#Muse: Nancy Drew

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~Open to All~ Muse: Nancy Drew

"What are you doing here?' She gifts an exasperated sigh.

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When did you start shipping Frank and Nancy Drew and why?

Hiya Anony,

Growing up I was a DIE-HARD Nancy x Ned shipper. It was only after watching The Hardy Boys & Nancy Drew Mysteries that I wavered. Especially during the Meet Dracula episode and even more so in Arson & Old Lace. Sure. The episodes are a little corny, but there is CHEMISTRY between Parker Stevenson and Pamela Sue Martin.

Meet Dracula part 1 & 2

& the HollyWood Phantom part 1 & 2

But what really got me is--- Arson & Old Lace X

(its a different Nancy Fc, but--- Frank Hardy goes out of his way to keep looking for Nancy after she's been abducted by a guy named Rathbone. He refuses to believe she's dead even after six months and makes it his personal mission to save her)

That said: I still am open to ALL the Nancy ships: Nancy x Ned, Nancy X Frank, Nancy X Joe, Nancy x Male oc (as long as there is chemistry)

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@avictimofthejazz

"I worry about you."

[horseshoe-bay-ledger]

Anyway for me the importance of ‘since the volcano’ meant more than it just being that long but also what that moment itself represented — what it showed of Nancy herself and what it shows about how Ace saw, and continues to see, her.

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I edited this post from what it said before to a more accurate post; I was kind of off-base about some things.

All the different people I could find in the trailer that looked like they had something to do with the plot-and my musings about them mixed with some of Arglefumph's thoughts from his reveal reaction.

The first guy feels like he's more the person who brings Nancy into the mystery, like he's her superior in the case like Sophia Leporace from VEN. And the long haired blonde {who I think Arglefumph said was named Adela} is the owner of the necklace. The rest though...are they all suspects? 'Cause that's a LOT of suspects :D.

I feel like we befriend Radek, since there's a clip of only Nancy and him sleuthing in the...prisons? dungeons? And he seems to know some things that would endanger him and make the culprit(s) come after him, since he's the one who says that "Monsters in Prague sometimes don't look it", or something to that effect.

The first older guy doesn't have much screen-time, but I think he's the one talking about the history of Prague in the beginning and then he's talking about the Alchemists back in the day being very clever; so, he's an historian?

Oskar, the only clips I've seen of him so far have been of him on the phone or angry, sooooooo...is he suspect #1? 'Cause the clips HER puts out of specific characters does help set the mood of each character, right? Plus, he kinda seems like a Thanos-from-LIE type character in that you don't wanna mess with him. Argle said he's the main museum guy, and the fact that he's somewhat cranky and always on the phone + I'm sure we'll have to snoop in his desk {probably the one we saw in the trailer} at some point; is he the one in the black market?

Lady with the flowers looks like the owner of the coffee shop, and since Adela and her seem to get into a fight; is it a case where one of the people who bring us into the case is the bad guy and are trying to cover their tracks {but what would Adela have to gain?}, or is Coffee-Shop-Lady suspect #2 and is one of the most suspicious suspects?

The second older guy seems like a tourist guide/business owner who deals with tourists a lot, and that's most all of what I gleaned from his very short screen-time.

Elka also seems to be friendlier than quite a few of the other characters in the trailer, she has a laptop with a whole lotta stickers from Nancy's cases, we've learned more about her than really any of the others, and she's the one telling us to be careful online, so my speculations of her are: she's a fan of Nancy's and so she wants to be friends with us/help us? Maybe we team up with her {and/or Radek} {and possibly Ned if he's in the game physically at all?} unofficially to figure out who's stolen the gems? After all, she's the one who's most associated with technology {which also makes her more of a suspect, lol}.

And the last lady-the Lillian Weiss lookalike. I just found out she's the jewelry store owner, and doesn't seem the happiest about Nancy asking questions about the stolen gems, although that could be just her protecting her job? In any case, this lady from the trailer seems kinda cranky and implied that everything with the necklace was fine when everyone else was sure the gems were fake, so is she hiding something about the case? Is she the one in the black market?

Honestly, I don't know anything about these characters other than what's been officially stated, so this is all just theory, but what about you guys? What do you think of each of the characters? Do you agree with me on some things, or do you have way different ideas of these guys?

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Nancy flashes John a grin of approval and gratitute. Working cases always seemed more fun with an accompaniment rather than on one's own. Besides, he also wasn't terrible to LOOK at. Not that she'd ever be caught dead with such a confession. Drew is every bit the consumate professional.

The strawberry blonde turned with him. "Strange?" She drags her teeth over the swell of her lower-lip as observant eyes begin to go through a mental check-list. None of the windows APPEAR fiddled with. There's no glass broken or chips taken out around the sides. Next, her gaze goes to the door. That, however, wasn't FREE of suspicion. There were marks-- almost as if a crowbar had been used to pry the door open.

Distracted in thoughts, she finds her strawberry-blonde brows furrow. "Lights? Like lanterns or candles?" She softly questions. "From where you're at-- with your house, can you tell?" Nancy prods.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, she dares to make a proposal. "Want to camp out with me tonight? We could see if the lights return? Unless you have something more urgent or pressing to attend to."

John gave Nancy a smile. "I'm willing to offer my help." He was glad that she didn't push him away. He could of solved the mystery himself, but it's more interesting when two people work together. Especially when they both have different points of view.

He turned his attention to the house as Nancy spoke to him. "Well, I know there's been some strange things going on. I'm not a believer of ghosts, but I know someone, or something is in there. Lights have been going on through the windows at night . I've seen them from my house. To be honest, I have no clue to who's house it is. I'm new to this area. But I'm curious to know what's going on around here." He explained.

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Late Night Calls: Nancy & Troy

@anoseforrottenapples​ continues X

“Come on, come on, come on,” Nancy impatiently wills, as if the phone in all it’s wisdom could force a response on the other end. She hasn’t got enough time to hazard making another call. She hedged all of her bets with calling the one man she hopes can help....

“T--Troy?!” Nancy internally thanks God, though his name departs her lips more languidly than simple fatigue can inspire. Clutching the receiver betwixt porcelain fingers, Nancy pulls her slumping frame upright. “I--- I -- messed up.” The confession is given, tremulous and agonized. 

“I--- I don’t have m--mu--much time. They-- they don’t know I’ve untied myself.” Her glassy sky blues skitter about the room. “Re-- remember how you told me not to go after Ross Stone? Well---” She did. The stubborn PI went right on snooping. Now, consequently, she’s battered, drugged, and awaiting a hasty execution. That is, if she survives being overdosed. “He’s got --” Nancy’s head of strawberry blonde hair lulls back against a desk drawer. “He’s got a fairly big operation goi---going.” She continues drowsily feeding him information. 

Staggered breaths attempt to remedy the burning in her lungs. Nancy’s usually firm fingers lax to the point she nearly drops the phone all together. “I--- I need y-- you to remember this-- Flight 460 to Auckland.” A sizeable gap comes before Nancy finds the strength to utter more. “Four Am.” She swallows sharply battling consciously to finish. “De--- departure ga---” Frustrated, Nancy thumps her head against the desk in an effort to finish the statement. “De--departure gate nine.”

“Y--y---you hav---have to s--stop them.” Nancy expreses. Drawing in a slow inhale through the nose, Nancy adds. “T--- tell my Dad a---and Hannah I --- I love him. Okay?”

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okay sorry one last one: 50, dealer's choice

50. rudely barging in on a white veil occasion (from this list) you say dealer’s choice, I say DREW CREW! 🔎✨ set several years in the future so all these characters can legally drink and technically not be child brides, basically 🥂💍

After breaking several traffic laws to get there in record time, Nick and Ace barge in to the fitting area of Delia’s Bridal Shop in Augusta to find burn marks on the plush beige carpet as well as the remnants of several broken champagne glasses scattered on the floor. Nancy is standing center stage, as it were, grasping George by the arms but they both turn in surprise when the boys enter.

“Nancy, don’t!” Nick calls, first to act as always.

“Whatever you’re feeling right now,” Ace tries to say while still catching his breath after the sprint from the parking lot, “it’s not you. It’s the—!”

“Earrings,” Nancy replies flatly. “The ones Ryan gave me to wear, from the Hudson estate.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, cautiously, throwing a baffled look in Ace’s direction. “It turns out they belonged to one of the Women in White, and she—”

“Went crazy at her own wedding and killed a bunch of the guests,” George finishes for him, with a grim smile. “So, now they’re infused with her rage.”

“Yeah,” Ace responds, feeling his heart rate hesitantly returning to normal, “and it looks like Temperance held onto them and they got passed down through the Hudsons because…”

“She’s a nightmare person from Hell,” Bess says, nodding from an overstuffed chaise nearby, somehow managing to look both exhausted and blasé at the same time.

“Wait,” Nick says, gesturing at Nancy and George, “if you’re not in the midst of some bridal meltdown, how did you know about the earrings? And what’s with this mess?”

George gives Nancy an arch look. “Someone decided it might be nice to let the salesgirl try on her spooky family heirloom jewelry because she’s just sooo friendly and accommodating.”

At Nick and Ace’s mutual confused looks, Bess gestures to the corner, where a disheveled salesgirl is tied up in dressing room curtains and snoring gently as she presumably sleeps off the side effects of the curse, then holds up what Ace recognizes as her kit of spell components that she keeps in her purse.

“Magical first aid kit,” she announces proudly before taking a swig out of the last intact champagne flute, “never leave home without it!”

“How was I supposed to know the earrings were cursed?” Nancy asks, helplessly.

“Well, they are from the Hudsons,” Nick offers, getting a universal murmur of agreement from everyone else.

“Yeah, no more gifts or relics from that side of the family, please,” Ace says, moving to put his arm around her shoulders soothingly.

“Nothing older than twenty years, I promise,” she replies, leaning into his side. “Though, Bess did break the curse on the earrings, so…”

“Nancy!” Bess yells.

“Absolutely not,” Nick puts in.

“Not happening,” Ace objects.

“Ryan is rich. He can buy you new earrings,” George says, shaking her head and going to stand with Nick.

“Fine,” Nancy grumbles. “I guess we don’t need the risk of any extra bad luck for our wedding anyway.”

“Extra bad luck?” Ace asks. “Without the earrings, what do we have to worry about?”

Nancy bites her lip and looks uncomfortably at George and Bess. “Well, I know it’s old-fashioned, but it is considered bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the ceremony and…you’re, well…”

When she gestures down at her body, Ace notices her dress for the first time. It’s…big, with a lot of layers of tulle and…a lot more rhinestones around the neckline than he could have anticipated. The minute he spots the enormous bows down the back, he catches up and slaps a hand over his eyes.

“Oh, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think! I was so worried about the cursed earrings that I…”

“Goddammit,” George says.

Ace looks over at her, in case something else has suddenly gone wrong, only to find Nick trying desperately not to laugh while she glares at Nancy.

“Pay up, baby!” Nancy says, with a triumphant grin.

“What,” Ace says, not even bothering to make it a question.

“George bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t put this dress on and be able to convince you I was going to buy it,” Nancy says, patting his chest with her palm. “I was just going to text you a photo but you made it a lot easier by showing up. You should’ve seen your face.”

“That’s so mean,” Ace says, even as relief floods through him.

“As if I’d ever choose this dress of all things.”

“I’m still coming down from a panicked adrenaline high and I feel that I should be graded on a curve as a result.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to give Nancy twenty dollars?” George asks, as she fishes a bill out of her bra.

“Hell no,” Nancy replies, snatching it out of her hands. “Weddings are expensive.”

Ace nods at the damage around them. “Yeah, and I have a feeling these guys aren’t going to give us a discount.”

“Maybe there’s a matching wedding dress in the Hudson House of Horrors you could borrow,” Nick suggests.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Nancy says, darkly, curling even further into Ace’s side.

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Nace Week 2023, day 5, free choice: Parallels between Nancy and Ace and my other favourite investigative duos

4.01, The Dilemma of the Lover’s Curse // 2.12, Chapter Twenty-Five: The Wicked and the Divine.

4.13, The Light Between Lives // 7.06, The Time of Our Lives.

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An explative of sorts threatens to come with her SUDDEN exhale. She meant to CONCEAL that card before any of the SNOOPS in the house discovered it. Too LATE now, it's in the detective's hands. "Yes, uh-" Nancy nervously ambles, "he did mention that he is on his way to Jersey." She finds herself blushing. "But I'll probably be too BUSY to see him at the convention." It's a KNOWN lie. She prays that she won't be too occupied to NOT see him. There were true feelings blossoming under the pretense of UNFEELING.

Hurried footsteps cause Nancy to cross the room to reclaim the PRIVATE letter. "Why are you so INVESTED in my corrispondences?" Then taking a deliberate, low and posed blow, she adds. "You don't seem to take any interest in Ned, George, or Bess's?"

"Well now this is interesting, Nancy..." Troy carefully kept his tone neutral as he pursued the card in his hand. "It looks like Frank's mighty keen on coming out to New Jersey to see you again. Did you know about his holiday plans?" Of course, if Nancy did not want Troy to see her card from Frank, she should not have left it lying smack on the hall end-table with the rest of the mail. She was practically begging a snoop like himself to start reading it.

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working on a screencap redraw hehehehe. i snapped a screenie as soon as this scene came up, it was too funny

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it's locked.

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Arlo's too motivated, too hyper fixated on the endgame, to see the deception laid out, plain, before his very eyes. If only he had been more attentive towards Nancy Drew and that damnably nosey household staff of her's, he'd recognize the ill-veiled masquerade.

In haste, the pursuit is returned to. A death knell seems to toll endlessly in the recesses of his imagination. He must not fail Ross Stone. He must find the meddlesome part-time investigator. His feet fly ever faster towards the task to secure his continuance of LIFE.

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A subtle shuffle of footsteps barely imprints upon her consciousness. Clumsy fingers curl, grappling for the resolve to wake. However, wakefulness is a far off, untouchable, ungraspable land. She's wading too far into warm, murky waters to turn back now, to rouse, even though her life may very well depend upon it.

There's a presence on her shoulder and every inch of her tremors with jolting force which causes the strawberry blonde to groan. Her brows tug upwards at the relentless beckoning. A breath snakes betwixt snared teeth as Nancy strives to comply yet finds herself floundering. She groans, this time with more insistent fervor.

Sleep has coiled it's impossibly tight tendrils about her and was not intent to concede with ease, despite Nancy's efforts. Her lids lift, cloudy eyes attempt to find Troy, but slowly start retreating to whites again. Compliance is testing her resolve. Her wetted tongue graces her lower-lip as she tries to speak, to asking a question so pertinent that it FLARES and BURNS in the tiredness of a mind about to shut down. If only she could fashion the words upon her bended tongue---

And in the instant it takes to draw in a breath, her impending question evaporates. Muted lips pressed together in frustration.

"T-- t-tr-troy--?" She numbly murmurs. Hazily, it takes her a few minutes to tack on, "fi-five m-more-- more minutes." Her grasp on tone is waning, crackling to the brim with the intensity of her fatigue.

Defiance etches through her veins, willing her to remain asleep upon the cold marble floor. A floor that felt more like the sanctuary of a luxurious bed by the minute. Shallowing breathes do little other than exasperate her-- Ever the valiant warrior, she keeps trying to render her eyes open.

"Whe-where's---" Nancy mumbles half-coherently. The name failing to come to mind.

For a long, awkward minute Arlo simply stares at Troy. Troy narrows his eyes slightly in response, trying to decide if Arlo recognizes him, or is doubting his story for some reason. Lying is not one of Troy’s strongest suits. His best spy technique is to lay on the plodding country copper bit as thick as humanly possible until most people think he has the IQ of a turnip. Unfortunately, that will not do much good in this situation. Luckily for him, Arlo is not interested in debating anything for too long. With his own head on the chopping block, he must work fast if he wants to stay alive. Troy cannot find much sympathy for the other man’s plight though. Arlo wiggled his way into Nancy’s confidences under false pretenses, and is the reason she is in this danger. As far as Troy cares, the other man is only going to get what is coming to him for being a sleaze. If he wanted to live to a ripe, old age he should have considered another career. Arlo accepts his answer after a minute, likely figuring that even a dubious lead is better than nothing at all. Snapping orders, and a threat, toward Troy, he starts barreling toward the exit. Troy accepts both statements with a simple ‘Sir’, holding still just long enough to see the front door slam behind Arlo. As soon as it does, he starts trotting up the hall. After futility checking a few rooms, he catches up with one of the maids. His request to know where the study is met with a suspicious glare… until he pulls a twenty out of his wallet. The money vanishes down the front of the woman’s shirt as she promptly directs him to the right door while swearing she never saw him up here.

Nodding his thanks, Troy makes his way to the indicated room, and eases the door open. “Nancy?” He hisses his charge’s name. The room is dark, but he pats his pockets and finds the guard’s flashlight still in one of them. Flicking it on, he directs the beam across the room as he moves through it carefully. As he rounds the corner, he swears under his breath when the light lands on Nancy, sprawled out on her side and unconscious.

Crouching by her side, Troy’s free hand finds her shoulder and shakes it firmly. “Nancy? Come on darling, you’ve got to wake up. I can fling you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, but it’ll probably get people talking. So, I need you to wake up a bit. Once we’re in the clear, you can sleep.”

Once they are out of here, his first stop is going to be the hospital so Nancy can get her stomach pumped, and they can find out what Arlo and Ross shot her up with. There is no point in telling Nancy that. If she does wake up in time to hear that, she will just insist that she is fine, and does not need to see a doctor. The girl is stubborn like that.

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starter call!

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"Did they lock you in here?" (Nancy)

The freezer is PERILOUSLY FRIGID. A fact that seems hopelessly entombed in Nancy Drew's bones even as she shiveringly crouches beside an injured Frank Hardy. The cornered burly suspect had intended the blow for her, but that STUBBORN menace of a boy interceded on her behalf. It was FOOLISH. So damnably FOOLISH, that she intended to lecture him at LENGTH. That is, provided they SURVIVE this mess.

"Come on, Frank. Stay with me." The Strawberry blonde mutters, draping her only coat over his quivering figure. Her stiffened fingers cradle his handsome face as she studies the steady rise and fall of his chest. He's still ALIVE!!! A surge of reassurance pushes through Nancy's veins. Settling with that realization, she returns once more to render a valid escape plan. Fenton would never forgive her if she was the cause of death for his eldest boy.

For over an hour, Nancy tries with a sense of desperation to unjam the fail-safe door. Their murder suspect must have blocked it. With battered and raw hands, she continues the ceaseless rapping on the door. "H--- He---HELP!!!" She rasps. Her usually pleasant voice crumbles, grating, much like the texture of an old town back road. "H-- help!" She persists though the chord of her voice is growing more fragile with every beckoning.

Thankfully, she reminds herself that she left a note for Sadie explaining that she and Frank were going to Le Bistro De Pari in order to confront Brugo Delefant (the murder suspect) in hopes of gaining a confession. Unfortunately, all of her plans went OFF the rails. Brugo happened to have there heavy weight bodyguards. Now, Frank was hurt, and she is being forced to play a dangerous waiting game.

Precious moments seem to tick by so gradually, its a question as to IF they're really passing at all. Her strength is rapidly waning. It is replaced with a NUMB almost a thousand fathoms deep. The only thing that snaps Drew from her RESIGNATION to an ugly FATE, is the COMFORTING sound of Sadie's VOICE.

Tired eyes flicker upwards. "Frank. He-- he ne-- needs help!!!" Nan stiffly mutters. His health and safety taking prescident over answering Sadie's inquiry. Then she swallows down harshly. "Brugo Delefant did this---be--be--because - he's--- is-- g---u---guilty."

"O-- once I -- I thaw I want to help you n--n-nail him."