Who: Darcy Lewis What: Return of the Darcy....to Lawrence. Where: Cemetery/Graveyard to a wifi hotspot in town. When: April 2nd in the afternoon. Rating: PG? Warnings: Thor 2 spoilers! Status: Complete.
This was it. Darcy was going to die. She was going to die at the hands of a Dark Elf invader. And it was all Jane's fault; if she hadn't made the circle that was getting transported elsewhere so wide Darcy might have been standing in relative safety still. She hadn't even been that close to the action because she hadn't wanted to get hurt! That obviously had to be remedied....not. She really wished that she were elsewhere, honestly. All she could think about now, as she moved to squeeze her eyes shut, is if her friend would actually miss her? Would she just replace her with Ian? Would she have someone to tell her when her gizmos started to go crazy and scream? What would happen to her? There were too many questions, questions that Darcy didn't like.
The other thoughts she had had nothing to do with her life, the one that she had managed to settle back into. The other thoughts that hit her were much heavier than that. She thought about him....about Loki. Thor had said his brother was dead. Despite knowing that he wasn't the same Loki that she knew there was still a part of her that felt incredibly sad inside. She couldn't help but think about the person that she had gotten to know so intimately. Her Loki had been so ashamed to see what he had done; he had felt so guilty and it had eaten at him. The Loki that was dead wasn't him, he was one that had gone down the wrong path because he hadn't been given the same chances. He was gone, no chance of redemption now, period....even if he never would have attempted it and not that there were many others that thought he was capable of redemption at this point. He probably wasn't, but the memory of her Loki was enough to cause a pain in her chest. Was he still there? Was he handling the loss okay? She hoped that he was. She hoped that he still had the friends that they had made. She hoped that he hadn't regressed...and she hoped that he never found out what happened to her.
Maybe she'd see him in whatever sort of afterlife there was; there was always hope that she could cling to in these last moments.
Nothing hit her, however. She didn't feel anything. There was no pain. There was no screaming. In fact, Darcy realized, there wasn't even the sound of panicking citizens or crashing. Opening her eyes she didn't see destruction, aliens, or anything that looked even remotely like Greenwich. Furrowing her brows, Darcy looked around and turned in a full circle. There was nothing. It was positively still, all things considered. Half of her expected something or someone to pop out and scream, "Just kidding! DIE!!!!" It didn't happen, though. It was just legitimately calm. Had Jane accidentally reversed it and sent her to one of the other worlds? It didn't seem likely. This was so Earth-like that it couldn't be another world or planet or anything. Darcy decided that very carefully. It looked like....Lawrence; the memory was fuzzier than it had been, but it's exactly what it reminded her of, she felt a pang even thinking that. Maybe a little different than she remembered, but it definitely screamed Kansas. Could it actually be?
"Holy shit!" She muttered to herself. She was back. She was back in Lawrence.....and she could only wonder how much had changed. Was Loki still here? How long had passed here? There were a million questions running through her mind. And she couldn't go and find the answers to them fast enough. She had to look for wifi. It was bad to be so happy at being abducted again, but she was. She was happy. She was back and she hoped, awful as it was, that the people she cared about were still around. She wouldn't say that, or actually....she just might, but they'd get it, she hoped....if they remembered her. She hoped there were people that remembered her.
The only question she had was why a graveyard, but she could ask that later. Pushing away the creepy thoughts about landing here, Darcy moved, searching for the exit of the place. It was definitely creepy to be forced to weave her way in and out of headstones. She wanted out of here. So, for now she was going to focus on finding a way to get help, to find the people that she knew....because obviously they still had to be here. There was no way that the seal could have sent all of them back, absolutely no way. She was going to see who all was still there and get information as quickly as she could. She knew that her phone was almost dead. She couldn't risk not being able to get onto the boards out here. The contacts would be there but she wouldn't be able to call the people that she had in there they weren't here....Jane, Ian, her mom, etc. And she didn't have any of the same numbers from before; she didn't have the numbers in the back of her mind....the numbers of the people she frequently communicated with in Lawrence....she wished that she did.
For a small thing, Darcy moved quickly out of the graveyard. It took a few wrong turns, but she made it to a spot that had wifi, which meant that she could use her phone; pulling her phone out of her pocket she checked the battery, it had just enough, which was good because she had absolutely zero cash on her right this second and no charger in her pocket. Darcy opened up the application on her phone and looked for the boards, butterflies starting to make her feel a little nauseous as her eyes focused on the screen.