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Video. The Melting Pot.

Who: Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Closed to Peggy, but can add action if wanted; he's aboard the Tourist.
When: Nowish.

[Closed to Peggy]

[When Jarvis wakes up from his short but rested coma (oh, memories, rushing in), he practically sits straight up like a mummy from a Universal picture — Dottie Underwood! The sample! Sousa's marriage in shambles! Miss Carter had a rebar through her stomach and he disabled bombs that could have killed them all — wow, he feels faint all over again. But no time to dawdle; he slips into his jacket and pulls on a coat and adjusts his tie, and ultimately he ends up walking into the Starstruck with a bit more urgency than he usually does.

Perhaps he should have checked to see if Miss Carter was here at the moment, but he's a bit discombobulated. The quiet guard dog (and his old, actual dog) points with a thumb over his shoulder toward the Captain's room and Jarvis, albeit hesitant after their last squabble in her room (family, family, family, it'd been about family, yes, he remembers clearly now), quickly makes his presence known.]

A rebar! You could have done well to inform me of your peril beforehand!

[... Did she tell him about it? He can't remember. His fleet memories are a bit murky. He will be outraged anyway, or... okay, not outraged, but indignant, aloof, hands on his hips and a huffy frown on his face. He's hard to take seriously. Also, hello, I'm awake.]

You gave me a fright!

[Much, much later, he's doing something he was expecting to do days ago:]

[VIDEO]

Well...! Hello. If we haven't met yet, my name is Edwin Jarvis — a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and "Jarvis" will do just fine. [He seems a bit nervous, just a bit, because he's never actually done something like this before, but... well. He's had a little time to mull it over, and it just seems more and more important to get this over with.] You may know me from cooking here and there around the fleet; the Tourist especially.

But it's come to my attention that we don't have an actual eatery of any kind aboard the Iskaulit. Two bars are crucial, of course, especially under stressful circumstances, but one needs nourishment. Especially after bar hopping. Something to sap up all of that alcohol, one imagines.

So with that in mind... I will be formally opening a new bistro of sorts, called The Melting Pot. Currently I'm interested in any cooks who may be interested in working some hours there; I don't have a concrete menu yet, but as the name suggests, I'm more than happy to bring in dishes from across all worlds or ethnicity. Please, feel free to contact me if you would like. We're also in need of waiters or waitresses to take orders, if you prefer. It may be slow work considering we're a relatively small community, but it will be time spent and money earned regardless.

[He has his glasses on as he scribbles something down. A stray thought.]

Also, more importantly...

What is everyone's favorite foods?

Perhaps popular recommendations will be added to the future Melting Pot menu.

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[ paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. always paperwork. it never ends -- but that's almost entirely down to the fact that peggy doesn't let it end. one project ends and another begins, spread like clutter across her desk. lead pencil next to lip pencil; eraser next to polish. and so it's no surprise for jarvis that he should walk in on a typical scene: agent carter, bent over her work with her fingers wound distractedly into her hair.

at his voice, however, she startles. ]

Mister Jarvis, [ a bright and relieved sort of tone as she rushes to stand. rushes to him, too, but only so she can grab both his upper arms in firm and supportive fists. ] Thank Heavens you're awake.

[ awake, and aware. her relief dilutes with a wary and nigh-apologetic expression. ] I couldn't bring myself to say it. Thanks to you, I was already on the mend. Hardly worth mentioning.

[ but a tension settles in. if he remembers this much, what else does he recall? ]

Hardly with mentioning!

[He huffs, but he lets her grip his arms, and he can hardly remain huffy when she seems so relieved that he is indeed wake. His head is still in a bit of a whirlpool of sorts, but it's hardly the concerning, scattered man who had collapsed in the kitchen. He frowns and looks entirely unconvinced, however, by her reasoning.]

You're still on the mend. We've gone through a considerable amount of bandages and lectures at this point, Miss Carter. Extremely unfair of you, falling and getting yourself hurt while I was preoccupied elsewhere.

[ she hasn't quickly forgotten the prattling from just before he'd passed out. and now, with new confirmed memories in his head, she can't help but wonder if they'd been somehow portentous.

it's not a hug -- not near one -- but she gives his arms another good squeeze. ]

'Preoccupied elsewhere', Mister Jarvis, is a damned odd way of saying 'stopping the better part of Los Angeles from being leveled by an explosion' -- [ a fond look. he'd been very heroic indeed. ]

[Oh, don't make him all self-conscious, Miss Carter.

He smiles thinly.]

I simply followed instructions. I would imagine the person with the actual experience in disarming bombs should garner the most credit. [Certainly not him!! But he tries not to linger too much, even if it's clear he's even a little pleased with the situation — also, excuse him as he makes his whole conversation worse by not realizing you're further back than him now.] Regardless, I should have been able to assist you against Whitney Frost; I'm more than comforted in taking your place to help retrieve the Zero Matter while you recover.

[ her spine stiffens. a chill, yes indeed, goes straight up her knickers. something's not right -- she feels it deep in her gut, like instinct. like intuition.

a half-shake of her head. ] No. That can't be right. The only remaining Zero Matter is... [ in whitney frost.

oh something is very not right. ]

You can't possibly think of going in my place.

[ and perhaps it's a testament to how long she's been in the fleet that her first thought (for once) is of how ana ought to disapprove. ]

[A furrow of his brow.]

Miss Carter, I've already gone, rather successfully I might —

[He stops.]

... Oh.

[And maybe he's just discovered the situation as it is.]

-- With Dottie bloody Underwood.

[ her intestines turn to ice. pure, thick ice. jarvis knows the look on her face well: the squirreling uncertainty as her eyes dart between the gears moving behind her gaze. heaven help us all.

it falls into place. he'd said as much, before he passed out. he'd said her name. ]

... With... Dottie Underwood, yes.

[He winces. but surely, it was her plan, so it can't be that... concerning. Right???]

You were too injured to take on the task yourself.

Edited 2017-05-11 23:00 (UTC)

And whose terrible idea was that, hm? Was it Daniel's? [ it's been a long while since she's called him simply daniel -- but something about this conversation takes her straight back to the day she last remembers.

which, unfortunately, precipitates a burst of understanding. ]

Bugger. [ she pinches the bridge of her nose. ] It was mine, wasn't it?

[ bugger. bugger bugger bugger. ] Mister Jarvis, you have my sincerest apologies.

[He raises his brows.]

Miss Carter, I assure you, I was quite alright with it. It was a gathering of sorts that Miss Frost attended — I merely helped keep certain guests occupied and kept an eye for Miss Underwood should things go sour.

[He doesn't want her to feel bad about it, gosh. He's quick to add:]

She had a rather deadly threat in her necklace that prevented her from causing too much grief. [.......................... but you know, she still got out, soooo-] And — and the sample was retrieved very successfully! We should be bringing it in to help Dr. Wilkes as I live and breathe.

Edited 2017-05-11 23:07 (UTC)

Dottie Underwood is -- was -- in a terribly secure SSR prison. [ and here comes the anger. it's uncertain where, exactly, it's directed. but she feels it bubbling up beneath the surface. ] Breaking into that prison, and breaking out with an asset like her in tow? God. I don't even want to think about the legal snafus. Let alone...

[ dottie herself.

crumbs, things must have gotten dire. in all the whirlwind, she'd nearly forgotten to ask: ] How is Doctor Wilkes?

[ quiet. careful. tense. ]

... Was, yes.

[And you did in fact bust her out. But.]

I'm... not sure. Not yet. Last I remember, I had managed to leave Chadwick's fundraiser with the sample. But there were... minor complications.

[He's itching his ear.

Perhaps not quite that 'minor', not in Miss Carter's definitions.]

[ oh, her giddy aunt nora. the queasy squeeze of ice gets worse. peggy retreats, gripping the back of her chair with whitening knuckles. ]

What did she do?

[ -- it's the only possibility. surely. but peggy knows that whatever dottie did, it traces immediately back to her. she, peggy carter, is the responsible party. ]

... Escaped from our grips, mostly...

[He really has no adequate and kind way to put it, sorry, Peggy.]

[ -- distraught and distressed. those are the only words that adequately cover the way peggy looks just now. old rusted parts come back into play, roaring her spy's heart back up like an ill-used engine. escaped means, of course, that dottie's at large.

(mucked it up, pegs)

it takes her a moment to swallow her ire before she can turn back to jarvis. expression drawn; jaw tight. ] I ought to have asked -- God, how remiss of me. Are you alright? Was anyone hurt?

[He shakes his head quickly.]

No, no, I'm quite alright. Despite her escape, she did not create as much carnage as one may expect from her; in fact, she truly did complete the mission before her escape.

[He bites his lip. Perhaps its best not to mention the guy who was thrown out of a window by her, then. Small mercies.]

I've no doubt your next step is tracking her back down, though.

... And I suppose I can see why you didn't allow me a gun or hidden sword under her company, now that I look back.

Small bloody mercies. At least I retain some of my wits. [ she rakes her fingers through a mussed mess of curls; peggy can feel a headache haunting the edge of her thoughts.

slowly, she tries to weight the good with the awful: ] And you did get the sample?

[He nods firmly. Anything to help make this not so miserable a learning lesson.]

We have it indeed.

It should be enough to help lead Dr. Wilkes back into a more... corporeal state, to to speak.

After we find and secure Dottie, yes. Of course.

[ already, she's shuffling her priorities -- imagining what few resources daniel might have left to him now that they'd crossed the ssr itself in order to achieve their little goal.

and, already, she's starting to minimize jason's urgency and panic in her own mind. downplaying it, because there's a larger problem on the prowl. ]

Indeed. And that can come after you rest a bit on your wound, too.

[He cocks his head to the side, looking dryly at her.

Because he expects she would have issue with that.]

Unless you plan to drown her in the blood of your pulled stitches.

Mister Jarvis. [ a huff. peggy inhales, trying to hold on to a shred of her composure. good lord, how could she allow everything to unravel so thoroughly? she'd thought her worse decisions would be years away -- things that would allow hydra to creep into an agency that doesn't exist yet.

but it turns out she mucks it up as soon as tomorrow by the time she gets home. ] We can't let her have any more of a head start than she already does.

Miss Carter.

[He stands with a frown, hands cupped behind his back.]

If you are killed I doubt the situation will resolve itself in any decent way.

We need you rested and ready.

[ and suffering from a heady mixture of dread and self-doubt, she blurts: ] I won't be killed. Good God, man. I don't die until the year twenty-bloody-sixteen. Don't fuss on my account.

[ and then, after the immediate dust settles, she draws her palm down her face and offers a shake of her head. peggy knows she shouldn't have said it. not to him. not to anyone, really. ]

[He stares at her for a long moment.

And then frowns.

Scowls a little, even. He can't believe her recklessness!! And to his face!]

And how do you know you're in fact the same Carter that lives until 2016?

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