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womanofvalue ([personal profile] womanofvalue) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-03-12 07:49 pm

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WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: Peggy & Stella's House of Intrigue
WHEN: Backdate to March 4th
OPEN TO: Stella Gibson, Percival Graves
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Closed to specific characters



Since she arrived, Peggy has been accumulating information. At first, with Killian's help, she'd put together a decent map picking out routes in the canyon and mapping terrain. After the incident that left her stranded for nearly a full day, she'd shifted her focus to something a little less dangerous. She'd begun to write down people's scrubs colours, their backgrounds, histories, whether they believed themselves alive or not, and began to cobble together working notes.

Now, what she needed was second opinions. She'd been staring at this puzzle longer than she could think about without growing sharp with frustration and needed the help of others to take a look at what she had and determine whether or not she'd absolutely lost her mind. It was why she'd put the kettle on, set out some of the few remaining biscuits she had left, and left word for specific parties that she trusted to offer their analytical minds on her notes.

Thank goodness she had been gifted with a pen and notebook, though even that is beginning to run out. If she decides to analyse another aspect of this strange village, she might have to simply learn how to make paper herself, which certainly wouldn't be a hardship after spending all the time learning how to fish in order to keep herself properly fed.

For now, though, patterns. Patterns and people and predictions, as if she could somehow work a way out forward if only she could see how it all came together.
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[personal profile] mund 2017-03-18 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Hello."

Graves says by way of greeting when he arrives, entering through the open door. It's an appointment he will not miss for the world -- he has met them separately, but in the two short meetings, the both of them have a keen intelligence, a savvy, and a no-nonsense attitude that speaks to an impressive capability that he doesn't see often. Credence has found somewhere else to be at this time of day, but Graves expects him around in the evening. Until then, there is ample time to help out however he can with Stella and Peggy.

He is polite when he enters, nodding to both of them. They're in the middle of something, he realizes, hard at work at deconstructing the mystery of this village and its hidden band of observers, and he hangs up his coat neatly. Immediately drawn towards work instead of promised tea (an occupational hazard when one's life revolves mostly around work), he starts for the notes, brows knitting thoughtfully.

"What do we have here?"
Edited 2017-03-18 04:23 (UTC)

[personal profile] ex_assertiveness90 2017-03-25 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Useful information, hopefully."

Stella had come into the living room, her own little folder of notes in hand, in response to Peggy's question — but Graves's arrival has distracted her slightly. She offers him a brief, polite smile in greeting, then circles the coffee table to sit down on the sofa on Peggy's other side, setting down her folder of notes before reaching for the teapot and pouring out three cups.

"I think Peggy's notes might be a little more extensive than mine," she admits, matter-of-fact rather than self-deprecating — the other woman has been here longer than she has, and that's only to be expected. She's not yet read them in detail, of course, not having wanted to pry, but she imagines they will get to all of that today.

She's not as nicely dressed as Peggy, but she's made an effort to look neat; her hair is clean, her button-down blouse and trousers washed and pressed. It's not what she'd prefer to be wearing, even for work, but it's close enough and miles better than the scrubs.
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[personal profile] mund 2017-04-09 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
They are as capable as they are beautiful -- a rare, coveted combination, Graves notes as he takes in their information, silently absorbing, looking through everything intently, fascinated. He's careful not to disturb the existing arrangement, and he smiles very briefly at them both before he goes right to business.

"The villagers are lucky to have the two of you." He says absently, fixating on one particular set of notes, of their backgrounds and how she's seemed to place them in some sort of order. He looks through that set, sharing it with Stella when he picks up on just how she'd set them.

"These are when they came in." He's quiet for a moment. "Do you have the dates for when village anomalies began and ended?"