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

[sorryitasedyou]

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.]

Comments

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, especially when they can make lightning. [Although, she's not really sure how much of that is mew-mew and how much is Thor. There's a split-second temptation to curtsy but it'd just look really awkward - more awkward than the last time she did it.]

Nice to meet'cha. Sorry it has to be thanks to this BS. [Running a hand through her hair, she gives a nod and a sigh.] Yeah, they're from home. I don't really have to deal with HYDRA the way some of the others do, but I also don't really know how that might change in the future.

[Since they apparently make an awful comeback. She really didn't want to think about the people in her life possibly being HYDRA agents.]

[outofthebreach]

[ Now that mention has Brennan looking a little intrigued. ] By rune or by magic?

[ Admittedly, he knows of no mages that wander around wielding a hammer, but its an inconsistency enough with his own knowledge that has him curious. ]

More time magic, I take it? [ He makes a face of disgust. ] Yes, this place does seem to enjoy complicating things like that. With both the past and the future.

[sorryitasedyou]

Uh... By sheer willpower? I don't really know. You'd have to ask him for the deets, all I got is don't piss him off if you don't wanna be electrocuted.

[A beat.] It really does. Especially when time crap is already wonky back home. I don't need this place making a hard situation to follow harder. I can only keep track of so much.

[Seriously. There wasn't a sane way to keep track of everyone's abilities, time periods, and other crap in a legible excel spreadsheet. Just kinda had to wing it.]

[outofthebreach]

Usually a good thing to remember when dealing with anyone potentially dangerous. [ Brennan chuckles at her summary, even though his words are a mite hypocritical. He happens to excel at pissing dangerous people off, whether they can electrocute him or not. ]

I can sympathize. There's only a couple from my realm here, and while one comes from my own time, the other two are nearly a decade behind me in time. It makes for very strange conversations.

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, I could see how that might be tricky. Wonderland doesn't do much to help with that. It seems to like sending people home to live more of their life and then drag them back. Almost like they're prepping you for them being gone one day, or you know... They bring them back with absolutely no memories of this place.

[Which is almost more terrifying than never bringing them back. And then whoa whoa whoa schwat?]

A decade? Ho- Wh- That's one heck of a gap. I feel like there needs to be a Wonderland drinking game considering just how many crazy things apparently pop up here.