Dial My Number || Darcy calls Clint
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xp_logsDarcy contacts Clints after stalkerish photos land in her inbox.
Darcy had contacted Jane a few days ago for help and gotten Clint's number in return, but she'd put off calling him in hopes that the entire situation would just blow over if she kept quiet. She knew it was foolish, and after some of the garbage in her e-mail this morning, well... it was definitely past time to make that call.
She typed the numbers off the sticky note carefully into her phone and hit send. "Is this Clint?"
"Yep," Clint said, phone stuck between his ear and his shoulder as he tried to figure out what he wanted to put in his egg scramble. "Is this Darcy?"
"Yeah, uh.. sorry to bother you this early, but Jane gave me your number and told me to call if things didn't blow over?" She paced the floor in her room while talking, then paused to think. "And well... the shit kinda hit the fan in my e-mail today. It's mostly been obnoxious, but what appeared recently is actually terrifying."
"Okay," Clint said, turning the dial on the stove to shut off the eye. Breakfast could wait. "So what do you want to do? I've got a couple options to offer, but I want to know what you need. I will say, though, dropping off the radar is probably a good idea."
"I was hoping... a couch, or something for a few nights? And then I could make my way back to my family, but then these e-mails and just..." she trailed off for a minute as her laptop pinged at her. "I haven't even checked my voicemail since the first day, and my family... dropping off the grid is probably for the best. Really, anything you can do I'd be grateful for."
"Okay, so quick and dirty version of things that I will totally explain to you more in depth later," Clint began, leaning back against his kitchen counter. "I've got some connections that'll give you a place to chill, no questions asked. It's mutant friendly and ridiculously secure. I've got a guy who can scrub your virtual footprint, remove all the intel on you that's online. That'll offer your family some protection, too. There's honestly no catch, but I'll be up front. It's not likely you're gonna be able to go back to doing what you were doing. And these people, they can help you figure out how to work your mutation, whatever it is."
Darcy flopped into her computer chair, exhaling a sigh of relief. "That's... amazing, really. I didn't expect I'd be able to do much, but maybe I can use what I've learned in other ways." She chuckled mirthlessly as a thought popped into her head. "If nothing else, I have excellent qualifications as a glorified scientist babysitter. I really appreciate this, Clint. No idea what my mutation might be, and being outed is beyond just damn inconvenient, but it's good I won't have to worry as much about my family. How do I get to you, and when?"
"We'll come to you," Clint said, quirking a smile of his own. "Before we do, though, let's talk about the emails and stuff that's got you rattled. We'll want to figure out a good time to drop in and you'll need time to pack and stuff, right? But if you're feeling threatened right now, we can work around that."
"I haven't left my apartment in a few days, if that says anything about the threat I'm feeling. I quit listening to voicemail even before that, my unlocked twitter account is a complete loss, and my e-mail is a cesspit. It wasn't that bad at first, a few capslocked notes about how mutants are going to hell and similar, although the volume's steadily increased. That's why I didn't contact you immediately after talking to Jane. But then... late last night? I got an e-mail that had direct violence threats and snapshots of me going through my day. A few creepy text messages matched up with that e-mail and a few others. Photoshops of my mutilated corpse, standard high-level harassment." Her voice got progressively detached as she recited what had been going on since the article came out. "People have been harassing my roommates to a lesser extent, and then I got an e-mail with pictures of my youngest cousin at school, and that's when I sucked it up and called you."
"Wow, okay," Clint said, straightening up out of the semi-slouch he'd settled into. "So, what we're gonna do. You're gonna give me your GPS coordinates. I'm gonna talk to my tech guy and my transport and we'll be there in, like, I dunno. An hour or two, tops. Use that time to pack. That level of stalker behavior and the implicit threat to your family members is kind of farther than I thought it'd go, even with them doxxing you."
She looked up her GPS coordinates and rattled them off, then glanced around her room trying to figure out how she'd manage to pack it all in just a few hours. "Luggage. Are we talking things that aren't easily replaced only, or the bulk of my things, or what? How on earth are you getting here so fast?"
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Clint frowned and said, "Definitely things that aren't easily replaceable. If you have the kind of luggage that'll allow you to pack up your other stuff, go for it. If not, just lock your room or whatever and we can go back to get the rest of it when you're not actively being threatened. Also, you'll find out how I'm getting there when I get there. Call your family and let them know what's going on. And that you'll be getting a new number that you'll give them once you've got it. Don't wanna panic them, right? But also warn them that somebody's watching them - or at least your littlest cousin."
"Okay, I can do all of that. I really do appreciate all of your help, Clint. I'll bake you something if I can once you get me to wherever I'm going in thanks. Just tell me what you want." Darcy smiled for the first time in a few days, and got up to start packing.
Darcy had contacted Jane a few days ago for help and gotten Clint's number in return, but she'd put off calling him in hopes that the entire situation would just blow over if she kept quiet. She knew it was foolish, and after some of the garbage in her e-mail this morning, well... it was definitely past time to make that call.
She typed the numbers off the sticky note carefully into her phone and hit send. "Is this Clint?"
"Yep," Clint said, phone stuck between his ear and his shoulder as he tried to figure out what he wanted to put in his egg scramble. "Is this Darcy?"
"Yeah, uh.. sorry to bother you this early, but Jane gave me your number and told me to call if things didn't blow over?" She paced the floor in her room while talking, then paused to think. "And well... the shit kinda hit the fan in my e-mail today. It's mostly been obnoxious, but what appeared recently is actually terrifying."
"Okay," Clint said, turning the dial on the stove to shut off the eye. Breakfast could wait. "So what do you want to do? I've got a couple options to offer, but I want to know what you need. I will say, though, dropping off the radar is probably a good idea."
"I was hoping... a couch, or something for a few nights? And then I could make my way back to my family, but then these e-mails and just..." she trailed off for a minute as her laptop pinged at her. "I haven't even checked my voicemail since the first day, and my family... dropping off the grid is probably for the best. Really, anything you can do I'd be grateful for."
"Okay, so quick and dirty version of things that I will totally explain to you more in depth later," Clint began, leaning back against his kitchen counter. "I've got some connections that'll give you a place to chill, no questions asked. It's mutant friendly and ridiculously secure. I've got a guy who can scrub your virtual footprint, remove all the intel on you that's online. That'll offer your family some protection, too. There's honestly no catch, but I'll be up front. It's not likely you're gonna be able to go back to doing what you were doing. And these people, they can help you figure out how to work your mutation, whatever it is."
Darcy flopped into her computer chair, exhaling a sigh of relief. "That's... amazing, really. I didn't expect I'd be able to do much, but maybe I can use what I've learned in other ways." She chuckled mirthlessly as a thought popped into her head. "If nothing else, I have excellent qualifications as a glorified scientist babysitter. I really appreciate this, Clint. No idea what my mutation might be, and being outed is beyond just damn inconvenient, but it's good I won't have to worry as much about my family. How do I get to you, and when?"
"We'll come to you," Clint said, quirking a smile of his own. "Before we do, though, let's talk about the emails and stuff that's got you rattled. We'll want to figure out a good time to drop in and you'll need time to pack and stuff, right? But if you're feeling threatened right now, we can work around that."
"I haven't left my apartment in a few days, if that says anything about the threat I'm feeling. I quit listening to voicemail even before that, my unlocked twitter account is a complete loss, and my e-mail is a cesspit. It wasn't that bad at first, a few capslocked notes about how mutants are going to hell and similar, although the volume's steadily increased. That's why I didn't contact you immediately after talking to Jane. But then... late last night? I got an e-mail that had direct violence threats and snapshots of me going through my day. A few creepy text messages matched up with that e-mail and a few others. Photoshops of my mutilated corpse, standard high-level harassment." Her voice got progressively detached as she recited what had been going on since the article came out. "People have been harassing my roommates to a lesser extent, and then I got an e-mail with pictures of my youngest cousin at school, and that's when I sucked it up and called you."
"Wow, okay," Clint said, straightening up out of the semi-slouch he'd settled into. "So, what we're gonna do. You're gonna give me your GPS coordinates. I'm gonna talk to my tech guy and my transport and we'll be there in, like, I dunno. An hour or two, tops. Use that time to pack. That level of stalker behavior and the implicit threat to your family members is kind of farther than I thought it'd go, even with them doxxing you."
She looked up her GPS coordinates and rattled them off, then glanced around her room trying to figure out how she'd manage to pack it all in just a few hours. "Luggage. Are we talking things that aren't easily replaced only, or the bulk of my things, or what? How on earth are you getting here so fast?"
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Clint frowned and said, "Definitely things that aren't easily replaceable. If you have the kind of luggage that'll allow you to pack up your other stuff, go for it. If not, just lock your room or whatever and we can go back to get the rest of it when you're not actively being threatened. Also, you'll find out how I'm getting there when I get there. Call your family and let them know what's going on. And that you'll be getting a new number that you'll give them once you've got it. Don't wanna panic them, right? But also warn them that somebody's watching them - or at least your littlest cousin."
"Okay, I can do all of that. I really do appreciate all of your help, Clint. I'll bake you something if I can once you get me to wherever I'm going in thanks. Just tell me what you want." Darcy smiled for the first time in a few days, and got up to start packing.
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