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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚  [ l_ana co_ndor ] – have you heard about [ davy quan ]? [ she/they ] live at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ twenty-three years ]. they’re [ 26 ] yrs old and seem very [ inventive ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ nihilistic ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ clean-up ]. they often daydream about the thrill of performing, of creation, and lazy days in the sun . 

OPEN. Location: Cord Alley.

Summer packed the last of her supplies from the cord alley, only leaving behind what she could afford to. She could hear the incoming group of people, smashing things, collecting things. She had to move quickly. She slung the heavy bag over her shoulder, quickening her pace as she walked down the alley back to the open street. A quick glance behind her leads her to bump right into the person coming around the corner. She runs a hand through her hair, adjusting herself accordingly. “Best not go down there,” she warns the other with a straight face. Only the slight shake of her hands indicate her fear.

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The first thing she heard was the noise. Davy stopped in her tracks, like a deer just noticing the wildfire coming towards them. They put up the hood of their jacket around their head, wanting to feel some sort of security — when they rounded the corner and bumped into Summer, they breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. Summer, I —” Davy stopped, cut off by the next sight they saw: Summer’s shaking hands. 

location: outside of the weapons depot

time: afternoon, after a search party has returned

davy wiped the tears away from their eyes  — stress tears, they were, after coming home from another search party with no information on scar. how useless they had felt, so small and out of place, even among friends. most of the time, davy found themselves focusing on other things — still trying to figure out how to get food and save it, while also not going crazy with worry. during the search, they also found themselves wanting to call out nix’s name instead ... just in case ... 

location :  somewhere  outside  in  the  qz  ✧  winter  event !​

         ❛ —  you ever watched bambi ? ❜  he  began ,  pistol  in  one  hand  as  the  other  rubbed  a  piece  of  cloth  along  the  barrel ,  polishing  the  object .  now ,  there  weren't  many  things  liam  cared  about  in  this  world .  his  sister ,  of  course ,  was  his  top  priority ,  and  then  there  a  few  other  things  here  and  there  but  one  thing  was  certain :  his  gun  was  more  important  to  him  than  anything .  well ,  almost  anything .  ❛  people  are  gonna  tell  you  it's  a  movie  about  growing  up  and  friendship  and  that's  cool ,  you  know .  that's  valid . ❜  he  blows  some  air  at  the  barrel ,  then  begins  rubbing  the  same  spot  with  the  cloth .   ❛ those  are  noble  points  and  all .  but  what  they  don't  tell  you ,  is  that  bambi  is  about  survival .  now ,  take  little  flower  for  example .  that's  the  skunk  by  the  way ,  if  you  don't  remember . ❜  he  briefly  glances  at  the  other ,  as  if  to  make  sure  they're  keeping  up  with  him .  ❛ little  flower  knows  the  winter  is  harsh  and  there's  not  much  he  can  do  for  himself ,  so  he  prepares .  stuffs  his  little  tummy  and  hibernates  the  cold  away ,  makes  it  to  see  the  flowers  bloom  next  season .  but  squirrels ,  squirrels  are  where  it's  at ! ❜  chuckling ,  he  puts  down  the  cloth  and  proceeds  to  start  loading  the  pistol ,  keeping  his  eyes  on  the  gun .  ❛ those  little  rascals  stock  up  in  the  summer  and  bam ,  easy .  they're  all  set .  so  now  that  we're  on  the  same  page , ❜  liam  draws  out  the  last  syllable  and  leans  back  in  his  seat .  ❛ tell  me  why  i  should  help  you ,  when  even  a  skunk ,  even  a  squirrel ,  is  capable  of  making  it  on  their  own . ❜

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“ no, ” davy frowns. few could posture or monologue as much as davy could, and one of them was liam. but while liam seemed to know exactly what they’re doing  — davy was at a loss. lesser food, higher tension in the air, nix was missing ... but, ever practiced in the art of improvisation, davy still manages to keep up with ...whatever the hell liam was talking about. “ — you’re a skunk, ” davy pulls a face and blows a raspberry at him when he looks at them. 

for the rest of the monologue, davy scowls at him. it was getting to them. all of it. the starvation, the stress. “ did anyone ever tell you that you spit when you talk ? and you need to enunciate your words more because, blahblahblah—summer—blahblah—paaaaage was all i got at the end. either way, help me and i’ll make it worth your while. i know people, you know people. we all hold hands and get through this together and bam. end of bambi. everyone comes back. everyone gets food. ”

as sierra felt davy’s words, she wasn’t really listening. a daze had washed over her hearing that they’d have to fend for themselves. sure, she’d be fine, she’s equipped to handle what mother nature throws at her; but a small part of her feared the outcome. she felt for the others, the ones who weren’t as tough as her. she looked over to them, giving them a glare. “mine as well shoot everyone now.” she scoffed before turning on her heels to walk away, glancing back to see if they were following. “the people won’t survive this.” she began to rant. “it’s their job to protect us, and they’re failing.” her words were practically coming out in a jumble, but she continued. “and i’m not fighting for anyone. it’s not my job to feed people; so they’re going to die.” what felt like a cold and callous statement, sierra felt as though it were true and didn’t waver on her need to share it.

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at the glare, davy leaned away, taken aback. seeing sierra’s reaction was more of a shock to their system than the announcement had been. what was going on with them that they weren’t as mad as sierra right now? it made sense. they were not going to have any food. fedra was not going to help them. all around them, people were slowly or quickly having their own reactions, and davy wanted to get out of there. before they knew it, they were following sierra, at a loss to do anything else.

cameron simply stared at them, crossing his arms over his chest. “i don’t think that’s any of your concern. i’d be more worried about yourself. and the fact that you’re not my bestest friend by a longshot.” he shook his head. “do you have any plan with what you’re gonna do besides failing at this conversation with me right now?”

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as theo passed through the courtyard, he heard conversations spewing left and right. everyone coming up with a plan, a decision on how to handle the news they’d just recieved. his plan was simple, do what fedra couldn’t and try to keep everyone alive. these people were like family to him, being that he couldn’t find his own, so he had to help in any way he could. shuffling his feet through the already piling snow, eager to head out to the woods to get a head start, he passed davy as he heard them speak. immediately, his pace came to a halt as he tuned himself into their conversation. “you’re going to— i’m sorry, what?” his eyes met theirs with a look of utter confusion on his face. “teensy-weensy pieces? really?” he was dumbfounded at them, that they’d just be so lack a daisy about the whole thing. surely, it’s because they didn’t understand the gravitude of the situation. “davy… even i know better than that.” his eyebrows still pushed together, he stared at them.

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davy’s eyes widened as theo came into view. they glanced at the person they were talking to ( co-worker number five, they think his name was larry ), and made a shooing motion. “sorry, bud, the big boys are talking now...” they said, as larry left with a bewildered look.

facing theo again, they winced at the tone of his voice. “ ... and this is why i needed a no-judgment circle to talk about it with, ” they said, but without much sharpness in their voice. if anything, they looked ashamed, avoiding theo’s eyes. “who says it’s not gonna work, man? i could ... it could be ... or i could steal, i could learn to steal. and maybe the smugglers — they’d have something right?” davy struggled, gesturing left and right. 

It felt fair to say that Morgan was used to getting a different reaction from people. Annoyance was common, with some ‘old man’ thrown here and there, but this…? This girl must’ve clearly lost it. “..just so you know, I’m aware I’m gonna regret this but..how?” he frowned, looking at the hand on his shoulder and back to her face as the wheels inside his head turned in an effort to come up with an answer. An answer that came to him the minute she shared that title. “..Oh. Excuse me, I’m just surprised you went for 'cultured’…I’ve definitely heard about it.” Maybe he’d even watched it..but alas, that felt like..fucking centuries ago. “And sure. Good enough anyway. It’s an odd place to practice a script, though.”

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Davy just grinned, enjoying watching the thinking process behind his eyes. And when the answer finally appeared, they lifted their beer bottle in a cheers and took a sip. “Honestly, anyone who remembers a single movie is ‘cultured’ to me. Especially anyone who remembers‘When Harry Met Sally. So now you’re my new best friend. Don’t tell Theo,” they joked. 

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ BIO & WANTED CONNECTIONS

introducing: DAVY QUAN.

character inspo : duckie dale ( pretty in pink ), neil perry ( dead poets’ society ), nellie laroy ( babylon ), vanellope von schweetz ( wreck it ralph )

for: @endureqz​ ( theo )

location: theo’s choice !!

event: winter famine

davy looked down at their feet, less vibrant than usual. work the previous day had taken almost all the energy out of them, which was saying something; but in a panic, davy’s only response to fedra’s announcement was to eat less and manage what she already had. 

they did a lazy shrug, kicking at something with their shoe. “i dunno, man, i’m just ... i mean, i have some food left. i could probably just cut it into teensy-weensy little pieces. famines don’t last forever, right?”

Their response caused Ava to crack a smile, “alright. Let’s hear it.” Every point Davy makes, Ava nods along with them. Impressed by their presumption, convinced in it’s accuracy. “What’s for dinner? I’m starved. You heated it up, the way I like it, right?” Ava converses with a laugh. “Her response.”

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Davy’s eyes lit up, grinning at Ava’s response. It was always more fun to act with other people. Moving into the character of the wife, Davy leaned against the counter with a heavy sigh, adding a Southern drawl to their voice: “Dinner was over three hours ago, Abner. I told you ... don’t you remember?” — quick voice change, “And she turns away from him, because she can’t stand to look at the man she once loved. It’s very, very grim. The audience is tense.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re a genius,” Summer admits with the beginnings of a smirk. She couldn’t help that the air somehow felt lighter whenever Davy entered a room. It was rare for Summer to enjoy the company of others, not impossible. “You do have nice eyes. I would be rather heartbroken to have to remove them,” she clicks her teeth with her tongue and smiles. At the other’s question, Summer turns her gaze to them; raising a single brow. “Nothing is ever for free, lovey. Many of my rewards end in significant satisfaction on my part.”

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"Y'know, lots of people say that. I think I'm just one of those subtle brainy types." Davy made a show of sticking their hands in their pockets and sighing, leaning their head to one side. Then their smile came back, chuckling as they said: "You're the only person I'd allow to remove my eyes, I feel like you wouldn't make a real mess of it. But you have to let me do my heartfelt monologue before I lose them." They stayed just a step behind her. Walking behind the willowy woman, Davy held their head tall, and they couldn't help but admire Summer, counting themselves lucky to be in her company and not on the pointy side of her knife. "Now I have to ask: what kinda satisfaction do you get from taking someone's eyes out?"

“and what? you believe that you’re the one about to save my day?” she questioned glaring at the other. “no, my day was fine. just say excuse me next time.”

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           ❛ the prilliest in all the land ,  as  far  as  the  eye  can  see ! ❜  spoken  as  if  she  was  telling  a  great  big  tale ,  one  she  might've  written  as  a  child  only  to  have  davy  play  the  main  role  in .  those  silly  stories  were  much  more  exciting  than  anything  fedra  had  to  offer ,  and  love  doubted  today's  kids  would  think  otherwise .  a  tiny  gasp  escaped  her  at  her  friend's  added  comment .  ❛ davy !  you  shouldn't  make  light  of  people's  deaths ! ❜  love  argued ,  though  it  was  hard  not  to  giggle  at  the  way  they'd  said  it .  it  was  a  possibility ,  after  all .  ❛ in  any  case ,  i'm  not  sure  i  can  handle  a  relationship  again …  but  that  is  what  i  have  theo  for ,  i  think . ❜  for  when  the  nights  were  their  loneliest ,  or  whenever  she  was  in  need  of  a  laugh .  the  mention  of  poetry  brings  an  honest  smile  to  her  features .  a  dreamy  one .  ❛ that  would  be  nice …  but  i  could  never  leave  my  friends  behind .  i  mean  be  honest ,  there  must  be  at  least  one  person  you  would  miss  and  besides ,  like  you  said ,  there's  the  risk  of  death .  i'd  rather  stay  here  in  one  piece  than  be  split  in  half  somewhere  else . ❜

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davy had a little self-satisfied smile on their face at that; even in a qz, charisma had to count for something. “ chill out, chill out, next time i’ll just make light of my own death, how ‘bout that ? ” they winked. then their eyes narrowed, playfully suspicious. “ oh, theo, huh ? didn’t realise you liked big knives so much, lovey dovey. ” they teased, but not before adding in a warmer tone: “ still, if you’re gonna hang out with anyone might as well be theo. he’s a good goonie. ” 

though it had started off as a light joke, davy couldn’t help but be drawn into love’s earnestness, and their expression softened, shaking their head lightly. “ ... i guess i’d miss a few people,” they said, though they sounded distant and shrugged as they spoke. “ and, hey, i’d never actually leave. a pretty face like me ? out there ? where i could get un-pretty ? no way. ” then davy smiled, clearing their throat before repeating: “ i’d  rather  stay  here  in  one  piece  than  be  split  in  half  somewhere  else. god, i love that. if i had it my way, i’d plaster you words all over town. ”