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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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I don't rightly know. Haven't been here that long, myself. But folks didn't really seem surprised.

And what stops any one of us from deserting once we disembark upon any of these...planets?

Not sure yet. For one thing, the hope of goin' home, I guess. For another... well, they did tell ya 'bout the augment, right?

Ah. Yes. The implant. [ dry and unhappy. ] Does it double as some manner of deterrent, then?

It's got a direct line right into our brain. I'm not sure I wanna walk out with it in there, even if it'd let us. Ya can't just take it out.

[She's prodded at it, and tried. Not a good feel, Peggy. Not a good feel.]

I would marvel at the technology required, and yet -- [ a soft gesture to the ship surrounding her. ] It seems only like a drop in the bucket, now.

[Rogue has grown inured to weird things. Looked at objectively, though...]

Yeah, I guess that's right. [Pause a beat, and then - a bit of rare advice, something she wishes someone would have told her from the beginning of everything, but something that she knows can never be learned through only listening.] Listen - it may all seem as weird as blazes, but the same things will hold true.

[Just keep at it and you'll come through.]

Mend and make do. Business as usual, then.

[ it isn't some grand claim to weirdness. far from it. rather, the second world war had a way of instilling determination in some of its soldiers. things got bad, and then they got worse, and all you could do was march onwards.

the same things hold true. there are inalienable facts of behaviour and of grace, and she believes rogue is telling her to adhere to them. it's a lovely bit of advice; she takes it to heart. ]

Exactly.

[Just... weirder, for a time.

Rogue wasn't familiar with the saying, but she didn't take it as dismissive - rather, as having her advice be accepted. It was a rare enough thing, in her experience, and it garnered some rare openness from her in return.]

I'm one of the cooks on the Vanquish. Once you're shuffled out, you're welcome ta come on by if you're interested in... slightly less processed food.

The Vanquish. [ she repeats the name with firmness. certainty. commits it to her memory. ] I won't forget that, Rogue. Thank you.

[A nod.]

Welcome. Good luck, Carter.

[A better farewell than 'welcome to the fleet.']

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