Annie Hargreeves (
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fandomtownies2020-09-28 07:11 am
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The Perk [Monday morning]
Annie had arrived at the end of the causeway this morning, duffle bag slung over one shoulder and fairly sure there was some kind of mistake.
She became increasingly sure that there was some kind of mix-up as she wound through the town, hefting her bag up a little higher occasionally so as not to bump into anything in the narrow streets. When she realized she'd managed to wind back to a spot she'd already been before, it sunk in: this island was, like, not big. And despite the fact that she had left Des Moines with a bright smile and her eyes optimistically forward, she was starting to think she'd made a mistake.
This place seemed like it wasn't even a quarter of the population of Des Moines - Des Moines - which, okay, supported the idea that maybe they only needed one Supe?
Annie took a deep breath, heading into a coffee shop as soon as she spotted it. She needed somewhere to sit and think for a bit - she wasn't going to make sense of anything by wandering the town in circles and trying to piece together guesses about the new place she called home. She gently dropped her bag next to an empty table, got herself a latte, and settled in with her phone to compose an email to her recruiter from Vought.
At least coffee seemed to be the same in Maryland, even if hardly anything else was. Okay, wait, that wasn't fair. It was just different.
She'd keep telling herself that for now.
(And honestly, the coffee was kinda better.)
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She became increasingly sure that there was some kind of mix-up as she wound through the town, hefting her bag up a little higher occasionally so as not to bump into anything in the narrow streets. When she realized she'd managed to wind back to a spot she'd already been before, it sunk in: this island was, like, not big. And despite the fact that she had left Des Moines with a bright smile and her eyes optimistically forward, she was starting to think she'd made a mistake.
This place seemed like it wasn't even a quarter of the population of Des Moines - Des Moines - which, okay, supported the idea that maybe they only needed one Supe?
Annie took a deep breath, heading into a coffee shop as soon as she spotted it. She needed somewhere to sit and think for a bit - she wasn't going to make sense of anything by wandering the town in circles and trying to piece together guesses about the new place she called home. She gently dropped her bag next to an empty table, got herself a latte, and settled in with her phone to compose an email to her recruiter from Vought.
At least coffee seemed to be the same in Maryland, even if hardly anything else was. Okay, wait, that wasn't fair. It was just different.
She'd keep telling herself that for now.
(And honestly, the coffee was kinda better.)
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The baristas, used to her antics, were unperturbed as she bounced up to the counter to place her order.
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"Hi!!!!!!" she said, beaming. "I'm, like, Nina Argentum and I'm guessing you just got here, huh????????"
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"Oh, wow, yeah, I think that's the newest you can be, except when the new semester starts," Nina said, with a big of a laugh.
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Annie had very much wanted to go to the boarding school in Barry Plodder as a little kid, and was a little put out in hindsight that she hadn't realized boarding schools weren't exclusively British. Not that she could have gone anyway, but still.
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“Oh, I know that look,” he commented as soon as she seemed to have settled at her table.
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... Yeah, Annie was going to have to head out to Baltimore if she wanted to get any actual superheroing in beyond the invasions that seemed to happen on an almost quarterly basis. And even those weren't entirely reliable, since some of them weren't the type of thing you could physically fight.
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Look, fortune favoured the brave, okay?
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That... was not the voice of someone who was entirely happy with her.
Even if the dads thing remained funny.
"It was nice to see them," Nina said, nodding like nothing was wrong. Sipping on her cider. Totally not wondering if it would've been better to just pretend she hadn't seen him and had left without talking to him. Too late to change that now though.
"Even if, like, they had decided to be totally weird.........."
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spywomanspy, who totally ought to have known better. Even if deciding to follow Chelsie had been spur of the moment, move it or lose it, she should have texted someone to let them know what she was planning.In case she hadn't made it back.
(Liam was really, really tired of people he loved not making it back, okay? And Nina had already had one far-too-close brush with that.)
"Ah yes," he said, content to dance around that for now. "Because if there's one thing Prompto Argentum is known for, it's being normal and boring." Granted, he didn't know Prompto and Nina's other friend, but he'd gone along with things, so.
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NFB, please!
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So she put in the order, then took a second to look around, spotted the blonde with the bag, checked her phone to confirm that it was Monday, so that meant all the guests for the weekend were gone, so this probably was a new face, and then got distracted from all that by the barista.
"What do you mean you don't have it?" she said, somewhat witheringly, before she just grunted in frustration on how much more difficult this was going ot make things. "Ugh, fine, do you at least have anything similiar?"
They said they'd check in the back, which Rosa didn't entirely believe they'd actually do, but whatever, she'd give them a few minutes while she tried to figure out a Plan B.
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Annie was pretty sure it was not that, no, but what else could be so serious at a coffee shop?
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And here Rosa had almost forgotten about a whole season where she couldn't get a black coffee to save her life, too, which is why it was all the better that coffee making was definitely something that had gone into the new place...
"It's this....weirdly specific," yet narratively general, "muffin that they used to only have here, but I guess now it's extinct."
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What was the point of guarding a secret recipe if you were just going to discontinue the secret thing, anyway?
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That was more work than just going without the bribe and/or required planning, which...no.
"I'll just have to see if whatever substitute they have will work."
That, she figured, would be worth a try, and she found herself eyeing the bag again.
"You just get here?" she guessed.
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Small town and all.
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You got married and settled down, that's what happened.
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