[ snowstorms are one thing, but karen's also pretty used to ice storms, too. winters in vermont growing up could end up a little all over the place, and she remembers stints where it was too dangerous to leave the house because of the ice.
she just had also, perhaps foolishly, assumed those times were behind her. so the last two days have been something of an unwelcome surprise, but nothing they can't handle. the heater has been working pretty much full time over the last week and it has definitely showed signs of exhaustion. part of her wonders what they're going to do when the power does go out, or if the heater will die, completely, before then. but that... that is a problem for future matt and karen.
for now, they're in the conference room, files on their most recent case scattered across the tabletop. karen rubs her hands together, trying to work a little more heat into them, as she reads from her laptop. matt's voice grabs her attention though, and she looks up to see him- well, not smiling, but they both know his question isn't entirely because he doesn't know what's happening.
she looks out the window anyway, checking down each direction of the sidewalk from what they can see through the icy trees. ]
I think the temperature's dropping again- some of the patches that were in the sun look like they're refreezing. [ she sees a few skid marks of other new yorkers trying to make their way down the street and failing in various ways. she lets out a sigh. ] It might be time to admit Foggy was right about the snowshoes.
You know that he got that idea from Saturday morning cartoons, right? [ His eyebrows raise above his glasses, mischieviously. ] In his twenties, might I add...
[ Which Matt knows because he was also in his twenties when this idea first came up. It was also more like 1 am cartoons on a Friday night, while they were both high on the sofa.
Matt shifts away from the cold of the single-paned window, the radiator making a disgruntled noise as it the power flickers and kicks on again. He heads toward the coffee maker, despite the hour - might as well make one more pot just in case. ]
I remember this one winter, when I was really young, before... [ he tips his head, before the accident ] ... there was this massive blizzard. Shut down the whole city, just like this - only it was feet and feet of snow instead of ice you could break your neck on. I'd... never heard the neighborhood so quiet before. And my dad, he took me just up the street - [ he points toward the window, up where there's an incline ] - with this old plastic sled. I remember it felt like sliding down the side of a mountain.
[ He smiles softly. He was shouting all the way down to the bottom, and begging to go again and again. ]]
Were cartoons still playing Saturday mornings when you two were in your twenties?
[ she knows enough about Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson in their twenties to know that it probably wasn't foggy, alone. still, there's a kind of fondness in how she casually slips that knowledge in, glancing back over towards him.
as he shifts away from the window and heads towards the coffee maker, karen's eyes follow him across the room. she smiles, mostly to herself, as he talks about the blizzard, as she considers new york under feet and feet of snow. it draws her eyes back to the street, to the ice and frozen slush. ] It doesn't snow much here in the city, does it? Not like real snow. [ she's been here a few years now, but she hasn't really seen it. ]
It snowed every winter up in Vermont- sometimes a few inches, sometimes a few feet. When I was little I thought everyone knew how to attach chains to your tires, or how to dig yourself out from your front door. It was a right of passage to break something sledding down the main hill in town... [ she shakes her head, breaking free of the memory. ]
The mud lasted for weeks after it all melted, and that was always the worst part. I'm not sorry to miss that part of it.
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Date: 2025-06-29 10:22 pm (UTC)she just had also, perhaps foolishly, assumed those times were behind her. so the last two days have been something of an unwelcome surprise, but nothing they can't handle. the heater has been working pretty much full time over the last week and it has definitely showed signs of exhaustion. part of her wonders what they're going to do when the power does go out, or if the heater will die, completely, before then. but that... that is a problem for future matt and karen.
for now, they're in the conference room, files on their most recent case scattered across the tabletop. karen rubs her hands together, trying to work a little more heat into them, as she reads from her laptop. matt's voice grabs her attention though, and she looks up to see him- well, not smiling, but they both know his question isn't entirely because he doesn't know what's happening.
she looks out the window anyway, checking down each direction of the sidewalk from what they can see through the icy trees. ]
I think the temperature's dropping again- some of the patches that were in the sun look like they're refreezing. [ she sees a few skid marks of other new yorkers trying to make their way down the street and failing in various ways. she lets out a sigh. ] It might be time to admit Foggy was right about the snowshoes.
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Date: 2025-07-03 04:17 pm (UTC)[ Which Matt knows because he was also in his twenties when this idea first came up. It was also more like 1 am cartoons on a Friday night, while they were both high on the sofa.
Matt shifts away from the cold of the single-paned window, the radiator making a disgruntled noise as it the power flickers and kicks on again. He heads toward the coffee maker, despite the hour - might as well make one more pot just in case. ]
I remember this one winter, when I was really young, before... [ he tips his head, before the accident ] ... there was this massive blizzard. Shut down the whole city, just like this - only it was feet and feet of snow instead of ice you could break your neck on. I'd... never heard the neighborhood so quiet before. And my dad, he took me just up the street - [ he points toward the window, up where there's an incline ] - with this old plastic sled. I remember it felt like sliding down the side of a mountain.
[ He smiles softly. He was shouting all the way down to the bottom, and begging to go again and again. ]]
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Date: 2025-07-03 09:51 pm (UTC)[ she knows enough about Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson in their twenties to know that it probably wasn't foggy, alone. still, there's a kind of fondness in how she casually slips that knowledge in, glancing back over towards him.
as he shifts away from the window and heads towards the coffee maker, karen's eyes follow him across the room. she smiles, mostly to herself, as he talks about the blizzard, as she considers new york under feet and feet of snow. it draws her eyes back to the street, to the ice and frozen slush. ] It doesn't snow much here in the city, does it? Not like real snow. [ she's been here a few years now, but she hasn't really seen it. ]
It snowed every winter up in Vermont- sometimes a few inches, sometimes a few feet. When I was little I thought everyone knew how to attach chains to your tires, or how to dig yourself out from your front door. It was a right of passage to break something sledding down the main hill in town... [ she shakes her head, breaking free of the memory. ]
The mud lasted for weeks after it all melted, and that was always the worst part. I'm not sorry to miss that part of it.