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Who: Peggy Carter + OPEN
Broadcast: video
Action: s.s. starstruck
When: mid-morning

[ ah, tea. however-bloody-many leagues into deep space and there's still provision for tea. nearly two months on, and she can at least depend upon leaves steeped in hot water as some sort of intergalactic lingua franca. cheers the soul, really. it isn't perfectly like her preferred cuppa on earth, but it suffices. and so this morning finds her sitting within arm's reach of the starstruck's comms, while her fingers wrap around a mug of that precious brew. ]

-- The battle that happened before we came across the planet. Is that a common occurrence? Bouts of cackhanded shooting, followed by the fortuitous retreat of our opponents. [ to be fair, she doesn't really know if it was all bad shooting. she's no expert in space-warfare. everything looks a little cackhanded when there's no ground to anchor your view. and let's not begin to count all the things she doesn't know about nebulas. more importantly: ] How often does the fleet come under enemy fire? Can they even be called proper enemies? Can anyone explain why were being shot at?

[ she's still new here, and she craves answers. but even she can hear that grinding note of too much tension in her voice. she knows it's time ease off the throttle. peggy takes a long (savoured) sip of tea and regains a measure of her own composure. ] Heavens, but it'd be nice if these godawful food pastes could be slapped together in a combination that even slightly resembled a Garibaldi. Tea isn't tea without a biscuit.

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Not a difficult task. The pilots have little say in our course. Straying isn't an option.

[ They're already like sheep, their enemies really didn't have to put too much effort into it. Most of it was for show- had they meant business, people would have died. ]

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So we may be able to discount our keepers as the perpetrators.

[ just when she was beginning to consider the whole thing might have been staged for 'entertainment value' ]

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I wouldn't rush to exclude them.

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I can't decide which I find more perturbing: be it them or some third element.

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Time will tell. Kidnapping clearly wasn't enough of an offense.

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[ there remains a lot to be said over this 'offense' -- but they are two soldiers, and they needn't complain about the broad strokes for long. some things cannot be changed with a click of their fingers.

some things needed work.

so, instead: ] Are you well, Mister Winter?

[ she doesn't yet know what else to call him. ]

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I'm fine. Are you?

[ He's torn on what to call her, as well. Peggy is too familiar. Doesn't feel like he should be calling her that- even though she said to. ]

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I get by. Even without the Garibaldis.

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That's good.

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[ she wants to ask him if he remembers anything else -- remembers her any better. she wants to probe at him and learn whether he's her barnes, doomed to a tragic fate instead of mere death.

she wants to do a lot of things, but has long since learned to hold her breath. pace her curiousity. so instead: ] What about you, Mister Winter? Do you like biscuits?

[ she tries not to assume things based upon what she'd known of the other man. she leaves him room to be different, if he needs be. ]

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[ Unfortunately, nothing more has really dislodged itself regarding his memories. The ones he does have are toned in sepia, faded at the edges. Not for lack of wanting, of course. The good ones just seem a lot harder to come by. ]

I don't recall if I've had one. I've had a cookie, though.

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Cookie. Biscuit. Close enough as makes no difference.

[ not really. there is a difference, but it's not worth the smarmy squabble. ] Did you like it?

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I did. Allen's crew-mate made them.

[ He would listen to your squabble any time of day, Peggy. ]

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You ought to furnish me with something of an introduction.

[ a statement -- less a question, because she doesn't feel the need to make requests. but it's also something of a challenge. she can't help but test the edges of his comfort. ]

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I haven't met her. But he could?

[ He could probably ask Allen to make some sort of introduction, although he has only ever talked to him twice before. ]

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I would like your help in this venture -- if you're willing.


[ a test it is, then. ]

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I will see what I can do.

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You're meant to say yes, Agent Carter and come visit.

[ all because she wants to see him again-- ]

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Sorry. Yes, Agent Carter.

[ The second reply comes after a delay. ]

You want me to visit?

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I'd like that. Certainly.

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Whenever you'd like.

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Would today be too soon?

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Why would it be too soon?

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For all I know, you've got plans.

[ and she does him the mild courtesy of not assuming he has none. ]

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There's nothing. Rendezvous in one hour?