#interactions: donna

[jedimusings]

@rvkybusincv (charlie) 

“hey, there you are-,” they’d been separated in all of the chaos- and then donna started- acting like herself, or maybe acting like one of her alter egos- snooping, asking, attempting to put dots together. sure, she’d investigated things without a team before- she was a private detective these days. but it had been some time since she’d done something like this. she was badgering yet another party goer when she saw charlie in her peripheral vision. she turned. “hera herself, i think i could use a drink.” she sighed. “you want one?” 

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@fragilemxnds​ (sofia)

“no, no, no-,” she’d “it was red spandex first, but then i died-,” she lingered on that last word too much. dieeeeddddd. she’d had said it less casually if she wasn’t several beers in, plus the day drinking. “and then came back and changed to the black one. symbolic for-,” she paused, taking a swig. “adulthood, rebirth after- i don’t know.” she held up a finger. “i still have both though, if you ever want to borrow one.”

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@bcrncoldx (cooper)

Donna → “Agent” Cooper : hey hey, hope everyone’s favorite fbi agent is holding up during these truly, uncertain times.

Donna → “Agent” Cooper : btw, any idea what’s going on?

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@rvkybusincv​ (charlie)

he seemed not to remember her when she had reached out after all of the chaos. their friendship had been short, but donna didn’t have many friends in dc. and maybe in any other circumstances she would be stressed about charlie’s position, and she was still concerned- but after she had went through, she felt like he could overcome it too. until then- this friendship with a charlie who didn’t remember her was fine. really. he didn’t know much about her anyway, let alone her actual self, before he lost his memories. she was more concerned about that, than him remembering her particularly. baseball game hangs were easy, it was everything else that got difficult. “alright- i got us hotdogs each, and beers, stocked up on napkins-,” her arms were full, as well, “- but i’ve got salt and vinegar chips in my bag, the prices here are outrageous.”

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@canxonmxxn​ (diana)

“diana?” donna approached the other woman, the other with her back toward her. “i’m donna- your volunteer for the day. i usually work with dr. mcdonough in the archives but- apparently she’s got the day off.” donna was not sure why she was drawn to the museum- it was just one of the few things that made sense to her. she felt like herself there, assisting the archivist in logging and sorting and checking in on the old and forgotten pieces in storage, either temporally or for an indefinite amount of time. she could get lost in it, it’s why she spent so much of her free time doing it. 

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@dcpravities​ (babs)

donna had been trailing this woman, barbara gordon, off and on for about two weeks now. when donna wasn’t following the woman, she was checking out the places the woman had been, talking to people, whatever. donna was finishing up her detailed report for the lightwoods, it was nearly ready to be bound with the binding machine. something about them didn’t rub her the right way, and barbara gordon didn’t seem to be up to anything suspicious, but donna wasn’t paid to make any sort of judgement. it wasn’t orthodox to start a conversation with someone that she had been paid to investigate- but donna had a hunch that if her clients had a private detective on retainer- they wouldn’t have hired her; she didn’t foresee this being a longterm gig. so she approached one of the few open seats, took a seat, and ordered a drink. some bright red soda with vodka, it was her thing. “you know if that food’s any good here?”

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@dcpravities (roy) 

“nooooo.” donna lifted her hands to cover her eyes. “not you with the bow and arrow.” she did a turn, her mouth still wide in a grin. “what’s next, speedy? the red uniform?” she crossed her arms. “maybe i’ll got get mine, then? troia, not wondergirl- of course. i think we’ve moved past it. it’ll be just like old times.”

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a pairing like that would be most enchanting indeed. - Helena and Donna

@msgvidcdghsts // bridgerton memes // no longer accepting

“you gotta be kidding me?” she snorted in laughter- and she felt like herself when she did so, those moments when donna felt like herself- after- hera only knew how long- that she felt like herself again, it meant everything to her. “diana and superman? that’s too much, helena. too much.” she hadn’t stopped laughing- but she finally began to settle down. “that’d be like me and dick. just gross.”