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capeandcowllogs2012-05-25 01:23 pm
seismal) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-05-25 01:23 pm
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WHO: daisy johnson & OPEN
WHERE: park benches around the city.
WHEN: friday to sunday.
WARNINGS: none.
SUMMARY: daisy reads and stalks people.
FORMAT: tagger's choice.
Weird shit isn't anything new for Daisy. She's director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Weird shit is part of her job. But she's still a little out of sorts when she randomly finds herself zapped into an alternate universe. She takes the dog tags and comm, noting with some distaste that there's names attached to them on the network, and then falls back on old habits. Well, she gets clothes other than her jumpsuit and giant-ass gauntlets. Then she falls back on old habits.
Those being, in this case, reading over information on the network and then sitting on park benches with a book. Alien Abductions is what she snags from an old, used bookshop. Conspiracy theories like these are the sort of thing that tickles her funny bone, and it's the kind of book that obnoxious runners and park-goers aren't going to bother her about. If they do... well. A gentle rumbling beneath their shoes is usually enough to make them go away.
Daisy picks which park benches she sits on over the course of the weekend fairly carefully. She's either there to hopefully catch a specific person to talk to or because it's a place where she's likely to overhear gossip. It's amazing the kinds of things people chat about when they think no one is paying attention...
WHERE: park benches around the city.
WHEN: friday to sunday.
WARNINGS: none.
SUMMARY: daisy reads and stalks people.
FORMAT: tagger's choice.
Weird shit isn't anything new for Daisy. She's director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Weird shit is part of her job. But she's still a little out of sorts when she randomly finds herself zapped into an alternate universe. She takes the dog tags and comm, noting with some distaste that there's names attached to them on the network, and then falls back on old habits. Well, she gets clothes other than her jumpsuit and giant-ass gauntlets. Then she falls back on old habits.
Those being, in this case, reading over information on the network and then sitting on park benches with a book. Alien Abductions is what she snags from an old, used bookshop. Conspiracy theories like these are the sort of thing that tickles her funny bone, and it's the kind of book that obnoxious runners and park-goers aren't going to bother her about. If they do... well. A gentle rumbling beneath their shoes is usually enough to make them go away.
Daisy picks which park benches she sits on over the course of the weekend fairly carefully. She's either there to hopefully catch a specific person to talk to or because it's a place where she's likely to overhear gossip. It's amazing the kinds of things people chat about when they think no one is paying attention...