driftfleet | one. voice + action.

Who: snarkbot + you!
Broadcast: ye.
Action: the special calibrations portion of the ship.
When: early evening, july 2.

( action. )

[ when gideon wakes she's--well. more than a little confused. this is the first time ever she's not been connected to the waverider and it's disorienting. it takes her a minute of sitting in her room to figure out just what's wrong and why she feels like she has a stone resting in her stomach, but when she does she's a little peeved, honestly. she rifles around the room, finding her communicator but nothing else of note. unless you count the absolutely ridiculous throw blanket that she wraps around her shoulders.

gideon is, first and foremost, a computer so it's the communicator she's drawn to first. she spends a not insignificant amount of time flipping through it and figuring out what she can. once she's sort of got her bearings, she makes a network post of her own (see below) and then determines that exploring is a great idea.

as such, she can be found very curiously wandering barefoot through all the parts of the ship she can get into, occasionally pausing to simply touch things--walls, doors, furniture--with a slight frown on her face. and, yes, all the while she has the ugly as sin flamingo blanket with her. ]

( voice. )

[ the voice that comes through is surprisingly pleasant, all things considered, though there's a hint of testiness lurking behind the words. ]

I'm given to understand that this rather elaborate kidnapping has taken place because of a reality show, correct? One which we are all unwilling participants in. I'd like to know more about how this is broadcast, if anyone has that information. [ augh, having to ask for information instead of just looking it up is really unexpectedly annoying.

she pauses. ] I would also like to speak with anyone familiar with the Waverider or her crew.

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[ right, then! peggy falls into an easy patter -- distant, professional, but palsy in the way an old school chum might be when they meet you awkwardly on the high street during a holiday back home. it had never before been in her nature to be so obliging, but her responsibilities as one of the fleet's captains have come to override some of those older isolating habits. ]

You will tonight. We all do -- consider it a very unavoidably enforced curfew. [ peggy gestures at the back of her neck. ] We've got a bit of tech wired into our brains; doubtless, it's the source of that control. And also the means by which our minds can link up at night.

[ a beat. ] Let me reassure you. It's not normal. We don't ordinarily go around walking about in each others' dreams. But you've arrived at a rather inconvenient time.

[ she waits -- partially to see if the woman has caught up with the explanation, and partially to see what protests might exist. after all (if peggy's understanding it correctly) then the moment she'd seen this woman in rip's calibration space had been a kind of play-within-a-play. an invasion of the mind within an invasion of the mind. of all involved, this concept might be more digestible to her.

if peggy's understanding it correctly. that's worth noting twice. ]

[ gideon's hand automatically drifts up to touch behind her left ear where there's a slight bump. well, that's just wonderful. ]

I'm familiar with similar technology, but it was never used so cavalierly.

[ or, at least, she would hope it wouldn't be used cavalierly. given how terrible the time masters turned out to be, though, it's anybody's guess how often it was actually used. ]

You saw a version of me in one of these dreams. [ that's not a question, it's her putting two and two together. ] Was it Mr. Jackson or Captain Hunter?

[ it takes her a moment to understand that mister jackson must have been the other individual in that memory. peggy purses her lips a moment -- and reminds herself that, if not for the little drama unfolded between herself and rip hunter these past weeks, this information is a courtesy she'd easily give to any other newcomer.

she deserves to know. after all, peggy might not be the only one who recognizes her. ]

Mister Hunter, yes. Although you'll find he's not a captain here.

[ it's not a cruel correction. nor is it even a correction in earnest. the woman can call him whatever she wants; she has that right. peggy says it merely to explain why she won't be using that particular title in reference to that particular man. ]

[ peggy's comment makes gideon purse her lips in annoyance. ]

He may not be a captain in this fleet, but he is still the captain of the Waverider.

[ he's still her captain, and that's all that matters when it comes to the title she'll call him in public. ]

[ -- perhaps it's uncharitable, but the corners of peggy's mouth lift. it's not a particularly warm smile, no, but it speaks to at least an ounce of forbearance for new arrivals. ]

Of course. [ peggy makes the tactical choice to defer. ] I'm afraid I'm merely running with what information he's given me. It hardly matters; the title's turned into something rather arbitrary in these parts. Just about anyone can be a ship's captain.

[ case in point, her. ]

[ the expression on gideon's face makes it obvious what gideon thinks of that notion. anyone becoming a captain? really? ]

Without any training or precedent?

It's possible. [ peggy knows that expression because she's made one much the same when contemplating the arbitrary nature of these assignments. it's partially why she's tried to do what she can to outfit the starstruck with as competent and experienced a crew as possible -- shuffles notwithstanding. ]

But if a ship is fortunate, it'll end up with someone with a bit of both. [ training and precedent. something softens in her expression -- a rare gleam of affection. ] I've certainly heard no complaints from my crew.

[ well. not about her leadership, at least. ]

[ gideon quietly files away the information. both of peggy's captaincy and the utter ridiculousness of the people who brought them here. ]

They are lucky to have you, then.

-- At the same time as being terribly unlucky to be here. It's a funny set of circumstances, Miss...?

[ a name, if you please. she can guess, but she'd rather hear it from her. ]

Gideon.

[ there's a moment's pause before she remembers shaking hands is a thing she can do now, and offers her own from within the depths of the ugly blanket. ]

Miss Gideon.

[ does one call a ship's ai 'miss'? peggy's nose crinkles at the question, but she just about barely manages to avoid asking it. the handshake helps. hers is firm and confident when she takes hold of gideon's hand. ]

Rip Hunter is a member of my crew, incidentally. [ a beat. ] Has he managed to track you down since your arrival?

[ something tells her -- some lingering instinct from that dreamscape -- that the man might be invested in touching base with this...well, woman. ]

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