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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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Interesting.] Wants? You imply a sentience?

[Though that sounds uncomfortably like certain other things...potentially the aether, for example.] Is it associated with an object, such as a stone or weapon?

It wanted a host the same way -- the same way fire wants oxygen. The same way water wants to flow into every crevice. I pray it's not sentient. [ ... ] And otherwise, it's associated with nothing but itself. Even developing a means by which to contain it was challenging enough.

Hm. [Not one of the infinity stones, then. At least likely not. That's...something. The power would be nice, but he's not necessarily eager to tangle intimately with another of those any time soon. Though it isn't as if that's a current potential issue, outside of the Vision.]

I'm not surprised containment would prove difficult, as it is a thing unknown to your science. Are there other properties it has, color, sound, physical effects of that nature?

Blacker than black. And damned cold. It froze nearly an entire lake in California in the middle of the summer.

[Loki sits back slowly, looking off into the distance.]

Cold. [That narrows the field a bit, but he's not entirely certain. He doesn't like the sound of this, however..] Does it absorb only thermal energy, or all sorts?

You're clearly harbouring a hypothesis. What are you thinking it could be?

[ damned if she'll let someone else ask all the questions. ]

I've several possibilities in mind, a few of which are formless and have no name, merely concept.

It is most definitely not the aether, at the least, nor anything of the Dark Elves. A start.

Any of it collected in the wake of atomic detonations?

...I don't think any realm but yours is barbaric enough to play about with atomic detonations. Not in recent memory.

Dirty things, those.

Barbarism is barbarism, Loki. It hardly behooves any of us to give it degrees. All that does is anesthetize the guilty conscience -- providing one with the chance to say ah, but at least we are not as barbaric as them.

Bollocks.

[Dryly:] Given the choice of desolate wastelands awash with blood and ash, I'd take the one that doesn't eat the survivors with cancer and leave them vomiting out their stomach linings.

Or more simply, death by neat impalement rather than slow removal of my skin by inches over the course of weeks. [A brief, humorless smile.] And trust, I've tried both.

But your lack of preference is so noted.

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