Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-06-17 05:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, marguerite blakeney, percy blakeney |
Who: Blakeneys
What: Preparing for doing some undercover work
When: May sometime
Where: Their place
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
It would be a lie to say that there wasn’t some apprehension on Marguerite’s part. This would be the first time she’d gone undercover since St.Cyr had recognized her and shot her at the beginning of the year. And while she’d had Jesus Christ Superstar to focus on, there were nights when she remembered, or a loud noise would startle her. But it wasn’t enough to interfere in her life and the actress did what she could not to focus on it.
The undercover work was fairly straight forward. It would require different costumes for a span of days. Different roles to play. Sometimes it would be simply eavesdropping and keeping an eye on things. Other times it might require actual interaction with the marks.
Adjusting the blonde wig so it fit more naturally, Marguerite tilted her head to the side as she considered her reflection.
“I do wonder if it’s true what they say, that blondes have more fun.”
She didn’t actually, and Marguerite had worn plenty of wigs of varying shades. Still, it was fun to muse aloud as she and Percy got ready.
The whole ordeal of Marguerite getting shot was precisely the reason Percy was not going to let his wife be alone when going undercover again. Partly because of the Dreams, but also because if they were going to die, they should die together. Or something along those lines.
And, okay, so there was also more than a little part due to the fact Percy missed going undercover in his Dreams. He enjoyed playing different roles, gathering information and using it to help as many people as he could. And, well, he and Marguerite just worked well together. Being undercover was a reason he was contemplating letting his hair grow out a bit, to make different hairstyles for himself. And not to mention a haircut of going from long to short tended to change a person’s appearance.
But for now, he was applying a fake nose and blending it into his skin tone. Hearing Marguerite’s comment, he glanced at her and smirked.
“Oh my dear, blondes do have more fun,” he quipped. After all, he himself was blonde.
Well, it wasn’t that Marguerite had been alone. Honestly had Natasha not been there…. Either way, not being with Percy? Not a thing that was okay. It was Bonnie & Clyde really. Dyin’ ain’t so bad, not if you both go together. Only when one’s left behind does it get sad… Even so, there was comfort in knowing that Percy would be there as well. She’d been doing Natasha’s ‘spy-venger’ thing nearly since she had moved back to Orange County, really since she and Percy had met and there had always felt like something was missing.
The Dreams just added to it, when she was more involved in the Pimpernel’s exploits. It was why the actress wasn’t remotely shocked that there was part of Percy who just missed the work itself. Because a lot of it had tied to the adventure from what she had seen, the thrill of it. Not just righting her supposed sins (at least in the one version they both had shared).
The response was not unexpected, what with Percy being blonde himself. And quite the handsome one at that.
“I don’t know, perhaps I’ll change my hair color after this.”
Like that would ever happen. While it would probably be easier to blend in if she went brunette - and she was brunette in a good number of her Dreams - Marguerite didn’t know if she’d actually feel like herself if she did so. No matter. For now it was just making teasing comments about hair color.
Okay. Wig situated. Time for the colored contacts.
Natasha was certainly more than competent at what she did, but Percy was very much no longer okay with not being there when Marguerite went undercover. And besides, the two of them did work very well together. Percy wasn’t a trained actor, but he was a master of disguise, and was an excellent improvisor. Thus he could certainly handle these kinds of missions. Information gathering was one of the things he was best at.
“Dare I ask what color, my dear? Would you go blonde to see about them having more fun? Or would you go raven-haired?” Percy asked.
Of course, he preferred Marguerite’s red hair. It suited her well, though she could carry any hair color. Perhaps even pink hair, but that was not something that he’d actually say. And he doubted that Marguerite would actually dye her hair. Wear a wig? Possibly, but that might be the extent of it.
It was true that the two worked well together and Marguerite wouldn’t have it any other way. And one of these days, she had a feeling Percy would end up on stage with her through some freak incident where he had to fill in for someone. Which honestly would be amusing to her. Still, the actress knew her husband could handle this, which was one of the main reasons she hadn’t protested once it came up.
“Oh, I haven’t gotten that far yet. So perhaps.” Yes, she did purposefully not specify what she was saying perhaps to. Which of course was part of the fun.
Percy was still disappointed that such an instance of having to replace an actor in one of Marguerite’s performances hadn’t been when they’d done The Scarlet Pimpernel. He would’ve loved playing himself onstage. But alas, whatever role he could perhaps end up accidentally playing one day would still be a good one.
“Well, I am certain you will make an excellent choice whenever it comes up.” He responded, noting exactly how she’d responded. But that was the fun of it all, leaving things vague and all.
Percy having to fill in during The Scarlet Pimpernel certainly would have made that exact performance much more authentic. And they both knew had he filled in during Moulin Rouge, he would have slipped during her ‘death’ and said her actual name and not Satine. Still, knowing Orange County? It was bound to happen at some point.
“Right? It’s a very important decision though.” Luckily she had all the experience with wigs to know how she would look if she ever actually dyed her hair.
It was a good thing that Percy hadn’t been needed to fill in during Moulin Rouge because that would’ve been a mess. No matter how hard he would’ve tried, he wouldn’t have been able to hold it together during Marguerite’s ‘death’ scene. It had been bad enough simply watching it from the audience.
“Indeed it is. Though while you could pull off any hair color, I must say I am partial to your red hair.” It just suited Marguerite. A dark brunette was close, but the red was definitely very much Marguerite.
Hopefully if it ever came down to Percy having to fill in, it would be in a show that didn’t require her dying on stage. Or was far enough removed that Percy would better be able to handle it.
Turning from the mirror, Marguerite went to her husband to straighten the jacket he had on so that it fit the way it was meant to for the role he was to be playing in their information gathering.
“So am I. C’est la vie, I suppose for now I will stick with wigs.”
It would probably just be best for everyone involved that if Percy needed to fill in, that it wasn’t a show in which Marguerite had to die on stage. Though if it was far enough removed from the previous year’s experience, Percy might be able to hold it together and not make an absolute fool of himself on stage.
Percy smiled at his wife as she straightened the jacket. “Wigs work well enough for the purpose they serve,” he commented. Of course, she could always put highlights or streaks in her hair, but still. He leaned in to give her a kiss.
Time would only tell on Percy needing to fill in and what role it was for. But Marguerite did hope that should it be necessary, at least let the first time be on a show that doesn’t involve death. She had put him through enough with that.
“Yes, they certainly do.” Smiling, Marguerite went on her toes to close the distance in the kiss before lowering herself back on her heels, “Shall we?”
Of course, it hadn’t been Marguerite’s fault for getting the role she’d gotten in Moulin Rouge, and Percy definitely didn’t hold it against her. But he would definitely prefer not to go through something like that again in the near future. Perhaps a comedy would be better suited to him having to take on a role at the last minute. He could definitely do a comedy.
“We shall,” he responded, offering his arm to her before they headed off for their mission.