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driftfleet2017-04-21 09:50 am
mucked) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-21 09:50 am
open » action
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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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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At least, that's the Winchester way of looking at it.
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[He smiles softly.]
The last time I actually felt relaxed, I was, uh.... 22?
Then it was just finding something to panic over every other week.
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It provides me a lot of entertainment, watching you and the others try to make sense of whatever the hell comes out of my mouth.
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[ tut tut, mister winchester. ]
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[sage nod]
I could teach people what I know. About how to defend against angels, demons, all of that... but I'm worried it'll get into the wrong hands. Last thing I want is someone banishing an angel off the ship because I taught them how to do it.
So. You know. Jollies instead.
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