Daisy is out-spoken and passionate. She has an opinion about e v e r y t h i n g down to the way you drink your coffee.
If Daisy thinks shes right about something, then dammit you better not tell her otherwise. (She will back down eventually if proven wrong in a situation, but it will take a lot of convincing.)
Daisy can't figure out why she's never been able to hold down a significant other. She's too blind to realize her own commitment issues and the blatant fact that she is too much for most people to handle.
Daisy lacks the social skills to know when she's being rude - which is often. If your muse is patient and kind, they'll get along just fine.
To explain her simply: Daisy thinks she's above it all and is too sure of herself to be told otherwise.
Taken Connections*
Minerva Myshkin: Daisy's bestie. Minnie has been there for Daisy through it all and always has her back. Even in moments where Daisy doesn't deserve it. Because of their loyalty to each other, Daisy feels protective and at times a little possessive over Minnie.
Donald Duckworth: Daisy met Donald during a brief job she had as a presenter. Donald also happens to be the only thing she'd care to remember from that time in her life.
Michael Maus: As far as Daisy would have you concerned, Michael is simply Minerva's boy toy. Nothing more to her. However, Daisy is developing a soft spot for him as he continues to impress her with his kindness and effort towards her Minnie & others.
Wanted Connections*
FRIENDSSS; Daisy needs a solid friend group who she can bounce her terrible, terrible ideas off of. She needs solid advice from people who care about her.
a boyfriend/girlfriend; serious or otherwise, though she will have some issues settling down right now
a roommate, possibly someone she can bicker with and then eventually befriend over time? maybe someone a little no nonsense so that dynamic/tension can exist between them
a role model/ someone to sort of take her under their wing and set her on the right path in a life coach sort of way
Other
Ducktales characters!! Scrooge, the triplets, webby, launchpad, etcc. I want them all x.x
Plot Ideas*
I WANT THE MICKEY GANG TO DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER. CAMPING. VACATIONS. MOVIES. PARTIES. it would be so fun to do like plots based on old school cartoons / movies? I'm thinking specifically of this one 90's cartoon where Daisy stays at Minnie's house for a while and is super annoying
Daisy & muse go on a shopping spree
Daisy & muse have a beach day
Daisy gives muse a pep talk / makeover / designs an outfit for them (maybe for a date, event, etc.)
Daisy gets gassed up by YOUR muse after a rough day
Daisy & muse go on a date (this can go really well or really poorly depending on what you want to happen. She can make or break someone's night lololol)
Sally nodded once again, since she didn’t much know how else to acknowledge Daisy’s reply. “It’s... It’s a very pretty name.” The seamstress looked around her, at the chic fashion store, following the saleswoman’s gesture. The store was, of course, one of the most glamorous in town. Sally had to wonder if it was nice to work there, at all. It was plenty spacious, and exquisitely designed and lit, and perfectly clean, and... Well, it was also extremely cold-looking. Maybe it was just Sally’s fondness for her own workplace, but she couldn’t picture herself working somewhere that lacked any sort of human touch.
“Neither can I,” Sally said with a little smile. She had worked in collaboration a couple times, but only for costumes for the stage. This was going to be different. She only hoped everything went right, and that Miss Pond was as nice and easygoing as she seemed.
“Sure, tomorrow’s fine with me,” the seamstress nodded. “I prefer texting, if that’s alright, but really, it’s no issue, if you’d rather... Um, would it be okay at...? At about eleven? I think I can ask a friend to cover for me at work.” It felt bad, to skirt her responsabilities at her job for something to selfish. But it would only be this once. And Sally had always been extremely dutiful and punctual anyways. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, if this just happened once, right?
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"Oh, great! Eleven is literally perfect!" It was a little early, but it was fine. Daisy was all grins and practically bounding with energy - a vast difference from her initial attitude when Sally had entered the Design Haus. In fact, Daisy had completely forgotten she was at work she had been so enveloped by her excitement.
"A true friend will cover for you in a heart beat, am I right?" she said dismissively, carrying on about herself, "Oooh, gosh, I'm just so, so excited!" Daisy really was excited, but she also had the nagging thought of preparation, in truth. She was going to have to be up all night long working if she wanted something that resembled a professional portfolio by tomorrow morning. Daisy had a masterful poker-face, but now she had to really put her money where her mouth was.
The sound of the front door opening made Daisy jump and she immediately stepped away from Sally, very clearly fearful of whomever might be entering. When she saw it was just another customer, Daisy relaxed and greeted them quickly. She turned back to Sally with an apologetic smile. "I'd better get back to work. Let me know if you need anything else, and if not, I'll see you tomorrow!"
mount olympus was the place to be at the weekends, to be fair, it was the place to be every evening but weekends especially. at the bar with a load of people, merida was chatting away to everyone willing to have a conversation at this point.Â
“yeah, i know what you mean. who knows what’s been going on around here, for a small town it’s always filled with life. oh! hang on…” she paused, turning to the bar, ordering another drink and turning back to who she was talking to “where were we?”Â
Daisy didn't feel quite drunk yet, but she was well on her way. It was evident by the fact that she didn't even break in her speech when the girl turned away from her. "Listen, I grew up in Hollywood and let me tell you, I've met far more interesting people here than I ever did there. This place is and always has been weird - that's all I'm saying."
“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” Sally fortunately remembered to ask, before time passed her by and she needed to make a full-on investigation to avoid the mortification of having to ask her three months later. “I mean, it could be Daisy Pond, but... Just in case,” she finished saying with a little shrug. Daisy Pond was a wonderful name for a fashion brand, truly. In any case, it was certainly more inviting than a name like Deville.
The seamstress nodded, wondering how much experience her new designer would have. She seemed relatively young, so maybe she was just starting out. Sally knew what that was like: making a whole portfolio was a daunting task, she thought, recalling when she applied to work at Community Theater and had to take pictures and highlights of about ten years of self-taught sewing skills.
Sally smiled, squeezing her hand under the sleeve of her coat. This is what rich elegant ladies must feel like, she concluded, requesting their own custom gowns.
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"Oh!" Daisy laughed, flustered and embarrassed for the first time in what felt like forever, "yeah, it's- I'm Daisy Pond. Design student and well..." Daisy gestured vaguely to the space around them, "...retail worker." Daisy found it funny that she was always able to flaunt an act of professionalism and allure when it came to selling Ms. DeVille's designs, but when it came to selling her's...well, it was clearly a work in progress.
Once again, Daisy found herself out to be a bad neighbor as she had never heard of the cafe Sally suggested. She shrugged and beamed regardless. "Ooh, sketches! Sounds great to me, I can't wait to see what we come up with." Oh, yeah. She'd be sounding professional, at least, in no time.
Daisy pulled her phone out of her back pocket and input the woman's phone number that she had given earlier. "We can meet up as soon as tomorrow if you want! I'll text you. Or call? What do you prefer? Oh, but I'd hate to assume your schedule. I'm free all week in the mornings so just let me know-" Just not too early, she thought.
Jim was sitting in the booth in the back corner of his mother’s diner. It was after midnight, which either meant a loud shift of rowdy, annoying, teenagers he could not judge given that he had been that exact type, or it would be a rather calm and quiet night with a customer here and there, who usually had an interesting reason for being at a pretty tiny diner after midnight.
Especially on a weekday, like tonight.
Now those were the best customers, and often they would let Jim talk to them, after a while, as long as it came with free coffee or tea, and maybe a slice of the cake or pie of the day.
Jim took a sip of his coffee, and then placed it down and looked at the person sitting across from him.
“So uhhhhh,“ Jim started, “Are you looking for my advice on that or do you just want to vent? I’m down with both, just wanna make sure so I don’t stray from my lane.”
@happieststarters​
Daisy barely heard Jim over the sound of her thumb nails tapping her phone screen rapidly. Her frustration was growing more and more visible...and audible. She realized she had been practically growling out loud at her phone.
"Sorry, I-- He-- Ugh, I just hate it when people don't text back, you know? Especially when you're being, like, super obvious about the fact that you're- never mind, never mind. I'm being rude." Daisy put her phone down and tried to shake off the interaction. "Can I have a refill of coffee, please?"
she hadn’t worked at deville design haus in what felt like forever and yet when anita was passing the window there was one of her designs, clear as day, front and centre. her blood boiled. camilla had promised her that when she left the organisation that her designs would go with her. no wonder she couldn’t get a job at any of the other design haus’s, camilla had made sure she couldn’tÂ
“hi, thanks, could you tell me who designed this?” she asked, pointing at the grand dress in the window display “or should i say, who’s claimed credit on this design?”
Daisy could instantly feel that this woman's demeanor was different than the average customer wandering in. She straightened up immediately.
"Ms. DeVille, of course," Daisy responded without even glimpsing the dress, responding as though it were a ridiculous question, "she designs everything in the storefront. And more. Would you like a catalogue?"
“Oh!” Sally blinked, rather surprised. It made sense, though. What better job for an up-and-coming designer that where fashion lived? Still, the offer of a sale, done inside another store, the one that paid the new designer’s wages no less, was something rather... Unorthodox. Maybe even a little bit treacherous.
Sally felt a buzz in her ears, and a prickling in her fingers. This was exciting.
“Yes, I’d love to,” she replied, lowering her voice, as if Miss de Ville herself was hiding somewhere in the chic store, ready to jump out and catch them red-handed. “Um... I work at the Community Theater, and at the holiday store downtown. Here,” the seamstress quickly pulled out her notepad and a pen, and scribbled her name and a phone number underneath. “If you’d like, you can send me some of your previous work? So I have a better idea of what I might prefer. And, um, I just... Well, spring is coming up any day now, so I guess I’ll be needing some dresses,” she chuckled quietly. “It’s rather hard for me to... But we can see about that later, of course.”
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The woman's response made Daisy's stomach do a flip. She wasn't expecting a yes, much less such an excited one from her. She took the piece of paper gratefully and read the name before sticking it in her pocket. "It's nice to meet you, and yes I'd love that too." Daisy felt a little embarrassed that she hadn't recognized Sally, but she wasn't exactly great at 'getting to know' her community at any point growing up here. She'd been to the theater maybe a handful of times and she hadn't made a point to seek out anything at the holiday store. Now she felt that perhaps she'd misjudged those spots and that they might be hidden gems in this drab little town.
"Previous work? Oh, yeah - of course." Daisy waved her hand breezily, but her head was spinning a little. She'd have to put together some sort of portfolio to show her best work quickly. It was something she knew she should have prepared already but in truth, Daisy was rather lazy at times. She knew her designs were solid, and that she had a job at a fashion house, and she was still in school, after all...so she never really had to try hard yet. Still, with how unprepared she was, her brain couldn't help firing off ideas excitedly.
"If it's dresses you need you're in good hands," she had to hold back a little from squealing like Minnie, "I'm so excited, I already have so many ideas and-- oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Is there maybe a place you'd like to meet up to discuss further? After I get off of work, I mean..."
Deziree's eyes narrowed. It wasn't terribly difficult to know that Daisy's flattery was nothing more than a front. She had been around people with false smiles and meaningless compliments her whole life, and had perfected the art herself. (The trouble was that her best efforts were now laced with an unavoidable bitterness that was making it harder and harder as of late to keep up the façade). "You're a gem," she said, flaunting that same false smile. It never reached her eyes.
The reality was that Dezi was kind of really, really desperate for a job. The job she had now had her barely scraping by, and there was no chance in all hell she was going to be able to afford a charity pin from the front desk here, let alone a new pair of heels. Or two. She folded her arms, tapping her fingers on her forearm when Daisy returned with some not-so-wonderful news. Months just wasn't going to cut it. "Months?!" she repeated incredulously.
As Daisy gestured to the gleaming display of new shoes, Deziree turned hesitantly. It was one thing to window shop, another to have temptation dangled right in front of your face. Her funds wouldn't allow for two, as much as she wanted them to, but she really needed Ms. Deville to see her resume stat...
"Two is a bit excessive... Could you call her now?" Shit, that really sounded desperate, didn't it? If mom found out about any of this, she'd kill her.
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Daisy's devilish little smile dropped a little. This was starting to not be so fun anymore. Why wasn't she biting? Daisy thought for sure pride alone would be enough to make this girl buy five pairs of shoes. Hell, Daisy was even shocked to hear the word 'excessive' in her vocabulary. Between that and the at-home manicure, Daisy was starting to suspect that Dez might be being pushy not because she wanted the job, but actually needed it. Part of her wanted to tell her to go apply to the nearest fast food joint, but she restrained herself. She was no stranger to living on a budget herself nowadays and Deziree had done nothing to her but be a slight nuisance.
"Look, you're crazier than I thought if you're actually suggesting I just call her right now on the spot for you. I can't give her my recommendation unless I feel like you'd actually do well here. So far you haven't exactly charmed me and I don't just do random favors," Daisy caught herself once more and softened her tone, "-But I do like your style. And I'm sure Ms. DeVille would just love your persistence. One pair of heels and I call her on Monday for you. Sound fair?"
Vidia was sitting at the bar, she had a couple of beers and was certain that she was very much drunk. She remembered the kiss with Tina that she so desperately tried to forget that she groaned out loudly.
Daisy was three pints in and she was a lightweight, though she would never admit that. She was drunkenly text bombing an ex who was not responding when the sound of a girl a few seats away from her caught her attention. She quickly glanced her over and then put her phone down.
Deziree’s practised smile dropped in less than a finger’s click, entirely unamused by Daisy’s little joke. For one, it had always been a sensitive subject where Mom was concerned when people didn’t know her name, hard as she may try to play it off. Now mom was gone, it was only her own ego left to take the hit. Thankfully for Daisy’s sake, she was joking, but Deziree’s smile only returned more forced than ever. (Hey, it was easy to hide how embarrassing this all was when she had something else to seem unamused about.) “Hilarious,” said Dezi flatly.
She waited impatiently for Daisy to return with an answer. Self Manicured fingernails rattled on the counter top, the ball of her stiletto tapping on the vinyl. Of all the shitty jobs she had applied for, she really hoped this one was going to work. (Never say that out loud.) Perhaps it was lucky that Dezi had been so known for being snooty, that her disappointment would not be read as such.
“Can’t you, like, put it on her desk or something?” Deziree asked. She was so put out by it that the mere offer of showing her kitten heals turned her nose right up. “I’m short. Do I look like I’d wear kitten heels?” Oh, but the temptation to look at new shoes she would never own...
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"You look--" Daisy began, snapping a sharp look at the girl before breaking it with a soft, fake smile again, "--tall to me. Slender, even. Great figure you've got there in my opinion. Any heel would be flattering." She had to be careful. Deziree was still a paying customer, after all. Daisy grabbed the girl's untouched resume and held it so she could see her doing it. "Here you go, princess. Putting it on her desk now."
Daisy disappeared in the back for a moment and returned empty-ended. "Look, I'll be honest with you. I haven't seen Ms. DeVille in the actual storefront here in...some time. There's a chance it could be months before she even glances your CV. But-- and this is a big but because she hates being bothered. But maybe I could call her and tell her theres a new hire with tons of potential that I'd personally recommend."
Daisy gestured suddenly to the display of kitten heels in question with a devilish little smile. "--But you have to buy at least two pairs of those," she added quickly, "I need to sell ten by the end of the week."
The employee seemed quite nice, even in her explanation of the utter lack of discounts. Not even for the people who helped the sales get through, sheesh, Sally thought.
“Luxury might be priceless, but I don’t know if luxury’s all what’s cracked up to be,” she said. She did sigh quietly, and leave the sleeve alone. Knowing what she knew now, about the price range in that store, the seamstress wasn’t sure how to proceed: it was more than likely she wouldn’t end up buying anything, naturally. She did wonder if perhaps the store sold relatively affordable socks; after all, how much could super high quality socks cost? Ten dollars?
But first, she needed to appear interested enough in the general wares of the store, at the very least to not seem like she just popped in to complain about prices and then skedaddle without spending a cent. “May I ask, is your sweater one of the house’s designs?” she asked the kindly employee, sort of hoping that it wasn’t, and that she could direct her somewhere that wouldn’t make her bank account empty for the rest of the year. Truth be told, Sally was a sucker for a good cozy sweater.
If this had been Daisy's first or even her twentieth interaction like this, she would feel the sting of uncomfortableness. However, this was sort of the custom at this point with most people. They'd walk in and look around for a moment, flip a tag over and their eyes would bulge, and then they'd politely leave. It's not like Daisy blamed anybody - she'd do the same. And then she'd go home and try and replicate it herself. At this point, Daisy just wanted to smooth over the interaction and let the woman leave with her dignity.
Daisy beamed suddenly, and genuinely, at the question. "This sweater? You like this? I made this. It's a Daisy Pond original. --or something-- I'm working on my branding still." Then she got an idea. It was a brilliant one in fact, and one that could get in her lots of trouble if her boss ever heard about it...
"Maybe I could design something for you if you're interested," she began, as though she had done this a hundred times, "you have great taste, after all. I'd do it cheap too. Well, sell it cheap, not do it cheap. You know what I mean. What do you say?"
Sally smiled and nodded at the employee. “Thank you,” she said quietly, mostly thankful that the young woman wasn’t racing towards her and ready to swarm her with suggestions.
There were quite a few gorgeous clothing stores in Redwood Hollow, though it had to be said that very few if any of them offered an accessible price range. Sally was more than grateful for Ella’s boutique’s effort to maintain its quality while also staying reasonably affordable. And yet, she had to admit that, as undeniably gorgeous the gowns her friend designed were, she didn’t quite believe the fluffy fairy-tale vibes fitted her style. If she had to be in a fairytale, Sally thought to herself, wandering around the racks, odds were she would end up choosing to be more of a witch. In that regard, the Deville Design Haus storewindows had always seemed a bit more up her alley.
“Oh, my God,” the seamstress muttered in shock when she turned a pricetag around. She had heard Deville was not exactly cheap, but this was preposterous. Sally picked up the sleeve of a coat, and examined it with a scoff, as if it could really be worth all that much... As if you could truly except to demand a small fortune for that nice-quality, well-treated leather... For that exquisitely soft fur lining... For the beautiful cut of the waist and the gorgeous drop of the lower hem...
“Um... Excuse me,” Sally said to the employee, still gripping the sleeve in one hand, slightly embarrassed by her own fascination. “Is there...? Do you happen to know if there might be a sale coming soon? Or if there’s, um, some type of... Of discount, maybe?”
Daisy loved a quiet customer. Someone who came in and minded their business and didn't ask a hundred questions or pretend to know everything. Once the woman began looking around, Daisy resumed her position behind the counter but continued to observe her from afar. Daisy could recognize something off-the-rack from a mile away, but this woman was wearing something entirely original. She had good taste too, judging by the items she was choosing to check the prices of. It was a gorgeous coat and so expensive. Daisy was just about to move over to try and push the sale when the customer turned to her inquisitively.
The question made her smile an actual genuine smile, and Daisy broke her professional exterior somewhat. "Oh, honey, they don't even have employee discounts here. No, no...I wish. But no. The prices are set. And for good reason, I'm told. Luxury is priceless, after all."
