( video + action )

[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter + YOU
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide.
Action: SS Starstruck
When: 12/7

[ the feed clicks on with an abrupt vision of peggy carter, sitting (once more) on the starstruck's bridge. today, however, she's without the casual accouterments of tea or mug or whatever what might suggest her address is anything but business-like. ]

Have we got anyone amidst our number who might be considered to be considered a de-facto expert on these...implants of ours? [ ... ] I've got questions to ask. And I've heard tell of at least one person attempting to remove theirs. If it's an undertaking that anyone else has pursued, I wouldn't mind a little chat.

[ -- she puffs her cheeks and (upon a moment's consideration) adds a disclaimer: ] I have heard about how fruitless and frankly painful the attempt likely is -- rest assured, I'm not pining for any sort of elective surgery. [ not yet, at least. ]

For the time being, let's call it a mere preliminary investigation.

[ and one she doesn't like talking about over the damned network -- but if others are right, it's not as though they have much privacy off the broadcasts, either. she'll make her first fresh inroads in this fashion, and return her work to the shadows when required. ]

Comments

[mucked]

-- Was it successful?

[deshabille]

Well, he wouldn't let me do it in the end. It might've, but then again it might not've.

[mucked]

[ damn -- she nearly swears aloud, but holds her tongue for civility's sake. it's not this person's fault the attempt was not realized. and even had it been realized, it isn't necessarily a thing for which one should hope. she understands that much. ]

Even so, I wouldn't mind discussing what preparations you made for the attempt. More face-to-face, like.

[deshabille]

Righto. Where are you? Or would you rather come here - I'm on the Caprine, in the engine room.

[Perpetually in the engine room.]

[mucked]

The Starstruck. But I wouldn't mind stopping by the Caprine. Is an hour from now convenient?

[deshabille]

Perfect. I'll still be here.

[mucked]

[ a visitor arrives in the caprine's engine room. she does so with a slow knock against the metal door-frame, and it drives home the cold stiff nature of the ships. that dull ringing sound is so unlike the satisfying thunk of knuckles on wood. ]

[deshabille]

[Even so, Mal seems to respond to it on automatic, like she's used to it; she's been here for a while, sure, but she's also got metal in her bones now, metaphorically speaking. The engine room is built into her spine. So when she slides out from a corner panel, covered in grease and grinning, she looks strangely content for someone about to discuss insurrection.]

Right on time. Kitchen or here?

[mucked]

Here is perfectly fine. [ an easy nod. a slight smile. ] You keep her in fine shape, I suspect. Not that I know the first or last thing about spaceship maintenance.

[deshabille]

I do an excellent job, as it happens.

[No, she isn't even remotely modest. It's fine. She looks pleased at the compliment despite her own confidence, though.]

It's a bit cheating with the augments, but I like the work. Love it, really.

[mucked]

[ and peggy, in turn, appreciates confidence when she sees it. her small smile persists. ]

Cheating? Heavens, no. Not at all. We're all given one upon arrival. That counts as standard issue.

[deshabille]

Ah, right. In that case, I'm making appropriate use of resources provided. Very milit'ry.

[Okay, so maybe she likes Peggy a lot.]

Speaking of - security's a bit of a joke here, but you did have questions?

[mucked]

Plenty, I'm sure. [ very military, indeed. ] And about the augments, specifically. Have you done anything more than just use yours within the scope of your duties?