( OPEN ) ; I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

[tremoring]

Who: Daisy Johnson + you! [open]
Where: Various places.
When: The duration of this week's event.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for starters. Will update if needed, however.
Summary: Daisy's attempt at surviving her very first event in Wonderland. (If anyone wants/needs anything specific that isn't included in this entry, you can hit up my plotting comment, which is located here.)
The Story:

{ APRIL 1st. }
Daisy has generally always been one to feel a lot. She has some trust issues, sure, but mostly when it comes to any mention of "home" or "family", but somehow through all of her life's issues, she's managed to keep a compassionate heart. Today she finds herself feeling too much. At some point in her day today, she's in the library, and it's during her hour here that she somehow starts thinking about dogs who didn't have homes and cried about it like it was one of those ASPCA commercials she'd seen on TV back in her home universe.

She's also in the kitchen, baking ... a lot. In fact, she's here for several hours -- most of the rest of the day -- baking vanilla cupcakes. What does she do with the tons of vanilla cupcakes she's made? She starts leaving one outside as many room doors as she can. That's right, Daisy has a lot of feelings about YOU, even if she's never met you, that you may be able to find a nice treat waiting for you. You may even see her placing the cupcake outside your door, if you catch her at the right moment.

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{ APRIL 2nd ; morning + mid-afternoon. }
The second day, Daisy knows she can turn off these emotions, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to know what it's like to not feel, even though her emotions are roller coaster of intensity as of the last day and a half. Maybe she'll even back out at some point.

At some point, she can be found in the gardens, crying again. Over how intensely she already misses her team back home; right now she feels like she's been away for years.

{ STILL APRIL 2nd ; late afternoon + evening. }
It's later that day when she's in her room (7th floor - room #24) when her motions have finally spazzed out enough that she notices her bed -- which she's sitting on -- staring to slightly shake. Her eyes look over to her bedside table, also shaking slightly. Her eyes dart over to everything in her room. Yep. All slightly shaking.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is bad." She gets up, panicked, tearing out of her room, teeth gritted and palms pressed up her face, near her temples. Her emotions have finally gotten to the point where they're so intense that the control of her powers is faltering. So, all she can do is run out of the mansion, so it doesn't come tumbling down. If you happen to notice slight tremors in your own rooms as she passes and tries to get out as quickly as possible, yes, it's her. Feel free to also catch her as she exits the mansion -- which, once she's out, her arms are back at her sides, kinda flailing, as she runs towards the forest.

She's going to need someone to stop her at any of these points to try to get her to find her chill again, and turn of her emotions so she can stop making the areas around her shake.

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{ APRIL 3rd. }
An emotionless Daisy is a Daisy who is closed off about personal things, doesn't care about you or your problems in life. Anyone can run into her in any open areas of the mansion, where she just kind of is ... there. Pretty much blank, seeming like the emptiness in her now is a relief.

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{ APRIL 4th ; post-event. }
Daisy survived ("survived") her first event in Wonderland, and she feels exhausted. Exhausted from the emotional swings, the weird feeling of being emotionless -- and the guilt. She hadn't brought the mansion down, but the idea that she could have, and easily, is one that weighs on her, and will.

Drinking is probably a terrible idea, but she could use a beer, so the fifth floor bar it is. She at least only limits herself to one, and takes her time with it. If anyone wants to sit with her, friend or stranger, she wouldn't say no.

She also goes for some time in the pool. She sits on the edge for a while, letting her legs dangle in the water, then hops in for actual swimming. She does a few laps, plays around with some pool toys just because. Anyone can join in here too.

Comments

1st

[circlejerked]

Anders is just about to leave his room and his foot comes about an inch away from stomping the sugary life out of the little pastry sitting outside of his door. He stops, blinking in surprise, boot paused over the cupcake.

"What are you doing there?" he wonders aloud.

He looks across the hall. Alistair's room is nearer the start of the corridor; there's an identical cupcake sitting outside his door. Anders looks to his right. The other rooms have cupcakes, too, and there, about ten doors down, is a woman just in the middle of setting one down in front of someone else's room.

"Hey!" he says, raising his voice to be heard. "Is this yours?"

[tremoring]

She turns at the sound of the voice, stopping her action of cupcake-delivery for a moment. "Yep!" She replies, both quickly and with quite a bit of cheer in her tone. "I made a bunch to give to people." It took so many hours, but she thinks it was worth it, to brighten (hopefully) peoples' days.

"It's a vanilla cupcake. Sooo now it's yours." And, bonus: it's not poisoned or whatever, if that's what he's wondering.

[circlejerked]

"You're giving them away?" he repeats in case he hadn't heard right the first time. "Do we know each other?"

It would seem to Anders that the only reason an attractive woman would be giving him a cupcake is if they were friends, or he'd saved her cat from a burning building or something. Or... yes, maybe he'd ticked her off and it's poisoned. Closing his door behind him, he steps out and picks the cupcake up.

"I don't know what I did to deserve one."

[tremoring]

"Basically just exist." She answers the statement about what he did to deserve one first, before the question of if they know each other.

"As for knowing each other, no, we don't. I'm kinda new here. Like a couple weeks or so new." She walks back over to where he is. "Hi, I'm Daisy Johnson." She extends a hand for him to shake if he wants, and offers a smile. Might as well introduce herself and fix that problem of not knowing one another.

[circlejerked]

Someone's giving him a treat for existing? Anders' eyebrows climb his forehead at her answer. "My existing usually warrants the opposite of celebration. I guess there's a first time for everything."

That's touching. Honestly touching, no sarcasm involved.

"Daisy Johnson," he repeats. He's smiling before he realizes it, a heartfelt smile that shakes the dust off unused muscles in his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Anders." He gladly shakes her hand with the one not holding the cupcake, smile growing in size and amusement.

"No one's ever just given me a cupcake before. I thought the person moving into a new place was supposed to be the one getting housewarming gifts, not the other way around."