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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-03-10 03:19 pm (UTC)

[ She comes bearing bedsheeets. Peggy had spent the first half of the day looping through the festival to scout for new arrivals but given that their numbers have only grown since her own transport to the city, she doesn't feel too guilty breaking off early to help get the safehouse sorted.

She'd been a resident here not too long ago β€” as have they all β€” and her familiarity with the space is clear with how she weaves through it, pulling supplies from cabinets, answering questions, all in a manner that is at once soothing but efficient, polite but firm. People take to their situation differently, she reads how to best approach them. Some require distance. Others, less so.

But there's work to be done, regardless. She's dressed down today, unassuming in a pale blue blouse and navy trousers, but with her chin-length hair still curled. Peggy notices the corner cot has a new resident and she approaches with freshly laundered bedding folded in her arms, red lips quirked in a slight smile. ]


That was my bed, once upon a time. [ Picked for the same reasons as Cassian, although she can't know that. ] The concrete wall can get a little chilly if you don't put something against it.

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