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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?

Comments

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[A small, playful grin finds its way onto Wanda's face.]

You seem to be taking it all awfully well.

[mucked]

On the contrary -- I merely hate panicking. It does none of us any good, in the end.

[ gives a little ground, here. intimating that she might be more than a little jostled on the inside. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda gives a slight cock of an eyebrow, looking at this woman in a slightly different light. She's rather impressively level-headed, reminds Wanda of another particularly strong, red-haired woman she knows in the fleet--in fact, now that she thinks about, she can think of two women that meet that description.]

That is an admirable mindset to have. I must admit, I do not think I was this calm when I first arrived. You are rather impressive--

[It's at this moment that Wanda realizes she doesn't yet know this woman's name.]

Miss...

[mucked]

Peggy. [ she's brusque, but friendly. ] Peggy Carter.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[A small grin finds its way back onto Wanda's face as she returns the courtesy.]

Wanda Maximoff.

[mucked]

My thanks for the compliment, Miss Maximoff. But I'm afraid I can't accept it -- I rmain no more impressive than the dozens of souls who have been coping with the fleet far longer than I have, now.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda gives a small, one shoulder shrug in response as she crosses her arms on the screen.]

Maybe. But then again, you are much newer than the rest of us.

[There's a beat, and then Wanda looks as though she's remembered something.]

Do you know what type of augment you have been given?

[mucked]

I've proven myself to be far more dab a hand with these communication devices than I've any right to be -- [ peggy sighs. ] What does that make me?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[A small, knowing grin creeps onto Wanda's face.]

Sounds like you will be a communications officer then. Don't let the name fool you though, there's not really any kind of regimental hierarchy of ranks on the ships. Or, well, at least not on mine anyway.

[mucked]

What's yours?

[ augment. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

My augment? I am a "tactical support officer."