ᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ-ʟᴜᴄᴋ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

[mannerism]

who: Peggy 'a crumpet is hardly a muffin' carter + YOU, yes you.
what: catch-all for new and old CR
when: Throughout August
where: all over town.
warnings: none for now

( a; communal housing - moving day )

[ three months ago or so have passed since her arrival to the city. during those three months, she had opted to stay in the communal housing for the sake of people watching, of possible intel to collect, of trying to settle in as most people had.

after three months, the need for privacy, for her own space had risen to the point that she went in search of a flat. with the money from the guard and the police force, it was easy enough to make ends meet.

so one sunny morning in August finds Peggy Carter packing her things into boxes and starting to move them from the communal housing to the little flat she found downtown. it's a rather tiring journey, carrying three boxes or so on the GroundTram and then, on foot.

-- and in heels, too! a pair of slacks, a pale blue blouse whose sleeves are rolled up and high heels, of all things. at some point you might hear a THUD outside your room. she had went and dropped a lamp, trying to carry one box too many down the corridors. it'll be followed by a rather annoyed: ]

bloody hell.

( b; downtown; )

[ Peggy's apartment is just by a rather sweet coffee house. if you happen to sit there you might notice her coming and going, carrying boxes with her as she goes.

they'll pile out at the entrance to the apartment house. if you happen to linger by, she'll come out, pick up a box and simply call out: ]

Would you care to pick one up? There aren't many left.

[ she forgot 'please'. be a dear anyway? ]

( c; gym; )

[ she can't for the life of her understand how people exercise with headphones.

it might be paranoid but peggy never appreciated eliminating any of her senses, not even in the rather safe environment of the gym.

you might find her on the treadmill, muttering for the love of god while trying to understand the different settings or by the punching bag. demure she's not, her punches and kicks are quick and vicious. she's not very graceful but she's efficient and precise. watch her long enough and you might understand a simple truth, peggy carter doesn't kick ass gracefully but she does indeed kick ass. ]

( d; out and about; )

[ she may spend most of her day at the riverview police office or with the guard, but evenings find Peggy walking back to her apartment, not a hair out of place. she'll always stop to get herself some light dinner at one of the restaurants or bars.

don't be surprised if a woman, looking as if she stepped out of a vintage photograph turns to you and ask, what do you reckon a california roll is? or bubble tea? are they mixing the stuff with soda these days? ]

( e; wildcard; )

[ for just about anything else. if you want anything in specific, feel free to poke me at ladylike ]

[ peggy's apartment for reference. ]

Comments

b;

[wingedman]

Which apartment is it?

[Sam picks up two boxes. He's not showing off, that's just how he rolls.]

-point out a window. And then open it.

d

[sweetlies]

[This late in the day, the little nobleman just wants some tea and to return to his apartment and sleep. He isn't expecting anyone to speak to him, even after he's an effort since arriving to be somewhat social.

Her appearance doesn't get much of a look, she doesn't stand out too much to him, who stubbornly tries to stay as close to Victorian fashion trends as he can, right down to his heeled boots.]

Ah, my apologies, I don't know what either are actually.

b

[mingling]

Oh, [Natsume says, and if he had any inclination to keep on passing by, it recedes completely in all of his body language. The inclination to bend down and take a box supersedes, instead, and seems entirely automatic. He doesn't look ruffled or cajoled, but he's not outbursting and enthusiastic, either. He is just mildly genial, and very... very, very polite.]

Where is it you'd like me to take this, ma'am?

[A boy of slight build and apparently crafted to be this gentle, he already gives off the atmosphere of someone who's prepared to do this until nightfall.]

a.

[winscenario]

[ The clatter just outside the door is a lot less recognizable than the breathed curse that comes after. In a mix of curiosity and concern, Jim makes his way over to open the door, peering outside to find Peggy trying to manage a few boxes too many, and currently gathering things back into one of those boxes that had been dropped to the floor. ]

You definitely look like you should have someone giving you a hand.

[ Rather than wait, though, he steps outside and crouches next to her, helping her gather her things back into the box. ]

Moving?

d

[buildsomething]

It's sushi without the fish. [The answer is given promptly and somewhat distractedly, and only after does Tony register exactly who asked it. He turns a little to blink at her and doesn't quite go still. Ah.

He hasn't been avoiding Peggy, exactly, but only because it's not quite avoiding when you don't know where to find them in the first place. But he hasn't really been looking, either. If there's anything that could get him to put his head down and try to process, it's finding out that he'd been accidentally not-quite-flirting with someone he'd known when he was five.

But she's here now, and Tony's not idiot enough to just turn and head in the opposite direction, as much as part of him might want to. The other, bigger part of him does genuinely want to talk to her.

She looks so young.

So he clears his throat and offers her a smile he hopes isn't as awkward as it feels.]

Ms Carter.