Dr. Casper Darling (
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lastvoyageslogs2026-06-21 02:08 pm
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plants are narcs
Who: Dr. Darling & open!
Where: greenhouse, hallways, wildcard!
When: Six Impossible Things flood
Warnings: will edit if needed
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Dr. Darling lives on the seventh floor. Dr. Darling also works in the Engine Room. As such, Dr. Darling gets very tired of this nonsense very quickly. Sure, there's fun things to explore and the temporal bubbles of the Barge is fascinating and his theory that death is broken because of whatever Alucard and Trevor did during port is very quickly gaining proof but it's taken him two hours to get to the Engine Room this morning and that's before dodging all the mushrooms in the hallway, mushrooms that he 100% is not eating or trying to inhale.
Even though she isn't here, the voice of Dr. Raya Underhill is still present in his head, pointing out that Casper, don't be a moron, study the mushrooms and don't put one in your mouth. Do as you're told, don't eat the Mold. Or mushrooms.
It's when he's leaving his shift or trying to get to his room or trying to get to the dining room that Dr. Darling opens a door and steps right into a completely different hallway. Though he's trying to keep up his bright, chipper, Dr. Darling nature, it's obvious he's a little tired by all this. "Okay!" he says, trying to keep his spirit up. "This is not my cabin, but that's okay! Fifth time's the charm!"
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The plants at the Bureau weren't narcs. Darling normally just talks to the plants and doesn't do much in the way of actual plant care. But today, when he went to talk to the plants, Darling heard some grass pipe up that hey, there's this guy back home that Dr. Darling likes but based on the way he talks about him, he might like like him. So nope. No fun little conversations today. Today is damage control and bribery.
Darling's actually working in the greenhouse today, kneeling down in the dirt, weeding some of the flowerbeds. He's still talking to the plants as he does so. But it's less 'idle chitchat and secret worries that nobody else will know' and more 'outright bribes.'
"You see? I bet you feel so much nicer right now, with all those weeds gone. You know what would be a wonderful thing you could do in repayment? Not talk about me until this flood's done! Easy enough!"
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( it's a wildcard! hit me up with whatever! )
Where: greenhouse, hallways, wildcard!
When: Six Impossible Things flood
Warnings: will edit if needed
hallways
Dr. Darling lives on the seventh floor. Dr. Darling also works in the Engine Room. As such, Dr. Darling gets very tired of this nonsense very quickly. Sure, there's fun things to explore and the temporal bubbles of the Barge is fascinating and his theory that death is broken because of whatever Alucard and Trevor did during port is very quickly gaining proof but it's taken him two hours to get to the Engine Room this morning and that's before dodging all the mushrooms in the hallway, mushrooms that he 100% is not eating or trying to inhale.
Even though she isn't here, the voice of Dr. Raya Underhill is still present in his head, pointing out that Casper, don't be a moron, study the mushrooms and don't put one in your mouth. Do as you're told, don't eat the Mold. Or mushrooms.
It's when he's leaving his shift or trying to get to his room or trying to get to the dining room that Dr. Darling opens a door and steps right into a completely different hallway. Though he's trying to keep up his bright, chipper, Dr. Darling nature, it's obvious he's a little tired by all this. "Okay!" he says, trying to keep his spirit up. "This is not my cabin, but that's okay! Fifth time's the charm!"
greenhouse
The plants at the Bureau weren't narcs. Darling normally just talks to the plants and doesn't do much in the way of actual plant care. But today, when he went to talk to the plants, Darling heard some grass pipe up that hey, there's this guy back home that Dr. Darling likes but based on the way he talks about him, he might like like him. So nope. No fun little conversations today. Today is damage control and bribery.
Darling's actually working in the greenhouse today, kneeling down in the dirt, weeding some of the flowerbeds. He's still talking to the plants as he does so. But it's less 'idle chitchat and secret worries that nobody else will know' and more 'outright bribes.'
"You see? I bet you feel so much nicer right now, with all those weeds gone. You know what would be a wonderful thing you could do in repayment? Not talk about me until this flood's done! Easy enough!"
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( it's a wildcard! hit me up with whatever! )

Hallways
He's thinking over his experiences so far, and he thinks his and Malcolm's ship can reach other parts of the Barge? It managed the Deck okay.
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"I think seventh and eighth floors have it worse. Unfortunately, that's where I live and work."
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He's trying to keep up his general, easy-going attitude but it's obvious that Darling is not a fan of wandering around aimlessly for half an hour.
"And yes, I'm guessing it has something to do with the attack. The plan for the attack was to go to the Engine Room via the seventh floor," which Darling knows because he used the radical strategy of 'bug Trevor and Alucard.' "That's probably where the Barge is structurally weakest at the moment. If you get frostbite, it's going to affect the places with worst circulation and the most environmental damage the hardest. Same theory applies."
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"I'm not sure how much difference I'll make, in that case. But if you'd like to try taking my ship to your cabin, we can try it. If not, you can rest up for in there before you try again."
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"Interdimensional space acting up?"
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"Interdimensional space is indeed acting up. I was trying to get back to my cabin, not yours. Though it does seem to be a very lovely cabin!"
At least, it looks more like an actual bedroom than Darling's nightmare concrete office.
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"Can I offer you tea? Or teleportation?"
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It'll be nice just to sit down and drink a cup of tea, having a moment of calm before this nonsense starts up again.
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Greenhouse
But the dragon flies actually being little dragons was actually pretty cute.
"Need some water? I've got some, if you're thirsty. Weeding is hard work."
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"I'd love some water! And I'm glad to hear you say that it's hard work—honestly, I was kind of worried I just wasn't used to it! Some of my muscles are aching in places I didn't know they could ache."
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"I should have some snacks too, if you're hungry! I think I have some...fruit." She nodded, patting her pockets. She could hear the flowers murmuring, but not what they were saying. "And nuts. But yeah, it can be hard work! Especially weeding. The roots can go in pretty deep, and you can take out the muscles in your back if you're not careful."
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"Really, I'm not picky. I'm perfectly fine eating whatever you have on hand for a snack."
The flowers continue muttering behind Darling. But after a moment, one of them is loud enough to hear. "You know, he's got a really good singing voice."
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"Sorry!" Though it's not like he expected someone to come in through his door like that.
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"No need to apologize. After all, it wasn't on purpose. And normally, I know to knock! It's just that this flood has decided to be incredibly aggravating."
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"What's the stance on using the lab for personal projects?"
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Ashton does not share this approach in the slightest, which is why she is currently a housecat the size of a great dane with a half-eaten mushroom in her mouth, taking up an entire common room sofa by herself. She spits the 'shroom out for the sake of pithy commentary, though she's already picking up a lovely new patterning of blood-red leopard spots. "Try seven? Floods love trying to create narratives, seven's typically associated with luck..."
(It's also, like, 3 PM, which is not a time Ashton is typically up at, though she's been out and around in the mornings and afternoon every so often this month. Medically-approved effect testing. And also just regular effect-using. Though there's no collar around her neck, there is a golden locket, chain mostly hidden by the floof. ...there's a lot of floof.)
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"The Luck and Probability Department has identified seven as a statistically significant choice," Darling shrugs. "Also, why do you have a mushroom in your mouth? Can you even digest food to begin with?"
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Darling lets out a little sigh before walking over to Ashton and attempting to scratch behind their ears. Big cat they may be, they are still a cat. And cats deserve ear scratches, even if they're normally vampires.
"We have a highly invasive Mold microorganism that lives in the basement of the Bureau. If you eat it, it subsumes the entire body, takes control of your motor functions, and turns you into a mindless puppet who's sole purpose is to continue to propagate the Mold." There's a pause before, "That's why I don't eat the mushrooms."
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This is stupid
They at least wait until they’re back in the cabin before they stretch out on the couch and pop one into their mouth. And poof! They’re gone.
Okay. Not gone-gone, but just very, very small, the kind of small that makes the back of the couch look like a cliff and the cushion some kind of bouncy, desert terrain. They spend the next half an hour scaling the blasted thing, climbing and sliding until they’re on the floor and staring up at the couch and other pieces of furniture like the skyscrapers of New York City Darling showed them. It’s pretty fun, but uh…
They’re gonna get stepped on if they’re not careful.
honey i shrunk the feldspar
Darling tries to keep up a genial attitude most days. But wow, he is beat. He takes off his lab coat, hanging it on a coat rack peg, and takes off his trousers, leaving them on the floor. And, clad in his sweaters and boxers, Darling tiredly walks over to the couch. In theory, he plans to flop down on the couch and close his eyes. In practice, he is 100% about to step on Feldspar.
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They might actually be too small for him to hear them though, even with all the racket they're making. That's one mighty big problem. They try again, whooping and running and making a general spectacle of themselves, and then balk when his feet continue to walk in a very straight line right for them. Darling can't hear or see them right now, and with death being off the table being squished flat is going to be agonizing.
Feldspar takes a running leap towards the relative safety of underneath the couch, just barely missing Darling's shoe.
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...shit, he hopes he has a broom.
Darling stands up, sighing dramatically mostly because it feels good to sigh dramatically, before he walks over to his desk. There's no broom here, nothing like that, but there is a yardstick. Good enough!
Walking back to the couch, Darling squats, just barely looks under the couch and absolutely misses Feldspar, then sticks the yardstick underneath the couch before sweeping it wildly, trying to knock out whatever mouse or roach or whatever made that noise (if there's something that made that noise to begin with).
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