Who: Darcie and OPEN
When: Around noon
Where: In the park
Darcie wasn't supposed to go out in the rain. Darcie didn't even like going out in the rain. Her element didn't like it when she was out there, but she hadn't seen any lighting. She hadn't seen any and she was
bored. Rodger had spent all the past two days at work, Zaviar was still mad at her for trying to bite Madeleine like she deserved and Darcie didn't have friends. She named the rats sometimes, but Rodger was getting better at keeping them out of the house so now she didn't get to play with them as much. She didn't much care for him doing that. What else was she supposed to have for an afternoon or midnight snack? He liked popcorn, but she preferred rats or mice and the way that they kicked and squirmed if she swallowed them when she was in her snakeform.
"Rain's not hurting me," it was a constant, repeated chant as she walked through the streets, eventually finding herself drawn into a crowd of people. And oh! Darcie's eyes actually lit up and she stared around herself in rapt attention. Parks weren't like this! Darcie's grasp on reality and sanity may have been tenuous at best and non-existent most of the time, but even she knew that flowers didn't look like that and surely berries didn't glitter. Yet these were. And people were eating them. Were they like blueberries? Raspberries? Blackberries? Darcie wasn't a terribly big fan of berries, she preferred her meat, but these were so pretty she couldn't help but catch a few between her fingers. The first she squished as she walked away from the people and settled beneath a tree, feeling a little better for not being rained on anymore, and the scent didn't make her cringe. Her senses were more amazing now than they'd ever been before Zaviar bit her and she trusted them as much as she did anything else in the world. Which was probably why she popped the next two berries into her mouth, relished the taste and swallowed them. That and it was Darcie and she was legitimately insane, she didn't need a good reason for any of the things that she did. There was a doctor's note all crumpled up in Rodger's file of important things that said that very thing.
Ten or yellow (it was an exact thought that Darcie had, yellow was a state of time now) minutes later she was stretched out on her back, staring up at her hand and completely mesmerized as she watched it shift through all the colors of the rainbow. She'd have been content to just lay there, enjoying the color show, if she hadn't seen a flash of movement. That snake part of her brain was still alert enough for her to throw herself at it without a single thought, fingers wrapping around it as she brought her mouth down to bite on... "Ew!" Darcie sputtered and released the leg that she had grabbed, rocking back on her heels to glare up at the owner. "You shouln't walk around with a foot that looks like a rat. No, no you shouldn't. It's bloody rude and you should be glad I didn't bite
right through your shoe!" She'd even brought her hand up, a single finger extended in a scolding motion, but said scolding was forgotten because her hand was shifting through the colors of the rainbow again.