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entrancelogs2018-11-08 09:27 am
mucked) wrote in entrancelogs2018-11-08 09:27 am
Entry tags:
( closed) and you've had enough; what you're trying to dig up
Who: Peggy Carter & Chloe Decker
Where: First Floor; various locations.
When: Backdated to Early November
Rating: PG-13, perhaps discussion of murder?
Summary: Peggy and Chloe are surveilling the same suspect. Cop talk ensues.
The Story:
[ there's a part of her that would still rather not believe it. it's difficult to fashion leopold fitz into a murderer in her mind. she recalls carefully picked-through conversations -- ones where he'd shown such a physical aversion to killing, such expectant shame for things he'd done or almost done, that he might have indeed been the very last on a long list of unlikely killers. but something had changed; that much is obvious. and more than most things, she trusts steve's gut. her faith in him supersedes so much else.
so here she's been -- camping out in various spaces throughout the first floor. there's been no accessing the old shield headquarters. peggy hasn't tried again since her name (her one chit to trade on) didn't gain her access. at the very least she can watch the hallway's comings and goings. some days she hopes to find the performing arts space empty so she can play-act that she's using it as a quiet corner to peruse some papers, a book, the network.
other times (like today) she's pushed back a bit: forced to keep her vigil in the coffee shop, instead. it's not ideal but it's something. peggy sits with a pot of tea (one gradually going from lukewarm to cold) and a pair of emptied plates. she's finished two slices of pie and, just now, seems likely to fetch another.
only...only it hasn't been the door she's been watching. it's been chloe decker. over the past week, she's caught sight of the detective more and more. and she's certain the detective has noticed her in turn. they keep the same hours; they keep the same paths; they keep the same tactics. more than one knowing glance has passed between them -- except peggy can't discern why chloe's glances should know anything at all.
which is why she invites her self to chloe's table -- two plates of carrot cake in hand -- and decides to skip the part where they might beat around the bushes together. ]
Rather tricky, isn't it? [ she slides one plate over to chloe. ] Conducting a stakeout in such an underpopulated building. Damned impossible not to get noticed.
Where: First Floor; various locations.
When: Backdated to Early November
Rating: PG-13, perhaps discussion of murder?
Summary: Peggy and Chloe are surveilling the same suspect. Cop talk ensues.
The Story:
[ there's a part of her that would still rather not believe it. it's difficult to fashion leopold fitz into a murderer in her mind. she recalls carefully picked-through conversations -- ones where he'd shown such a physical aversion to killing, such expectant shame for things he'd done or almost done, that he might have indeed been the very last on a long list of unlikely killers. but something had changed; that much is obvious. and more than most things, she trusts steve's gut. her faith in him supersedes so much else.
so here she's been -- camping out in various spaces throughout the first floor. there's been no accessing the old shield headquarters. peggy hasn't tried again since her name (her one chit to trade on) didn't gain her access. at the very least she can watch the hallway's comings and goings. some days she hopes to find the performing arts space empty so she can play-act that she's using it as a quiet corner to peruse some papers, a book, the network.
other times (like today) she's pushed back a bit: forced to keep her vigil in the coffee shop, instead. it's not ideal but it's something. peggy sits with a pot of tea (one gradually going from lukewarm to cold) and a pair of emptied plates. she's finished two slices of pie and, just now, seems likely to fetch another.
only...only it hasn't been the door she's been watching. it's been chloe decker. over the past week, she's caught sight of the detective more and more. and she's certain the detective has noticed her in turn. they keep the same hours; they keep the same paths; they keep the same tactics. more than one knowing glance has passed between them -- except peggy can't discern why chloe's glances should know anything at all.
which is why she invites her self to chloe's table -- two plates of carrot cake in hand -- and decides to skip the part where they might beat around the bushes together. ]
Rather tricky, isn't it? [ she slides one plate over to chloe. ] Conducting a stakeout in such an underpopulated building. Damned impossible not to get noticed.