[ peggy is, as per usual, the cat's meow. dressed neatly, hair just so, brandishing sweets — she sweeps in like the picture-perfect ideal daisy thinks of her as, a stark contrast to daisy's casual day off get-up. it's not quite sweats and an over-sized tee, but leggings and an uneven hem aren't exactly 'meeting with the mayor' standards either.
it'll have to do, though, because daisy's not changing. ]
I'm not about to turn down free pie, [ comes the tart (pardon the pun) retort as she breezes past to grab plates and silverware from the cabinetry, ] But I'll remember that for next time. Hope you like pecan.
[ She chuckles softly, pulling the glass tupperware out of her bag and popping off the lids. ]
An old roommate of mine worked at an automat. Something like a diner, [ she elaborates, sliding the pie slices over to be plated up by the other woman. ] I learned to appreciate the pie of the day no matter what it was.
[ And while that's getting sorted, she helps herself to a glass of water. It's clear she's been in this space at least once before, moving through the kitchen with this much familiarity, but she's only ever been here for business matters. Peggy doesn't often do social calls — it's not in her wheelhouse, although it's something she's softening up to the longer she stays here and becomes entrenched in the lives of others. ]
No, [ daisy admits as she makes that first stab in the middle of the pie. it's a bit strained if only by concentration, but the breezy follow-up might betray how little of a surprise the quiet atmosphere ought to be. ] Fitz is … with the Hi-Jacks, I'm pretty sure, by now. Bobbi's probably still at the lab.
[ an assumption, yes, but daisy speaks with the confidence of someone who's recently checked her guesses. team shield has gotten much better about regular check-ins on daisy's own map project in the wake of her unexpected disappearance.
pie pieces satisfactorily dished out, daisy slides one down the counter to the other end for peggy to attack at her leisure, opting to take a considering first bite herself without waiting. it's good. a bit weird, she has to admit, to have lemon meringue pie this late in the summer season, but it's not bad.
with a (thankfully) clear mouth, she eventually adds: ] So. Extracurriculars?
[ taking a page from the 'straight to business' peggy carter handbook? ]
[ Peggy doesn't dig into her pie just yet, opting to lean her elbows onto the island and sip on her water as she considers the best way to explain what she's looking for. This technology is new to her and the concepts that surround it are foreign, especially to a woman who grew up in a strictly analogue society where genuine grit and elbow grease got the job done. It was a different sort of finesse, a different skill set.
But if she's going to get anywhere in this world, she has to adapt and quickly. ]
As I'm sure you're aware, [ she begins after a moment, ] my previous occupation saw a great deal of rummaging through filing cabinets. Amongst other things. [ Her lips quirk, more wry than anything else. ] I need to learn how to do that when the filing cabinets are digital.
[ She picks up her fork and points it at Daisy. ]
This is where your expertise comes in. Otherwise my position does no one any good.
[ her mouth stretches, opens into a small circle as forefinger and thumb brush crumbs from the corners; a nod signals daisy's understanding where further words don't immediately chime in. information gathering isn't a new concept, not for the 2500s and not for daisy's century, and she imagines it wasn't new for peggy's either. ]
It's honestly not that different. At least in theory. [ there's some allowance for the transition between physical interaction and digital interfaces, but if she can explain to someone from the cold war era how to understand copy-and-paste, she thinks she might be able to get someone as smart as peggy onto a good playing field.
there's a beat, a blink; as her eyes open, so too does a faintly blue expanse of digital display. it's daisy's neural desktop, typically privately accessible only to herself, but she's expanded permissions to peggy for the moment via a neural invitation. when peggy accepts, she'll be able to see daisy's desktop expanded in front of her.
much like her own interests and trains of thought, daisy's neural desktop is organized chaos. posted notes, pinned addresses, a whole section off to the corner for her current mapping project; it's all there, in various stages of completion, to be accessed upon request. for peggy's purposes, she opts to navigate into a documentation folder, one with a variety of subfolders labeled in shorthand, code, and off-color jokes that don't quite explain themselves. ]
If you were to go into a doctor's office, they'd use different filing systems than a lawyer, right? [ or a spy agency, or a housewife, or insert any number of examples here. ] Same's true here. Everybody's got their own system. If you want to find something quickly, you have to learn the system.
[ She's no stranger to sharing a neural interface like this between her work at city hall and her work with Fitz. For a woman hailing from a world where battlefield plans were paper and sand tables, having the ease of a digital workspace is something she's gladly adapted to. It's intuitive, really. Likely easier than if she'd woken up in the 21st Century.
Her gaze skips over what Daisy lays between them, focusing on it rather than the woman behind it, all while eating a slice of pie. Because one does not work on an empty stomach. ]
I'm familiar, [ she says after a moment. ] Work has been a great help in catching me up to speed. God forbid you hire a secretary incapable of doing something as rudimentary as clerical duties. I'm more interested in the art of remaining undetectable. [ She's thinking of remote access. This vintage spy is keen to learn about hacking. ] Whilst getting into places I shouldn't.
[ Her lips curve, she refocuses on Daisy. You know, just spy stuff. ]
how do you hack, half of this could be wrong, i just don't know.
[ familiarity is the first step, and daisy's glad to hear it. knowing how to use the systems on the front end makes accessing them from the back just that much easier. ]
So you already know the layouts of the file cabinets. That's good.
[ a considering bite of her dessert gives her a moment to swap gears. personal clutter is swept aside, a clean slate pulled up on a secondary workstation in a motion not entirely unlikely windows 10's task view functionality. this workstation is clean, almost unnaturally so; it's entirely devoid of any personality that might betray its owner.
as if by explanation, daisy mutters, ] Work. [ this is her vyonation desktop, and to vyonation, daisy is anything but a radical. she does her job, she does it well, and that's all they need to know. ]
Getting into a system from the back end is a lot like picking a lock. You have to know what you're working with to know its vulnerabilities.
[ she pulls up a blank tab and navigates to an access page for a local grocery chain. her team has been assigned a contract for streamlining their digital security, and so daisy's spent the last few weeks at work investigating how the different systems talk to each other. monetary pathways, employee access to restricted products for sales, keycodes and digital id requirements for delivery services, all seemingly mundane but interesting in their own right. what works in one place may work in another. ]
It's not that different from sneaking in somewhere back home. People are bad at keeping secrets — talk to the right person, listen to the right conversation, loiter a little in a lobby, you'll learn a lot. [ daisy is pretty damn sure peggy already knows this. social engineering is not something she thinks she'll have to teach the other woman. ] This one, the manager keeps a holopicture of his kid at his desk. Looked her up, found her birthday —
[ a few blinks, and a collection of encrypted symbols spill onto the screen. even in digital, plaintext isn't the thing. ]
And you're in. The way the systems here are set up, the passcodes seem to override the neural ID.
[ in this system, with low priority security in place, it identifies the user by the code provided, and even then only by a task name with standardized clearance. it's enough for daisy to poke around, pull up lists of employees and internal documents on payroll, enough to showcase what's possible. ]
But I haven't gotten into anywhere deep yet.
[ government agencies are still on her to-do list, but they take time. effort. attention. a level of skill she's not completely comfortable with yet. ]
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it'll have to do, though, because daisy's not changing. ]
I'm not about to turn down free pie, [ comes the tart (pardon the pun) retort as she breezes past to grab plates and silverware from the cabinetry, ] But I'll remember that for next time. Hope you like pecan.
[ and if she doesn't? well, too bad. ]
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An old roommate of mine worked at an automat. Something like a diner, [ she elaborates, sliding the pie slices over to be plated up by the other woman. ] I learned to appreciate the pie of the day no matter what it was.
[ And while that's getting sorted, she helps herself to a glass of water. It's clear she's been in this space at least once before, moving through the kitchen with this much familiarity, but she's only ever been here for business matters. Peggy doesn't often do social calls — it's not in her wheelhouse, although it's something she's softening up to the longer she stays here and becomes entrenched in the lives of others. ]
Is anyone else home?
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[ an assumption, yes, but daisy speaks with the confidence of someone who's recently checked her guesses. team shield has gotten much better about regular check-ins on daisy's own map project in the wake of her unexpected disappearance.
pie pieces satisfactorily dished out, daisy slides one down the counter to the other end for peggy to attack at her leisure, opting to take a considering first bite herself without waiting. it's good. a bit weird, she has to admit, to have lemon meringue pie this late in the summer season, but it's not bad.
with a (thankfully) clear mouth, she eventually adds: ] So. Extracurriculars?
[ taking a page from the 'straight to business' peggy carter handbook? ]
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But if she's going to get anywhere in this world, she has to adapt and quickly. ]
As I'm sure you're aware, [ she begins after a moment, ] my previous occupation saw a great deal of rummaging through filing cabinets. Amongst other things. [ Her lips quirk, more wry than anything else. ] I need to learn how to do that when the filing cabinets are digital.
[ She picks up her fork and points it at Daisy. ]
This is where your expertise comes in. Otherwise my position does no one any good.
no subject
[ her mouth stretches, opens into a small circle as forefinger and thumb brush crumbs from the corners; a nod signals daisy's understanding where further words don't immediately chime in. information gathering isn't a new concept, not for the 2500s and not for daisy's century, and she imagines it wasn't new for peggy's either. ]
It's honestly not that different. At least in theory. [ there's some allowance for the transition between physical interaction and digital interfaces, but if she can explain to someone from the cold war era how to understand copy-and-paste, she thinks she might be able to get someone as smart as peggy onto a good playing field.
there's a beat, a blink; as her eyes open, so too does a faintly blue expanse of digital display. it's daisy's neural desktop, typically privately accessible only to herself, but she's expanded permissions to peggy for the moment via a neural invitation. when peggy accepts, she'll be able to see daisy's desktop expanded in front of her.
much like her own interests and trains of thought, daisy's neural desktop is organized chaos. posted notes, pinned addresses, a whole section off to the corner for her current mapping project; it's all there, in various stages of completion, to be accessed upon request. for peggy's purposes, she opts to navigate into a documentation folder, one with a variety of subfolders labeled in shorthand, code, and off-color jokes that don't quite explain themselves. ]
If you were to go into a doctor's office, they'd use different filing systems than a lawyer, right? [ or a spy agency, or a housewife, or insert any number of examples here. ] Same's true here. Everybody's got their own system. If you want to find something quickly, you have to learn the system.
i am so so so so sorry for the wait
Her gaze skips over what Daisy lays between them, focusing on it rather than the woman behind it, all while eating a slice of pie. Because one does not work on an empty stomach. ]
I'm familiar, [ she says after a moment. ] Work has been a great help in catching me up to speed. God forbid you hire a secretary incapable of doing something as rudimentary as clerical duties. I'm more interested in the art of remaining undetectable. [ She's thinking of remote access. This vintage spy is keen to learn about hacking. ] Whilst getting into places I shouldn't.
[ Her lips curve, she refocuses on Daisy. You know, just spy stuff. ]
how do you hack, half of this could be wrong, i just don't know.
So you already know the layouts of the file cabinets. That's good.
[ a considering bite of her dessert gives her a moment to swap gears. personal clutter is swept aside, a clean slate pulled up on a secondary workstation in a motion not entirely unlikely windows 10's task view functionality. this workstation is clean, almost unnaturally so; it's entirely devoid of any personality that might betray its owner.
as if by explanation, daisy mutters, ] Work. [ this is her vyonation desktop, and to vyonation, daisy is anything but a radical. she does her job, she does it well, and that's all they need to know. ]
Getting into a system from the back end is a lot like picking a lock. You have to know what you're working with to know its vulnerabilities.
[ she pulls up a blank tab and navigates to an access page for a local grocery chain. her team has been assigned a contract for streamlining their digital security, and so daisy's spent the last few weeks at work investigating how the different systems talk to each other. monetary pathways, employee access to restricted products for sales, keycodes and digital id requirements for delivery services, all seemingly mundane but interesting in their own right. what works in one place may work in another. ]
It's not that different from sneaking in somewhere back home. People are bad at keeping secrets — talk to the right person, listen to the right conversation, loiter a little in a lobby, you'll learn a lot. [ daisy is pretty damn sure peggy already knows this. social engineering is not something she thinks she'll have to teach the other woman. ] This one, the manager keeps a holopicture of his kid at his desk. Looked her up, found her birthday —
[ a few blinks, and a collection of encrypted symbols spill onto the screen. even in digital, plaintext isn't the thing. ]
And you're in. The way the systems here are set up, the passcodes seem to override the neural ID.
[ in this system, with low priority security in place, it identifies the user by the code provided, and even then only by a task name with standardized clearance. it's enough for daisy to poke around, pull up lists of employees and internal documents on payroll, enough to showcase what's possible. ]
But I haven't gotten into anywhere deep yet.
[ government agencies are still on her to-do list, but they take time. effort. attention. a level of skill she's not completely comfortable with yet. ]