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[mucked]

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?

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[redactions]

[ Always so bossy, he swallows, and instead — ]

Reading you loud and clear, Carter.

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[mucked]

[ -- well, bosh. it may be a scant year-or-so since she's heard that voice, but an agent with a cv as carefully redacted and classified as peggy's at least has the basic capability of...recognition. identification. memorization. all her fidgeting and worry-stricken severity seems to spill from her face for a brief moment.

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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[thebestseller]

Nobody here but us chickens. Buck buck buck.

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[ a whirl on a sensible heel. a bounce of curls. and a sharp incredulous interjection as she stares (hard) at the man being broadcast: ]

-- Beg pardon?

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[snakeharmer]

So that's how it works.

[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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[ she turns quickly. and one a heel. demure-dyed fabric is tossed about her knees as the skirt's hem whirls with her sudden momentum. she stares at him and wishes (quite fervently) for a holster of her own. but strangers can be allies as easily as they're enemies, and so she tries to remain calm.

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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[reconstitution]

There isn't a way to speak to them. I don't think they care about laws..

[ Her anger at the situation is what really compels him to respond. It's getting easier every time, he finds. Although he still picks and chooses. ]

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[mucked]

[ tentative. careful: ] I suppose the lawless never do. Bit of a tautological conclusion, I'm afraid.

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[tothefly]

[Well there's a face she wasn't exactly expecting to see. Then again, why not? If this place is going to be bringing in all sorts of faces from alternate dimensions, why not from the past, too? Of course, that's assuming she is who she looks like. They've never met in person, so Natasha isn't worried at all about responding with a video call.]

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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[mucked]

[ there isn't a flicker of recognition for the redhead. nope -- not even a ghost of it. just a gently apprehensive glance that might be afforded to any stranger. doubly so one conversing with her on a bloody damned space ship. ]

Only a little. Only enough to determine the whole place is entirely too sterile. And bothersome in its emptiness.

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[touchofrogue]

[The first thing that strikes Rogue about this post isn't the anger, or the accent (well, maybe a little bit of the accent), or the familiar face. No, the first thing that strikes Rogue about this is the woman's absolute confidence that laws are there in order to protect. That laws exist to be appealed to. It's... it's so incongruous to Rogue's experience that she just stops and listens to it.

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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[mucked]

Indeed, they have.

[ 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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[notkittenaround]

[ It is not displeasing to see so many full-grown, when the world of Kyriakos had so many children, yet still it strikes her as surprising. Intriguing. Is this to the tastes of those kidnappers at work, or mere chance?

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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[mucked]

[ well, slap her on the face and hand her back to her mother. what the blimmin' heck is she looking at, now? to her mild discredit, peggy does squint a moment at the broadcast screen. but once she realizes the creature is the same one speaking to her at this moment, she forces her face into an impassive mask. ]

So I'm beginning to learn.

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda's expression is fairly serious looking with the communicator feed clicks on; however, her tone is more calming. She can tell that trying to sugar coat things for this woman is not the way to go about breaking the news.]

Unfortunately, it will not be that easy to get them to release you.

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[mucked]

-- That doe appear to be the popular consensus. How...[ she puffs out her cheeks and sighs her frustration] annoying.

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[alloys]

Well, I'll be damned.

[ 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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[mucked]

[ there's just something about that face -- those eyes, that bizarre choice in facial hair, and all else. oh, peggy doesn't yet know enough to properly recognize the man for what he is. but instinct is piqued, even if she can't suss out why. ]

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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[experiencepoints]

I like your gusto, but unfortunately, the Atroma are good at hiding themselves. Believe me when I say when we find them, I am personally going to shove enough fire down their throats that they will shit napalm for a month.

[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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[mucked]

[ this one talks a little like a soldier. shit napalm, indeed. peggy doesn't quite mind, but she doesn't condone it with a smile either.

tersely: ] Quite a few rundowns, I'm afraid. Each sounding bleaker than the one before it.

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[curiositykilledthecats]

[Whatever Peggy was expecting to answer the call, it probably wasn't a teenage girl, with cat ears, in full plate armor. Miah's raising an eyebrow at her outburst, but that is the only expression she's showing.]

Were they so simply stopped by laws, I imagine none of us would be here to begin with.

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[mucked]

[ certainly not expected, no. ]

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?

[dancingmd]

[Have a sympathetic looking space mom, Peggy! Beverly recognizes the newcomer as someone who is used to a certain order of things, certain procedures - after all, she is the same way - so she answers with a friendly formality to hopefully set the other woman at ease.]

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.

[mucked]

Six months.

[ -- 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. ]

[openhands]

I assume that the others have had a chance to answer most of your questions?

[mucked]

Quite. [ ... ] I've been doubly assured how helpful you lot can be.

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[deshabille]

[Mal, for her part, looks very amused. Not openly mocking, at least not yet, but, well. Her default expression is a little bit smug anyway.]

Are you getting anywhere?

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[mucked]

Quite a jog further than I ever intended to be, thank you.

[ 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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[proudlywehailed]

What year is it where you come from?

[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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[mucked]

1946.

[ 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. ]