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Darcy is only half listening to you. JSYK. (halflistening) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-01-24 23:51:00

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January 25th, 2020

Steve Rogers & Darcy Lewis
"Like an elevator, we go up, and we go down..."

The Villa | G

Darcy liked being useful. She liked having things to do that were worthwhile... So in that respect, this weird ass villain explosion or whatever it was kind of a blessing? It was weird to think about because it was bad, it was awful, it was not something she liked, like, at all. But the only benefit to it she could see was that she was helping people in a way she hadn't since arriving in Goodland. She liked her jobs, both of them, but they didn't exactly do much to tick that "be a benefit to humanity" box.

So she focused on being able to do that. She helped where she could. And right then, the best place to help was in the conference room. So she organized. She bossed volunteers around. She made sure anyone coming in from the cold wanting to warm up had the best cup of coffee she could make. And she waited. Darcy couldn't fight the way some of the others could. She was great with computers, but there were others who were better, so she stayed out of their way. She wasn't even the best at sciencing, whatever that might be... But she was great at taking care of people. So that's what she was going to do.

That day, her way of taking care of people was by shoving a couple of the casseroles that Vanya and Karen had put together earlier in the week into an oven and, once they were nice and bubbling, hauling them down to the conference room so they could be kept warm on the chafing dishes and be ready for whomever came looking for food. What she had forgotten to consider, however, was that they were both hot and heavy and she was on the second floor. Normally she'd take the stairs (gotta get those steps in), but there was no way she'd be able to balance everything and navigate stairs, so that option was out and using the elevator was in.

She managed to pad both her arms so she wasn't horrifically burned after carrying the way too flimsy aluminum baking dishes full of things that smelled amazing, but that left her needing to use her elbow to hit the button to call the elevator to her floor. And even with the padding she'd devised (towels. She was using towels), she could feel the heat starting to make its way through to her skin.

"Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Please hurry up. PLEASE."

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_onyourleft_
2020-01-25 08:18 am UTC (link)

Being made to sit still was not something Steve was good at. Being made to sit still when there were so many people still in danger was even harder. He knew that first day he couldn't have argued with anyone, let alone Bucky. But by now he was feeling good enough that staying in bed or on the couch was more than he could stand. He had a few hours there after Diana had come back for him that were a bit of a blur in his memory, probably thanks to the knock he'd taken to the head. There was barely any evidence of that left now, though. And he could tell from the general lack of pain that the broken ribs were pretty much taken care of.

That didn't mean convincing his friend he wasn't going to get into trouble just seeing what help they could use down in the conference room had been easy. Getting out of the apartment and being on his feet felt good, though. Even if he was only walking down four flights of stairs.

He reached the second floor in time to see Darcy struggling with two large baking dishes which were obviously too hot for her to be carrying, given the way she was swearing. He lifted the trays from her arms once he'd reached her. "Bite off a little more than you could chew, Darcy?" He teased.

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halflistening
2020-01-26 12:25 am UTC (link)

Darcy was dancing by the time Steve showed up and rescued her from her bad decisions. "More often than I should probably admit to," she laughed, fanning her arms. The skin was definitely pink, but nowhere near the danger zone of fiery red. "But in this situation specifically... Yes, I absolutely did. Thank you for saving me from myself."

It took her a second, but she eventually remembered the way that Steve had been returned to the Villa just a few days before. It wasn't good. "Whoa, wait a sec. Should you be carrying that? Because I seem to remember you being on death's door, like... pretty recently." She blinked, giving him a once over. "You don't look like you were recently on death's door, but I definitely remember injuries being present."

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_onyourleft_
2020-01-26 08:47 am UTC (link)

That answer wasn't at all expected, and he couldn't have stopped the laugh if he tried. "I admire the honesty." It didn't look like she'd done any real damage with the trays, but he was glad he'd shown up when he had.

"Huh?" He asked fairly unintelligently, before realising in the exact next moment what she was talking about. "Oh, no. I'm fine. I heal fast," he explained. "Bucky's still hovering, but I'll be good as new in a day or two." And Bucky wouldn't be Bucky if he didn't worry more than was necessary. He hadn't realised anyone had particularly noticed when Diana had brought him back.

"I was actually getting pretty sick of all the sitting around. Thought I'd come down and see how I could help for a while." Battles weren't just fought by soldiers, after all.

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halflistening
2020-01-28 02:14 am UTC (link)

"I am nothing if not honest," she grinned. "Except if it's going to be super funny. That's like, the only time I will be dishonest." And, really, that was the only time it would be worth it to her to come up with some crazy ass lie.

She gave him a skeptical look, but decided to take him at face value. He knew himself better than she did, after all... And lots of people around here seemed to heal fast. "If you're sure you're okay," she said, "we can definitely use an extra set of hands. But fast healing or not, I better not see you, like... lifting a Buick off a puppy or anything. Bucky would probably give me a disappointed look or something and I don't have enough forks to deal with that right now."

It struck Darcy then that Steve might not get the reference- which she doubted was an uncommon occurrence for him, all things considered, but that didn't mean she had to go and make it worse. The elevator arrived just as she started to question him on it. "Have you heard of the Spoon Theory? Because the Fork Theory is kind of like that, only it measures the number of fucks you have to give on any given day." She entered the elevator car and held her hand against one side of the opened door, ensuring it didn't close on him. He was carrying her casseroles, after all. It would be rude to let them close in his face.

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_onyourleft_
2020-01-31 04:18 am UTC (link)

"I think different rules apply if humour is involved." Not that he could manage to lie convincingly, even if he was making a joke. There was a reason he wasn't a poker player.

"I'm good," he assured in the face of her skepticism. "But no lifting Buicks, I promise. I've had about as much as I can stand of disappointed looks from him the last few days not to want any more." He hadn't heard of either theory, but he admittedly liked the simplicity behind it. Then again, he generally judged that kind of thing based on the people around him, rather than on himself.

"I hadn't. But I can see how you might be low on forks right now." This had all been going on for longer than any of them should have had to handle. He stepped into the elevator with her, the doors closing behind him. "And I'm more than happy to help out where ever you need me."

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halflistening
2020-02-01 09:24 am UTC (link)

"Exactly," she grinned. "I knew you'd get it. This is why we have a long and hopefully hilarious friendship ahead of us." It made her a little sad to think of all the things she remembered but he didn't... like Ultimate Frisbee, for one. But it was fine. She'd wooed him into being in her Harem of Heroes before. She'd do it again. Plus it just meant she could admire his arms more. She was only human.

She pushed the button for the Lobby and then reached over and patted his muscly shoulder. "You... are a god-send, Steve Rogers. Because I am so low on forks. Like, I think all I have left are a handful of those little wimpy fish forks left." She hooked her fingers at him, like deranged bunny ears. "You know the two-prongers? They're basically useless." It didn't take long for her to start chuckling at the visual she was providing, trying to keep speaking through it all. "Which is my very long-winded way of saying I can definitely find things for you to do that won't make Bucky give either of us the grumpy face."

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_onyourleft_
2020-02-01 09:34 am UTC (link)

He knew she'd been friends with him before. Or another version of himself, anyway. Which never seemed less strange. But he could easily enough see why. She was funny and had a sharp wit. That and he could tell how much she wanted to help people here in whatever capacity she could. He appreciated that.

"No one could blame you for that right now." And he was going to say more, about how this had been going on for days and days now, but then she was making little bunny ears with her fingers and he couldn't help but laugh, his grip nearly slipping on the pans for a second before he righted them. "I haven't had much call for them myself, but I'm sure they serve their purpose." And he couldn't even manage to say that with any kind of straight face. "It's hard to say what will make him sulk on any given day, but we'll just have to risk it." He wasn't exactly a gourmet cook, but then he had lived through a depression. He knew how to make food stretch, if it came to that. Though really, he meant it when he said he was happy to help in any way it was needed.

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