( video + action )

[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter and YOU
Broadcast: Video; fleetwide.
Action: Starstruck
When: 27th; evening.

Anyone fancy a flutter? [ a brief, honeyed smile. ] We haven't got horses to bet upon, so I suppose dice and cards shall have to do. And if we can see fit to justify a Christmas Day, I imagine we can also decide upon a New Year's Eve.

[ she looks squarely into the network's broadcast. firm, electronic eye contact with any and all watching. ]

Four days from now on the Iskaulit. Come with credits -- or whatever else you deem valuable enough to wager -- and help us fleece poor Jim Barnes of his hard-earned wages.

[ afterwards, she can be found fiddling with the comms panels on the starstruck. she isn't particularly certain of what she's doing, but it's better than being idle. and she might as well try and put her bloody awful augment to work. over the next two hours, some ships may experience odd and incomplete burst messages as she tests frequencies, filters, and broadcast capabilities. ]

Comments

[ video ]

[touchofrogue]

...[Wait.]

So the point is ta fleece Jim.

[ video ]

[mucked]

All his idea, I assure you.

[ sort of. ]

[ video ]

[touchofrogue]

[...pfff]

Well, I call that right generous of him.

[action] here she is, miss austraaaaliaaaa

[theroadwarrior]

[While Peggy is fiddling around with her comms, Max wanders in to inspect what he already feels is overwhelmingly claustrophobic. It's not that it's obscenely small of a space, but when your great solace in your world is how barren and open it is, the sudden shortness of his trekking abilities puts a small vice on his heart, crushes his lungs between his ribs a bit. So as it stands... he's still irritable. Maybe even moreso than aboard the Marsiva. He needs to get to that planet as soon as he's settled, stretch his legs quickly.

Focus is hard, though. He ping-pongs between phantom voices tickling his ears and the sudden and aggravating sound of burst messages coming from — somewhere. It'd be another matter altogether if he were the one causing them, but as it stands, they're just another jarring sound to the ones already bouncing around in his head. He grits his teeth and breathes and finds where he's staying, which feels utterly unprotected. No way is he going to be able to sleep around anyone else, not this openly.

He'll need to find... some room. Something he can close behind him. The cargo hold, maybe. He'll have to keep his things on him again, like the planet he'd been at before. As he ponders his next few moves and tries to outright avoid all living souls aboard the ship, he steals someone's tea and protein-food-gel sitting out. Because he can.

But that noise. That annoying clacking, beeping, fidgeting noise.

His attention stutters at it.

Max...

He huffs and walks briskly over, his gait only slightly off with his new and improved knee-brace. He doesn't even give her any sort of conversational opening, doesn't even realize he's spoken to her once before (because that's just how his brain works, alright, unimportant people are tossed out of it). He just reaches suddenly and turns the comms system off with a grumble that says cut that shit out. He be that scarred, mussy-haired man who was rude to you before, a frown tucked behind his wind scarf and an aura of unfriendliness all about him.

...

HI, I'M YOUR NEW CREW.]

[mucked]

[ -- at the heart of it all, she's trying to trip some (hypothetical) old and latent system. one that might, if they're very lucky, create a broadcast far more secure than the ones currently on offer. it's the longest of long shots, and peggy has encountered absolutely no successes. not even the barest whiff of victory between singed wires and static noise.

until, to her dismay, her method-to-the-madness cacophony is suddenly absent. at first, she fears she's broken it. she retreats from beneath a removed panel under the control bank which commands most of the ship's communications technology. apart from the dust smudges, she remains impeccably put-together. him, on the other hand.

oh, she scowls. ] Pardon me for trying to do something useful.

[ that word (in particular) is quite barbed. because she remembers him, and his growling ways. and his dumbstruck scarred face. she's about to ask him where he'd come from when a far more pressing disaster catches her attention. ] -- Bugger. Where's the tea?

[ she side-steps him neatly, and inspects the empty cup. oh jesus mary and joseph, hell hath no fury like an englishwoman scorned. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max passes by her entirely, looking over all the panels and controls -- not quite touching, but so intensely focused on the task that he barely acknowledged her barbed remark. And yeah, he supposed they spoke before. Recently. But he's more interested in meticulously remembering every little detail for the controls where the augments haven't entirely filled him in. She can probably see, now that he's near, that he's tanned by what is likely a harsh sun -- his beard and the tips of his unkempt hair are sun-stained. On his neck there's an odd wound, a cut mark that seems to be inflicted where the augment is. A day old, uncovered. One hand doesn't bend well, the other hand plagued by a pinky finger that is completely curled in.

Basically, he's not very proper.

A desert hobo, if you will. Uncouth and rough and not great company to have on first, second, and third glance. She may not even have to ask him much; he says a lot in the way he looks, judging by the mash of scars and the build of his character. It's a good thing, too, because he's horrible at conversation. Wary and guarded, even.

... Are you taking to him?]

Someone probably drank it.

Shouldn't leave your things out.

audio

[sandhate]

Uh, hi. I'm new here. What's a flutter?

audio

[mucked]

A wager. [ and, just in case: ] I'm talking about gambling, rookie. A craps game or some poker, perhaps.

[sandhate]

Oh, poker! I used to pick up a few games with smugglers at spaceports. Can't keep any of the winnings though. [ also it's straight up cheating, what with his space magic powers ]

Which one are you thinking, planetary or space?

[Video]

[falconing]

[ THIS IS EXACTLY THE THING HAN SOLO NEEDED ]

Dice and cards?

[ he won the millennium falcon with some dice and cards, my lady, count him in. ]

i saw everything.

[mucked]

As I said: no horses. We'll have to make do with what we've got. [ her smile persists. she remembers him from planetside. ] Are you in or are you out, Mister Solo?

[falconing]

I haven't lost a card game in my life, and I'm not planning on starting now.

{ with a grin. this is such a perfect distraction to the last six hours, okay. ]

Count me in.

Video

[save_the_souls]

[You know, normally he stays out of fleet card games. Better to not cause bad blood with people you have to live with. But hey, maybe if he did it without cheating...]

[Well, relatively no cheating anyway]

Count me in. It sounds like a fine way to ring in the new year.

Video

[mucked]

Doesn't it just? [ all high-spirits and good manners, this one. ] We might even end up with enough interested parties to float two or three tables.

Video

[save_the_souls]

That many gamblers in this place, huh? [Good to know] If you need more, I can bring some cards and poker chips.

video

[dancingmd]

Oh, are you setting up a poker game? [Why are you so excited Beverly? This is embarrassing.] I would love to join, if you don't mind.

video

[mucked]

Aiming to. [ a mild smile. ] And the more, the merrier, doctor.

voice;

[bothbarrels]

What is it about poker and spaceships? [ He chuckles. ] I think it's just one of the few active ways to pass time when there aren't other things to do. In any case, I'd love to join in.

voice;

[mucked]

-- Games of chance, I imagine, are somewhat endemic to meagre circumstances. Many people grow captivated at the thought of winning a little more than they already have.

We'll be happy to have you join us, Mister...?

[ video ]

[admirably]

A flutter, is it? [ Though he's unfamiliar with the turn of phrase, it's easy enough to discern what she means. ] I could be amenable to that, milady. Though admittedly I have a pretty weak bluff.

[ h a h a ]

[ video ]

[mucked]

A word of advice, chum. [ a blank expression. ] The game's not yet started.

[mikangirl]

Count me in.

[Cheerful and straight to the point.]

[mucked]

Enjoy cards, do you?

[ she isn't surprised. ]

action;

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena generally tries not to bother the crew when they're clearly working on something, but she hasn't had much of a time to talk to some of them. So, she drifts over to where Peggy's working eventually and asks,]

How's it coming along?

[Whatever "it" happens to be in terms of work, anyway.]

action;

[mucked]

-- Not so handily as I might have hoped. [ she straightens herself as though popping sore joints in her back. then, shaking off her informality, she crosses her arms. ] Just when I begin to think I understand it, I learn how very far beyond me it all is.