[Couldn't she accept an internship in grad school in peace? No? Fine, screw you.
Of course she couldn't.
Daria awoke to find herself back on the ship she started off on the first time. It took her only a few minutes to remember everything and what happened. It was only a month or so for her, perhaps...She started to work her mind through things as she gathered her bearings and find her clothes. Last thing she remembered was settling back at the mansion after helping Sherlock fight ghosts and then, poof. That meant, if time actually was on her side, everyone was still waiting.
If not...Hm.
Her gear and her bodyguard, Wendy the Bunger, would be all back at the mansion. Daria also didn't have her tattoos anymore, so she had to figure that out all over again. Great, remembering survival mode. Where they docked though was interesting, it wasn't the place she remembered.
Cautiously, knowing full well she wasn't going to get anywhere on the ship, she stepped out. She was greeted by a sea of:
"KUPO, KUPO TO YOU!"
"KUPO!"
Everywhere, the moogles. She remembered them. They were everywhere.
She blinked softly. Then. She turned back toward the boat.]
2. MOOGLE HOUSES: Maybe this one-
[So, being stuck here against her will meant one of two things was going to happen:
1. She was going to have to play super duper antisocial until the ship departs.
2. Maybe there was One. One Moogle.
The outcome may just surprise you.
Daria and one Moogle seemed to be hanging about in a home pretty far away from the others. So it was noticeable if one were to look that way. Under a particularly dark and brooding tree was a small little home littered with some skulls and darkly colored plants (don't worry, the skulls are fake). A familiar stoic girl was carrying a sofa inside with some purple cushions. It was small but with the willing help of a rather stern looking Moogle, it was easy enough. But there seemed to be more fixtures outside related to the macabre that were just waiting to go inside. Wooden bat fixtures, blood red bottles, black candlesticks, the works. Daria also finally got her tattoo fixed up again so there was even a very private garden of kupo nuts. Plant Growth spell, never failed her.]
...Where do you want the stuffed rattlesnack? If you keep it outside by the bush for long, someone is going to figure you out.
[Very odd indeed. Very peculiar. Maybe offer a hand?]
3. Diamond Dust: Win big or whatever.
[Sure, there wasn't any video games. But hey, the next best thing, as Jane would say.
Daria was a pro, even in these little dumb carnival like games. She could be seen meticulously whacking moles without mercy and shooting things down like a pro in the range. Honestly, she's just here because she's bored. Every once in a while, Daria could be seen with that Moogle from before, being annoyed at the other Moogles causing hell.]
Daria Morgendorffer - Daria - Corsair - TDM (ReApp)
[Couldn't she accept an internship in grad school in peace? No? Fine, screw you.
Of course she couldn't.
Daria awoke to find herself back on the ship she started off on the first time. It took her only a few minutes to remember everything and what happened. It was only a month or so for her, perhaps...She started to work her mind through things as she gathered her bearings and find her clothes. Last thing she remembered was settling back at the mansion after helping Sherlock fight ghosts and then, poof. That meant, if time actually was on her side, everyone was still waiting.
If not...Hm.
Her gear and her bodyguard, Wendy the Bunger, would be all back at the mansion. Daria also didn't have her tattoos anymore, so she had to figure that out all over again. Great, remembering survival mode. Where they docked though was interesting, it wasn't the place she remembered.
Cautiously, knowing full well she wasn't going to get anywhere on the ship, she stepped out. She was greeted by a sea of:
"KUPO, KUPO TO YOU!"
"KUPO!"
Everywhere, the moogles. She remembered them. They were everywhere.
She blinked softly. Then. She turned back toward the boat.]
2. MOOGLE HOUSES: Maybe this one-
[So, being stuck here against her will meant one of two things was going to happen:
1. She was going to have to play super duper antisocial until the ship departs.
2. Maybe there was One. One Moogle.
The outcome may just surprise you.
Daria and one Moogle seemed to be hanging about in a home pretty far away from the others. So it was noticeable if one were to look that way. Under a particularly dark and brooding tree was a small little home littered with some skulls and darkly colored plants (don't worry, the skulls are fake). A familiar stoic girl was carrying a sofa inside with some purple cushions. It was small but with the willing help of a rather stern looking Moogle, it was easy enough. But there seemed to be more fixtures outside related to the macabre that were just waiting to go inside. Wooden bat fixtures, blood red bottles, black candlesticks, the works. Daria also finally got her tattoo fixed up again so there was even a very private garden of kupo nuts. Plant Growth spell, never failed her.]
...Where do you want the stuffed rattlesnack? If you keep it outside by the bush for long, someone is going to figure you out.
[Very odd indeed. Very peculiar. Maybe offer a hand?]
3. Diamond Dust: Win big or whatever.
[Sure, there wasn't any video games. But hey, the next best thing, as Jane would say.
Daria was a pro, even in these little dumb carnival like games. She could be seen meticulously whacking moles without mercy and shooting things down like a pro in the range. Honestly, she's just here because she's bored. Every once in a while, Daria could be seen with that Moogle from before, being annoyed at the other Moogles causing hell.]