Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2016-12-07 08:02 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- cara,
- charles xavier,
- cisco ramon,
- dune/leto atreides ii,
- erik lehnsherr,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- finwë,
- garrett,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- jennifer keller,
- jeyne westerling,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- khadgar,
- kuroba kaito,
- margaery tyrell,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- mon-el,
- nakamori aoko,
- natalie goodman,
- natasha romanoff,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okita souji,
- raven darkholme (film),
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- robb stark,
- shinji ikari,
- sokka,
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- stefan salvatore,
- takeshi,
- theon greyjoy,
- uraraka ochako,
- winn schott,
- yuan ka-fai
You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]
Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.
It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.
Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.
In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]
[>> Plot Post]
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.
It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.
Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.
In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]
[>> Plot Post]
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[ how does she know about this already? don't ask; peggy is peggy. ]
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[ at the redshift district, of course. ]
Not going to ask.
[ the people in his life, honestly. ]
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probably another one of those questions that rather stay unanswered. ]
Alright so there's the museum and the - redshift district, what else?
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[ you gotta admit, that's pretty neat. ]
and the food.
[ some of it doesn't look bad at all. ]
You should go. Who knows when we'll have all of this again.
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[ he nods, trying to sustain what the thought of that entire farce invokes in him, anger and an odd sense of helplessness he hadn't felt in a long while. Not being able to prevent what happened to Nat from happening again irks him. It seems all they do is tend to fires as they have no way to stop them before they erupt. ]
It'd be good for her.
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You know what they say about leading horses to water, don't you
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[ he gestures around them, at the room, at, well, everything. ]
No reason we should with her. What fair is fair.
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[ an oblique sort of metaphor. ]
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Almost?
[ there's a small smile there, an acknowledgment rather than denial. she stresses that last word and all at once, the line of conversation about what's best for Nat fades away, making room for something more personal. ]
Still a good argument.
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lightly, as though they were talking about the weather: ] I ought to make it clear, Steve, that under ordinary circumstances -- all this? [ a gentle twirl of her finger indicates the whole room. peggy doesn't look up from the papers. can't quite look at him. ] Wouldn't be necessary.
[ natasha's meddling wouldn't be necessary. ]
Not for me.
[ but these are not ordinary circumstances. then again, when will they ever be? ]
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gone. gone? shaken out of a momentary daze, he looks at where she stands, eyes following that finger and it takes another moment for him to finally catch up with her and oh, lord. ]
Do you really remember any time when you and I have been ordinary?
[ he smiles a bit, doesn't follow her just yet. ]
Peggy, the first time I met you sucker punched a fella in the teeth.
[ look, just saying. ]
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[ a bit of edge, if only because she knows he knows he's making this challenging for her instead of simply reading between her stiff, stifled words. there is no romance to be found, she decides, in declaring to him that she would have gladly (enthusiastically!) consummated their odd little relationship had it not been for the mood-crushing surveillance state that is the drifting fleet.
she flips through a leather-backed book describing what room service has to offer, but barely reads a word. ]
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I know.
[ and it's mutual, really, save for the tiny matter of - ]
Your honor aside, it's entirely mutual.
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My honour? [ she laughs. sharp, and percussive like gunfire. she's so boggled by the notion, that she believes it must be a joke. despite all her training and instincts, she doesn't for a moment read his tone as sincere. ] Who does that make me? Queen bloody Elizabeth?
[ the first, of course. as the second is still but a princess. but the danger lurking under her laughter is well-apparent considering steve only moments ago referenced a man who named her for a dead queen. he got punched. ]
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[ he should be able to read the warning signs by now, considering he had seen the worst of her temper before when she shot at him but the confusion grows and he can't really tell if she's amused or annoyed or whether he should duck and head for cover. ]
It has nothing to with that, a lady 's a lady.
[ he's frowning down at her, obviously lost. ]
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[ her chin lifts. something about her softens, if only because she's realized steve truly isn't trying to tell a joke, however bad. he actually thinks... ]
Oh. Heavens. [ nope, nevermind. she thought she was ready for this conversation but she clearly isn't -- turns out it's easier to tell the man you love you'd happily sleep with him if it wasn't for the presumed cameras than it is to confront the fact that the same man might actually have mistaken you for someone who's never taken that particular plunge.
peggy clears her throat. the realization is more telling about him, she decides, than about herself. somewhere in the dim recesses of her mind, his assumption annoys her -- but she can almost forgive it. right now, he reminds her most painfully of that awkward young man in the back seat of an ssr car. stumbling over his implications. ]
So, [ she rapidly changes topics, ] about dinner...?
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the amount of babbling this might induce would be embarrassing and this is already so so bad that he could kick himself.
he's pretty sure Nat might actually kick him if she ever finds out about all of this. He can already imagine a very dry, deadpan, smooth, Rogers.
she'd be right, which is even more annoying. ]
Right, we should, go and do that.
[ outside. where it's safe and he can maybe salvage a bit of self-respect. ]
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[ peggy steps beyond him and grabs her jacket. ]
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[ he agrees, follows her, trying to shake away the awkwardness and fall into the comfortable pace he usually leads with her. at the same time, there is a quiet realization. The next time this entire subject comes up, whether it's in that room or outside of it, he'll have a whole other answer for her.
after all, it really can't get any more awkward than it is just did and that will have to be a comfort, for now. ]
You think there's anything around here that's familiar?
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and that despite modernization's best efforts, he is still that skinnier version of himself beneath it all. still the man who talked himself into awkward corners. it doesn't mean she'd go easier on him -- far from it. but it means she can, at least, empathize with his more graceless moments. ]
At this point, I'll settle for edible.
[ she pockets the room's keycard. the atmosphere may be chilly, but it's not hostile. ]
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well, they have the latter. he always hopes they still have the former, too.
there will have to be an apology, but not now. he knows her well enough to know it's not the time yet.
but knowing what not to do, while a good start, isn't the same as knowing what to do without escalating this and moving from her frosty side straight into ire.
and captain america or not, steve isn't interested in risking her ire.
he should say something. something that will be sweet enough to maybe win him back a smile or a glance or anything but this. ]
That still means no protein goo.
[ well it's a start. ]
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[ peggy's strides are as long and as confident as ever. she meets each new discomfort with the same old posture -- even this one. but she doesn't rush ahead of steve, choosing intead to walk abreast of him. calculated steps means she doesn't let him lag behind her the way some soldiers (when they know their rank) are given to walking just a few paces after. ]
Steak, maybe. Or whatever passes for one. The animals in their bloody little ersatz forest are all made of gears and wires.
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