Alma Wade will not give up (its_my_nature) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-14 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alma wade, peggy carter |
"They're impractical."
Who: Alma and Peggy
What: Random meeting in a park and a war against heels
where: a park
When: Today
Status: complete
Rating: PG
It was a pleasant day and Peggy had been conducting preliminary interviews in preparation for the upcoming case all morning. By the time the lunch hour rolled around, she was in need of a break, and the yogurt stand in a nearby park, so that was where she headed, trying to clear her mind of the disturbing things she had uncovered after speaking with her client's teacher. The depths some people sank to had stopped surprising her a long time ago, but they still made her angry and sad at the same time.
Alma had taken a walk. It was a long walk, and involved several bus trips, but she mostly wanted to get away. Away from Caroline, away from the laboratory, away from her father. She was walking through the park, a feeling of unease in her stomach. That feeling seemed to hover around her, and people in general avoided her, walking around her or going off into the grass entirely. The girl sighed, and sat on a bench.
Peggy headed off onto the grassy part of the park, rather than the street, and then, as she did that, managed, somehow to catch her heel on the edge of one of those holes designed to maintain sprinker systems. She felt her heel snapping and pitched forward. "Bloody things!" she cried, managing, somehow, not to show the entire park her underwear as she toppled.
Looking up from her bench, Alma watched the woman topple over, too far to offer any assistance before the fact. She got to her feet and walked over, brushing hair away from her own face, "Are you all right?"
Peggy looked up from where she was now kneeling and trying to brush herself off. "I think I'm all right, though thank you." she said, managing a smile as she stood. "Damned heels." she added, giving the things a look of complete disgust.
"They're impractical." Alma lifted her own foot to display sensible and plain white shoes. No markings, just white shoes. Very boring, "And dangerous, as you have demonstrated."
"Quite." Peggy admitted with a sigh. "Alas interviews and such and I must look the part of proper lawyer for the moment. Somehow that's evolved to include these. I personally blame the media." she wrinkled her nose a bit. "Yours seem much easier to work in."
"That is sexist," Alma pointed out. "And uncomfortable. At least where I work we are practical." She had a sudden disdain for lawyers, based entirely on heels.
"it quite is." Peggy shook her head. Where I work, the head partners hardly mind about our footwear," She couldn't imagine Galadriel of all people being concerned about shoes as long as they were appropriately professional. "It's outside perceptions playing up here, I'm afraid." she admitted,shaking her head. "Where do you work then?" she wondered, curiousity sinking in there.
"I work at a lab," She replied, smiling hesitantly, the expression making her look even younger. "We're currently doing research into improved search and rescue techniques." It was a half-truth, since that was one of the potential applications. But only a small one and the money was apparently elsewhere.
Alma had her own qualms about it, but kept them to herself. She certainly couldn't tell a lawyer!
"Oh very nice." Peggy approved of that. "With so many people going misisng these days, that could be a real help" She nodded to show how she liked the idea. "Quite useful really."
Alma nodded her head, "Especially in a disaster. Its a way to get cameras where people, robots or dogs can't go!"
"Even robots?" Now that was truly impressive. "Well, I wish you luck with that!."
"Thank you." Alma paused, then added, "Heels would be counter-productive in an earthquake."
"You're absolutely right." Peggy shook her head. "Next time, I carry a spare of my flats with me, just in case."
"Very good!" Alma looked pleased that she may have made a difference in her new war on heels. She nodded her head at Peggy, not blinking much, "There are very nice flats out there, I am sure. Perhaps consider bucking tradition."
"Perhaps." Peggy grinned. "A new trend, maybe. I would be up for starting it I think."
"What do you have to lose?" Alma clasped her hands behind her back. She didn't want to look at her watch, she wasn't ready to go back. She didn't particularly want to go back.
Peggy wasn't particularly eager to head back in either, actually. It was just...a whole ot of mess to handle, and she didn't feel quite ready. "Nothing, I suppose." She admitted, and smirked.
Hesitating for just a moment, Alma asked, "Would you like to get cake, or ice cream?"
"You know, I was thinking along those lines." Peggy admitted, smiling. "That would be lovely, actually."
Alma held out her hand.
Peggy took that offered hand and turned to follow after her.
And cake and ice cream was had!