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[wingedman]

Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

[sam what r u even on about]

Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?

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[mucked]

Unfortunately, recent circumstances have impressed upon all of us the likelihood that every exchange is monitored.

[ -- sorry, dear sam, she probably shouldn't launch so abruptly into the restrictions of this place. ]

But we can lock our conversations from our fellow passengers. Certain someones need never see what intel you decide to share with me.

[ she says this only to keep the tone light. ]

[wingedman]

You know he's probably watching this right now, right?

[And probably freaking out about it. Which is almost as entertaining as the prospect of gossip itself. Sorry, Steve, your fiancee girlfriend lady friend and your non-Bucky best friend are terrible.]

[mucked]

Oh, I've no doubt. [ hello, darling. ] I suspect he'll be glad to see you after so long. And, as I mentioned, he'll be more than happy to lend you a blaster.

[ ahem. yes. her security officer. ]

[wingedman]

[Her security officer, indeed. Check out that knowing look, Peggy.]

You mentioned getting assigned to a ship. How's that work? Do we pick one, or-?

[mucked]

Initially, it'll be picked for you. But there's freedom to transfer to another, if you'd prefer.

[ she won't invite him. let that be steve's prerogative. although she does hope he'll consider it. once upon a time, when steve arrived, peggy had poached him almost immediately from the pathstone only to have sam arrive not long after and be assigned that ship as well. the guilt for splitting them up had never sat well with her -- not least of all because, at the time, sam had been left with howard's son as a captain. ]

[wingedman]

[Invite him. Like he isn't about to invite himself, Peggy. To wit:]

I don't suppose there's room on your ship?

[Yes, he knows it's brazen. But he also knows that Peggy knows that it's where he'll want to be, so there's no need to tiptoe around.]

Assuming, of course, that you want me there.

[She's the captain; it's her choice, as far as Sam's concerned. Not that she can really say no in a public place like this, so it's a little awkward.]

[mucked]

Not until we suss out your augment. I don't want any bloody duplicates -- the Starstruck is run rather efficiently.

[ -- the humour is almost gentle, except for when it isn't. peggy buys some time to make certain steve wants him aboard. she can't imagine he won't, but she's spoken enough for him today.

and better yet, it deflects the whole conversation onto something else: the augments. and, to that end: ] Touch the back of your head. You'll find the implant quick enough, if you haven't already.

[wingedman]

[Hold on a moment, and-]

Jesus Christ, what the-

[Sam at least manages to bite the last expletive off. Not that she won't hear enough of him swearing eventually.]

That's just weird.

[To say the least.]

[mucked]

Downright uncanny, yes. [ and if she sounds a little unperturbed, it's because she's lived with hers for nearly two years. but it hasn't been so long that she doesn't remember how jarring it had been to first realize that hardware had been installed into her head. ]

It provides nominal information on the ships themselves. And, on top of that, specialized intel for specific jobs. [ peggy can be seen reaching below a cascade of curls, thumbing her own augment. ] Mine is valid for communications. I can work the comms, recognize fleet frequencies, and so on. Steve's security. Everyone gets an assigned something, Sam. It may take a little while for you to figure yours out.

[wingedman]

Great, yeah, I'm all about people hacking into my brain.

[Note the sarcasm. He's seen enough movies where this sort of thing goes horribly wrong and people are used to kill other people.]

Don't get me wrong, I'm not wild about people from the twenty-first century flying spaceships blind, either, but you'd think there would be a middle ground that didn't involve, you know, non-consensual brain surgery or something.

[mucked]

Apparently, there isn't. [ bone dry. ] But do think twice before you try and remove it. Such efforts tend to end badly.