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driftfleet2017-04-21 09:50 am
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Who: Peggy + you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: All day.
[ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.
because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.
and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.
for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.
later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: All day.
[ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.
because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.
and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.
for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.
later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]
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We were in the throes of war, Sam. It was never for anything quite so noble. The Allies wanted soldiers who could do more -- be better -- than what they'd thus far recruited. The program which created 'Captain America' was the first step.
For a lot of good reasons, it was also quite fortunately the last.
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They were necromancers.
[gdit sam]
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[ it's not even sam she's upset with. just sam's world. goddammit. ]
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It'd be great if I could tap out and have you go in for me, though.
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... I mean, you probably exist in my world, but things aren't really the same. No superheroes, especially. And I kind of doubt I exist in yours. [He shrugs.] But maybe if I can get my comms device from Adstringendum functioning at full capacity someday, I can visit.
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Beg pardon, [ so polite but so stern. ] Your what?
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After we got out of there, it was altered to be a teleportation device for between universes -- but it, uh, it's blocked out by whatever the Atroma do.
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[ sam, darling, why have you made her endure all these weird stories only to tell her this now? ]
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[He shrugs.]
Seemed like a kind of cruel thing, to tell people I have a teleporter that doesn't work.
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[ but she's clearly a bit miffed he didn't tell her. fickle creature. ]
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[ she's somewhere between a pout and a scowl. ]
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Are we setting up a pact?
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[ she even sticks out a hand to shake. ]
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So that means it's a two-way street, you know. Don't go hiding new information about the Atroma's favorite dessert or where they like to spend vacation weekends.
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Eton mess, and the Cotswolds. [ a beat. ] Or maybe those are mine.
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I'm shocked you even have vacation destinations; you strike me as someone who works too much.
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[ you know, to the cotswolds. a lovely time. ]
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Yeah, well, the Fleet's kind of been a vacation sometimes. I wasn't really one to anything but work back home, myself. Something always needed fixing, anyway.
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[:)]
Just think, though. You could tell everyone back home you're the first lady of your timeline who has mastered space travel.
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