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[mucked]

Who: a newly canon-updated peggy carter and YOU.
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: ss starstruck for crewmate and any visitors.
When: beginning today, but feel free to forward date something if you like.

VIDEO (FLEETWIDE)

[ stern-faced, peggy appears upon the network. ] Does 'zero matter' mean anything to anyone? Pointed, I know, and a bit a long shot...but -- if there's anywhere I might find some resource or knowledge about such matters, then the fleet is my best hope. Otherworldly mysteries are not well within my wheelhouse.

[ there are other questions she could ask -- but no, zero matter might be the safest inquiry out of a great many others. and even then, it's barely safe at all. but it must be asked, for now she feels most preoccupied with the work conducted back home. the fleet is almost a secondary thought -- a distant, archaic priority. ]

Alternatively -- [ she sighs. until now, she hasn't been agent cater within the fleet, much preferring to be the more social and civilian version of herself. ] -- I wouldn't mind hearing a bit more about worlds. Different worlds, universes, what have you. I know none have been successful in creating a rift between this place and any other but -- surely, such rifts must exist elsewhere.

ACTION (STARSTRUCK)

[ long story short: peggy carter took a nasty spill inside one of the sr shuttles, and is now back on her feet after being out cold for nearly a day. on the surface, it seems like nothing's the matter. not seriously so, at least. but as she goes about her ship duties, there's a glassy-eyed quality to her gaze. it takes her a little too long to remember someone's name -- as though she's reaching back by weeks or maybe months to recall details she'd been living every day.

find her in the kitchen, where she's preparing one of her two or three or sometimes four daily cups of tea. or find her in the cargo bay where she's trying to use the recreational equipment. she quickly gives up on the punching bag because although she no longer has stitches holding her guts together, there persists a tight ache in the flesh. she settles for the treadmill.

wherever else she might be encountered, her crankiness is persistent. ordinarily patient with her crew, peggy's kindness has been thinning out all week. she appears tightly wound and disengaged. ]

Comments

closed to max »

[mucked]

[ waking up is difficult. like dragging her world-weary body through sludge and cement and thick thick air. like digesting a thousand new memories all at once. peggy has been in a haze ever since she had a tumble in one of the short-range shuttles, cracked her head on a console, and got knocked out cold. she feels the pain of someone whose body has been unused for too many hours, while simultaneously feeling the ghost-aches of a wound miraculously healed.

she stirs on her bed -- still wearing the jumpsuit she'd had on while she and max had been working inside the shuttles. when she opens her eyes, all she sees is a man with a limp move across the room. a limping man with dark hair. ]

D-Daniel? [ her mouth is dry. cottony, and bad-tasting. ] We have a problem...

[theroadwarrior]

[Max responds to the fall the same way he does when anything happens to the people around him -- a moment of panic that you see mostly through his eyes, a quick check on the woman to make sure she's not hurt horribly, and then a breathy sigh and figuring out what to do next. He feels like he should have gray hair by now, because the women in his life constantly do him a frighten. Because lately they've been the most important people to him. As it so happens. He checks her head and then gingerly hefts her up, mumbling a softer here we go as he does it. He's very careful, of course. He's relearned how to be, many months ago, on a harsh desert road.

The bump is concerning. He settles her in her bunk and returns with ice. No blood or clear fluids coming out of ears or nose. Heartbeat is steady. He checks her eyes, checks that breathing is good and proper. With a quiet noise, he applies ice -- 'bout half an hour, til his fingers are numb and he can pace around and re-apply it again a few hours later. He starts worrying a little at a time, like a meter running up coins. Should he be contacting a doctor? He's not used to contacting doctors for head wounds. Is this something to concern them with? What's normal? He's not from a normal world.

But then she stirs, and he turns and wanders close, reaching to carefully push back hair again, unimpressed with the idea of personal space; the swelling isn't too terrible. The ice has helped. He moves to take the ice again, holding her chin with nearly a feather's touch to make sure she doesn't jostle around as he applies it carefully.]

It's cold.

[Just as a warning.

...........

Mmmrrrr.]

M'not Daniel. You're confused -- hit your head.

Don't move too much; anything hurting? Besides your skull.

[That's a given.]

video.

[intelligently]

I could probably find something for you on zero matter. Is it connected with other worlds?

video.

[mucked]

[ if she is abrupt in her reply, it's only because she's feeling driven. poised, really, to harvest this place of its knowledge and hope she might bring that back with her to l.a. some day. ]

Hard to say to what degree but -- yes, it certainly comes from another world.

video;

[speedboat]

[ there's a clatter. howard is seemingly even more charged up than usual when he pops up on screen. ]

You too? I'm on my way. [ a bit of grumbling here. ]

video;

[mucked]

[ somehow, this is a comfort. ]

Find me in the kitchen. We'll talk.

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[reconstitution]

Not something I've heard of before. What's its origin?

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[mucked]

[ she knows this frequency. barnes. the winter soldier. remembering him is like reliving it all over again, and she'd almost forgotten to come to terms with his existence. it hits her now like a tonne of bricks, hard to the gut. at least she remembers her sentiment and her affection, as well. ]

Otherworldly. And old, maybe.

video.

[paraclete]

I'm afraid that I can't help you much, but if you'd like to hear it, I can talk about the place I was in before this one.

[The youth of his face means that he could be anywhere from fifteen to seventeen or eighteen, and he does carry himself with the confidence of a young man... but he hasn't got the energy of adolescence. He's very pleasant, very calm. And he speaks like he already respects Peggy, but perhaps it's more directed towards her as a concept than an individual. Aside from his red eyes, he's as colorless as the streak of a shooting star. Sometimes it spooks people, but he acts like a friend anyway.]

video.

[mucked]

[ she digests his appearance with a stoic face of her own -- not that she doesn't remark upon it, internally, bur she knows better than to cause a scene. he looks young; she has to temper her voice so it doesn't come across quite so sharp. ]

Might help. Might not. What manner of place was it?

video;

[survivalistcookbook]

[Have a video response while Eugene is kneading bread. Sorry for the speck of flour obscuring a good quarter of the feed.]

No rifts where I'm from, sorry. Just zombies. A whooooole lot of zombies.

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[mucked]

-- I'm sorry to hear that.

[ is she? probably. but if she sounds terse, it's only because she still feels the panic leftover from fresh memories. ]

video

[pneumo]

It means nothing matters right? [ Nailed it. ]

video

[mucked]

Might do, if the nihilists have their way.

[ she is not amused. ]

Video

[kill_switch]

I can't tell you about zero matter, but I can talk worlds, or at least one.

[She's talked a little bit here and there about the Wastelands but maybe it's time to dissect it a little further. She's got enough distance now that it's not as an immediate threat.]

Video

[mucked]

[ hmm. this is the person who (now and then) visits with max, isn't she? peggy might have dismissed any desire to pull apart and dissect another person's world (doubly so if it could not help her with zero matter) but this...

this interests her. so she sits up a little straighter and nods. ]

Yours?

[vagabond_code]

This guy called Reed Richards made a portal to the negative zone. But don't ask me how.

[Great job Clint, very helpful]

text » because she's a kind-hearted soul.

[mucked]

[ and because this almost sounds promising. ]

Negative zone?

action!

[theirinurpants]

[ This is probably at least the third time he's seen her in the kitchen fixing tea. Because Alistair spends a lot of time in the kitchen, eating everything in sight, honestly, but that's beside the point! The point is - ]

If you drink too much of that, your hands start to shake. I know. [ It's happened to him before. ]

action!

[mucked]

[ peggy stirs a dash of honey into her cup and -- after tapping her spoon sharply against the edge -- she turns to address the recent crewmate. ] Problem is, they also start to shake when I don't have enough.

[ her smile implies it's something of a joke. just a little one. ]

Action; kitchen

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda had indeed noticed a shift in Peggy's demeanor from the woman who had come to comfort her in her bunkroom only a few days ago. Naturally, she was concerned for her friend and shipmate. Figuring this might be a time to support her, like she had done for Wanda, she approaches Peggy in the kitchen, attempting to start with some polite, small talk.]

I do not think I ever seen one woman fix so much tea for herself in one day.

[mucked]

-- British nerves run on darjeeling, I imagine. [ she's stirring some sort of creamer into her cup. alien in origin, likely. she doesn't want to think about it too hard. the worst part about remembering a whole year's worth of new memories is also remembering how much better food supplies were back home in 1947. ]

Do you want a cup?

Video

[complicatedliar]

What are the properties of this "zero matter'? [He might know it and just by a different name; certain things don't translate well to the all tongue, he's noticed, mostly modern conceptions of the humans. But he's curious. Otherworldly mysteries? Very curious.]

As for the question of universes...

How good are you at maths?

Video

[mucked]

Volatile. Cosmic. Dangerous. The usual suspects. [ if she is playing coy with her knowledge, then it's because she knows better than to hand a shady individual the inter-dimensional recipe for something so contentious.

but he's gone and done the batty thing of asking her two damn questions at once, so she moves on: ] I assure you I get by.

action, kitchen

[nulliverse]

[Ramse being on the Starstruck means that Celeste visits it quite often, but it's only by chance that she catches a glimpse of Peggy as she passes the kitchen. At least, she thinks it's the woman she spoke to - Eudio has given her an intimate knowledge of twinners and how they can fool a person, especially when you don't know them well.

She mostly takes the chance because the woman's moving in an odd, agitated way, and while that could be perfectly normal for Peggy (some people just have so much natural energy that they always look agitated), if this even is Peggy, it's enough to capture her curiosity. Honestly, that doesn't take much.]

... Peggy?

[mucked]

[ the starstruck's first mate turns on a heel and gives the woman in the doorway something of a once-over. perhaps she can be forgiven the half-second it takes her to place the familiar face. after all, they'd only spoken once -- and therefore, her mild surprise hardly seems unusual. ]

Ms. Blackwell. Celeste. [ from formal to...slightly less formal. peggy taps her spoon sharply against the edge of her tea cup. ] What brings you to our fine vessel?

[ she's trying to be friendly. clearly. but there's a tension somewhere between her shoulders and her mouth.

[nextlineis]

Are you talking the worlds people come from or the other worlds people have been stuck in?

[mucked]

-- Both, I imagine. For every fresh world implies some means by which to travel there.

[bigvessel]

[Peggy fell, and he heard about it. Of course he did. The ship, he may not know all the members of it yet, but these are the people he lives with, day in and day out, people that he has to sleep near. And it makes him somewhat uncomfortable, honestly to be around so many strangers. And that's what they all are still, strangers in most ways. He knows less about all of them than a quick ten-minute background search could have given him about any passerby on the street.

But Peggy is probably the closest he's got so far to a friend. And honestly, it might partially be because he clings to the similarities they share, the line of work they're in. He misses having a partner like he would miss an arm, and he may be using her to fill that hole, even if its just a bit. Even if it's just because they're both agents. If its just someone he can at least be open about that one aspect of himself.

So she falls and he frets. But the situation seems handled, and so he just keeps an eye and an ear open from afar.

But when he finds her in the cargo bay, throwing punches at the heavy sandbag, well, there's a motherly twitch of disapproval in his features. She's done even before he makes it to her though, and he moves over to the treadmill, to the front of it where he folds his arms on top of the console and smiles at her.]

I'm guessing this a habit for you, but don't you think you might be pushing it?

[mucked]

[ each thud of her shoes on the treadmill echoes the hard beat of her heart. peggy isn't her usual polished self -- in a tank and sweatpants. but even so, she's remarkably put together. plaited hair and lipstick. but when fdr approaches, she jabs her finger against the console until the speed slows.

she dabs at her forehead with a towel. ] I'm not yet near pushing it. [ bravado. it makes her stand a little taller -- of course, the treadmill helps with that as well. ] Honestly, I have energy to burn.