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maskormenacelogs2014-04-09 09:41 pm
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WHO: Kate Bishop and OPEN!
WHERE: Numerous locations.
WHEN: April 9th - April 12th
WHAT: Numerous activities. Also, if you want brackets instead of prose, just go for it!
WARNINGS: Mild alcohol usage in one option. Allusions to rape (in thread with Tony).
option a: studying (mornings and afternoons)
The large purple bag that Kate has begun to carry around weighs her down even now. Her shoulder slumps slightly as she leans back into the wooden chair of the coffee shop, the end of her pen caught between her lips as her eyes gloss over.
There are two reasons for why she is here. The first is the stack of books in front of her. Some of them are about law procedures, some are about jurisdiction, and others are simply about Florida and sightseeing activities. There are a few odds and ends here and there: books on Russia, books on nuclear bombs, but not all of them are in front of them. Some are haphazardly sticking out of her bag.
The second is less obvious. Hidden beneath the stack of books and underneath her hand is a small yellow notepad where she's taking notes of certain behaviors, certain things that people do throughout the day. It feels weird, but she thinks of the guy in the cat food aisle, and the various ways that he was able to pick up on things. He was just the guy in the cat food aisle, but he seemed to know people. If she's going to be good, if she's going to help Matt Murdock, she needs to be good. She needs to be like Jessica. (Or a Jessica, but she's specifically thinking of Jessica Jones.)
Every now and then, she draws her pen from her mouth to make a note. Bagel with cream cheese, skinny latte. Or: Definitely gave a fake name because he's paranoid, wears suspenders. But she doesn't seem very committed to the activity, and when she's done, she gives an exaggerated sigh and mutters something about this taking forever.
After all, for all her superheroics, Kate hasn't had this much homework in a while.
option b: the later happy hour (evenings, between ten and midnight)
Having done an extensive bit of homework—which means she's paid special attention to the sandwich signs outside of bars when walking around—she's chosen a choice location that's quiet and makes it easy to set up a conversation with anyone who comes in to join her. Of course, Kate doesn't expect company, not here, but she goes to these bars and orders a martini (with none of the top shelf stuff—she's learning to train herself to like things that are cheaper), and makes sure that she savors every sip.
These evenings are no different from her daytime activities, but there are no notes, no notepads, and it's apparent that she wants to network. The people who might enter a quiet establishment are the ones, she assumes, who might be willing to chat. Kate wants to know.
But more than that, she wants to relax.
A smaller bar like this reminds her of the one she visited with Tommy once. Kate remembers that night vividly: the dancing, the closeness, the fact that even the biggest dive bars in New York City would fill up on a weekday evening. And it seemed that they really didn't bother to card, which was to both her and Tommy's benefit. She remembers his self-assured kiss and pushing him away because they had more important things to do. That's one of the parts of the night she's trying not to relive, but it was a simpler time. Cassie was alive. Eli still lived in New York City. Kate reveled in being a hero in a different way, without all the self-imposed self-awareness that's grown in the years that have followed.
Being here doesn't mean she has to exhibit all of that, and she revels in the atmosphere and the occasional conversations. When someone walks in and sits near her on the bar, she leans over, flashes a smile, and says, "Try the martinis. They're top notch."
option c: superheroics (nights)
Kate Bishop is a liar. Nights like this make it obvious. If it's not the quiver that gives it away, it's the purple full-body suit and purple sunglasses that might clue someone in.
It's not that she means to be, but she wants to give the government the impression that she intends to go somewhat straight with her private detective career path. If she gives them the idea that this is how she intends to spend her time, she might have less of a chance of being caught. It's not that Kate reminds being called a vigilante, but those letters appearing on her wrist as a result of her announcement were a sign. They were not a wakeup call. They only told her what she thought she already knew: the government couldn't be trusted. The brands, the misleading information, and the everything in-between—they were all signs of this.
But that doesn't mean that she's going to stop. On the contrary, she intends to try to be sneakier, and she has experience with this. Kate would never say the Civil War between heroes was a bright spot in her life, but she does know how to fly under the radar.
At least here, there aren't any SHIELD agents looking for them. There isn't anyone who's going to swing in and stop her from helping.
And she intends to help—from a distance. A part of her misses the feeling of her fist crushing into someone's jaw, but she knows (she definitely knows) an arrow can go a long way. So she does that, hoping to stop anyone from mugging a hapless victim without the guy in question knowing where the arrow came from. Thus far, it's been pretty efficient.
But when she hears footsteps near her on the pavement, her shoulders tense up even more, and she doesn't let go of her draw. "Who's there?" She can multi-task, after all.
option d: anything goes!
If none of the above fits, go for whatever you'd like.
WHERE: Numerous locations.
WHEN: April 9th - April 12th
WHAT: Numerous activities. Also, if you want brackets instead of prose, just go for it!
WARNINGS: Mild alcohol usage in one option. Allusions to rape (in thread with Tony).
option a: studying (mornings and afternoons)
The large purple bag that Kate has begun to carry around weighs her down even now. Her shoulder slumps slightly as she leans back into the wooden chair of the coffee shop, the end of her pen caught between her lips as her eyes gloss over.
There are two reasons for why she is here. The first is the stack of books in front of her. Some of them are about law procedures, some are about jurisdiction, and others are simply about Florida and sightseeing activities. There are a few odds and ends here and there: books on Russia, books on nuclear bombs, but not all of them are in front of them. Some are haphazardly sticking out of her bag.
The second is less obvious. Hidden beneath the stack of books and underneath her hand is a small yellow notepad where she's taking notes of certain behaviors, certain things that people do throughout the day. It feels weird, but she thinks of the guy in the cat food aisle, and the various ways that he was able to pick up on things. He was just the guy in the cat food aisle, but he seemed to know people. If she's going to be good, if she's going to help Matt Murdock, she needs to be good. She needs to be like Jessica. (Or a Jessica, but she's specifically thinking of Jessica Jones.)
Every now and then, she draws her pen from her mouth to make a note. Bagel with cream cheese, skinny latte. Or: Definitely gave a fake name because he's paranoid, wears suspenders. But she doesn't seem very committed to the activity, and when she's done, she gives an exaggerated sigh and mutters something about this taking forever.
After all, for all her superheroics, Kate hasn't had this much homework in a while.
option b: the later happy hour (evenings, between ten and midnight)
Having done an extensive bit of homework—which means she's paid special attention to the sandwich signs outside of bars when walking around—she's chosen a choice location that's quiet and makes it easy to set up a conversation with anyone who comes in to join her. Of course, Kate doesn't expect company, not here, but she goes to these bars and orders a martini (with none of the top shelf stuff—she's learning to train herself to like things that are cheaper), and makes sure that she savors every sip.
These evenings are no different from her daytime activities, but there are no notes, no notepads, and it's apparent that she wants to network. The people who might enter a quiet establishment are the ones, she assumes, who might be willing to chat. Kate wants to know.
But more than that, she wants to relax.
A smaller bar like this reminds her of the one she visited with Tommy once. Kate remembers that night vividly: the dancing, the closeness, the fact that even the biggest dive bars in New York City would fill up on a weekday evening. And it seemed that they really didn't bother to card, which was to both her and Tommy's benefit. She remembers his self-assured kiss and pushing him away because they had more important things to do. That's one of the parts of the night she's trying not to relive, but it was a simpler time. Cassie was alive. Eli still lived in New York City. Kate reveled in being a hero in a different way, without all the self-imposed self-awareness that's grown in the years that have followed.
Being here doesn't mean she has to exhibit all of that, and she revels in the atmosphere and the occasional conversations. When someone walks in and sits near her on the bar, she leans over, flashes a smile, and says, "Try the martinis. They're top notch."
option c: superheroics (nights)
Kate Bishop is a liar. Nights like this make it obvious. If it's not the quiver that gives it away, it's the purple full-body suit and purple sunglasses that might clue someone in.
It's not that she means to be, but she wants to give the government the impression that she intends to go somewhat straight with her private detective career path. If she gives them the idea that this is how she intends to spend her time, she might have less of a chance of being caught. It's not that Kate reminds being called a vigilante, but those letters appearing on her wrist as a result of her announcement were a sign. They were not a wakeup call. They only told her what she thought she already knew: the government couldn't be trusted. The brands, the misleading information, and the everything in-between—they were all signs of this.
But that doesn't mean that she's going to stop. On the contrary, she intends to try to be sneakier, and she has experience with this. Kate would never say the Civil War between heroes was a bright spot in her life, but she does know how to fly under the radar.
At least here, there aren't any SHIELD agents looking for them. There isn't anyone who's going to swing in and stop her from helping.
And she intends to help—from a distance. A part of her misses the feeling of her fist crushing into someone's jaw, but she knows (she definitely knows) an arrow can go a long way. So she does that, hoping to stop anyone from mugging a hapless victim without the guy in question knowing where the arrow came from. Thus far, it's been pretty efficient.
But when she hears footsteps near her on the pavement, her shoulders tense up even more, and she doesn't let go of her draw. "Who's there?" She can multi-task, after all.
option d: anything goes!
If none of the above fits, go for whatever you'd like.
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Considers, but knows he would never do it. He's fun, but there are limitations to that. There always are.
"You're giving yourself too much credit. Magic only accounts for so much." She knows full well what other skills he has, but any room to be less than impressed with him is something she'll take. Gladly.
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"I find your lack of faith disturbing," he says and drops his voice just enough to make it comical. "It's not just magic, but who am I to brag?" she's seen the other part of it first-hand, of course. "It's one of those things that's kind of unbecoming. I'd advise against it. 'No, bad Loki!' that's what I'd say."
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Yes, she may be friends with Loki, but she's definitely not keen to be the weaker half of that relationship.
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It worked for now.
"Besides, if I said that I'd hear it from the other end."
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