wind, water, earth, and frustration

[womanofvalue]

WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: Outside Bungalow #45
WHEN: August 7th, Afternoon
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Closed

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There had been times, during the war, that Peggy had thought that the most menial of tasks had been behind her, then the SSR had come along and she'd learned the joy of taking and fulfilling lunch orders. It had been mind-numbing, but it hadn't been digging out ditches and holes to hide out the bombing. Now, in this odd little village, she's learning a whole new sort of frustration.

The bathroom in her little bungalow, along with the kitchen sink, has been backed up and flooding for almost two full days now. Every time she thinks she's got it scrubbed and dry, it starts up again. She'd thought that she was being clever, situating herself with nothing to the south but the river, but it looks as if the proximity is now doing her in.

When she wakes and hears the slosh of water, she debates picking up and leaving if not for the fact that she's settled in and she does have the advantage of not worrying what's to her south and the west, to a degree. So it's with a frustrated heart and a headache that she begins the work she's done for the last few days, ending up with several sopping pieces of fabric that she's now having to walk to one of the nearby trees, hanging each and every one of them to dry out.

If she has to use them again, she really may decide to move out.

Wiping sweat from her forehead, she notices that her nail polish has chipped to the point of non-existence and she can feel her hair frizzing up. She's not sure whether she's grateful that she's no longer obsessing over whatever's brought her here, but she's also not happy that it's as a result of sleepless nights and the issue at hand.

"Bloody flooding," she snaps, her temper running short as she stares at the way the riverbank is starting to slowly encroach closer and closer. Wherever they are, it seems the elements are not on their side between the wind and the water.

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[womanofvalue]

Peggy gives a laugh and surprises herself with how much she wants to do that. "If you knew me back home, I think you'd find that there was several men who knew me who might accuse me of being far too quick to using violence to solve a problem," she confesses. It's something she needs to start up again, because keeping herself in peak physical shape will no doubt come in handy here.

She's lacking a partner, though, which is an unfortunate thing. Even Mr. Jarvis would do just well.

"Have you any experience solving plumbing backups? Or is it more of the hitting it to make it work experience?"

[lastofthekellys]

"More the hitting," Kate confesses with a quick, mischievous smile. "As I said, we didn't have any of this in me ma's house. We had to fetch the water from the dam at the base of the paddock.

It's worked with chimneys and stoves," she adds, brightly. "Sometimes a broomhandle is best."

She doesn't add insulting it, but then, Kate feels that this is heavily implied.

[womanofvalue]

"Maybe you can come take a look," she offers. It's not that Peggy absolutely trusts Miss Kelly, but there's a sense that if anything were to go wrong, she has no doubt that she'd be more than capable of handling it. After Dottie Underwood and Whitney Frost, she's a little overconfident in that regard, even if she has a beautifully healed wound from the rebar puncture.

Strange, of course, how that had become so cicatrix-like upon arrival, as if it had been years ago and not just barely weeks.

"Maybe you can see something I haven't. Or we can just plug them up and I'll visit the inn for my needs."

[lastofthekellys]

If it came down to it, while Kate is far stronger than her small figure suggests - she's a farmer-raised, and the work is hard - and with three older brothers knows how to throw a punch, how to kick and aim and scream, mostly what fuels Kate in any physical scraps she's gotten into is sheer, bloody-minded stubbornness and temper.

She's also exhausted.

"I'd be more than happy to help," she offers. "Even if it's just to find out that I can't tell anythin' at all.

And the Inn'd be happy to help. Speakin' as the main person who lives there."

Miss Jo spends most of her day there, when she's not off on other chores, but Kate goes upstairs and sleeps.

[womanofvalue]

Peggy gestures towards her house, not minding at all that she's inviting someone she hardly knows in. The truth is that she doesn't really know anyone, despite the fact that a few of them seem to come from her own future. It means they know her, but she doesn't know them, which is something that feels rather uneven and something she should be wary of.

"It's just in here," she guides, nodding towards the bathroom. "At least, the worst of it. The kitchen sink tends to keep glugging," she says with heavy disapproval. "Maybe I'll fold and stay at the inn while things flood. Of course, then it'll be a touch of disaster relief when I return." But she can't imagine abandoning it for someone else to deal with. That would just seem wrong.