Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[It wasn't the screens or the lights that came on first. It was the thing attached to Peggy's arm, a metal thing, a gauntlet, fully as long as her elbow and reaching over her wrist to consume her fingers. When it first lit up, bringing the scarlet glow down to a nearly romantic rose color, it resembled a fifteenth century French chevalier's gauntlet, etched in fine swirls and arcane patterns. In its light, Peggy's face was unnaturally rosy, blush pink despite the obvious surprise and fear on her face.
She was staring at her arm and the new hardware with shock, but not pain, holding it up off her chest with apparent little difficulty despite its size. Peggy spat out a few hardened curses she'd learned back when she was liaison for the RAF, and pulled on the thing. It didn't budge.
The singing was gone. The gauntlet was free of the computer cables, to be sure, and she could have sworn it was pleased about it, pulsing like an infant heartbeat and gently warm to the touch.] Damn you, Howard. You're never around when I need you.
[Abruptly she remembered about her unwilling accomplice, and looked around for the man.] D-Donovan? Are you hurt?