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womanofvalueWHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: January 23, PM
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Lie detection afoot!
STATUS: Open
It should just be any other morning, as far as Peggy's concerned.
When she wakes, the village still appears charged with whatever powerful magnetism has been at work for some time, but that's not the only strange thing. She can't put her finger on it, but she goes about her business as usual, taking the time to get herself ready for a day of exploring and fetching supplies. She spends the morning amassing wood for hers and Stella's home, delivering that back, and when her stomach rumbles a warning, she heads towards the inn.
That's where things begin to get even stranger. Alvarez is there, delivering his eggs, and when Peggy makes the briefest of small talk with him, she ends up asking whether everything is going well at home and with the man who looks like Steve's cousin. When he says 'yes', it's like something in her pings an alarm. Peggy can't explain why, but she instantly can tell that he's lying to her. With her heart and soul and everything around her, she knows that he is, but she just doesn't know why she knows.
By the time she's wrapped her head around the fact, Alvarez is gone, but Peggy feels compelled to test this out a little more, trying to understand exactly what is going on and whether it's measurable or whether she's just developed even better senses at detecting untruths than usual.
If that's the case, she half wishes she'd been able to have this back in New York. It would have made discussions in the office and with Howard far easier, if she'd known when he was lying. So she waits, impatiently, and when the door opens, she springs forward without even taking a long look at whomever it is. "I need your help," is what she insists, in a tone that implies there's very little choice in the matter.
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: January 23, PM
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Lie detection afoot!
STATUS: Open
It should just be any other morning, as far as Peggy's concerned.
When she wakes, the village still appears charged with whatever powerful magnetism has been at work for some time, but that's not the only strange thing. She can't put her finger on it, but she goes about her business as usual, taking the time to get herself ready for a day of exploring and fetching supplies. She spends the morning amassing wood for hers and Stella's home, delivering that back, and when her stomach rumbles a warning, she heads towards the inn.
That's where things begin to get even stranger. Alvarez is there, delivering his eggs, and when Peggy makes the briefest of small talk with him, she ends up asking whether everything is going well at home and with the man who looks like Steve's cousin. When he says 'yes', it's like something in her pings an alarm. Peggy can't explain why, but she instantly can tell that he's lying to her. With her heart and soul and everything around her, she knows that he is, but she just doesn't know why she knows.
By the time she's wrapped her head around the fact, Alvarez is gone, but Peggy feels compelled to test this out a little more, trying to understand exactly what is going on and whether it's measurable or whether she's just developed even better senses at detecting untruths than usual.
If that's the case, she half wishes she'd been able to have this back in New York. It would have made discussions in the office and with Howard far easier, if she'd known when he was lying. So she waits, impatiently, and when the door opens, she springs forward without even taking a long look at whomever it is. "I need your help," is what she insists, in a tone that implies there's very little choice in the matter.
