Peggy Carter (
mucked) wrote in
driftfleet2015-09-02 08:00 am
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Who: Peggy Carter and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Y, for any other newcomers between now and the Shuffle.
When: This Week.
[ let us not dwell too long upon the awkward silences and humiliating nascent moments of agent carter's awakening. let it only be said that she woke with a start (despite the afforded comfort) and the broadcast didn't quite zoom in close enough to adequately witness the depth of her horror when she first raised a tentative hand to her forehead only to find an empty glass vial still sitting there. steve's blood had been poured away: returned to his native lands by way of the east river. both guilty and triumphant, she pockets the vial in her blazer and tells herself it's a problem for another time. after all--- ]
Bollocks. [ mistaking herself for a person alone, she swears. loudly and colourfully as she crosses the bay and knocks her knuckles against the too-intact viewing window separating herself from the rest of creation -- and no familiar blue-and-green marble in sight. peggy swears again: bollocks, damnit, and hell. unable to peer into the void for much longer, she turns her back on oblivion and is confronted once more with the too-sterile hospitality deck. she may be a tidy and precise sort of woman, but this much tidiness and precision makes her stomach turn. where is the stink of new york? the heat? the mess? the humanity?
feeling charged with purpose, she springs into (moderate) action. feeling alarmingly comfortable with technology she swears she's never seen before, she plays her fingers across a panel she doesn't know will connect her to the rest of a whol damned fleet -- but she's left with the burning certainty that it'll connect her with someone. imperiously: ]
I would speak with the individual -- or individuals -- in charge of this operation. Believe me when I stress there is a whole bloody cavalcade of laws, both domestic and international, you're breaking by holding me here. I demand to...
[ some of the fire floods from her belly. a little desperate, she changes tactics: ] Is anyone there? Hello?
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Y, for any other newcomers between now and the Shuffle.
When: This Week.
[ let us not dwell too long upon the awkward silences and humiliating nascent moments of agent carter's awakening. let it only be said that she woke with a start (despite the afforded comfort) and the broadcast didn't quite zoom in close enough to adequately witness the depth of her horror when she first raised a tentative hand to her forehead only to find an empty glass vial still sitting there. steve's blood had been poured away: returned to his native lands by way of the east river. both guilty and triumphant, she pockets the vial in her blazer and tells herself it's a problem for another time. after all--- ]
Bollocks. [ mistaking herself for a person alone, she swears. loudly and colourfully as she crosses the bay and knocks her knuckles against the too-intact viewing window separating herself from the rest of creation -- and no familiar blue-and-green marble in sight. peggy swears again: bollocks, damnit, and hell. unable to peer into the void for much longer, she turns her back on oblivion and is confronted once more with the too-sterile hospitality deck. she may be a tidy and precise sort of woman, but this much tidiness and precision makes her stomach turn. where is the stink of new york? the heat? the mess? the humanity?
feeling charged with purpose, she springs into (moderate) action. feeling alarmingly comfortable with technology she swears she's never seen before, she plays her fingers across a panel she doesn't know will connect her to the rest of a whol damned fleet -- but she's left with the burning certainty that it'll connect her with someone. imperiously: ]
I would speak with the individual -- or individuals -- in charge of this operation. Believe me when I stress there is a whole bloody cavalcade of laws, both domestic and international, you're breaking by holding me here. I demand to...
[ some of the fire floods from her belly. a little desperate, she changes tactics: ] Is anyone there? Hello?

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Reading you loud and clear, Carter.
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and then it was back: ] What is this? [ tricks. illusions. grossly inappropriate uses of a dead man's voice. her fingers feel for where she thinks the sound is coming from -- but with technology like this, she can't yet be certain. ] I don't know what you think you're doing, sounding like that, but it won't work--
[ bluster and posture. it's all she has left at the moment. ]
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-- Beg pardon?
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[Standing in the doorway adjacent is a man with his fedora dipped low and with his hand resting on the holster by his belt. There is no gun there, but the denizens of this metal behemoth didn't need to know that. All that mattered was that he had ascertained that there existed a radio on this barge and that was going to be his ticket back to the mainland. He might not have heard her entire message, but he had picked up enough that she wasn't precisely looking for anyone in the same room.]
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pleasant, even. peggy's mouth curves upwards with a ghost of a smile. ] Works? Perhaps. I rather think I made it work by accident. [ she doesn't understand how she knows its buttons and interface. their use comes naturally to her. ] Sorry, but you are--?
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Plenty of people here, but I don't think you're going to get an answer from the ones in charge of this operation. Best of luck, though. Had a chance to look around yet?
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Only a little. Only enough to determine the whole place is entirely too sterile. And bothersome in its emptiness.
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Huh.
Well, she's stared and listened long enough - it'd be almost rude not to respond now. So she does, choosing to respond in similar vein and use video.]
Folks fill ya in on the basics yet?
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[ her tone isn't unfriendly. merely stiff. distant and kept apart from the real emotional turmoil in her gut. most of the basics given to haven't involved much of the fleet at all -- but, instead, focus on the supreme disaster that is the timelines or universes or whatever-the-bloody-hell has happened to her comrade. ]
And yet I don't doubt there's still more to learn.
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Another unproven theory to contemplate after introductions. Marhi greets the strange hume without hesitation, her tuxedo pelt ears pricked forward and her tail still, friendly. There's no bristling to her reluctant answer. ]
It is not so simple a matter.
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Unfortunately, it will not be that easy to get them to release you.
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-- and oops, that typo. sorry.
No problem, ;P
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[ if it isn't one peg carter. tony shoots a wry grin through the communicator - a look of "i know something you don't know". she may find the very expression familiar. he learned it from someone she knows well. ] I hate to be the bad news bears, but no international laws are going to help you here. Hell, not even the laws of physics.
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And one would expect space travel would pin its very hopes upon physics. [ droll. soft. a mild retort while she tries to get the measure of him. ]
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[For all her tough talk, though, Nightingale is fidgeting with the edge of her cape as she talks.]
Anyway, have you gotten the rundown yet?
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tersely: ] Quite a few rundowns, I'm afraid. Each sounding bleaker than the one before it.
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Were they so simply stopped by laws, I imagine none of us would be here to begin with.
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Bloody hell. [ a curse. a mild deflation. and peggy tries not to stare too hard at the cat-eared girl on the other side of the feed. gentler: ] How long has this fleet been in operation?
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Hello. I am Dr. Beverly Crusher, of the SS Blue Fish, one of the ships in the fleet. I am not in charge, none of us who will answer you are, but I have been here for six months [!!!!], so I will gladly try to answer any questions you might have.
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[ -- she repeats the words with some exasperation. six months is a little too long for a problem to go unsolved, in the mind of agent peggy carter. she rubs the bridge of her nose. ] I'm sorry. Only it's an awful lot to take in, Doctor.
[ defeated: ] My name is Peggy. Peggy Carter.
[ ideally she doesn't want to give her real name at all but...that's already blown out of the water by her conversation with both versions of barnes. and perhaps saying it aloud might invite someone to at least recognize a sliver of her authority. hah. ]
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Are you getting anywhere?
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[ abrupt courtesy. peggy doesn't abide well by smugness, but she won't meet it with outward hostility. not today, at any rate. ]
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[Everybody else has talked her through the "operation". Orion intends to take his shot at finding out what he needs to know.]
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[ there is no profit in a lie. not now. but she has to wonder what prompts someone else to ask her a question instead of inundate her with answers. no one else has approached her quite like this. ]
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