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Margaret 'Peggy' Carter

( at riverview | Private housing;

Internal Affairs | Perimeter Guard )

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[spellslots]

Peggy, darling, I have a question only you can answer.

They're asking $200 for this and it's totally worth it, right?

[Is he just asking her to help justify his terrible life decisions??

Yes.

Is the picture of the dress he sends her actually worth $200?

Also yes.]

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[mannerism]

Two hundred dollars?

Good God, Taako.

[ far too used to war rationing and almost no spending, this one. ]

Why so steep?

[spellslots]

[No Peggy the correct answer is "yes absolutely"]

This isn't assembly line shit AND it's on sale.

If I can't spend money on cool clothes what's the point of having it, right?

[mannerism]

Nothing that cost two hundred dollars can call itself a sale item.

Do you know how many dresses you could buy in two thousand dollars in 1946?

It is a pretty thing, I'd give you that.

[spellslots]

It was $315!

This isn't 1946 on Earth, pumpkin, $200 is just a couple days of work.

[mannerism]

three hundred and fifteen?

Crikey.

Well, have you tried it on at all?

a note;

[diagenesis]

[At her doorstep is a book in mint condition. Penned on the inside page is a note;

Following our discourse, I thought you might enjoy this.

J.M.]

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[mannerism]

[ it seems to be like any other morning but the journey to take her breakfast tea is stopped short. She looks down, the tip of one high-heeled shoe touching the cover and finally bends down to pick it up.

it'll take her a few more minutes after that, to send off a rather cryptic message: ]

I'm quite cross, you realize.

[ can't win with peggy carter. ]

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[diagenesis]

Oh?

[lmfao god save him from strong women.]

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[mannerism]

One usually says hello when one comes about to visit.

Could have been picked by anyone.

Hell, could have been picked up by the skeleton.

[ and then she would never see it again. lord knows what sans would have done with it. ]

[diagenesis]

I'm sorry, skeleton?

[Now that he knows he's being chastised for something rather less serious than an awful transgression, he can focus on the important things. Why a skeleton?]

[mannerism]

He sleeps a few beds down from mine.

Horrible sense of humor, that one.

[ as if it explains anything.... ]

[signifies]

[ A steaming hot caramel latte is waiting for her on her desk when she comes in to work at the station today. It's signed with Kal's S shield, below the words "GOOD MORNING". ]

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[mannerism]

[ it is an early sort of morning. peggy was rather well-known at the SSR for being somewhat late for work days and it's a reputation she tries not to rid herself of, if possible. doesn't work every day but today is a fine success.

She places her bag on a chair, walks to her desk to go over some files and it's then when she sees the cup.

hands on her hips, she bites a smile as she reads the note, takes a long sip, not quite minding the way it burns her tongue.

another sip and then she reaches for her device. ]

And likewise. Is it common to leave people gifts rather than distributing them in person?

[ no thank yous, no compliments, just snark. ]

[signifies]

[ She's drinking it. That's its own thank you. ]

I could deliver it as you arrive, but I think you'd call that showing off 😉

[mannerism]

Already aware of what I'm going to say, are we?

[signifies]

I'm in the business of knowing the truth.

[mannerism]

Knowing the truth!

[ hmph! ]

Well, I would have said nothing of the sort, I'd have you know. You're more than welcome to try again tomorrow.

[ she would have said exactly that. ]

not here ~

[realimperfect]

[ in typical fashion Re-L's forgone the typical face to face gift giving rituals. Instead, a small package will show up at Peggy's mailbox at some point during the Prijata festivities. The box is wrapped in matte navy blue paper, tied off with a glimmering bow, very bit a bit too much and yet not -

And inside will sit a small pocket mirror that reminded her of Peggy, perfect for making sure she was still as put together as she wanted to be on the go. ]

a delivery!

[spellslots]

[[ooc: The IPRE are throwing a dinner party at Casa Del Taaco! There will be a mingle going up November 18, which characters will know by the enchanted countdown on the invite (once it hits zero, illusory glitter will burst from the invite and Taako's voice will tell them that they're running late). The theme is speakeasy but characters are free to be relatively loose with it, just have fun! If your character would want to bring a plus one, please let their player know (you can let me know too if you’d like) so they can join in on the mingle when it goes up.

If you have any questions feel free to hit me up!]]

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[wingedman]

How do you feel about having a few drinks?

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[mannerism]

[ Normally she's insist on knowing what's this about but after everything she's learned, she chooses not to question. Instead - ]

Name the place, Wilson.

[wingedman]

[Do you ever have to question drinks, Peggy?]

I'll bring something over. Pick your poison.

[mannerism]

I still have some bottles of gin stashed around here. If you have good whiskey, bring that.

And something to eat.

[ shameless, this one. ]

[wingedman]

Dinner or dessert?

[look, he expects that bringing peggy food is part of the admission fee]