#threads: misty

[feminaferitas]

@healiotrope gets a visit from Misty Quigley at Camp Green Pine

The cleanup of personal affects seemed more an effort to control and isolate than it was an effort to 'unplug' and 'reconnect with our intuitive spirits' or whatever the purple-clad cultist had just told her. Not that Natalie had ever been glued to her devices, but Misty was surprised she'd really just accept getting cut off from everyone, least of all from her best friend who was finally here to help.

Of course, there was the matter of Lottie Matthews convincing Natalie that somehow this would be good for her. Sure, Nat had been in and out of various wellness centers, but these people weren't authorized to help her. Sure, once upon a time Misty might have felt that Lottie had some charismatic, enigmatic intuition. But this was just plain cultish, no matter how much they dressed it up with purple robes and boutique farmer's market stands.

Besides, what did Lottie know about the help Natalie needed? It wasn't like they were that close, even if there were bonds from their past that only the two women could understand. Misty wasn't jealous, she was just pragmatic. Skeptical. Analytical.

"Lottie," she said, trying to disguise the impatience in her voice as her phone was surrendered after some poorly timed text messages. "Interesting place you've got here. I don't know how you've convinced Natalie that you have her best interests at heart, but I'm taking her home as soon as humanly possible. No offense."

[wickedgamc-arch]

starter for @dearxeden.

To be present in two places that were so different from each other made everything thrilling. Misty knew that, after working non-stop for long nights at the nightclub, trying to find another way to digest the information she received from an Intel regarding a dangerous criminal. She had been working for the FBI for years as an undercover agent, and there was the beauty of it: nobody knowing she was, in fact, an FBI agent. Everyone believed she was just a stripper, dancing erotically during the evenings. And she wanted it to remain that way.

She was finishing preparing for the private dancing session when she heard the client stepping into the room. "I'll be ready in a few minutes, babe. You get yourself comfortable." Misty purred to him as she kept her gaze on the small pocket mirror she was holding in one hand, while the other painted the red lipstick all over her plump lips.

[feminaferitas]

@heartorn {natalie} and misty are in a bar trying to figure out who killed travis

Misty knew bringing an addict to a bar wasn't exactly the best idea, but as far as she knew, Natalie was maintaining her sobriety at least from the harder drugs. A little beer wasn't going to kill anyone, and besides, if she tried to make a stupid decision, Misty was here to help stop her. It seemed that their pursuit of information about whatever happened to Travis was helping the brunette keep focus anyhow.

Sitting at the bar like a couple of co-investigators was fun and exciting, she had to admit. A lot of her citizen detective work was done at home in private -- darkened rooms, late night dinner, Caligula over her shoulder as she scoured websites and library archives. Granted, the bar stools here were a little tall for Misty but she managed to climb up, sitting alongside Natalie as the woman began her first drink for the night.

"So, I was thinking we could probably investigate his old workplace, maybe see if any of his coworkers might be possible leads. We can do this online first before we show up in person, kick any doors in, you know," Misty began to ramble, sliding her glasses back up her nose with her middle and ring fingers.

"Do you see yourself more as a confrontational or intimidating asset in the field or are you good with breaking and entering, sneaking around? You know, I'm the information person and I can talk my way out of things if we get caught but I'm not really the face of a detective operation. But I bet together, we can get to the bottom of this."

[feminaferitas]

@killjoysanonymous {Shauna} gets a visit (sans cookie) from Misty Quigley

It was truly a miracle any of these women had survived without her this long. But clearly they still needed her, whether or not they realized. Misty was flattered Natalie had enough sense to come to her and for the most part, the women were extremely cooperative following her frankly mandatory recommendations for disposing of the evidence. But Shauna remained a potential loose cannon, as she had already proved with everything that put her in this kerfuffle in the first place.

Misty was nothing if not generous with her time and expertise, and honestly, she felt she owed it to Shauna to protect her through this. Despite the rather foolproof cleanup, there was no reason to get too comfortable just yet. In fact, she still needed to resolve the matter of the head and hands (child's play, just a matter of the right window of time and not even Misty could rush that). And with the reunion looming, there was always a chance Mrs. Sadecki would accidentally poke a hole in the watertight execution.

Hah, execution. Shauna poking holes in things was what led to that in the first place. Funny, but not funny enough to repeat out loud and incriminate anyone further.

Misty knocked on her friend's door jovially. It was easy enough to find her, the blonde just never had a real excuse to visit before. Ignoring Shauna's clear lack of excitement to see her yesterday, she came armed with a simple coffee with cream and sugar for the other woman. A perfect excuse to come inside and make sure Shauna's guilt wasn't getting the better of her.

"Hiii," Misty said when the door finally opened. The coffee was offered out before explanation. Hard to resist, and harder to slam a door on an outstretched fist (not that that had ever stopped Natalie in the past, but maybe Shauna was different). "With the big reunion coming up and all, I figured it'd be a perfect time to check in and see how you were doing. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[wickedgamc-arch]

starter for @forbiddcndcsirc

based on a "mafia princess and her protector" plot.

Being in the mafia world wasn't meant for anyone, even so with the pros and cons. The pros were a life full of luxuries, forming bonds that'd last forever and running businesses. But the cons were people that targeted someone that had so much power in a city or a country itself. Misty was born and raised in an orphanage and spent her early adulthood being a prostitute. During her years as a prostitute, she met a man that'd change her life and made her end up where she is now — a mafia lady with so much influence over her friends and most of all, men. Such man became her lover and went on to have a relationship with her for seven years before he was killed by an enemy of his. During their time together, he had taught her everything she needed to learn and know as part of the mafia and, it didn't take her long to achieve power and most of all, avenge the death of her lover.

Now, she had another type of enemies. Those that were jealous of her success. Which was the reason why she decided to have a protector, someone so loyal to her that they'd protect her with their own life. That was Max to her. A loyal friend, a confidant, a protector. He sworn protection to her and he was rightfully committing to it, as they were sitting and having drinks in a bar of the city. She wasn't afraid to leave her home.

"What plans should we make today?" Misty inquired curiously at him, taking another sip of her white wine. "I feel like going out. I feel energized."