... it's possible. I just dehydrated the tomato, didn't add salt, and didn't cure the meat when I baked the biscuits.
Ha, cute. There's nothing about being friends that falls short. Even if Marci was A Choice over being single.
... oh fuck, Kate. Marci.
She reps a lot of the art and museum boards. She won't go for Vanessa. Do you know anyone who is repped by her firm? If I reach out she's gonna gut me. She won't be pro-Fisk, though. Marci is a demon but she is not that sort of demon. Foggy would want...
Why not? [Oh, WAIT.] Fury approached you?! [How could he not? Matt wasn't exactly keeping a low profile in New York.]
... I don't know how you manage it, but you make dog bicuits sounds freaking incredible.
Hey! Don't get me wrong, Heather and you are super cute, but you guys were total husbands material and -- [And she can tell Matt's sudden silence means something.
Matt's sudden rant about Marci and Vanessa doesn't make sense straight away. That is, until she remembers what Matt said about Fisk's wife being behind the hit. Suddenly, it all feels so obvious.]
Shit! Shit, okay, huh... Do you remember the name of her firm? I can't get check here, but I can get someone at the office to do it for me. I'll -- YOu think she could be in danger tonight?
[Laughter at that.] No. I wasn't Fury material. I had friends who were, though. Who are. [Clint. Peter. Nat, turning up in his room, refusing to put SHIELD at risk because it mattered more than she did. It didn't. Peter, caught between his mentor and an agency who profited but rebuked that mentorship. God, how Matthew hated governmental agencies without checks and balances. He was Fury's worse nightmare, if they both didn't hate other politicians more than each other.] Question authority, Kate. question systems even when you're part of them. It's our civic duty. We owe it to our friends. To our family. To our country. Nobody is without question.
And nobody is swept under the rug.
[A lilting laugh. A teasing tone. Nat, putting on Frank Sinatra's My Way. 'Let us dance to such a future, my devil.
I'd rather fight for the future that is.
A fighting dance then, as our compromise.']
Heather wouldn't be insulted. She has a best friend, too.
Marci left Hogarth. 'cause she's not as terrible as she likes to claim. She's with Sackow and Fitz now. That big media firm.
[Repping vapid children online and the occasional real artist and industry mogul. Marci had accrued clients in the visual arts scene over the years, while widening her market to include anyone who claimed to be an artist and had the money to buy her talents. She wasn't afraid to indulge petty claims, but she did also uphold standards. She didn't violate the law. She didn't allow for people to be crushed who shouldn't be. Marci wanted to manage petty arguments between equally rich people, not stomp on the rights of poor artists.
She didn't want to enter the realm of criminal law at all.
But she wouldn't stop opening her big mouth if she saw such violations.]
[Even though Matt's explanation had taken a turn Kate had not seen coming, she could almost read through the lines. After all, Kate was certain that she knew at least a couple of those friends Matt was mentioning. Perhaps, one of them all too well.] Well, considering the Mayor and I are not exactly seeing each other eye-to-eye at the moment, I think there's a good chance I'll be following your advice in the future.
[Before Matt could mention the name of the firm, Kate looked frantically around his things for a pen and paper. She did find a pencil, but the only paper around was one of the books she figured must be Heather's.]
Sorry, you said..? Sacrow and Fitz, right? [She checked, scribbling the name and waiting for Matt to confirm.]
Okay, I know we do cover the security in a few museums and even more galleries, I can call someone to check and figure who Marci represents. Where do you want to go after that? Do you want me to reach out to her and warn her?
Yeah. For better or worse you can let her know she can reach out to me if she has questions. But it feels like I should do a check in with her, for Foggy's sake if nothing else.
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Date: 2025-05-10 07:31 pm (UTC)I just have to make him homecooked treats that are gentle on his tummy. I'm not calling him out, I'm making my own peanut butter.
... we were getting along at that point. I thought it was a nice gift. He could read it over break and we could discuss when he got back.
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Date: 2025-05-10 08:01 pm (UTC)Wait, you think it's possible to make him some sort of homecooked doggie friendly pizza?
Honestly, the more I hear about you guys, the more I realize you were cursed with heterosexuality.
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Date: 2025-05-10 08:37 pm (UTC)... it's possible. I just dehydrated the tomato, didn't add salt, and didn't cure the meat when I baked the biscuits.
Ha, cute. There's nothing about being friends that falls short. Even if Marci was A Choice over being single.
... oh fuck, Kate. Marci.
She reps a lot of the art and museum boards. She won't go for Vanessa. Do you know anyone who is repped by her firm? If I reach out she's gonna gut me. She won't be pro-Fisk, though. Marci is a demon but she is not that sort of demon. Foggy would want...
I didn't think to check on Marci.
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Date: 2025-05-10 08:49 pm (UTC)... I don't know how you manage it, but you make dog bicuits sounds freaking incredible.
Hey! Don't get me wrong, Heather and you are super cute, but you guys were total husbands material and -- [And she can tell Matt's sudden silence means something.
Matt's sudden rant about Marci and Vanessa doesn't make sense straight away. That is, until she remembers what Matt said about Fisk's wife being behind the hit. Suddenly, it all feels so obvious.]
Shit! Shit, okay, huh... Do you remember the name of her firm? I can't get check here, but I can get someone at the office to do it for me. I'll -- YOu think she could be in danger tonight?
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Date: 2025-05-10 09:16 pm (UTC)And nobody is swept under the rug.
[A lilting laugh. A teasing tone. Nat, putting on Frank Sinatra's My Way. 'Let us dance to such a future, my devil.
I'd rather fight for the future that is.
A fighting dance then, as our compromise.']
Heather wouldn't be insulted. She has a best friend, too.
Marci left Hogarth. 'cause she's not as terrible as she likes to claim. She's with Sackow and Fitz now. That big media firm.
[Repping vapid children online and the occasional real artist and industry mogul. Marci had accrued clients in the visual arts scene over the years, while widening her market to include anyone who claimed to be an artist and had the money to buy her talents. She wasn't afraid to indulge petty claims, but she did also uphold standards. She didn't violate the law. She didn't allow for people to be crushed who shouldn't be. Marci wanted to manage petty arguments between equally rich people, not stomp on the rights of poor artists.
She didn't want to enter the realm of criminal law at all.
But she wouldn't stop opening her big mouth if she saw such violations.]
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Date: 2025-05-10 10:31 pm (UTC)[Before Matt could mention the name of the firm, Kate looked frantically around his things for a pen and paper. She did find a pencil, but the only paper around was one of the books she figured must be Heather's.]
Sorry, you said..? Sacrow and Fitz, right? [She checked, scribbling the name and waiting for Matt to confirm.]
Okay, I know we do cover the security in a few museums and even more galleries, I can call someone to check and figure who Marci represents. Where do you want to go after that? Do you want me to reach out to her and warn her?
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-05-11 11:15 am (UTC)[Not only did they owe it to Foggy, they owed it to anyone who might be exposed to the Fisks and their violence.]
Okay, I'm gonna get someone to check on this and I'll try to contact her. I'll keep you updated or -- How long before you make it here?
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:28 am (UTC)