WHO: Darcy Lewis and YOU
WHERE: Wandering around her wagon and beyond
WHEN: Friday November 4th, pre-dawn
WARNINGS: Language?
SUMMARY: Darcy wakes up in a literal welcome wagon. Reactions are involved
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
Waking up in places she didn’t quite remember going to, with people she didn’t totally recognize was not a totally new-
Okay, no. Know what? Forget the pretending she was some hip college kid schtick. She hadn’t done the hardcore party scene. Waking up in a old west theme town with free hi-tech jewelry was weird. Seriously not good. Maybe even magical lightening man falling from a dust storm kind of weird. Maybe even weirder, because this freakiness didn’t even have a killer set of rock hard abs and an unexpectedly hair-light chest to make up for it. It just had cows and Iphone bracelets.
Darcy stumbled a bit, then gave in and fell in to a cross legged heap on the dessert ground with a groaned whump. She spared a glare at the buildings around her for good measure.
“Not funny guys. Seriously, totally not okay.”