driftfleet | ( video )

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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We're the pawns, my dear. Against a chess-board of stars.

Poetic, but maybe a bit overdramatic, don't you think? You can't fight stars, but I sure as hell intend to use every bit of magic I can on the Atroma. And that other fleet, next we see them.

[ she refrains from clarifying that her original metaphor left no room for fighting stars -- naming them instead as the backdrop rather than the opponents.

gently: ] Drama is what they're seeking, after all.

[She misunderstood, but it's still accurate: Nightingale intends to get rid of the metaphorical board itself, too.]

I guess. Not that it matters right now- Can they even see the drama? Or broadcast it, if that's really happening?

Who can say? [ not i. ] I confess it's not as though I know any different. All I've heard from them is sparse and crackling ever since I arrived. Were they once clearer?

... Oh, right.

Yeah. They used to do things like talk about who the 'most popular' ships were, and read what they claimed were fan letters to us, and ask us questions.

What manner of questions?

[She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and recites:]

"If the ships were people, what would each one be like? Which ones would get along and which ones would fight? Who would have crushes on each other?"

"If each passenger could share one piece of advice with us, what would it be?"

"What is your motivation to win? Why do you think you are going to win the Drift Fleet?"

[She exhales, opening her eyes again.]

But they said each question had come from those fan letters.