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LOCATION: patâs place.
PARTIES: @g0t-ri5hâ and @nelllraiserâ.
SUMMARY: two snoops get snooped a la spiderman meme, and a deal is struck.Â
CONTENTS: mass poisoning, food poisoning.
alternatively:Â Â
Margot was simply curious, or obsessed, depending how you looked at it. She knew what had happened at Patâs Place was no accident. It was a feeling she could not shake, a feeling that had kept her awake, tossing and turning the past week. Now that the sun had gone down, Margot felt a spur of energy and couldnât stand the thought of another sleepless night. So sheâd put on her warmest coat and backpack, and made her way to Patâs. When she arrived, she found it plastered with caution tape that no one had bothered to remove, and why would they? This place would never reopen. Margot was saddened at the thought. Sheâd only been there once, a burger last December when sheâd come to tour the university. Margot hadnât enjoyed the tour, but the burger had been delicious. She shook herself from the memory. She wasnât here to reminisce, she was here to investigate. Margot rounded the building and came to the back alley, where a feral rat greeted her with red eyes. She hissed at it jokingly, watched it scamper away and out of sight. She leaned against the brick of Patâs back wall and slumped down to sit. Her laptop out, she booted it up. Then -- footsteps. Margot could hear them coming closer, seeing the outline of who, or what was coming her way. âHello?â She called out.
Nell hadnât realized that Remmy wouldnât want to go back to the site of the poisoning, too caught up in getting to the bottom of everything to think that her friend might not want to revisit the site of such a traumatic event. Who in their right mind would? Then again...what did that say about Nell? Shaking that thought from her head, she pushed the memories of choking on air, being unable to breathe, and ultimately passing out from the poison from her mind. She needed to be focused if she wanted to find anything of worth here, even if the sight of that Patâs Place sign set her slightly on edge. Remmy had mentioned something about a man in the alley, and that would be the witchâs first stop. Creeping under the caution tape, Nell froze as she heard a hissing sound, body tensing as she tried to determine whether or not it belonged to a threat. But someone whoâd poisoned an entire restaurant wouldnât return to the scene of the crime, right? Thatâd just be irresponsible. Nevertheless, she approached with a wary gait, brows furrowed in confusion as she saw the face of a girl illuminated in the glow of a laptop. âWho are you?â she asked with a frown, not entirely sure what to make of the sight.
A voice. Margot was relieved by the sound, not that she believed in monsters or ghosts or anything. âIâm Margot.â She closed her laptop hastily, not wanting the stranger to see what she had been doing, or planning to do. She knew how suspicious she must look, crouched in the back alley at the site of a triple murder. Margot hoped it was not some detective she was face-to-face with, or someone who would question why she was there and what she was doing. What she had planned wasnât entirely legal and may be considered a felony in some states. Margot squinted through the darkness, trying to make out the personâs face. âHey, I know you.â Margot recognised her from her profile picture on Facebook. âPenelope isnât it?â Nell had told Margot about Faetal Attraction; how exclusive it was and how she should avoid it. It made Margot want to go there even more. Like a moth to a flame. âWhat are you doing here?â Margot said rather rudely, as if Nell had interrupted her.
Margot. Nell remembered the name from their online interactions as well, and now that she looked closer at the other girl, it did look like the little picture that had been next to her messages. âYeah, Penelope.â It seemed too ambiguous and tense of a moment to mention that most people just called her Nell. The witchâs frown only deepened at Margotâs tone, eyes narrowing slightly as her arms crossed over her chest. âWhat are you doing here?â she echoed back out of pure stubbornness. In truth, she wasnât all that opposed to revealing what she was looking into, but she also didnât know much about the girl before her other than she was relatively new to town, and a college student. It didnât exactly provide any reasons as to why Nell should trust her or not. And what was with the laptop? Margot had mentioned computer science online, but who just decided to set up camp in the back alley of a recently poisoned restaurant? âYou a fan of Patâs?â Had the girl been here for the poisoning?Â
Margot wanted to snap back, an âI asked you firstâ retort, but she resisted, knowing that it would get her nowhere. âI was just - I donât know, interested? I want to know what happened.â Margot didnât want to give out more than that, not knowing what the girlâs intentions in being here might be. Hell, Nell could even be the notorious poisoner for all Margot knew. âYour turn.â Margot mimicked Nellâs stance, arms crossed in opposition, staring her down in the same manner, âWhat are you doing here?â She waited for Nellâs answer, hoping it was something good. This interaction was beginning to sound like an interrogation. Margot felt like she was on trial, as if she were guilty of something, maybe she was. âI came here once, a while back. I wasnât poisoned, lucky for me I guess.â Margot looked grimly at the back door to the restaurant. âItâs sad though, âwas a pretty good meal. I wouldâve liked to come back.â She turned her attention back to Nell, âWere you there, you know, when it happened?â Margot had only heard about the incident through the newspapers, and that had been horrific enough.Â
Nell gave Margot a once over, trying to glean whatever she could from the girlâs stance and body language that might aid Nellâs decision of whether or not to trust her for the time being. âCanât I be interested too?â she asked back, though this time it had less of an edge to it, a hint of tease entering the words. Nell was fairly certain Margot was telling the truth about not being poisoned, as she couldnât remember seeing anyone that looked like Margot at the grand re-opening. âYeah, it was good before the whale shark crushed it.â Had Margot been here long enough to know about the real strangeness of White Crest? âI was here.â There wasnât any real need to mention she was poisoned, right? Nell hated admitting to the fact, as if it somehow made her appear weaker, more vulnerable, so sheâd keep it to herself for the moment. âSo youâre just nosing around? Is that it?â Thatâs what âinterestedâ meant, didnât it? After all, Nell herself had given the vague excuse on many on occasion when she was doing something she most likely shouldnât have been doing.
The distrust in Nellâs eyes was obvious. Margot knew she wasnât going to get any real information from her, at least not yet. âA whale shark, thatâs how he died, right? The owner? I think I read it somewhere.â She had, just a few days ago, using multiple search engines and a small hack that let her into the White Crest Pressâ database. People needed to encrypt their data more thoroughly. Margot had found more while she was there; the reporterâs notes on last weekâs tragedy, the names of the deceased. It had made her more determined to figure out the mystery. It was worse to hear that Nell had actually experienced it, firsthand. âThat sounds awful.â Margot said no more, sensing that it was a subject better left untouched. She couldnât stand this beating around the bush any longer, it was getting them nowhere, âI was going to connect to this placeâs wifi router.â Connect. That was a better word than hack. It sounded far less illegal, âMaybe find out if they kept receipts of everyone who ate here on that day, trace the credit cards used, or even see what employees were working at the time.â Margotâs plan was a broad one, one that she hadnât considered greatly before coming down here.Â
âYep,â Nell confirmed, wondering whether or not Margot believed the story of the whale shark. There were still a good chunk of White Crest residents about it even after having seen fish rain from the sky with their own two eyes. âI guess sushi was their real competitor all along.â Was it ill to joke about the dead? Probably. But Nell was bad at boundaries, and she hadnât known Pat that personally. âBut yeah, I don't imagine it was a fun way to go.â The mention of connecting to the router was already sparking Nellâs interest, though. Wasnât the thing password protected? âThatâs handy.â She took another step closer to Margot, her intrigue growing larger by the second as Margot listed off all sorts of information she could apparently obtain. Another thought came to her mind. âWhat about cameras? Could you also see who was around?â Specifically a well-dressed man in this very alley way that tipped his hat to my friend, was her unspoken addition to that request.Â
Margot sniggered at the pun, âAt least death by sushi is an unique way to go. More exciting than a heart attack or pneumonia.â Margot didnât think anyone around here died via heart attack, or any natural cause for that matter. Fish deaths might be more common than she even knew. As Nell took a step forward, Margot opened her laptop back up. There was no point in hiding it now. Margot thought about Nellâs question for a moment. It was admittedly, a better idea than her own. âIf they had the camera feed transmitting to a harddrive or computer inside, it should be no problem.â Margot got to work, opening up her cracking software. âLooks like Pat was too cheap for free wifi. That wouldâve made this easier,â Still, sheâd only have to run a basic dictionary sweep to get the wifi password. Margot didnât speak for a few moments, deep in concentration. The password: bigkahuna543. Margot nudged the screen so Nell could see the result. âOriginal.â Margot commented. She entered the password and scanned for devices, finding a server connection that looked like their target. âAnd, we are in.â Margot brought the server up remotely on her screen. They were now looking at the camera feed. âWhen was the poisoning?âÂ
âWe can only hope for such an interesting death,â Nell joked back in a rather dry tone. At one time, Nell had been a victim of the folly of youth, and the sense of invincibility that came with being young. After all, sheâd had an incredibly lucky streak when it came to escaping deathly situations by the skin of her teeth. But that had shifted after Beaâs death. Now, she couldnât help but feel that sheâd meet a bloody end some day. It was only a matter of time, just as it was for most everyone. There wasnât time to think about all that now, though. She only vaguely understood what it was Margot was saying about all this tech stuff, but it sounded promising. âYou really should meet my friend, Winston. Theyâre a giant ass computer nerd.â A pleased and vindicated grin came over Nell as she saw the product of Margotâs work displayed on the screen, suddenly much more invested in this girl and what she was delivering. âThat was beautiful,â she praised before carrying on. âThe thing started at seven, but what Iâm looking for probably happened around a half hour laterâ in the back alley. A well-dressed man with a hat.â
âWinston.â Margot repeated, âIâll keep their name in mind.â It might be nice to know another techie in town, they seemed so few and far between around here. âOkay, so weâll start the footage from seven, go from there.â Margot changed the time and date stamps to match. They were accessing three camera feeds, one inside the restaurant and two externally. Margot began the clip, watched as the horrific event unfolded inside. She could make out Nell, though the footage was grainy. Margot looked towards the girl now, swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat. Perhaps seeing this again would cause her to relive it. âIâll skip ahead.â Margot whispered, feeling as though speaking at a higher decibel would be insensitive. She fast forwarded. It was difficult to watch the chaos ensue, even more so at two times speed. The panicked expressions on each of the diners faces would be ingrained in Margotâs mind for at least a few weeks. Twenty minutes or so into the recording, she hit play. It was now the aftermath of the tragedy, medics and body bags. Then, just as Nell had predicted, movement on one of the external camera angles. The back alley, almost exactly where they sat right at this very moment. Margot stayed silent, as they watched.Â
âI can point you their way after all this, if you want,â Nell said with a shrug. Of course...it might be best not to mention the hacking outright to Winston. Not when her friend worked for the police, still. As the poisoning began to replay itself, Nellâs jaw tightened, momentarily fixated on her own form going limp, eventually losing consciousness. Her eyes settled on Bea for a fleeting moment before she realized she couldnât watch her sister die again, not after the first time. But watching Jared, Remmy, and the other assorted faces wasnât any better, anxiety clawing its way up her throat at the thought of her loved ones dying. Instead, she focused on the outside where Remmy said theyâd seen the suspicious man. âThere he is!â Nell practically leaped towards the screen, trying to get a closer look. Here was the key to figuring out what the fuck had happened, and whether or not she was inadvertently responsible for what had happened at Patâs. Squinting at the grainy picture, she was dismayed to find that she didnât recognize the man. But maybe she knew someone that would. âCan you send a shot of that to me? His face and everything?âÂ
Margot zoomed in on the unknown person. A man, brown hair, average build, not someone she had seen around town, and it seemed that Nell didnât recognise him either. âYou donât know him?â Margot asked, just to be sure. There wasnât much to make out, his features were obscured by the poor quality of the footage. Was he the one responsible for such chaos? Were they looking at the face of a murderer? Margot clipped the image of him in the alley, a full body shot and a few close ups of his face. âType in your email.â Margot turned the computer in Nellâs direction and waited for her to enter her address before hitting send. Nell had a bigger stake in this investigation than Margot did. Margot just wanted answers. Nell needed them. âWhatâre you going to do? You know, when you figure out who he is?â
Nell continued to scrutinize the picture of the anonymous man, trying to wrack every inch of her brain to remember if sheâd seen him anywhere near the Ring or not. But it was fruitless. âI donât know him.â There was only a tinge of frustration to the words before her tone shifted into something harder, and a plan began to hatch. âBut I might know someone who does.â Sheâd been planning to hunt down the rest of the big Ring names anyway, might as well ask them if they recognized the photo while she was at it. Her phone pinged, and she glanced at the screen, confirming that sheâd gotten the picture as the corner of her lips twitched upwars in satisfaction. Then she looked at Margot, taking in the girl in front of her. She couldnât be any older than Nell, and it was hard to tell if she was familiar with the supernatural or not. Maybe she was simply good at hiding it. Either way, Nell didnât want to take the risk. âIâm gonna make sure he doesnât do it again. Or anything like it.âÂ
Nell seemed satisfied with Margotâs work and she was glad to be of service. This hack had proved advantageous for her too, now one step closer to uncovering this townâs secrets. Yet Margot wasnât satisfied; âI usually charge people for doing work like this.â Margot explained as she began to pack up her equipment. âBut, Iâd be willing to waive my regular fee, if you promise to keep me in the loop.â Margot had no leverage in this scenario, sheâd already done what Nell wanted, but she had a feeling this wouldnât be the last time Nell would need her help. A partnership could benefit both of them. âI want to find that guy as much as you.â
It made sense that Margot would charge, after all a girl had to eat. Nell had already been thinking about how useful it would be to have someone like Margot helping with this entire thing, but at the mention of money...she wasnât entirely sure how feasible that would be with her current situation. Then the mention of a waiving came along, and an eager expression quickly replaced her previously neutral one. âI think I could do that. You can tell me a bit more about what you do, and I can tell you a bit more about what Iâm doing.â And if Margot was passionate about finding this guy along with her, Nell wasnât going to ask too many questions. But she did have just one. âWhy do you want to find him?â
Margot hesitated. Would her reason for being here make her sound insane? A kook? She took a deep breath. âEver since I moved here, I have this feeling. Like Iâm missing out on something -- like thereâs some big secret Iâm not privy to.â She looked at Nell, gauging her response to the confession. âThatâs why I want to find him. Not just for those poor bastards who died last week, but for me. I want to know the truth.â It was a selfish reason, but it felt right to be honest. She needed Nell to trust her.Â
Nell matched Margotâs hesitation, knowing just how well knowledge of the supernatural could make or break someoneâs life. It was a hard line to walk. If you didnât know enough, you might just waltz into a vampireâs lair and become a midnight snack. But if you knew too much...it sucked you in and never let you go. Made you realize that the world was full of things that were trying to kill you and everything you loved, and that there was only so much you could do to combat it. But maybe Margot didnât need to know everything. Maybe they could find that balance. âAlright,â Nell replied simply, giving the other girl a single nod. âThen itâs a deal.â
natasha "shall we play a game?" romanoff will SOMETIMES, OCCASIONALLY (all the time) use a dramatic hacker voice to say "i'm in" on A FEW of her missions. (all of them. all of her missions. nick has talked to her about this. clint thinks it's adorable.)