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driftfleet2016-12-30 03:42 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-30 03:42 pm
video.
Who: Mr. Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
[The video begins with a fellow in a well-pressed suit and a carefully adjusted tie, all befitting someone who puts the most care into looking a well-kept part in society. His poor hair could do with some pomade - it hangs a bit, droops like a wilted leaf on his forehead, but otherwise he's made sure to keep his dignity in the wake of this... horrible event. He's been clearly kidnapped. Kidnapped! He prays Miss Carter is safe somewhere; the last thing he remembers is being hit with a tranquilizer, but he can't seem to remember if it had been a terribly dangerous affair. Didn't they have the assailant in their trunk? Oh, what a beast the man had been. He will attempt to keep his composure regardless. It's his job.]
While I appreciate that you've let me keep my reading glasses, I'm afraid I won't be broken in by such... backwards methods. Whoever you are and wherever you have... taken me, I can assure you that you've chosen a terrible person to kidnap and that kindness will earn you nothing of use. I'm just the butler; a chauffeur, and I'll have little to offer you, unless you would like to learn how to properly fold any and all manner of clothing.
... Or how to properly prepare a dining table.
[I imagine nothing of that sort will interest you, you're probably all thuggish barbarians.]
If you think you'll get anything at all from me otherwise — well!
[He folds his arms, and though he's concerned for his health in the future (god please don't murder me whoever you people are), he is doing his best impression of an impassive, dry-witted butler. As always. He doesn't sell it perfectly, but at least he's selling it, and that's what matters. Look how tough and unbreakable I am. Can't hurt a butler when he's down.]
You're sorely mistaken.
[........ brb fumbling now]
How do I turn this thing off?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
[The video begins with a fellow in a well-pressed suit and a carefully adjusted tie, all befitting someone who puts the most care into looking a well-kept part in society. His poor hair could do with some pomade - it hangs a bit, droops like a wilted leaf on his forehead, but otherwise he's made sure to keep his dignity in the wake of this... horrible event. He's been clearly kidnapped. Kidnapped! He prays Miss Carter is safe somewhere; the last thing he remembers is being hit with a tranquilizer, but he can't seem to remember if it had been a terribly dangerous affair. Didn't they have the assailant in their trunk? Oh, what a beast the man had been. He will attempt to keep his composure regardless. It's his job.]
While I appreciate that you've let me keep my reading glasses, I'm afraid I won't be broken in by such... backwards methods. Whoever you are and wherever you have... taken me, I can assure you that you've chosen a terrible person to kidnap and that kindness will earn you nothing of use. I'm just the butler; a chauffeur, and I'll have little to offer you, unless you would like to learn how to properly fold any and all manner of clothing.
... Or how to properly prepare a dining table.
[I imagine nothing of that sort will interest you, you're probably all thuggish barbarians.]
If you think you'll get anything at all from me otherwise — well!
[He folds his arms, and though he's concerned for his health in the future (god please don't murder me whoever you people are), he is doing his best impression of an impassive, dry-witted butler. As always. He doesn't sell it perfectly, but at least he's selling it, and that's what matters. Look how tough and unbreakable I am. Can't hurt a butler when he's down.]
You're sorely mistaken.
[........ brb fumbling now]
How do I turn this thing off?
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[ his door his open, he can hear Peggy scolding you from two rooms over. ]
I'm sorry about the welcome. I know not a lot of things make sense right about now.
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[He's kind of biting his nail and staring into the void now, thanks.]
Have I had an allergic reaction and passed on? Is this what the afterlife looks like? Strange metal contraptions and an eerie lack of tangible people? Am I crossing over? I haven't had Last Rites — Good lord, I'm a ghost. I must be haunting Miss Carter at this very moment. My dearest Ana will be heartbroken.
[Oh please help him, he thinks he's speaking with the dead.
And is dead(?)
He may very well faint from the thought.]
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You're not dead. I'm - not dead, either. I don't think either of us is haunting Peggy though she might disagree with me on that. It's a long story.
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He breathes in deeeeep. Hold. Breathes out. Straightens his tie.]
... Very well then. My apologies, Mr. Rogers. I've been unprofessional. It's just — I did not expect... We had... assumed you lost in battle. Mr. Stark was determined to find your location, but...
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[ he waves a hand, dismisses both the honorific and the apology. nobody has called him Mr. Rogers in years. A moment later, he softens, shakes his head. ]
I know. He did his best, wish I could thank him for that.
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[he tried]
Mr. Stark is terribly inept at voicing his feelings, but if I may be so bold, you were - are one of his favorite people. [He smiles a little smile.] I'm sorry if it's a sore topic, but - what on earth happened after they had lost connection with you?
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I went in the ice.
[ it's really as simple as that, except, ]
When I woke up again, the year was 2012.
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Ah - I apologize for bringing this up in our first meeting, Mr. Rogers. It must have been a rather traumatic experience, waking up so long after. I can't even imagine.
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[ it's always to say the least when it comes to Steve Rogers. There are things that he doesn't hurry to talk about, especially if those things are difficulties. It's not a matter of faux bravery as much it's about being quite used to keep certain things to oneself. ]
Don't worry about it. It's something everybody knows about in my time.
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[He's mostly just saying it to himself, but one must agree, the idea of 'everybody' knowing something about you is really weird. Jarvis figures Steve is very much like a celebrity - no real sense of privacy, and as before he fell in the ice, a lot of weight on one man's shoulders. It's why he had been more than certain that it was true, that Peggy had helped hold him up during trying times.]
But I'm glad you have a team here to help you adjust here, at least.
Particularly Miss Carter.
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She's been more than helpful - it was much easier, here.
[ partly because already went through one abrupt change of scene and partly because, well. the company made that much of a difference. ]
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I can imagine.
... It makes this all quite convoluted as well, for people who enjoy the place.
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[ though for him, there isn't much of a conflict anymore. he never quite stated outright that he prefers life here but it's not very hard to deduce, either. ]
I know it all looks out of control but there's a certain routine you can follow 'round here.
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... Thank you for your help, Mr. Rogers. I await the day I get to meet someone like yourself in person. Hopefully very soon, if this ship will release me and my restlessness.