...And also these.

[thespaceopera]

[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[acuition]

[ The first thing she notices is the radio, thanks to hearing far too sensitive to be anywhere near normal. The harsh sound of static and music, though still somewhat unclear, is distracting-- so before exploring, there's something that has to be taken care of.

So, if she can, she'll be turning that radio off. ]

[mucked]

[ it doesn't obey -- not directly, at least. it boasts no cord to its source, nor any working dial that does anything but change the content of its broadcast. but the radio can be stabilized upon one of the three options. stabilized, and then the volume can be turned down low enough to no longer be a distraction for her sensitive ears, but not low enough to be silenced.

which 'station' does she choose: the music, the gunfire, or the radio show? ]

[acuition]

[ She'll settle on the music, since it's the least...jarring. And quiet is better than it was. Still not ideal, but she'll take it.

And once that's settled, time to properly explore.

The file, at least, seems like it might be the most simple way to learn more about where she is, if nothing else. It's as good a place to start as any. ]

[mucked]

[ it's thick -- and it starts with a simple identification sheet, and a photograph. the picture is black and white and curled on its edges. it sits on top of all the rest like a gatekeeper, harbouring emotion and memory.

it yearns to be picked up. ]

[acuition]

[ A few moments to think about it, to consider the things she might see-- but then she picks it up anyway, as careful as if it were something highly valuable. (It may be, after all.) ]

[mucked]

[ there's a scrawling title on the photograph's backing: PROJECT REBIRTH

and the dim lighting inside the room suddenly glows white-hot. you are all at once transported to a memory, experienced through peggy's eyes and peggy's stiff posture. with a simple adjustment of her dress uniform, she remembers sitting with the rest of the spectators as dr. erskine began to describe history in the making.

the memory comes to a dramatic head when, suddenly, steve's agony can be heard through the metal. wanda experiences peggy leaping up and demanding: ] Shut it down, shut it down!

[ no, no -- i can do this! captain america perseveres.

and the lights flicker to darkness, giving you a moment or two to adjust to the old dim glow of peggy's new york apartment once the memory is finished. ]

[acuition]

[ She has to blink a few times before her vision can return to normal, though she's still unsure of what she's just seen. The photograph flutters back down to the folder, and she makes no move to catch it.

Maybe the rest of the folder will provide more information. She doesn't mind a little reading, after all. ]

[mucked]

[ it reads just as it looks: dry, bureaucratic reporting. forms and incident reports. dated psychological reviews. and (perhaps most thrilling) a half-dozen pages detailing the bullet points of captain steve rogers's extraordinary abilities. strength, speed, resilience -- and every observation signed and dated in a woman's elegant hand: P. CARTER. ]

...A little light reading, is it? [ from the far side of the room (the side lined with lockers) a woman in military dress seems to appear from the very air. precise and proper, she doesn't exactly rush to reclaim the file. but she does watch it carefully. ]

[acuition]

[ Dry, but interesting enough to keep her attention-- until she hears a voice and starts slightly. She hadn't even heard anybody approach, didn't know anybody else was in the room with her. It wasn't like her not to notice that. ]

I assume this is yours?

[ --she asks, turning around, holding the folder. It's certainly free for the taking (back); her posture is slightly stiff, but not threatening. ]

[mucked]

Something like that. [ alas, she can't claim it in full. it belongs to the s.s.r., although it holds a certain power in her heart. ] At least, I wrote a great of it.

[ her approach is slow. non-threatening. ]

[acuition]

That explains it being here.

[ It comes out in a thoughtful tone, not unkind. Since Peggy isn't taking it back, One half-turns back to set it down once again, not entirely willing to look away, just in case the newest addition to the room is a dangerous one. ]

If you'd prefer, I'll leave it alone.

{ ooc; sorry this took so long!!! }

[mucked]

Technically, it being here violates at least three confidential directives and perhaps a few American laws. [ a mild shrug. ] But I doubt that matters here. You're clear.

[acuition]

[ Raising her eyebrows: ]

It must truly be important, then.

[ The rest of the vanity looks normal enough-- makeup and the like. Not that she's ever worn it, but Five certainly had. It may be a bit rude to begin going through the drawers while their owner is here, so she turns back from the vanity.

For a moment, she pauses in the middle of that architectural and decorational fade, the invisible line between rooms, and then she's on the other side, in front of the lockers. ]

As for the legality of everything else here...?

[mucked]

All's legal in love and war, darling. [ and the other side of the room simply screams war-time. olive drab and all that pomp in the uniform.

thoughtfully, she adds: ] Well, almost all.

[acuition]

[ She laughs, quietly; the sound could almost be mistaken for a quick exhale. It's more emotion than she usually shows in front of strangers. ]

A bit more can be forgiven at those times, can't it...

[ In front of the locker housing the typewriter-like object-- back to Peggy, as if shielding what she's doing, she checks it over. Presses one of the keys. ]