her head and looks to Darcy Quinn with dawning realization. That’s why she looked familiar. She was right. It was a good thing that she was or else this would be incredibly awkward. Even more awkward. “So you are…” she muses quietly to herself before speaking up. “Yes, it does. My name is Akimoto Kohaku and my brother is a fan of yours. He’s shown me a few of your skits. You’re very clever with your words.”

     Souta’s humor definitely wasn’t always her humor—far from it. He was obsessed with memes and sent them to her daily with only a few hitting the mark, found it hilarious to tell her she was only attracted to dead people (Samurai Were The Peak Of Mankind, Souta), and laughed over teasing the shit out of her in front of others and calling her a nerd. 

     Puns were nice, though. They shared that… wait, would Souta want an autograph? No, he could just do that himself. She’ll tell him about her later.

     “Please, don’t allow me to keep you. I was only curious.”

It was always nice to find fans of hers whenever she was out and about and this was no exception, smiling down at the girl before realizing she should probably sit down herself, so that the other wouldn’t have to crank her neck up just to talk to her.

“I mean, if ya don’t mind...” Darcy plops herself down on the ground before pulling out a bottle of water. “I could use a bit of a rest, been tryin’ to walk more ‘nd it’s harder than it looks!” She laughs, taking a gracious gulp before screwing the cap back on.

“Should probably get some better work out shoes when I have the time...oh, but did y’want anythin’? For yer brother, I mean...I might have a pen on m’somewhere, but I’m not sure about paper.”

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“Oh, geez....” The first words to come out of the comedienne’s mouth until continuing. “Sorry, ma’am! Just wonderin’ how I can assist yerself, given yer situation.” She took her chances and took a few steps closer before throwing off her jacket, as if to offer it to the unfortunate woman.

“Yer too soaked for it to be a simple water balloon fight, so maybe it was the ‘ol bucket-of-water-on-top-of-a-door trick kids do these days, but either way--”

She holds her jacket out.

“I don’t carry around towels with me, unfortunately, but given m'bigger stature I think this’ll do the same job.”

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“oi, what the fuck are you staring at?!” the strawberry blond aggressively snaps at the nearest poor soul in the vicinity, stance cocked in a rowdy-sharp manner. she’s angry & sopping wet after being the target of one of the purple gremlin’s lame ass pranks, & miu wasn’t in the mood for chatting up a stranger. 

she looked like a frazzled cat that just got rained on. fuck her life.

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jc-in-blunderland‌:

“Long walk or not, it’s not like we’ve got any pressing engagements. Far as I can tell.” JC smirks back. “It ain’t like there’s a schedule posted, ya know? If we’re supposed to be doing so and so or whatever, the school should have let us know.”

“That said…” She pauses, scowling. “… they also should have had something in place to prevent things like the camera bear from happening. Ugh. Yeah, let’s hit the supply deck, Darcironi and Cheese. Maybe we’ll run into whatever we’re supposed to be doing while we’re out there.”

“Just lookin’ out fer us, is all.” A chuckle. “Seriously though, if yer feelin’ tired ‘nd need to rest? Just holler at me to slow down.” She did tend to walk on ahead at times so it was best that she let JC know that she could stop her whenever.

“Darcironi and Cheese...I like that.” The comedienne nodded in agreement. “I like that a lot.” They both walked at a leisurely pace towards where the warehouse would be, albeit a little cautious. “Then let’s get movin’, PB&JC sandwich!”

Not in Kansas Anymore [RP with Jc-in-blunderland]

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mxd-chxmist‌:

“Only a couple?” he laughs at that, gesturing to the number of stains, burns, odd coloured surfaces and melted substances forever cemented to the lab bench.

“Oh.. I’d say one or two things might have been knocked over every now and again!”

Fawkes only glanced a little as the girl sat down, just to be sure she didn’t sit in anything that was dangerous. For once the seat was clean, he hadn’t been using it as additional table space today, and he was able to continue with his work. In doing so he got out a set of clean beakers, a cannister of tea leaves and a bunsen. He’d have ice tea ready in no time.

“By the way,” he remembers. “The name is Fawkes yeah? Fawkes Catesby. What do I call you?”

“Just as long as y’don’t confuse it with yer ice teas or lemonades, I think yer grand!” Unless you wanted a giant, burning whole in your stomach by all means, go ahead.

Darcy absentmindedly watched him as he prepared the drinks, amused at the fact he was going to be using beakers instead of regular cups for the ice tea, not at all bothered.

“Oh, sorry!” She chuckles. “The name’s Darcy Quinn, but just Darcy is fine.” She sticks a hand out for him to shake. “Nice to meetcha, Fawkes! I have to say, that’s a pretty rockin’ name y’have.”

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mxd-chxmist‌:

Ohhh she was good, the way she came back so quick with that pun definitely put a smile on Fawkes’ lips. Now he was impressed. Making sure that the stranger hadn’t stepped in any of his puddles of corrosive acid, he carefully made his way over to join her, not minding himself that the liquid caused the thick rubber of his shoes to blister and fizz.

“It’s not lemonade or ice tea, though if you wanted some I could make you some,” he offered, gesturing to her to sit whilst he continued with his testing.

“But no. As of right now I’m working on something much bigger..”

He wasn’t sure of how much to explain, last thing he wanted was to make himself or her her upset, so instead he just smiled, letting himself watch the bubbles in his beaker instead.

“A lifelong project of mine.”

“If that’s the case, then some ice tea would be great - thanks!”

So the comedienne’s curiosity got her a free drink, what were the odds? Either way it was a real ego booster seeing the other student’s lips curve upward into a smile, no doubt from her one-liner.

Darcy of course, sat herself down as she watched the chemist do his thing, mimicking him as she too stared at the bubbles.

“Lifelong sure does sound like a pretty long project.” Ah, stating the obvious. “--But kudos to ya, man! ‘specially since yer workin’ around such dangerous chemicals...you’ve bound to at least spilled a couple, am I right?”

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jc-in-blunderland‌:

“It ain’t gonna clog it?” JC nervously looked over Darcy’s shoulder as she gave the decisive flush. “Gross as that spybear was, it’d be even grosser if we flood our, um. Base of operations.”

Once the fluffy weirdo bear was out of the picture, she started to look around the whole room. Never know what else might be hiding in those stalls. “Not for nothin? I hope it was only a perv. I’m starting to get a really, really bad feeling.” She sighs.

“Okay. Home base has been secured. Should we try and look for other students now, or something? Or maybe try and secure some other supplies?”

“...Hey, I’m only human.” She made her way out of the stall and beside JC. “Sometimes y’just gotta do before ya think!”

Terrible.

“Or if our luck’s really bad, it could very well be both! Not to..err, jinx us or anythin’.” Looks like Darcy felt how the situation was turning too, slight pessimistic wording dribbling out into her speech...get it together, girl! You’re suppose to keep ‘em smiling!

“Supplies, though? Warehouse.” She gave her a grin in attempt to bring up the mood. “I remember it was in a basement lookin’ area, which is pretty weird for a school, yeah? Think it was pretty close to the bathrooms too, so not much of a walk.”

Not in Kansas Anymore [RP with Jc-in-blunderland]

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jc-in-blunderland‌:

“It looks like someone who’s never seen or heard of a panda tried to design one. Creepy.” JC tries to pat down her unruly curls with her wet hands as she steps over to examine the bear. “Wonder what it’s doing here?”

As she steps closer, she wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not, but there seemed to be movement in the thing’s left eye. Almost like….

“Ewwww. Darcy. It’s got a camera in it! I bet some pervert set this thing up!!”

The comedienne immediately spun around upon hearing the other’s exclamation before walking up to this franksteined-to-hell bear, eyebrows furrowing as she grabbed it.

“Shit belongs in the goddamn toilet.” Darcy speaks, entering one of the stalls only to drop the teddybear into the toilet before flushing it down.

“Feels nice to ruin a perverted boy’s hopes ‘n dreams with just a single flush of a toilet.”

Not in Kansas Anymore [RP with Jc-in-blunderland]

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rotarzt‌:

        “I know a lot, yeah,” Akako sets the book she had in her hands down. “I’m actually… the Super High School Level Doctor, so I probably know more than anyone here.” Sliding the chair she was sitting in back, she stands up and listens to the stranger’s problem.

        “Ah, a bowel problem… so you’re after a stool softener? Actually… if it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, maybe it would be best if you described a little more. Like your diet. Because depending on what you can tell me, I can better judge if you need a stool softener or a laxative. They’re different and do different things. You’re saying nothing’s coming out, so it sounds more like constipation…”

        Turning away from this new patient, Akako heads over to the medicine counter, browsing what the school had in stock. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose slightly, she picks out a couple of bottles while waiting for a response.

“Lucky fer me then, huh?” She was glad at least someone here knew what they were doing and actually cared about remedying whatever ailment the stranger had, it was pretty refreshing for the comedienne.

“Oh, I eat a lotta different stuff! Liiike...” She begins to list them off of her fingers. “Vegetables, meats that are mostly chicken and beef, rice, fish...and the odd sweet thing, here and there.”

Darcy wasn’t really particularly picky with anything, loving to try whatever new foods were out there given the chance...she regularly thanked the Gods she wasn’t allergic to any, too.

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jc-in-blunderland‌:

JC groans as she follows Darcy in. “I love Halloween, but they wouldn’t do it this early. Everyone’s still in plain ol’ ‘back to school’ mode. Well. Maybe not so much here. Doesn’t the school year start in the spring, here? Overseas transfers are the woooooorst.” Whining. Yes. Whining is always productive. Make it happen, JC.

She gives her reflection a disappointed grimace. “And your hair’s fine. Mine looks like it should have birds sleeping in it.” She sticks out her tongue, and turns on the sink to start washing her face. As she raises her head, though, she notices something unusual in the mirror.

“Hey, Darcy? Someone left a teddy bear sitting on one of the toilets. Ugly little thing.”

“I’m still tryin’ to get used to that m’self, I still think it’s pretty weird-” Darcy stopped in front of one of the large mirror beside JC. “Either that or I’m just not used t’spring bein’ the back-to-school month...then again, who really knows?” She looked over towards the other with a grin. “If a school bolts their windows with huge hunks of metal, who’s to say they don’t even start in December, of all months?”

The comedian actually had a point there. Shocker.

“Nothin’ wrong with birds.” Darcy splashed some cold water on her fair before drying it, then fixing up her hair. “I’ll try be quiet as to not wake ‘em u--”

“Oh, that is pretty ugly...even for me.” Was it some sort of prop to scare them? It didn’t look too threatening...but underneath these circumstances it was quite strange to come across.

Not in Kansas Anymore [RP with Jc-in-blunderland]

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shsl-catastrophe‌:

Piper was in the middle of another bite, again, and she couldn’t help but giggle into her rice at Darcy’s reaction, her laughter contagious. She had to be careful not to choke. 

“Pffhah!! Man, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I was pulling a face…” She made a mental note to never take up poker, if she was really that transparent. “But I’m telling the truth. It really aint bad, see?” 

Another bite, this time with a bit of octopus-shaped sausage. She really was hungry… 

When she was ready to talk again, she twirled the fork between her fingers as she spoke. “Welllllll, I dunno if I’m much of a cook really… I know like, some real basic stuff. Lots of pasta stuff, because it’s cheap, and you can feed a lot of people…” She paused. “Nah, the really good stuff is from my grandmother. When I’m not cooking, she is, and she’s way better than I am. Maybe I know some Romanian recipes, but I wouldn’t do any of them justice.” 

“….. Hey, is it weird to ask where you’re from? Darcy isn’t a very Japanese name.” 

Darcy pursed her lips, eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Reeaally? Then you wouldn’t mind me cookin’ for ya’ seven days a week?” A simple jest, but she actually did feel a sense of pride whenever Piper admitted that the food wasn’t  bad at all.

A victory for the comedienne.

“Y’can never go wrong with pasta!” Except if you forget to add the water, like somebody here. “Whether it’s pasta, a bowl of gruel, or whatever, I still think it’d be fun tryin’ out yer food! Kinda makes me feel like Guy Fierri, in a way.” She held the bento up and dragged clumps of rice into her mouth with the chopsticks, getting impatient with herself. “Romanian food, too! I’d love to try some...God, I love food.”

“--Not rude at all though!” Darcy swallowed her food, continuing. “I’m actually from Ireland which probably explains m’name, yeah? I’m curious m’self about...well, yerself.”

“Where ya from? What’s yer favourite colour? Animal? Yoga position?”