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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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[mucked]

[ ...and perhaps it had been imperceptible until now, but the tightly-wound tension in her posture dissipates all at once when he reveals an empty holster. peggy breathes a little easier. her eyes are a little brighter. had he a gun and should be prove to be a double-agent for these atroma folks, then she's quite certain she wouldn't have stood a chance. hand-to-hand, however--! ]

It wouldn't have done you much good, regardless. [ her voice is breathless with relief. ] With these walls? The ricochet alone would be fatal.

[snakeharmer]

Only if I missed, sweetheart.

[His smile is brief and mischievous, but its only a temporary balm to the situation. There's no getting around the fact he's in outer space now. Now he wished he'd paid a little more attention to his Jules Verne.]

[mucked]

[ -- and she feels just about settled enough to roll her eyes. even the best miss once in a blue moon, no matter whose moon it might be. but instead of calling his bluff into question, she heads off another problem at the pass with a curt rejoinder: ]

'Peggy' will do fine, Doctor Jones.

[snakeharmer]

[Ah, he knew a Peggy once. Now there was a girl with a set of pipes. If it hadn't been for Kate and Gloria, well...]

I'd call it a pleasure, if we were planetbound. [He turns back to the viewing screen and leans against the 'glass'. He squints at the stars, trying to rely on all those constellations he'd learned over the years. But he couldn't make out a single shape from any of them.]

... not that Polaris would do us much good here.

[mucked]

We must abandon all the old tricks. [ ... ] Most of them, at least. My contact assures me there are people involved in the fleet who can manage things like navigating multilaterally.

As for the Marsiva? [ a gesture to the larger ship around them. ] God knows how it determines its direction.