we've got the vision —

[evite]

WHO: daisy johnson & you, i hope!
WHERE: throughout the city.
WHEN: october 1-15
WHAT: open log for non-event shenanigans.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: lots of open opportunities, but as always, feel free to holler at me if you have questions or want something specific!


@ the boxing gym, which i have dubbed sucker punch

[ since arriving in new amsterdam, daisy has been a semi-regular visitor to one particular branch of one of the city's more populous (though not necessarily more popular) boxing gym franchises. located across the street from an up-and-coming vegan smoothie chain, it's a great spot to work up a sweat and treat yourself after; with fewer posh amenities than some of the competition, it's an even better place for avoiding yuppies who swing in wearing unblemished lululemon gear to take photos of themselves on equipment and leave.

(unfortunately, that's still a bit of a problem in this century.)

on her visits, daisy focuses on sparring in the rings available for public use. there are no pre-arranged matches, but on busier days, the staff will post up a waiting list for ring use — if she comes alone, she'll take on anyone who's amenable; if someone opts to come with her, or if she runs into a familiar face, she'll sign them both up for ring time together.

should she have to wait, she'll entertain herself with the standing targets and punching bags on the far wall. on good days, she's happy to chatter while she does, pausing conversation only long enough to adjust her gloves or reaffix the target should it slip. on more stressful ones, it might be easier to assume the bag she's attacking stole her lunch money, and far more difficult to get a word in edgewise.

feel free to interrupt her at any point during her visit — arrival, pre- or post-sparring, working out, or even just washing up afterwards! ]

@ the caves for powers training

[ for the last handful of weeks — not counting her unexpected disappearance — daisy has semi-regularly hosted personal powers training sessions underground in the caves, a familiar location for anyone who remembers the insomniacs' ball. with the continued influx of new arrivals and the realization that their unique abilities present both an opportunity and a challenge, she's decided to make these sessions a more permanent thing. while one-on-one training will still be offered when her schedule permits, she's going to be transitioning to a twice-weekly group session set-up.

on tuesday and thursday evenings, daisy will have chalked out space in one of the larger cave rooms for people to mingle and talk. anyone who has questions will be welcomed to ask them, as well as share any recent developments or concerns they may have with the group as a whole; once discussion has petered out, anyone in attendance will be encouraged to partner up to practice the following skills:

• summoning their ability, either by active motion (squeezing their fists, for example) or passive recall (intense focus or a specific mantra)
• utilizing their ability in some capacity, whether on their own or in reaction to someone else's actions in the case of more defensive or passive skills
• suppressing their ability, specifically focusing on calming the blue glow that comes from use in their chest implants

though she does not make it a point to show off her own abilities, daisy will (upon request) provide small demonstrations of focused use and disuse of her ability, specifically by disassembling and reassembling a generic countertop appliance — such as a toaster, microwave oven, or alarm clock. she won't advertise it, but she'll also accept item requests during these sessions, under the expectation that the requester provides any materials needed and that they allow appropriate time for completion.

not sure if your character would have opportunity to know about these sessions or item requests? daisy's posted a network-wide invitation here for classes. you can also feel free to handwave coming to her about training opportunities; she's fairly frequently mentioned on the network as an expert in this sort of thing! for item requests, daisy has made items in the past for leo fitz, rey, kylo ren, and prompto argentum. if your characters are friends with any of them (or at least chatty), feel free to come chat with me or their players to handwave discussions! i'm super keen to play out this aspect where i can! ]

@ the fighting rings

[ though daisy does not enter into wagered fights, she is a fairly regular attendant and better at the underground ring. observant attendants might notice that she tends to arrive with the same person, and someone particularly keen might notice her patterns of betting as well — on fellow displaced, she bets higher on their later fights, when exhaustion would normally make them poorer contenders and thus worse bets for the general public. it's not an exact science, but daisy's done very well for herself over the last few months, accruing a relatively high sum of winnings that she's as of yet done exactly nothing with.

however, she's not an unemotional viewer. when familiar faces climb into the ring, daisy watches these fights fully transfixed; she's not shy about cringing or biting at her knuckles when things get rough, and should someone manage to draw blood, she may occasionally go a little pale, though she's gotten better about resisting the urge to walk away lately. looking down for a moment or two or taking a deep breath generally helps settle the rolling nerves, anyway.

though fighting rings are inherently loud, busy places, she won't turn down a little companionship! feel free to approach her at the bar, where she'll treat herself (and maybe someone else!) to a drink, or ring-side. she can typically be found fairly close to the action, but she is small — it's not uncommon for her to have someone step rudely in front, or for her to have to elbowcheck her way back into her previously held spot. so sorry if she accidentally jabs you, et cetera. it's also absolutely fair game to call her out on her surprisingly sensitive reactions! ]

@ anywhere else!

[ have an idea for something you'd like to do but aren't sure where to put it? pm me, hit me up on plurk @ semicolons, or disco me at quake#2740 any time! ]

Comments

[evite]

[ uh huh ]

Thank you for the begrudgingly given compliment, your Majesty — but like I said, not really my thing. I don't enjoy throwing punches as much as you do.

[batricide]

[ He shoots a scowl her way. ]

It's what I'm good at.

[evite]

So you don't enjoy it? [ she's not sure if that's true or not, so her question is sincere. ]

You don't need to get punched in the face for a living if you don't actually enjoy being in there, you know.

[ vague hints of concern for her fake baby brother ]

[batricide]

I don't feel anything about it. It's what I'm good at, so I do it.

[ And he likes it in the moment. The way his mind can go blank and muscle memory takes over, focused on nothing but the art of the violence. ]

And I make better money here than I would in any other career path for someone at my age. It suits me.

[evite]

[ a hum of consideration around the mouth of her bottle ]

I can't argue with cold hard cash. [ she's here betting on him to win, anyway. ] But I think it probably goes without saying that you should be careful.

[ it's not a lecture or even a criticism. just a reminder. she'd like all of them to go home unscathed, whenever that day comes, and if not unscathed then at least not permanently disfigured. ]

I'm not judging, for the record. You're going to do whatever makes the most sense. Just be careful, is all.

[batricide]

Oh, please. I fought better men when I was eight.

[ Careful doesn't really apply to him when he's fighting, though. It's brutal and instinctive, causing as much damage in as short a time period as possible. ]

[evite]

[ yeah, and that's why she makes bank on his fights. thank you for being such a scrappy lil fighter, hafid. ]

'Kay. [ nice humblebrag? excuse her while she takes another pause-inducing sip. ] Still not fun to watch you get hit in the face, for the record.

[ it's not fun to watch anyone get punched in the face, but the displaced in particular makes something squirm in her stomach. ]

[batricide]

[ W-well he can't dodge perfectly every time. ]

It doesn't hurt.

[evite]

No? [ she doesn't sound super convinced by that. ] Are you at least cleaning the wounds?

[ because if he's not, she knows somebody who keeps a first-aid kit with his stuff. ]

[batricide]

I'm not stupid, Johnson. I know how to take care of myself after a fight.

[ And these chumps have nothing on the other villains he's faced. ]

[evite]

Did I say you were stupid? [ rhetorical question; she did not. please take it down a notch, jumpy. ]

Is that always how you react when someone offers you help?

[batricide]

I didn't hear an offer for help in that question.

[ He can't read a room. Help him. ]

[evite]

[ you're lucky she's so used to grouchy russians who can't communicate their feelings to save their lives. daisy sighs, but it's good-natured enough. ]

Illya has bacitracin from Strange in his bag. I can grab it. [ she sets her bottle down, and leans in just enough to get a better look at the cut on his face. ] It'll help that heal.

[batricide]

I'm fine.

[ He leans back a little without realizing it. Uncomfortable. ]

[evite]

You sure? [ it's no skin off her back either way, but he really should put something on that. ] I don't mind.

[ it's not like it's that far ]

[batricide]

[ Ugh. ]

Fine. Whatever.

[evite]

[ it's as good as she's going to get, so daisy takes it, murmuring a quick i'll be right back before hopping off the barstool. maybe it's the fact that she's been in this club enough times, and seen this particular bartender on more than one of those nights, but nobody calls after her to close her tab when she does. she's good for it.

and true to her word, it doesn't take her more than a few minutes to weave through the space and find the room where a gym bag holds the change of clothes and promised first aid kit are held. a quick message to the owner explains the absence, and then daisy heads back to the bar to find damian... who is thankfully in the same place she left him. ]

Alright. [ at least she doesn't get in his space again. she just holds out the kit. presumably he's enough of a grown up to do it himself, if he's fought better men at eight? ] Knock yourself out.

[batricide]

[ Yeah, yeah, alright. He takes it in hand and opens it, going through the motions of cleaning up the cut. He's not terribly worried about it getting infected, though he'll admit the place is filthy and that could be a risk.

But still, for posterity. ]

I don't need you fussing over me.

[evite]

I'm not. [ she brought him a first aid kit. it's basic human decency. ] Fussing over you would have been doing it myself.

[ she busies herself for a moment in closing her tab, leaving a generous tip for the patient bartender who's kept her seat open in her absence. ]

If I'm ever stupid and refuse first aid, you can feel free to harass me into getting myself checked out.