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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?

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Four months. [ her smile is small -- as if perhaps she's the one doing the comforting, now. ] That's not so dire, is it? [ says the woman who's traipsed across europe for years. perhaps her yardstick is a little unique. ]

Why, you're practically as fresh as me.

[ soft jesting. light teasing. she wants to lift the mood. ]

[Considering just how much had happened in the four months that she'd be in the Fleet, Wanda was not so sure she saw things the same way. Her tone is level, but a little short.]

A lot can happen in four months.

[ a soft (mirthless) laugh as she hears the particular tone on display. so jolly old british humour won't land well with this one, perhaps.

peggy modifies: ] I suppose it can. [ pliant; understanding. ] Can't say I'm eager to find out for myself.

[Yeah, British humor might not land so well with this one. Them Sokovians... always so serious. Wanda recovers a bit of warmth in her expression, but her tone remains somewhat serious.]

Do you have any questions?

A cavalcade of them, I'm afraid. [ ... ] Are you out on one of those little ships, as well?

[ as well as someone else she's spoken to, presumably. ]

[Wanda nods her head.]

The SS Starstruck. You will find yourself assigned to one of these ships soon enough. The Marsiva seems to serve as a temporary holding cell for newcomers.

Funny sort of cell, really.

It is a funny sort of prison.

[This is Wanda's attempt at that "dry British wit."]

If it is a prison, I'm surprised by the...freedom of contact we're allowed.

Not all prisons have to be filled with cells and bars.

[Wanda says this relatively nonchalantly, which might be a bit of a clue that she's probably speaking with some experience here.]

Isn't that the truth -- [ she agrees, as mild and nonchalant as she dares be to match the woman with whom she speaks. ] How do you feel this one stacks up against any others?

There is more leg room.

[A small, playful grin appears on Wanda's face.]

-- And finer fashions, I hope.

[ she answers with her own playfulness, still yet ignorant of the jumpsuits. ]

[Wanda cocks a knowing eyebrow. She'll learn soon enough.]

I am sure you will find their color pleasing.

The good news is that there does not seem to be anything in place to stop you from acquiring clothes from the various waystations and planets we've visited. Assuming you have the credits, that is.

-- And I suppose credits are not all that easy to come by?

[Wanda shrugs her shoulders, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes.]

It varies. Usually depending on how exciting things get around here.

I can't say that fills me with much confidence.

Nor should it.

[A small, comforting smile appears on her face.]

But at least you never have to face it alone.

[ aha, a silver lining. sweet, she thinks, and she's grateful that others feel that way. but she wonders whether she'll manage to match that sentiment.

in time, perhaps. ]

Yes. From what I hear, we come to lean on each other quite a lot. Fleets. Crews. All that fuss.

[Wanda cocks her head a little to the side. There was something about the way this woman was speaking that seemed a little off. But she'll choose to ignore it for now, after all, Wanda could still remember what it felt like to be the newcomer to the Fleet. Instead, she takes a moment, thinking something over. She then sort of gestures all around her as she responds.]

All these people gathered here from all over... you will meet some that have come from very different worlds than your own. But, in spite of all this, everyone here wants the same thing. We all want to get through this, and, despite a few exceptions, many know that the best way to do it is together.

I do not have a lot of previous experience working on a team. I was more used to relying upon myself and my brother... but here... it is nice to have others to rely on.

And who do you reply upon here? [ she tries to keep it jovial, but she can't help but betray an edge of hard curiousity. ] For whom would you pass on your favourable references?

[Wanda's brow wrinkles slightly in puzzlement. Even after she offered that bit of advice of relying others, she had to admit she didn't quite have ready list of references available. However, there were certainly a few individuals who popped into her head.]

I suppose that would be Natasha Romanov and Jim Barnes. There's also Vision, Dr. Crusher and Dr. Keller. They have all helped me in various ways, and I do not know if I will ever be able to pay back their kindness.

[She takes another moment to think some more, and decides it would be rude if she didn't mention her companions aboard the Starstruck.]

My shipmates are also rather dependable too.

[ -- at the moment, only one name matters: ] Barnes? You're acquainted with James Barnes?

Yes, you know him?

Once upon a time. [ and yet -- here he exists, again. it's bewildering. ]

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