Hey, this is Foggy. I really enjoyed our date, terrifying not-penguin Penguin aside, and [how does he phrase this so he doesn't sound creepy or demanding argh] it was a great date. A really great date.
Do you want to go out for coffee sometime? I mean, it doesn't have to be a "date" date, but I'd love the company.
[He hits send before he can change his mind, and then spends about ten minutes internally screaming. Oh god it's creepy isn't it he shouldn't have sent it oh god what if he says so argh—]
Don't worry, getting swamped in work happens to all of us. [He's achingly aware that just preparing to earn his license back is going to take up a huge chunk of his time anyway, so.] But I'm glad to hear it.
There's this new place in Maurtia Falls I've been dying to try out, if that's not too out of your way. They serve incredibly delicious and most importantly inexpensive bagels.
[It's great because he can't afford to get more expensive foods.]
I actually have to be in Maurtia Falls tomorrow morning for a meeting, anyway. I could meet you before that, maybe around 8:30?
[ There's a pause as Piper types something and doesn't send it for a moment. God, he has absolutely forgotten how to do this, he just hopes he doesn't sound awkward. ]
I keep hearing breakfast dates are the new big thing.
[That makes two of them—it's been a while since Foggy was able to go on an actual date, what with the firm and all. It's a little sad to think about, but the blind date with Piper had been the first date he'd gone on in—Jesus, months.]
You hear right. They're all the rage these days—apparently coffee tastes better when you drink it with company. Who knew, right?
But seriously: thanks. Both for the date, which was amazing, and for this. Coming here and adjusting to a whole new world has been [terrifying, nauseating, brain-breaking when he stops to think about it, so lonely] really weird for me.
It's not exactly the kind of thing I ever thought would happen. Definitely not to me.
[Now, if it were Matt, he'd—okay, he'd still have a hard time believing it. It's just not something that happens in real life period, and yet here Foggy is.]
But on the bright side, at least bagels and other breakfast foods still exist in this universe! It almost makes up for everything else.
I know at least one person who's from a world where they think chopping heads off is an acceptable form of justice, bagels don't exist for him. [He thinks. Listen, it's an educated guess based off of what little Foggy has gathered of Westeros.] I'm just saying, there's a correlation between the non-existence of bagels and other breakfast foods and the shittiness of some realities.
We've got the Justice League and it's various offshoots back home—though I hear that's started up here, as well. But almost every major city has its own superhero... and the villains that come with it.
[ Hmm, is the "I used to be a Rogue" pre-second date talk, or post? Probably post, right? Right. ]
Well, you already knew about the rat thing, and that's pretty much it.
Avengers, Justice League—what are they gonna come up with next? Revengers? Superfriends?
Definitely not how it works where I'm from. Most of the superheroes I can name are based out of New York, though Captain America was in DC for a while before SHIELD went belly-up. I don't know about villains, they don't seem that common, and the ones I know about are in jail.
[Wilson Fisk absolutely counts as a comic-book supervillain, in Foggy's opinion.]
You can talk to rats, and I can generate fog. I feel like we should lodge a complaint or something.
A lot are in jail in my world, too, but the thing about locking up people with superpowers (or who are smart enough to make things comparable to superpowers) they don't tend to stay locked up.
[ Easily half the people Piper knows have done at least some time, himself included. ] Should we lodge a complaint, or volunteer our services for a local haunted house?
Turns out ordinary jail cells are not great for holding people with superpowers that can help them bust out of jail, who knew.
Now that you're talking about it, I'm kind of surprised we're not overrun with cackling maniacs who want to take over the world or brooding vigilantes right now.
[He's heard some stories, but—surprisingly not as much as he thought there would be. It's weird.]
I won't deny it, that last option sounds a lot more attractive than filing a complaint that's just going to get lost among all the others.
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Do you want to go out for coffee sometime? I mean, it doesn't have to be a "date" date, but I'd love the company.
[He hits send before he can change his mind, and then spends about ten minutes internally screaming. Oh god it's creepy isn't it he shouldn't have sent it oh god what if he says so argh—]
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[ Running a charity organization would take up a lot of his time even if he didn't tend to get tunnel vision on his projects. ]
Anyway, I'd love to.
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There's this new place in Maurtia Falls I've been dying to try out, if that's not too out of your way. They serve incredibly delicious and most importantly inexpensive bagels.
[It's great because he can't afford to get more expensive foods.]
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[ There's a pause as Piper types something and doesn't send it for a moment. God, he has absolutely forgotten how to do this, he just hopes he doesn't sound awkward. ]
I keep hearing breakfast dates are the new big thing.
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[That makes two of them—it's been a while since Foggy was able to go on an actual date, what with the firm and all. It's a little sad to think about, but the blind date with Piper had been the first date he'd gone on in—Jesus, months.]
You hear right. They're all the rage these days—apparently coffee tastes better when you drink it with company. Who knew, right?
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But seriously: thanks. Both for the date, which was amazing, and for this. Coming here and adjusting to a whole new world has been [terrifying, nauseating, brain-breaking when he stops to think about it, so lonely] really weird for me.
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Yeah, the whole different reality thing is hard to get used to. I've been here a year and a half and it's still weird sometimes.
[ It helps that he has friends from home here—he's not sure what he'd do without Mick and James around. ]
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[Now, if it were Matt, he'd—okay, he'd still have a hard time believing it. It's just not something that happens in real life period, and yet here Foggy is.]
But on the bright side, at least bagels and other breakfast foods still exist in this universe! It almost makes up for everything else.
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I hope bagels are a multi-universal constant. No reality deserves to exist without them.
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I know at least one person who's from a world where they think chopping heads off is an acceptable form of justice, bagels don't exist for him. [He thinks. Listen, it's an educated guess based off of what little Foggy has gathered of Westeros.] I'm just saying, there's a correlation between the non-existence of bagels and other breakfast foods and the shittiness of some realities.
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Even without the decapitation, any world without bagels isn't one I'd want to spend time in anyway.
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I'm not my own personal fog machine back home, though. What did you get here?
Exactly. It's linked, I'm telling you. If a reality doesn't have bagels, it's bound to be a dystopian hellscape with heads rolling everyday.
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[ Hmm, is the "I used to be a Rogue" pre-second date talk, or post? Probably post, right? Right. ]
Well, you already knew about the rat thing, and that's pretty much it.
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Definitely not how it works where I'm from. Most of the superheroes I can name are based out of New York, though Captain America was in DC for a while before SHIELD went belly-up. I don't know about villains, they don't seem that common, and the ones I know about are in jail.
[Wilson Fisk absolutely counts as a comic-book supervillain, in Foggy's opinion.]
You can talk to rats, and I can generate fog. I feel like we should lodge a complaint or something.
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(or who are smart enough to make things comparable to superpowers)
they don't tend to stay locked up.
[ Easily half the people Piper knows have done at least some time, himself included. ]
Should we lodge a complaint, or volunteer our services for a local haunted house?
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Now that you're talking about it, I'm kind of surprised we're not overrun with cackling maniacs who want to take over the world or brooding vigilantes right now.
[He's heard some stories, but—surprisingly not as much as he thought there would be. It's weird.]
I won't deny it, that last option sounds a lot more attractive than filing a complaint that's just going to get lost among all the others.