entrancelogs | [Open] Don't recognize the face in the mirror...

Who: Darcy Lewis and YOU
Where: All over
When: 08/28 - 09/02
Rating: PG-13 to be safe - will update as needed
Summary: Setting up safe spots, dealing with the whole HYDRA outbreak, attempting to keep above the hypothetical water.

The Story:

8/29 ◆ (Open) Setting Up Safe Spots

[After spending some time in Bucky's safe room, it's pretty apparent that she wouldn't be able to stay in there forever. There were things that needed to be done and not everyone had turned HYDRA. There were people here who didn't fight - she didn't want to leave them to have to fend for themselves.

She picks a few rooms and calls in a few favors, getting a little help from Castiel in keeping them quiet. Locations get sent off to Bucky so he could help direct people to them before she takes off on her own to try and spread the word quietly. It takes a little time, but she eventually manages to get 4 different rooms set up and secure with escapes should things get dangerous and the not-so proverbial shit hit the fan.

She may or may not also be taking down a few HYDRA posters here and there as she moves between the floors to check in and make sure the rooms were still in one piece. As she goes, there's a cautious scan of everyone she passes - making mental notes of features if she doesn't know them so she can relay the information. She may even cautiously stop here and there if it's someone she recognizes to try and get a feel if they're gonna try to kill her or not.

Not the best way to probably do it, but she was a little limited in options when they were all stuck here together anyways.]

8/30 - morning of 8/31 ◆ (Open) Around the Mansion

[Avoiding people trying to shove the still sane people into the chairs was at the top of her priority list. She'd been doing fairly well so far, if you didn't count the whole Billy thing. As much as she wanted to avoid going back up to the 7th floor and specifically to her room, it was a necessary evil. Yes, she could grab a few things for the dogs from the other closets, but she couldn't grab the already loaded laptop with the rest of the info that could come in handy for Bucky.

It meant moving cautiously throughout the mansion to the 7th floor, holding her breath and all but running to her room. She didn't want to stick around for long, but it seemed like the people that woke up with the HYDRA crazy juice flowing through their veins didn't remember anything of their time here. It was something that worked in her favor, or at least she was gonna look at it that way.

Once the few items were acquired, she made her way back through the mansion - trying to avoid going up since it would be harder to get out in case they decided to try and set it on fire or something ridiculous. Find a way to flush people out to figure out who was still themselves. Occasionally she circled through Bucky's saferoom to drop off the essentials before bouncing between the ones she'd set up.

At least until Steve tries to grab her on the 31st.]

9/1 ◆ (Closed) to John Blake

[Everything was falling apart, that much was for sure. They were getting to points of desperation that it wasn't absurd to drag someone kicking and screaming down the hall and that was not good. After her little run in yesterday, she needed to lay low - stay out of the way and off the radar as best she could. The people she cared about either didn't remember her or were a little busy trying to keep people from dying or dying themselves.

If she'd learned anything from her little lesson yesterday, no matter how hard she tried to play it safe... It wasn't always gonna work. So, rather than try to lay low somewhere and hide, she kept going with her plans. She needed to check in on the coffee shop, not actually expecting to find anyone there. She had to make sure it was still in one piece and hadn't turned into a HYDRA mansion base or something stupid. They weren't allowed to hog the caffeine.

Flipping on a few lights, she almost thinks for a moment that it's all okay - that she's gonna be on her own and able to get in and out without being noticed. At least she was feeling confident until she realized she wasn't alone. She wasn't sure if he'd been in here when she'd first arrived or if he slipped in while she was clearing out the small fridge of the cream that had gone bad... But he was here and that wasn't good. She scans the room from her spot behind the counter, trying to decide if she should even bother trying to make a break for the hidden door between the Avenger training room and the backroom of the coffee shop.]

Hey... Long time no see, I'd love to stick around and chat but I got big plans, so... Yeah.

[She gives a hint of an awkward laugh, hoping he hadn't had a chance to figure out more about their relationship or friendship or whatever it happened to be that day thanks to the mansion. She was already having a hard enough time with the idea of him being brainwashed. Eyes scan the counter behind the bar for a knife or anything she could use as a weapon - the moment when she wished they served more fruits and things that required cutting.]

9/2 ◆ (Open) Aftermath

[She'd done what she could to lay low after the second run-in with Steve and that mess with Blake. She hadn't seen Bucky in what feels like forever and everything's sore from a mixture of encounters and exhaustion. When she peeks her head out of the safe room she'd crashed in, there's an almost visible release of tension in her body. The posters were gone - things were going back to normal.

She shoots off a few texts to people to check in - letting them know she'd be around the 1st floor, not even sure where to start in helping with the healing process from this. Rather than head right to her room and faceplant in the bed for a week, she stops off at the beach after swinging through the basement out of habit. She needed to clear her head and just breathe for a second before heading back inside through the garden - clearly in no rush. What was the point of running around anymore like a chicken with her head chopped off when the storm had passed. That wasn't to say the hard part was over, but it was a lot easier to work on moving past it all when people weren't trying to brainwash and/or kill each other.

Rather than swing through Bucky's saferoom to grab her laptop, she slides her new phone into her back pocket before heading to the first floor to the room she'd set aside awhile ago to catch some much needed sleep. She'll respond to texts that come through eventually, inviting people to come down to her room on the 1st floor to chat rather than her room upstairs. A, it was closer to the kitchen, and B, she was way too frickin' tired to climb 7 flights right now.]

[ooc: if you want a specific starter, just let me know on plurk or through pm. I'll match style.]

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Hey.

[She pulls open the door, looking a little rough for wear. No point in leaving him out in the hallway, instead stepping back to let him in. Something had happened to Bucky, this whole place had basically gone to hell as of yesterday and now they were all stuck to stew in it.]

Make yourself comfortable.

[ The expression on her face doesn't surprise him, not with the events of the past few days. He's been quite troubled himself, worried about Henry and Regina, about everyone else and how much damage this brainwashing will do. Focusing on friends like Darcy and making sure they're...well, not necessarily all right but at least somewhat put together, makes him feel less adrift.

So he steps inside, a small smile on his face. ]

You look about as good as I feel. How are you holding up after...everything?

[She moved like everything hurt, favoring her right arm.] It actually hadn’t been too bad until the last few days. Seems like people stopped trying to be so cautious about their recruitment efforts.

[Between getting manhandled by Steve and almost brainwashed to dealing with Blake in the coffeshop, she was good for now. Those had been the two hardest to face, add on top of that the fact that Steve had hurt Bucky and they were all just in peachy shape.]

I think that was actually the first event from home for me. Figures it’d be a doozy.

[ The stiffness in her movements and the way she carries herself worries him. He's not a doctor by any means but he's not powerless to help, either. ]

How badly were your friends affected by all this?

[ He regrets not keeping tabs on everyone else better. But then he nods at her arm. ]

And you - are you hurt?

Well, Steve got hit and I don't think Bucky's okay since I'm pretty sure he's blaming himself for all of this. Haven't heard from Bruce or Thor... Maybe that's for the best right now.

[She hadn't had a chance to keep tabs on everyone from home - not when there were bigger things to worry about. Both Bruce and Thor were pretty indestructible, not everyone was so lucky.

Slightly lifting a hand, she tries to dismiss the concern, shaking her head.]

I'll be fine. Nothing's broken and it probably looks worse than it actually is. I didn't die and I didn't get brainwashed - that's what I'm focusing on right now. How're you? How did you make out in all of this?

Guilt is a difficult thing to let go of, unfortunately. I hope he's able to come to terms with it soon and know it's not his fault. [ He hopes that Henry lets go of his guilt as well, but it will take lots of time to heal.

Hearing her say that nothing is broken doesn't quite assure him but he won't press her on the point. If she says she's fine, he'll believe that. ]

I'm...relatively alright. My girlfriend's boy was affected, he's been going through a hard time lately as it is so he's feeling rather low. It was difficult to see him like that, so completely different from the kind boy I've always known. It could have been far worse, though.

We'll see. I dunno, I mean - it's weird. That whole thing was weird.

[And there's a confirmation of one of the fears she'd expressed to Bucky. That worry that it might reach out to some of the kids here. Her face falls a little, brows knitting in concern.] I'm sorry to hear that. It's hard seeing someone you care about getting hit by this mess.

[Like when Bucky had come back and was unrecognizable.] But at least it wasn't permanent, I mean... I wish this place hadn't thought that'd be a good thing to introduce here.

It is, but you understand and I know others here had to deal with the same thing.

[ He certainly agrees on that front, though. ] I wish this place would honestly cease with these events altogether, I've wearied of them. Though I know I'm not the only one holding that opinion.

[ He's trying to think of something, anything that might be of some comfort to her, however slight. ] Can I get you anything, anything you need?

I just wish they'd stop trying to get us to fix their problems. [Because honestly? The whole Jabberwocky and weird core thing was worse than some of the events. Although it probably had something to do with the memory theft that this crap kept happening.

She smiles softly at the offer, giving a shake of her head.]

Thanks but I don't even know what I need. I mean, yeah it'd be nice if this place chillaxed with the crap here. What about you? What you went through couldn't have been any easier.

[ He wishes that, too. He's tired of it, frankly, because he has enough of his own problems which is something he's sure nearly everyone else here agrees with. ]

I've been better, to be quite honest. At the moment I think I'd enjoy a large bottle of whisky more than anything else. [ He smirks a little. Darkly, but yet with an appreciation for their conversation. ] Beyond that...I'm not sure, either.

Well... [Oh boy does she get that.] I think I may be able to help on the booze front. [Give her a sec to delve into her stash, pulling out a rather nice bottle that was a gift from Loki during one of the events. Something she saves for special occasions. Depositing it on the table, she returns to the kitchenette to grab two glasses and a little container of ice.]

Help yourself.

Edited 2015-10-05 23:35 (UTC)

[ This is the sort of drink he never had in the Enchanted Forest and he's come to appreciate it quite a lot here. He's also needed it after many events, really. Not to too much excess, but it's a comfort at times.

Smiling softly, he puts some ice in a glass and pours himself a drink, nodding at her. ]

Thank you. This is quite the magical elixir, isn't it?

Somethin’ like that. Wish I had more positive reasons to break it out, but I have yet to find one here.

[She pours herself a glass after he's had a chance to tap into it, having almost forgotten for a moment that he was from another world completely - an aspect of which had claimed a chunk of her life for a solid second.]

Maybe that's something to work on, I dunno.

[ Both hands wrap around his glass and he retains that soft smile as he regards her. ]

We could toast to something positive, perhaps. To... [ He thinks, starting to venture into something that's perhaps overly complex. Keep it simple. ] To friends.

Well, there ya go.

[She'll happily take it, even give a little laugh in response as she lifts her glass up to offer it in a toast.]

To friends. [Best thing to cheeers to, really, around here. And friends were something growing a little more sparse over the past year and a half.]

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