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Video. the ramblings of a drunk british man.

Who: Jarvis and you, valentine. ;)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist/Iskaulit, wherever you catch him
When: Valentine's Day of course!!!

[Jarvis here, ready to be — drunk? Perhaps just a little. He is actually doing a PSA whether he realizes it or not, looking disapprovingly at his wine glass. He's rosy-cheeked and his tie is the slightest bit crooked. Just the slightest. And he is currently abandoning his coat because it is clearly getting hot in the Tourist kitchen.]

Oh, myyyyy goodnessgracious, I think — I... Yes, the wrong bottle, this is... the wrong bottle. It's just a little purple...er than the other I was supposed to take from the shelf. I should have known better; I can't read —

[He looks intently at the liquor bottle, marked in alien writing that their augments certainly can't translate.]

I can't read this, period. I think I accidentally drank one of the more potent... bottles...

[... hiccup]

... Not the whole bottle, mind you, I'm not a barbarian.

Clearly two glasses is downright diabolical. I apologize, Miss Nami, I believe this is one of the newer imports. I will have to credit it out in take — ...take it out in credits. Goodness, it's warm in here. I'm going to go to the Iskaulit, since I fancy it cooler there... Cookies!! [Yes, that's as sudden as it seems, and he claps his hands together.] I'll make some cookies, because it is Valentine's Day, and cookies have to be made, and I haven't the supplies nor the mind-power for chocolate... anything, really. And I certainly have nothing to do on Valentine's Day, no sir — or ma'am. I am quite freed up by... by the light-years-away... -ness, of my predicament. Very much free to bake indeed. I don't mind at all. I — it's very... un-routine of me, to have no one to bake for on this particular date.

[He huffs.]

If you don't have a valentine, please stop by the Space Bar kitchen, I will have cookies so you can at least eat cookies. It's completely unnecessary to have a single valentine — it doesn't need to be a... lady or fellow you fancy, either. I'll have you know I made my classmates biscuits every year, save for — goodness, that time in... 1925...? When I came down with the flu. What a terrible February that was. I thought I'd gone — bubonic.

..... I'm talking quite a lot.

If you'll excuse me, I need my apron. Where did I put my...

[...... He's wandered off.]

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You're wandering dangerously close to the sentimental.

[ she's worried. ]

... It's Valentine's Day.

I can think of few other days dedicated to being so sentimental.

Regardless, I am only stating a fact!

[ ahem. ]

Perhaps you ought to bake one for her all the same.

[ it might be cathartic. it might help. ]

[He quiets a bit, more subdued.]

I already have, actually.

...

Are we quite sure... time stands still back home?

I mean -- sure sure?

Edited 2017-02-14 01:29 (UTC)

Mister Jarvis. I have a confession to make -- as timelines go, I'm a little bit beyond you and your mishap with the tranquilizer. Had you been taken and subsequently returned to California with your memories and awareness of the fleet intact then I trust you would have mentioned it to me in the ensuing days.

[ it's about as close as she gets to having irrefutable proof. ]

I... suppose. I suppose that would make sense.

It's just — I told her I would never leave her behind, you see.

I know she absolutely hates promises because it's impossible to know if you can keep them, but I gave her my word a very long time ago. I'm very strict about my word, Miss Carter.

[ eight o'clock on the dot. don't you dare be late! understood? -- peggy glances over her shoulder and catches sight of steve collecting firewood at the forest's edge. she knows a thing or two about impossible promises.

softer, and with some of her steel dissolved: ] You'll keep it. Your word. I'll make certain of it.

Edited 2017-02-14 02:25 (UTC)

[He smiles a thin but warm little smile.]

As long as you don't make promises you can't keep.

NOW! Let's not be depressing. It's a good day!

And I am sure you are making the most of your romantic side.

[However big that romantic side is. He believes in you.]

Have you properly eloped yet?

Mister Jarvis. Don't be ridiculous. I haven't got a romantic side; it got shot off in the war.

[ don't press your luck you adorable sad drunk man. she might actually take pity on you. ]

Nonsense, I don't believe it. He will make a romantic of you yet.

[He sips his water. So graceful.]

What is your battle plan? Have you found a lovely place to confide in over candlelight?

....... Do be sure your liquor is not in an alien language.

Confide what, hm? I doubt there's anything I could tell him that he doesn't already know.

[ so some things might as well be left unsaid. or, at the very least, said only infrequently. ]

Don't be silly, I still learn new things from my wife.

I learned just a few days before arriving here that she dropped one of my favorite tea cups by accident and buried it in the backyard an entire year ago.

Edited 2017-02-14 04:10 (UTC)

Buried it! [ smooth-as-silk, she expresses her surprise. peggy isn't above trying to distract jarvis away from his line of questioning by looping back around to ana. ] Did the gardener find it?

The gardener was in cahoots with her. Those foul criminals.

They knew I would never have questioned a burial site for a toad caught in the push mower.

Satisfy my curiousity, then. What tipped you off in the end?

... Nothing at all, actually.

She confessed on her own after I admitted to breaking her favorite ink pen.

And to think I was so anxious about telling her, when I'm married to someone who would be extremely skilled at hiding bodies.

She's a wonderful woman. I'll not argue that point. Not ever.

[ -- yes, hiding bodies IS a trait she can appreciate. ]

Well of course! It would be a losing battle.

Now, are we done avoiding your own plans for Valentine's Day? Is Mr. Rogers around? I should like to say hello to him! Please, holler that Mr. Jarvis hopes he is having a splendid Valentine's Day.

I'm afraid Steve is indisposed at the moment. You'll have to call him up and ask him yourself.

[ or better yet? don't. she doesn't need steve's romantic side fusing with mister jarvis's. ]

Unfair.

You make it sound as though you've kidnapped and tied him to a chair.

Very unromantic.

Rather depends on who you ask, I think. [ ...ahem. ] But no, he's not been kidnapped. At least not any more than he already was.

If not kidnapped, certainly objectified. He has quite the muscle... Probably from punching so many Nazis, I would have to imagine...

[Jarvis, don't swoon over Captain America, he's Peggy's beau.

Anyway. Drunkenly, with some confidence:]

... But I am taller. I consider it a victory.

-- Now I know you've had too much to drink.

[ there's a hurry to her voice. a hush, too, because she clearly doesn't want to be caught discussing steve's musculature. ]

Bah! I'm fine. I feel fabulous.

[honey no

After a moment--]

... I am taller, though! I will fetch measuring tape if you don't believe me. For some reason I had envisioned him at least... nine foot... something. And wider than a doorway. Now that I think about it, that would be an inconvenient superhero, one that can't fit through doorways--

[you love me and my liquor-fueled rambling don't pout]

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