Yes. I forgot the name of the actual pizza place this is modeled after but IIRC the Google Street View showed both a bookstore and a Goodwill on the other side of the street from the real restaurant.
or! in the aisles of the thrift store, Daisy runs into another idiotically attired doofus (false moustache and crinoline maybe). It’s Ruth!!! they bond over how ridiculously bad at adulting they both are. Against all expectations, their date goes pretty great.
Why yes i do watch romcoms
I guess it might be more Daisy telling herself not to be intimidated since she’s talked to people with power over her before, so to not get flustered here by Conquest.
Indeed, I was hoping my grammar well would show through. Kinda Ralph Wiggum, “that’s unpossible.” I’d suggest forming an association of people who support each other while individually feeling like dumpster fires, but I have no capacity to make such a thing happen. Frankly, I suspect anyone who could make it happen wouldn’t belong as a member. (Kinda Marx’ist: – wouldn’t want to be part of a club which would have me as a member.)
Oh Daisy, I felt the pain of that one. Maybe practice what to say before walking in? I don’t know how to help someone in this situation. It is too relatable.
once told my admissions contact (at my first choice of grad schools!) “love you” at the end of a phone call. the only reason i survived to tell the tale is the “love you too” i got in reply.
Oh god those bloopers are the worst. I do that sort of thing way too regularly and it is MORTIFYING. There are shops I avoid forever now because I was inappropriately casual to a salesperson and they just looked bemused and I wanted to die, thank god for big cities, I think I have a few years yet before my credit as a well-adjusted human is revoked everywhere and I just have to leave ^^
Oh, if we’re telling these tales, I told my leadership course to “come here,” remembered part way through that we say “on me” in the forces and what left my mouth (at full outside command volume), “come… on me.”
Plot twist: Galasso may have zero understanding of romance, but he’s seen enough patrons make fools of themselves the moment they speak to Conquest and come back wearing different clothes that he just made it part of his business model and started selling clothes right at the door.
Conquest has been instructed to act like she doesn’t recognize anyone wearing a different shirt. Buy a hoodie for $39.95 and she’ll pretend she can’t see you at all.
It’s actually the restaurant’s primary revenue stream now.
Oh no I just remembered the time I stopped to pick up a lunch for myself on my to meet up with some friends at a park, and I ended up going into a restaurant across the parking lot from the one I’d meant to go to, and ordering a BLT from a place whose whole deal was hotdogs and brats and stuff
The poor cashier was so confused when I ordered, somehow I still didn’t notice anything. He had to call the manager over to figure out how to handle it.
Somehow they managed to slap together a BLT and only after I paid and got my food did I realize it was the wrong place. I turned bright read instantly and scurried out as fast as I possibly could
This happened long before I started transitioning, but I can still never go back there. I can’t just take the risk of being somehow recognized
You jail methaneous bodily gaseous emissions, have faced the societal challenges of transitioning, and yet you can’t go back to a hotdog stand? My esteemed collegue, you have scaled Mt Everest, but now balk at stepping over a pea.
I am in awe that you had such presence and command, that when you ordered a BLT they just DID IT.
… How can you lose your car keys while driving ? Is it one of those new-fangled cars where the keys just need to be in the close proximity of the vehicle to work ?
No, it was old-fangled ADHD mixed with a sudden feeling that I’d forgotten something at home, going through my mental list of oft-forgotten things checking to see if I actually had them, and realizing that my keys weren’t in my pocket. After a few seconds of cursing I calmly and rationally thought through whether I needed to go back for them immediately, or if I could get by without them. I realized I wouldn’t be able to start my car without my keys, so when I next got out of the car, it had better be at home. So I turned around and headed home to get them.
My roommate had an old Jeep that he could pull the keys out without shutting it off and it would continue driving just fine. It really freaked one of our friends out whenever he did that though.
I had 2 finals that day. Theater and intro to art. I went to the art room and sat down. The teacher came in and gave us the test paper. Halfway through he said “Be sure to write section 2 on your paper.” I was in section 1. After I finished I ran to the theater room and it was empty. I had to find the teacher’s office and sheepishly explain. He let me take the final in the hallway there. I did well on both finals.
I do wonder what’s happening with all the clothing Daisy’s discarding she’s on like her second or third coat now right? Panel 3 implies she’s just chucking that shit on the street, I mean…at least donate it to a Goodwill or something.
Indeed, a visual representation of your idea is necessary to grasp the uh. paticulars of the scenario you describe. For, analysis. Of course to properly be a chain would require some manner of sequential, yet linked or interconnected interactions between adjacent participants in the chain.
Since neither Daisy, nor chain, are french, I’m pretty sure they would curl their lip in a slight sneer at the equating of such a vulgar english phrase being attributed to ‘la belle langue’. That said, I’m sure they could write a treatise on the technique itself.
And yes, it’s the less-specific equivalent of a circle-jerk.
it is true many of my fellow frenchfolk absolutely do fear for the purity of their precious language in the face of the combined assaults of enemies without (foreign loanwords, the internet) and within (the young, especially the non-aryan ones, and very especially the rappers).
i’m sure we are entirely alone in harbouring such existential dread. oh, and gone are the good old days, by the way. (/s!!! love my country. we are approximately the same level of trash as every other nation! yay)
oh, and no one in france calls french “la belle langue”. “La langue de Molière” is about as pompous a phrase as you can get away with, and it is very silly already. (don’t know about french canadians though)
as to your other preconception, it is absolutely true, french people are very good at sex. we just fornicate constantly, for some reason, oh and we have no concept of monogamy of course. it’s basically a nonstop orgy all day every day. it’s a bit much frankly. but as a result we are all top-notch lays.
I’m a canuck and must content with french language and culture protection laws. I had the pleasure of visiting Paris a few years back. There upon I discovered a way for french people to spot english canadians. Y’see, many of our packages are labelled with english on one side and french on the other. Despite having a /very little/ facility with french, I still habitually flip around a container if I pick it up and see french. As a result, literally every day in Paris I would pick things up off a store shelf and then flip it around looking for the english. :D. Had to laugh at myself ever time after the first.
May I ask if you’re Parisien ou … huh, I thought I recalled an expression meaning french but not of paris, but now I don’t know if that’s a thing or just a glitch in me brain.
haha yep, you might’ve also been mistaken for a Dutch-speaking Belgian, or German-speaking Swiss =)
I’m not from Paris, though i’ve lived there for a couple years at one point. It’s a cool city, though just a bit too huge for my liking. I live in Toulouse, population 1 million, it’s in the southwest.
“la province”, meaning “all the france that isn’t paris” is probably the word you were fishing for, but honestly, don’t use it, it’s sort of demeaning. most parisians don’t see the problem, astonishingly.
I’ve faced an terrifyingly angry and very large dog*, I’ve once had to head back home under a storm in complete darkness due to a power shortage*, and if need be, I’d do it again**.
Trying to go into a place a second time, right after making a fool of myself in front of pretty girl? Nope, awkward social interactions are the bane of my existence.
*Those situations were all due to being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and not because I’m some daredevil.
** But I really rather not.
Daisy, at this point, it’s obvious that running away is not doing any good. From what I’ve seen, Connie doesn’t think that there is anything weird about you at all (although continued neurotic behaviour on your part may change that). Just ignore your verbal trips, ask for the Lessick table and leave it at that.
You can fret on what being profoundly attracted to a 16-17-year-old girl means later.
It means she’s she’s a healthy bioligically active primate. What people do about it is what may or may not deserve fretting over. Or were you intending to imply she should borrow Danny’s ukelele?
Connie’s dad is Galasso. I don’t think she has a typical idea of what “weird* might mean. She’s also drawn in a stereotypically attractive manner, so Daisy being attracted to her on a strictly reactive, visual level doesn’t necessarily mean anything, especially if Daisy isn’t aware of Connie’s age.
Oh that was meant as not a critique at all, but rather a terrible internet dad-joke.
I don’t know for certain, but based on the comic updates following eastern time midnight updates, and matching daylight/standard schedule changes, and it being based at IU, that yes, it is likely eastern time zone. (the one in the western hemisphere, close-ish to the mid-west, and far from the middle-east).
So, Daisy will confess her love at first sight for Conquest and then walk away with her. Jennifer will know and she will have to go to Galasso to tell Ruth, then something will happen between them?
That would imply 5/40=x/100 => 50/4 =12.5 that Conquest has had twelve and a half frames in DoA. How does a chacter feature in half a frame? Isn’t it kind of an in-or-out situation? Or is this like a closet that one can be half-out-of, or a bag you can be half-in? If so, is it more the bag or the closet?
I like to imagine that Ruth, having anticipated the need to flag down her blind date (look for the person who looks like they’re lost?), has now seen BOTH of these exchanges, and has decided not to lend a hand.
Conquest’s 16 years old in this universe, as far as we know. The only other DoA characters, period, that come to mind in her age bracket are…Howard and Faz.
Ruth is gonna get stood up isn’t she
And then that’ll start drama with Billie
And then… Uh… Idk, they date again i guess? Somehow? These two are weird like that
Daisy, Daisy, tell me you’ll get here, do.
I’m going crazy at this table while waiting for you.
If you can’t arrive to date me
No way you’re not gonna hate me.
For you’ll get bongoed
If I’ve been ditched;
All my Ruthlessness comes out too.
(I don’t actually think Ruth will get mad at Daisy for this; she’ll be mad at.. ack, blanking on her name (set-up-this-blind-date ex), but… it worked better for the song parody.)
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Love truly is blind (to Connie not paying the least bit of attention to the fact Daisy is the same person each time)
also JUST GET THE DANG TABLE
I like to think she knows but is such an absolute professional that she’s giving Daisy the courtesy of personal greetings each time.
Whether she knows or not, I don’t think she cares.
She’s being paid to be nice. CARING costs extra.
Oh I’m sure she noticed, she just doesn’t care. She’s not paid enough to care lol.
I meant Connie isn’t fazed by the same person repeatedly coming back for some reason, in different outfits
Honestly I kind of ship these two now.
Luckily, there’s a Goodwill across the street, so Daisy can take quite a few tries to get this right.
Unluckily, she’ll need all of them. She finally sits down across from Ruth at 10 PM, wearing scuba gear and a tutu.
Luckily, Ruth’s super into it.
So which is it, a bookstore or a Goodwill?
¿Por qué no los dos?
Yes. I forgot the name of the actual pizza place this is modeled after but IIRC the Google Street View showed both a bookstore and a Goodwill on the other side of the street from the real restaurant.
Mother Bear’s Pizza.
In the DoA timeline, Galasso bought the company out sometime between when Hank and Carol attended and when Joyce enrolled.
If that Goodwill has a Maple Leafs jersey, Daisy could get very lucky.
I like to think she ran all the way to the Target at College Mall, even if that’s not a Target bag.
or! in the aisles of the thrift store, Daisy runs into another idiotically attired doofus (false moustache and crinoline maybe). It’s Ruth!!! they bond over how ridiculously bad at adulting they both are. Against all expectations, their date goes pretty great.
Why yes i do watch romcoms
I’m liking this version of Daisy already.
Yeah she’s clearly super worked up/flustered already. Hopefully the night goes we since she very much needs to be unwound.
Is interviewing the dean really an accolade? That seems pretty boring and almost an obligation for the school paper to me.
I guess it might be more Daisy telling herself not to be intimidated since she’s talked to people with power over her before, so to not get flustered here by Conquest.
is she ok?
Is anyone?
Aren’t everyone?
Nope. (indicates self) Case in point.
Indeed, I was hoping my grammar well would show through. Kinda Ralph Wiggum, “that’s unpossible.” I’d suggest forming an association of people who support each other while individually feeling like dumpster fires, but I have no capacity to make such a thing happen. Frankly, I suspect anyone who could make it happen wouldn’t belong as a member. (Kinda Marx’ist: – wouldn’t want to be part of a club which would have me as a member.)
No. <3
Like I said: Daisy will probably need at least three mulligans to get through this
And maybe a mullet.
I was gonna say that nobody is into mullets, but I suppose like most Canadians Ruth probably grew up swooning over her nation’s greatest action hero.
our greatest action hero is the littlest hobo
Counterpoint: Mullets are a staple of lesbian culture
Spanish anarchists of most genders are way into mullets since probably the 80’s, so… that’s a thing
What, that is not a picture of Mr. Canoehead, Canada’s greatest aluminum crime fighter.
She only has one left, then.
Not too late to move to another town and change your name
Oh Daisy, I felt the pain of that one. Maybe practice what to say before walking in? I don’t know how to help someone in this situation. It is too relatable.
I can only imagine how sour of a mood Ruth is going to be in for waiting this long.
Who do you think’s across the street watching Daisy exit and re-enter over and over?
Ruth: “in theory this could be anyone, in practise this is 100% the chick Jennifer set me up with”
Relatable. Embarrassingly so.
I’m happy to say that despite my many social ineptitudes, I haven’t done this yet
once told my admissions contact (at my first choice of grad schools!) “love you” at the end of a phone call. the only reason i survived to tell the tale is the “love you too” i got in reply.
Oh god those bloopers are the worst. I do that sort of thing way too regularly and it is MORTIFYING. There are shops I avoid forever now because I was inappropriately casual to a salesperson and they just looked bemused and I wanted to die, thank god for big cities, I think I have a few years yet before my credit as a well-adjusted human is revoked everywhere and I just have to leave ^^
Oh, if we’re telling these tales, I told my leadership course to “come here,” remembered part way through that we say “on me” in the forces and what left my mouth (at full outside command volume), “come… on me.”
Is this a military situation? If so, I don’t imagine it went unsnickered.
Yes, and yes.
… so it occurs to me that there might be a REASON that Daisy hasn’t had a date in two years, much less a successful one.
(sync)
I think that was a reasonable assumption to make a long time ago.
Is two years meant to be a long time?
Well she certainly seems to think so.
Arguably with her rabid libido, anything beyond a few weeks would count as a long time
At that age, it kind of is. Most (or even all?) of her time in college. A significant fraction of the time she’s likely been interested in dates.
I begin to see why Daisy’s dating life is what it is.
DAISY NO
DAISY YES
DAISY WHY
DAISY WHEN
DAISY HOW
DAISY NANI
DAISY BAKA
DAISY CHAIN
And yet they sell shirts inside.
Plot twist: Galasso may have zero understanding of romance, but he’s seen enough patrons make fools of themselves the moment they speak to Conquest and come back wearing different clothes that he just made it part of his business model and started selling clothes right at the door.
Conquest has been instructed to act like she doesn’t recognize anyone wearing a different shirt. Buy a hoodie for $39.95 and she’ll pretend she can’t see you at all.
It’s actually the restaurant’s primary revenue stream now.
That’s officially my headcannon now.
Oh no I just remembered the time I stopped to pick up a lunch for myself on my to meet up with some friends at a park, and I ended up going into a restaurant across the parking lot from the one I’d meant to go to, and ordering a BLT from a place whose whole deal was hotdogs and brats and stuff
The poor cashier was so confused when I ordered, somehow I still didn’t notice anything. He had to call the manager over to figure out how to handle it.
Somehow they managed to slap together a BLT and only after I paid and got my food did I realize it was the wrong place. I turned bright read instantly and scurried out as fast as I possibly could
This happened long before I started transitioning, but I can still never go back there. I can’t just take the risk of being somehow recognized
Just go in with a shirt that loudly proclaims ‘BLT =/= hotdogs’.
Turn your embarrassment into owning your snafu.
No, that requires acknowledging that the Event happened, and that’s just not happening
You jail methaneous bodily gaseous emissions, have faced the societal challenges of transitioning, and yet you can’t go back to a hotdog stand? My esteemed collegue, you have scaled Mt Everest, but now balk at stepping over a pea.
I am in awe that you had such presence and command, that when you ordered a BLT they just DID IT.
Honestly, I wish I could walk into a restaurant, order something that’s not even on the menu and then they actually proceed to make it.
Sounds like a pretty good restaurant.
I mean, it did kinda take 30+ years of deep denial before I finally faced it and accepted I was trans before I started said transition
Maybe I can shave this down to like 20
Hate to break it to you, but you not only acknowledged that the Event happened, you outright told everyone here about it.
(Not sure if it’s as embarrassing as me losing my car keys while I was driving, but it’s a contender.)
… How can you lose your car keys while driving ? Is it one of those new-fangled cars where the keys just need to be in the close proximity of the vehicle to work ?
No, it was old-fangled ADHD mixed with a sudden feeling that I’d forgotten something at home, going through my mental list of oft-forgotten things checking to see if I actually had them, and realizing that my keys weren’t in my pocket. After a few seconds of cursing I calmly and rationally thought through whether I needed to go back for them immediately, or if I could get by without them. I realized I wouldn’t be able to start my car without my keys, so when I next got out of the car, it had better be at home. So I turned around and headed home to get them.
Wow XD that is some next-level putting-on-your-glasses-to look-for-them type shit
My roommate had an old Jeep that he could pull the keys out without shutting it off and it would continue driving just fine. It really freaked one of our friends out whenever he did that though.
Well obviously! You can’t turn it off or brake if it’s not on! (toungue in cheek)
I managed to take the wrong final in college. That has to be way up there.
Did you get all the way through the test without realizing you’d never studied the material?
I had 2 finals that day. Theater and intro to art. I went to the art room and sat down. The teacher came in and gave us the test paper. Halfway through he said “Be sure to write section 2 on your paper.” I was in section 1. After I finished I ran to the theater room and it was empty. I had to find the teacher’s office and sheepishly explain. He let me take the final in the hallway there. I did well on both finals.
Daisy, relax! This is a date, not the SATs!
Dates are far scarier than any test, unless it is a relationship test, I guess.
Well, at least you can have fun on a date, or at least all other kinds along with cognitive euphoria.
Maybe not, but her results will be graded.
So first Leslie, then Daisy… do lesbians do this a lot?
Let’s ask Tiffany
RACINGTURTLE YOU USELESS NONLESBIAN
https://imgur.com/gallery/qz9hrxQ
Only the gay ones.
I do wonder what’s happening with all the clothing Daisy’s discarding she’s on like her second or third coat now right? Panel 3 implies she’s just chucking that shit on the street, I mean…at least donate it to a Goodwill or something.
They don’t take returns.
Hey, the struggle is real. Interaction with people sucks.
It really does.
I want this to be the entire storyline
If I gave Daisy a harem would you call it a daisy chain?
Perchance.
That’s when Daisy discovers she’s into bondage.
Indeed, a visual representation of your idea is necessary to grasp the uh. paticulars of the scenario you describe. For, analysis. Of course to properly be a chain would require some manner of sequential, yet linked or interconnected interactions between adjacent participants in the chain.
Isn’t that just French slang for five people diddling each other in a circle?
Since neither Daisy, nor chain, are french, I’m pretty sure they would curl their lip in a slight sneer at the equating of such a vulgar english phrase being attributed to ‘la belle langue’. That said, I’m sure they could write a treatise on the technique itself.
And yes, it’s the less-specific equivalent of a circle-jerk.
it is true many of my fellow frenchfolk absolutely do fear for the purity of their precious language in the face of the combined assaults of enemies without (foreign loanwords, the internet) and within (the young, especially the non-aryan ones, and very especially the rappers).
i’m sure we are entirely alone in harbouring such existential dread. oh, and gone are the good old days, by the way. (/s!!! love my country. we are approximately the same level of trash as every other nation! yay)
oh, and no one in france calls french “la belle langue”. “La langue de Molière” is about as pompous a phrase as you can get away with, and it is very silly already. (don’t know about french canadians though)
as to your other preconception, it is absolutely true, french people are very good at sex. we just fornicate constantly, for some reason, oh and we have no concept of monogamy of course. it’s basically a nonstop orgy all day every day. it’s a bit much frankly. but as a result we are all top-notch lays.
I’m a canuck and must content with french language and culture protection laws. I had the pleasure of visiting Paris a few years back. There upon I discovered a way for french people to spot english canadians. Y’see, many of our packages are labelled with english on one side and french on the other. Despite having a /very little/ facility with french, I still habitually flip around a container if I pick it up and see french. As a result, literally every day in Paris I would pick things up off a store shelf and then flip it around looking for the english. :D. Had to laugh at myself ever time after the first.
May I ask if you’re Parisien ou … huh, I thought I recalled an expression meaning french but not of paris, but now I don’t know if that’s a thing or just a glitch in me brain.
haha yep, you might’ve also been mistaken for a Dutch-speaking Belgian, or German-speaking Swiss =)
I’m not from Paris, though i’ve lived there for a couple years at one point. It’s a cool city, though just a bit too huge for my liking. I live in Toulouse, population 1 million, it’s in the southwest.
“la province”, meaning “all the france that isn’t paris” is probably the word you were fishing for, but honestly, don’t use it, it’s sort of demeaning. most parisians don’t see the problem, astonishingly.
Very good to know (both the expression and not to use it.) Merci beaucoup.
Blah blah blah d’la Pookie?
Poor neurotic mess. She might just be an ideal match for Ruth.
I dunno. Say what you will about Ruth, social embarrassment doesn’t seem to be a big thing for her.
I expect more mismatched clothing items on Daisy by the time Ruth arrives.
I’m choosing to believe Daisy is pulling an agent 47 and every time we see her in a new outfit there’s a dude knocked out in a dumpster somewhere
Shopping bag and pricetag visible in panel 5…
That just means the dumpster dude had just gone shopping
As erratic as Daisy’s being right now, she probably put the poor sod in the hay baler by mistake. We’ve all done it.
I’ve faced an terrifyingly angry and very large dog*, I’ve once had to head back home under a storm in complete darkness due to a power shortage*, and if need be, I’d do it again**.
Trying to go into a place a second time, right after making a fool of myself in front of pretty girl? Nope, awkward social interactions are the bane of my existence.
*Those situations were all due to being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and not because I’m some daredevil.
** But I really rather not.
No date survives first contact with the other person.
This one has problem getting even that far
Daisy, at this point, it’s obvious that running away is not doing any good. From what I’ve seen, Connie doesn’t think that there is anything weird about you at all (although continued neurotic behaviour on your part may change that). Just ignore your verbal trips, ask for the Lessick table and leave it at that.
You can fret on what being profoundly attracted to a 16-17-year-old girl means later.
It means she’s she’s a healthy bioligically active primate. What people do about it is what may or may not deserve fretting over. Or were you intending to imply she should borrow Danny’s ukelele?
Connie’s dad is Galasso. I don’t think she has a typical idea of what “weird* might mean. She’s also drawn in a stereotypically attractive manner, so Daisy being attracted to her on a strictly reactive, visual level doesn’t necessarily mean anything, especially if Daisy isn’t aware of Connie’s age.
yeah, I didn’t blink at her earlier appearances in this comic (Joe and Joyce’s date), but this look/style is giving me definite “oh no she’s hot”.
I wonder how often Conquest deals with this sort of thing.
Enough that she doesn’t seem fazed by it yet.
One would hope she never crosses paths with Faz
Dunno, I think she of all people would be able to handle the little creep.
His creepy, hormone-addled little brain short-circuiys at the mere sight of Conquest, thus she remains un-Faz-ed.
Thank you. Last night I was too tired to fazshion a suitable pun.
“Ah! My first besotted minion! Father told me that this would happen some day!”
Oh no!
Dang, Conquest is a better defence mechanism than the Black Gate of Mordor.
She is a sexy luminous blond gatekeeper for the shy and hornt.
Yotomoe would never gain entry to Galazzo’s.
I’m guessing it’s not Galazzo that Yoto would want entry to.
Could someone say the DoA timezone? Thank you.
Bloomington is in the Eastern time zone.
I’m not sure I can get the accent right with the double-half-dashed-underline, but: “the DoA timezone? Thank you.”
Writing at 3AM is hard, sorry.
What I’m saying is: Each page were posted by 12:01. What timezone is DoA site? Eastern time zone?
Oh that was meant as not a critique at all, but rather a terrible internet dad-joke.
I don’t know for certain, but based on the comic updates following eastern time midnight updates, and matching daylight/standard schedule changes, and it being based at IU, that yes, it is likely eastern time zone. (the one in the western hemisphere, close-ish to the mid-west, and far from the middle-east).
thank you so much
How many tries will it take before Daisy finally stays inside Galasso’s Pizza (and Subs) and finds Ruth?
She will become a clothing Matryoshka by the end of it.
Just a bunch of trenchcoats in a trenchcoat.
So, Daisy will confess her love at first sight for Conquest and then walk away with her. Jennifer will know and she will have to go to Galasso to tell Ruth, then something will happen between them?
Going well. I would be at home under my covers at this point.
I hear Tennessee has thrown its hat into the ring of “shittiest state”, so hearts out to transfolk. Y’know, again.
Poor Ruth
Daisy, single handedly saving the economy by going on one date.
More Connie, yay! Her screen time has gone up 40%.
That would imply 5/40=x/100 => 50/4 =12.5 that Conquest has had twelve and a half frames in DoA. How does a chacter feature in half a frame? Isn’t it kind of an in-or-out situation? Or is this like a closet that one can be half-out-of, or a bag you can be half-in? If so, is it more the bag or the closet?
It was the only reasonable course of action.
I like to imagine that Ruth, having anticipated the need to flag down her blind date (look for the person who looks like they’re lost?), has now seen BOTH of these exchanges, and has decided not to lend a hand.
Goddamnit, don’t remind me of the time I’ve done something similar to this, Willis!
Conquest will find this behavior adorable. Daisy ends up dating her instead.
Conquest’s 16 years old in this universe, as far as we know. The only other DoA characters, period, that come to mind in her age bracket are…Howard and Faz.
This finally happened to me last week.
Later:
RUTH: “Well, stood up again!”
At that point, BOOSTER walks in, still a bit upset at Walky and his sexy hair having run off. DYW follows.
I would pay all the money to see this.
Please, PLEASE tell me Ruth is watching all of this.
Poor soul, you were just too high strung.
Ruth is gonna get stood up isn’t she
And then that’ll start drama with Billie
And then… Uh… Idk, they date again i guess? Somehow? These two are weird like that
Anyone started a pool going on how long Sir Willis is going to milk this joke?
This was funny at first, but now I would like to get on with the plot.
this is a disaster and I must keep watching it
It’s like a train wreck. You don’t wanna stare, but you can’t look away.
Daisy, Daisy, tell me you’ll get here, do.
I’m going crazy at this table while waiting for you.
If you can’t arrive to date me
No way you’re not gonna hate me.
For you’ll get bongoed
If I’ve been ditched;
All my Ruthlessness comes out too.
(I don’t actually think Ruth will get mad at Daisy for this; she’ll be mad at.. ack, blanking on her name (set-up-this-blind-date ex), but… it worked better for the song parody.)
Meanwhile, there is only one true title for this page: “Whoops-a-Daisy.”