intro ! thor (marvel movies) ! byoa
So someone had a little too much to drink, was Darcy's first thought. Cosmo, mudslide, Irish liquor, she couldn't quite remember at the moment; all she knows is that's she not not going to be seeing her room when she opens her eyes. It might be the lack of music playing or the rustle of her roommate being up at too-early-am and making Darcy feel guilty enough to drag herself out of bed to work for a few hours before her afternoon classes. The pattern of her day was really remarkably normal since the internship in New Mexico ended and the latest one began. But interns who are being babysat aren't normally introduced to the more scary aspects of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.
And of course, her back is on against something hard, though curious fingers detect that the texture is soft and comfortable but most defiantly not her bed. So she passed out in the middle of someone's living room? No. A hallway? And why didn't her head hurt if she drank so much last night she passed out? And why was the last thing she remembered was being on the phone while at work at the communications desk? Oh God. Did she faint while at work -- No, they had tiles because they looked so modern looking and hip, even if it killed Darcy's feet. Still, when she opened her eyes she fully expected to see one of the superiors frowning at her with the intention of how she failed something and they were about to fire her.
She only saw a velvet black ceiling and gaudy wallpaper in what seemed to be a fairly wide hallway. And it was red. Maybe touches of white or gold; but mostly red. "Kay, so, now I know how Thor felt." She mumbled to herself, relieved that karma didn't send her a helpful angel to taser her back into black bliss. Still, she sat up quickly as she noticed the hallway was lined with doors and managed to get on non-wobbly feet.
It suddenly struck her she'd seen this sort of place before. Nothing she point out of where she learned it, but Darcy knew. It looked like trussed up French Whore house. "You've got to be kidding me." She muttered glanced down to see if she was wearing clothes and if she'd become a victim of human trafficking. Nope, intern uniform still on her. Black dress coat, black slacks, black high heeled work shoes to make her look 'average height', glasses, and white blouse. Absently, she undid the top two buttons as was her habit after work, and checked her pockets for her iPhone and trusty can of mace (tasers weren't allowed in SHIELD HQ).
No mace but she found her phone and attempted to make a call.
No service.
“Fantastic." Well, the phone still played music and had Angry Birds. "Silver lining." And she began to walk forward down the hall.
[ooc: Dracy Lewis from the Thor movie. Post-setting and probably pre-Avengers (even though she's not in it). The profile tells a little bit of back story in case you're curious. She's heteroflexible so with higher aphrodisiac she might go 'oh, what the hell, an orgasm is an orgasm'. Right now, though, she's a little unnerved. Seduction or smut might not come easily even with increasing aphro.]
And of course, her back is on against something hard, though curious fingers detect that the texture is soft and comfortable but most defiantly not her bed. So she passed out in the middle of someone's living room? No. A hallway? And why didn't her head hurt if she drank so much last night she passed out? And why was the last thing she remembered was being on the phone while at work at the communications desk? Oh God. Did she faint while at work -- No, they had tiles because they looked so modern looking and hip, even if it killed Darcy's feet. Still, when she opened her eyes she fully expected to see one of the superiors frowning at her with the intention of how she failed something and they were about to fire her.
She only saw a velvet black ceiling and gaudy wallpaper in what seemed to be a fairly wide hallway. And it was red. Maybe touches of white or gold; but mostly red. "Kay, so, now I know how Thor felt." She mumbled to herself, relieved that karma didn't send her a helpful angel to taser her back into black bliss. Still, she sat up quickly as she noticed the hallway was lined with doors and managed to get on non-wobbly feet.
It suddenly struck her she'd seen this sort of place before. Nothing she point out of where she learned it, but Darcy knew. It looked like trussed up French Whore house. "You've got to be kidding me." She muttered glanced down to see if she was wearing clothes and if she'd become a victim of human trafficking. Nope, intern uniform still on her. Black dress coat, black slacks, black high heeled work shoes to make her look 'average height', glasses, and white blouse. Absently, she undid the top two buttons as was her habit after work, and checked her pockets for her iPhone and trusty can of mace (tasers weren't allowed in SHIELD HQ).
No mace but she found her phone and attempted to make a call.
No service.
“Fantastic." Well, the phone still played music and had Angry Birds. "Silver lining." And she began to walk forward down the hall.
[ooc: Dracy Lewis from the Thor movie. Post-setting and probably pre-Avengers (even though she's not in it). The profile tells a little bit of back story in case you're curious. She's heteroflexible so with higher aphrodisiac she might go 'oh, what the hell, an orgasm is an orgasm'. Right now, though, she's a little unnerved. Seduction or smut might not come easily even with increasing aphro.]