Donna Troy Will Rise to Meet Tomorrow (risetomeetit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-11-20 16:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, donna troy (troia), natasha romanoff (black widow) |
Who: Donna and Natasha
What: Surviving a serial killer and getting involved
When: During the Halloween Plot
Where: Woodsboro
Warnings: Violence
Status: Log | Complete
To say that Donna wasn’t thrilled would be an understatement. She’d been working late at the photography studio when she must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing she knew, she was not in her studio or her condo, or anywhere that she knew. Attempts to call Dick or Kory or Winn or Raven? Nothing. It was like her phone was dead or there was no reception. Even that she couldn’t tell what was going on.
Changing into some very mid 1990s fashion choices, Donna grabbed her camera and sighed. Might as well try to get some sort of information. Wandering the streets of whatever neighborhood she was in, she managed to get a few good shots in before she made her way to a coffee shop. Which was rather informative. There had been a couple of murders and the gossip surrounding that, plus talk of a party thrown by high schoolers to celebrate school being closed.
Well. That was something to check out. The trick would be passing the time until the party where she could get her answers.
Natasha couldn’t really place when she was, or why, or how, but she knew well enough that things would probably go very badly. Murders? A party? on Halloween?
It was like a horror movie, which would actually be something new. She could have worn a costume this time!
But then, she’d have gotten blood on the costume after being stabbed by a guy in a ghoulish mask and that would just have made her day even worse.
She sagged against a wall and checked out her wound; it was bleeding through a little, she’d have to change it again.
Being in the 1990s meant dealing with 1990s cameras. Admittedly Donna always did like the process of developing her photos, of seeing them come to life as it were. But there were times where a digital camera was just more convenient. She still got good shots, she still had her different lenses, but she could see right away if a photo was good or not. If there was something worth keeping. Or in this case, things that would be good for her to know in her decision to investigate a high school party - where anyone could show up because 1990s high school party and no one paying actual attention.
Which was why she had found a makeshift darkroom and was going through the process of developing her photos where an eerie image began to appear. Someone in all black and a….was that a Ghostface mask?? Who had stabbed someone. Just as the image was beginning to come into view though, Donna finally got reception. Without checking to see who it was, she answered, figuring it was her ever paranoid best friend.
“Dick, I may have something for--”
“Hello, Donna, what’s your favorite scary movie?”
Eyes widening some, she spun because that voice came from behind her as well as through the phone and suddenly Ghostface was there and a knife came down into her shoulder. Wincing, she dodged the next blow - did her reflexes just get better or was it just adrenaline? She’d worry about that later because suddenly developer fluid was getting knocked onto the ground and onto her and a flame was being held up.
“Shit!”
Managing to get out before the makeshift darkroom went up in flames, the brunette looked around frantically for somewhere to collect herself. She needed to stop the bleeding. Or she could see the woman who’d been in the photograph she’d been developing up ahead. Okay. Safety in numbers, right?
Stumbling over, she dropped to her knees.
“Are you okay?”
Nat reached for a pistol that wasn’t actually on her person; surprisingly, no one wanted to sell a Russian woman a gun in the 90s.
Just don’t ask where she’d gotten the money.
But she relaxed slightly. She didn’t know Donna, but she knew of her from the network and her various portfolios of dreams that she’d built.
“About as okay as you look. Creep in a mask?”
Really, being covered in development fluid was not Donna’s idea of a good time. Or the pain in her shoulder. So she could only nod at Natasha’s comment.
“That would be the one.”
She looked...familiar.
“You were at Raven’s graduation.” Not like it mattered in the moment. But if she knew Raven then that meant she was from Orange County. Donna winced as she shifted. “Donna Troy.” Might as well get names out of the way. Something told her safety in numbers. Even if both were injured.
“Nat,” she replied, eyeing Donna’s wound. First order of business for both of them was first aid, then figuring out if they could stop this murderer. “And I was, we’re co-workers at the Agency.”
She glanced around. The Agency was far away, her cell phone was apparently too advanced to pick up signal, and she felt mildly powerfless. It was an uncomfortable feeling and one she meant to rectify.
Now, Donna struck her as the inquisitive sort, and it couldn’t hurt to compare notes, “Other than getting hurt, what have you noticed so far?”
That made sense. Mostly. She admittedly didn’t know much about the work Raven did but she had seen some talk of the Agency on the network since joining it earlier that month so there was that. Still, Donna was more focused on figuring out what was going on. And the injury in her shoulder.
“Well somehow we’re in the mid 1990s based on the fashion choices. The city of Woodsboro. I overheard some high schoolers talking about some murders happening and how it was the anniversary of someone’s murder but since school was cancelled they decided to have a halloween party. I got a shot of someone, probably you actually, getting stabbed. While I was developing the photo my phone actually rang and whomever it was knew my name and asked about my favorite scary movie. Said person being in the darkroom.”
And thus why she was not only stabbed, but covered in developer liquid and thus flammable. Definitely not a good feeling.
“First aid first,” Natasha said. “Then a change of clothing. Something tells me that party is going to be a bloodbath.”
She was inclined to try to help the kids, but she didn’t know exactly when they were or if there would be consequences for their actions.
But at least trying was the right thing to do.
First aid was definitely a good thing in her opinion. Because Natasha was right. No matter what was going on, there was obvious danger going on and a threat overhead. They’d been lucky. The high school kids? Donna wasn’t so sure that they would be.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
It wasn’t in Donna’s nature to leave people in need behind, to not help if she could. True, she had no idea what would happen if they did try to interfere, but she would never forgive herself if she didn’t at least try. She couldn’t even say it was dreaming of being Wonder Girl influencing her. It was very much a Donna Troy thing, something that seemed to be in the waking world as well as her Dreams.
Not super familiar with this area, Nat could still make some educated guesses. American Towns were all the same, anyway, at least when it came to things like pharmacies and stores. “There’s probably a drug store a few blocks away. They won’t notice any missing supplies until later. It’s for a good cause after all. I can sew us both up, and once we’re not bleeding all over the place we can see about stopping some murders.”
There were at least some things that could be relied upon no matter where they were. And as much as she would feel bad about essentially shoplifting, but it was sort of a necessity in that moment. And like Natasha said, they wouldn’t notice until later. And since they were trying to stop murders, well...it was an ethical dilemma to be pushed aside for later.
“Let’s go then.”
Mission Shoplifting went pretty well; bandages and sewing supplies and some alcohol for cleaning. Natasha took care of herself first, cleaning and washing the wound before sewing it up, then turned to Donna, “Be glad this wasn’t a bullet, or we’d have to get really well acquainted with tweezers.”
While Natasha took care of herself, Donna did her best to get the developing chemicals washed off. Which really was just drying herself off even if her clothing and hair remained drenched in the stuff. But she would just have to deal with it and avoid flames. Totally easy. She wasn’t sure what, if anything, had crossed over abilities wise from her Dreams and she really didn’t want to test it right then. “Sounds like you have experience with that.”
“In my former line of work it was a hazard,” Nat replied, then paused and shrugged. “Also my current line of work. And my own Dreams frequently led to bullet wounds.”
Honestly, she was pretty casual about the whole thing, but then she’d been bred for her work. In every world.
“Pretty sure my dreams made me more well adjusted, and I was friends with Thor.” She nodded at Donna and would proceed to sew her up as soon as she had the go ahead.
Right. Why not. If Donna could dream about being a teenaged superhero who was adopted by the Amazons and given their powers, why couldn’t Natasha’s dreams prepare her for this. So she just gave a small nod. “Got it.”
Then she was being sewn up which okay, not exactly a thrilling experience but somehow it felt like she wasn’t as injured as she should be and she wasn’t noticing it as much. So that was...something that she would think about later. Focus on the moment at hand. That was something that she could easily do.
Now that they weren’t going to bleed out, Nat thought they could focus on what they could do to help. If there even was anything they could do. Track and stop a serial killer, without getting killed themselves.
Sounded like a party. And speaking of, “Let's find that party. I can improvise a smoke bomb and force them to evacuate. With fire trucks and police there it could keep them safe.”
Donna really wasn’t looking to die anytime soon. Yes, there was a hole in her heart that was the shape of her son, the losses that had chased her to Orange County. But dying still wasn’t really an option even if she wished for one more moment of being able to hold him. So she would prefer that.
Yet she also couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while there was a serial killer who was killing teenagers.
“That should work.”
Should being the operative word.
“It’s better than sitting around doing nothing at any rate.”