Tea, Interrupted

January 30, 2017:

Meggan and Peggy meet at a tea shop. Peggy thinks Meggan may be either a spy or a woman who needs help

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Fade In…

She may be new to the area, but a city is a city. She's used to the smaller towns where she is known however. She went into New York City to try and get something nice for a friend and herself with a bit of the money she brought. She really shoud have packed more clothes but all she has is her green outfit that tends to draw the attention. She walked into the store, and the outfit at least distracted the shop keep from her bare feet. The little tea store seemed perfect for what she was looking for. "But it is money," she says to the store owner holding a large tin in her hand. "I made sure to get it out from my savings just before coming over here." In her hand is about fifty in Euros.

—-

There are quite a few little tea shops across Manhattan, the city for everyone. The one that Meggan happens to find herself in is Peggy's favorite. The Agent Emeritus sweeps into the shop in a hurry: certainly not an odd occurrence. The staff is used to the woman coming in with a grin, a nice tip and a sincere love of their home-brewed tea. As Peggy enters the store at her designated time, she waves to the baristas - as a regular she knows them all - and then waits a moment. Like the typical businesswoman she is checking her phone before the spy senses tingle just a bit. She glances up at Meggan and her clothing as well as her problems with paying.

For the moment, it may be clear that Peggy thinks she is dealing with a woman who has housing problems, but she steps forward. "Is there a problem?" Her own accent is crisp, London area. She gives a reassuring smile to Meggan.

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Hearing a familiar accent turns the blonde's attention to the Agent. Face lighting up and making a pleased surprised, "Oh!" She turns to the woman and says, "I seem to have the wrong money or… something. I don't have much of a head for these things. I recently arrived here and wished for a taste of home and to share with some of my friends in the country." She holds up her money. "I didn't even think to ask if money is really that different from place to place." She casually uses her hand to brush her hair over a shoulder and exposes one of her ears. "I don't want to cause trouble, if I have to I will leave." She can feel that more attention is growing on her by the moment, and Meggan isn't sure what the best course of action would be.

—-

"I take it you are not much of an international traveler, then?" Peggy gives Meggan a smile. It's not condescending, more interested in the woman. "She's on me, Bernice," she tells the woman behind the counter with a smile. Then, she ushers Meggan away from the counter, attempting to avoid a scene. "Honestly I am surprised you were allowed without shoes. This tends to be a 'no shoes, no service' type of business. Did you make it from the airport in this? Are you alright?" Her mind immediately seems to think that there may be something nefarious to this. A disoriented woman in a tea shop? That's not something that bears thinking about, but she will pitch in where she can. "What's your name, ma'am?"

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"I travel a lot to all kinds of place," says Meggan. "Just… not often long enough to worry about how money works or where to get good tea." She moves away when directed and tries to hand over some of the money. "Please let me pay and thank you for the assistance." She looks down and then at her feet. "I'm always barefoot, forget that most don't do that. I like the feel of the ground under me as much as the wind in my hair." A hand goes to her chest, "I'm Meggan. Pleased to meet you, and I took a private flight of sorts here." She hates being less then honest but was taught this answer long ago to avoid the whole 'airport' thing. "So how long you been in America?"

—-

Meggan follows at Peggy's side and will take a seat when they get to the table. "I have a bit of a checkered experience with cities. Part of why I am here, to help work on hat." She sets the tea tin on the table when she takes her seat. Moving gracefully to flip that long hair over the chair's back and not sit on it. She looks at Peggy and smiles, "You are very curious of me, aren't you?" Taking the hand with a light shake and a warm smile, "Very pleased to meet you Peggy Carter. And glad to hear a familiar voice without an accent. I was most definitley not born into money. To be honest more of the later then adopted, of sorts, into money." One hand goes up near her ears but stops before touching them as Meggan catches what she was about to do. "So are you this kind to all in this city having problems with a shop keep?"

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"I must say, it is hard to not be," Peggy replies. "A woman in green shift and no shoes with no knowledge of exchange rates is rather an interesting person to meet, don't you agree?" The SHIELD agent grins and shrugs her shoulders. "Generally, I find that people who walk into a place and believe that currency of any sort either should be accepted no matter the country either do not travel much or come from some form of money. Either born or raised. Private planes do not really do well with making me think you are of the working class." There's a shrug of her shoulders as well as a grin. It doesn't seem to bother her too much. "But, yes, a woman comes into a shop without the proper money and without any shoes? That tends to draw my attention. Especially if they flew privately out here."

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Meggan says, "I think meeting any person is interesting! No matter what color clothes they are owearing." She manages to stop herself from saying that she didn't take a plane at all. "Well I don't have much money, and thos that may not understand it may be the other way too. Hard to understand something you never had. Honestly to me, money seems silly. I understand why we have, but I think it distracts far to many people. Cities are good at that. Distraction, causing a loss of focus."

—-

Peggy watches Meggan with an interested and curious expression. It's hard not to be interested in this woman who does not seem to understand money or the 'no shirt, no shoes policy'. There's a bit of an amused smile as she studies the blonde woman in front of her. "This may be quite a strange question to ask someone, but are you from here? That is to say, you are an attractive blonde woman in barefeet and don't seem to know the currency of the dollar. Do you happen to be from Asgard?" The only other person that might fit into that description is Thor. Why might Meggan not be of the same sort of build and origin? They're both blondes and speak somewhat similarly. With less 'verily', but still.

"How would you prefer to trade?" It's a serious question, one that she smiles at. "I do enjoy cities. They provide more focus to me. A multiude of people to meet and learn more about."

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Meggan smiles back at the question. "Here I was going to ask what you meant by 'from here' because my accent makes it clear I'm not American. But I was born in the U.K. least as far as I know and been told." She shakes her head, that blonde hair tussling behind her, "Nope, not from Asgard. As for trading, I like it better when people help each other outand treat them as they wish to be treated." She crosses her legs and rests her hands in her lap. "So do you like New York then? Get to meet lots of intresting people? Those that wear shoes more often then I?"

—-

"Ah, but you know of Asgard?" Peggy can't help a bit of a smirk and a finger raised as if she has found something. "I did not believe you to be a shieldmaiden when I offered to pay for your tea, however, I thought I might engage you in conversation. You seem an interesting person. I must warn you that walking about on the streets of New York City may give you unpleasant diseases if you are not already resistant to such." That is not an attempt for her to scare Meggan, but a true PSA.

"New York has been home to me for many years. I find it quite a lovely place, less rainy than London, certainly. The shoes thing is more or less a take or leave it situation."

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"I know of a lot of places, some I can hardly pronounce." She looks at her barefoot and says, "Been like this most my life, think I'll be okay. Long as I don't go jumping up and down on anything too sharp. But thank you for the words of caution, I'll remember to get some more American clothes when I come to the city next time." Meggan looks out the window and says, "Depending on the rain they can be fun, but I do love how bright and blue the skies get out here. The buildings gleam like polished gems and bounce the light all over. I'll have to visit that big Park soon. See how that feels, and compares to the rest of the city."

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"There are quite a lot of sharp bits strewn about the streets of New York City." Peggy clearly thinks that Meggan is a sheltered woman at the best, perhaps someone that should be watched at the worst. "Central Park?" A head tilts just slightly. Despite the accent they have in common, it seems as if Peggy is unsure of whether they actually share a back culture. "It's quite lovely. Do not go there after dark. There are muggers and nefarious people that lurk there." And Meggan is a woman wearing a green dress and no shoes: as far as Peggy is concerned she would not survive in Central Park at night. "It's lovely, like being in a combed wilderness. But, truly, do not go there after dark. It's very dangerous."

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Meggan smiles, "Yes Central Park, and I will remember that and make sure to visit the Park during the day." Thankful for the concern and warings. "Though I'm not exactly helpless. I didn't get to visit there my first visit to this city. That was an odd time however." A frown coming to her as she chases that memory away with a shake of her head. "I take it you come here often? You seemed to know everyone at least."

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"I'm not suggesting you are," Peggy corrects. "I'm not exactly helpless, either, and I don't tend to venture into Central Park at night if I can help it. It's just general advice." The British ex-pat gives a shrug of her shoulders. "Ah, so you've been to New York before and liked it? How was it odd?" As for coming her often, she grins. "I live here now, actually. I haven't been back to the Blimey in, oh, many years." More years than may show, but they still somehow count. "I've lived in the area long enough to get tea here. It's my tea shop."

—-

Meggan pulls her tin of tea a bit closer. "A friend was in trouble and so I came to help and almost made things much much worse. Not a good memory." She looks at the women behind the counter, "I'll remember to bring the proper money next time. And thank you again, I owe you a cup and maybe we can get one of those twisted breads near the park, Peggy." She uncrosses her legs but doesn't stand to leave yet. "I'm very glad we met. You seem nice and maybe a bit suspicious but I get that a lot. Thank you for not being rude or mean."

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At the pull of the tin and the general leaving attitude, Peggy's posture straightens. She's not int he habit of attempting to make strangers stay, but she is a bit wary of one that goes into tea shops barefoot without proper money. However, in their time speaking together, it doesn't seem as if the woman is dangerous. Of course, she has been wrong before. However she does not move to intercept Meggan as she makes ready to leave. "It was nice to meet you as well, Meggan. Do you have a last name?" It's something good to know for later. Or to look up. "Suspicious is general tendency for New Yorkers. Even British ones."

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Meggan looks like she's about to stand but pauses and looks at Peggy a long moment. "I'm not going to hurt anyone. I get I'm… different. But I really just came here for a new start and some tea, only the later to get in this shop." She almost never gives a last name because she hasn't needed to use it much. "Depends on who you ask, for my full name I mean. But Meggan Puceanu." The last name going to a very non-Brit pronunciation and something much more centraul Europe in sounds. "But I'll leave a note here sometime for you, Peggy Carter. I should get going. I want to have a kettle going for when my friends get free."

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Peggy allows Meggan to leave, her tea carton already paid for. Her own already too steeped tea is handed off to her, but she does not seem to mind it. She had worse in the war. Instead, she watches Meggan Puceanu walk out of the store with curiosity and interest. That woman seemed to know exactly what she was feeling and thinking: something she generally keeps closer to her chest. That's certainly something. "'Ta, Hello to your friends, then," she says as a goodbye. "I hope we meet again soon." And, hopefully, for Peggy, she'll have at least a little more information on this woman.

—-

"Was a pleasure to meet you! I'll pass your kind words along to them," Meggan offers a big smile and wave as she turns to leave. Walking out the door and out of sight, turning for the alley before she'll take t the skies to fly up and above the city before turning toward home.

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