Open/Mingle - Roll Call.

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam, and you, and anyone; tis a mingle of sorts.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Bloodsport, if you wanna find him.
When: After the planet is struck - Sept 22nd.

Note: Feel free to tag each other and inform everyone of whatever you need to, post-planetary explosion! I'll tag here and there, but consider it more of a mingle for people to touch bases about casualities and making sure people know they're okay (or if someone's injured.)

[Sam sits, triumphant in their mission but also defeated in spirit. Because yeah, they got the ship off the planet, and there's a whole civilization of people who get out of there... but he also is already too aware there is at least one fatality on their end already. Looma's last broadcast had been expected, especially after she'd sent him a warning beacon as the meteor pressed down into the planet's atmosphere, speeding, ready to smash the thing to pieces without effort.

Looma at least faced her death as one would expect, for her people. He imagines they would be proud.

Still, he sounds deflated at the thought, as he speaks a more leveled and straightforward response:]


... We've lost Captain Looma, of the SS Bishop. Umm... for what it's worth, she did it on her terms. I'm sorry.


[He's carried out the task of divvying up the blood from the blood drive, in case anyone from any particular ship needs it; there've been some injuries from shrapnel and citizen unrest, he's pretty sure. That's about all he can do, now, other than check in on the gardens... make sure Fie's work is continued alongside her, because it's important to keep those plants alive and thriving.

He slumps a little in weariness, sighing at his desk where he sits on the SS Bloodsport.]


... Role call?


Who's, um. Who's missing?

Comments

[edwinjarvis]

[He glances over fondly.]

Oh, I don't know. I believe he may take everything you say to heart.

[Jarvis can relate.]

[mucked]

[ oh hell no she is not in the mood for this. ]

Be careful where you tread, Mister Jarvis.

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh, but he's prepared for a cranky and stand-offish Peggy Carter. After all, everything is... well, as some would put it, a 'shitshow'. As capable as she is, he's already seen firsthand on multiple occasions the strength of her sometimes... shorter temper.

In the wake of her not-mood, Jarvis is cool and composed.]

I am not treading.

[He turns, switching to the controls.]

... Merely offering my own... personal experience.

Perhaps I am envious of you and Mr. Rogers, if you want my honesty.

[mucked]

Envious! Oh, that's rich. Perhaps you've missed the part where either one of us could go poof any day now and disappear right from under the other's nose.

[ the words are out before she can think better of them. ana, peggy reminds herself. of the pain and the suffering and the proto-loss on jarvis's face. it drives her attention off the butler. until that point, she'd been staring him down. now she moodily looks the other way, biting down on the edge of her thumb. ]

[edwinjarvis]

... You're right. My apologies, Miss Carter -- that was thoughtless of me.

[His voice is light, if not a bit sad.

He hadn't meant to make the air any more awful that it already was.

Perhaps he should keep his mouth shut.]

Regardless of how I feel, I've always been happy for you and Mr. Rogers.

I would never want you to doubt that.

[mucked]

[ she hates this roiling feeling in her stomach. for years and years, she'd felt nothing like it. peggy would never condescend to say that lying (by omission or otherwise) had ever been easy. but it hadn't come with the same turmoil. only she's certain that telling him now will devastate him.

christ. telling him at any point will create a crisis. she's certain of that and that alone. ]

I don't. [ she forces herself to tell jarvis what he needs to hear just now. ] I don't doubt it. Not one bit. Do be happy for us -- I will gladly pay witness to that happiness. But don't envy us. Please, Mister Jarvis.

[edwinjarvis]

Of course. I'm more than happy to -- and I know how lucky I am, I truly do... I do miss Ana terribly right now, and I haven't been apart from her like this since -- well... I'd gotten arrested. [He blows a puff of air, shaking his head.] But I have a lovely wife to return to that wouldn't accept such an attitude on my part, and I really should be more patient; we'll be back home in no time, we'll see to it.

Thank you for setting me straight.

[Optimistic, Jarvis! You must be optimistic. Nobody likes such a complainer.

Stiff upper lip, and all of that nonsense. He feels stupid for even frowning over a short absence. And to do so at Peggy, who has been heartbroken for someone she'd thought she'd lost... He feels like he must really make it up to her, for setting him straight. He manages a slight smile, starting them on their way with both hands on the controls.]

And at any rate, enough about my woes. We have people to help, don't we?

Much more productive.

[mucked]

...Much more productive.

[ she answers with that dissatisfied tone. the one that seeps into her voice when she feels the sting of unfinished business. or else simply the regret of having chosen the barbed path instead of the kindly one.

nothing cuts quite so deep as jarvis thanking her for 'setting him straight' when all she did was harangue and argue. god, she nearly spills it all right then and there. ]

You know, [ she hems and haws, ] it's good work you're doing. I hope it's not too forward to say I'm proud.

[ -- a stunning attempt at overcompensation. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[He blinks as he glances over at her, looking a bit surprised. And perhaps better yet still a bit confused by the sudden compliment in the wake of a sharp retort. He chalks it up to being a difficult week -- two missing crew-mates, after all. It would make sense that his compatriot is troubled and having a time of things... Even still, he doesn't feel like he deserves the pride in his work; he feels like he hasn't nearly done enough with the skills of the trade he's developed. Maybe after getting these supplies out there; the shuttle's already got a hefty amount in the back from The Melting Pot, ready to be distributed.

Then he can rest easier.]

... I'm just doing what little I can. It's not much, really.

Everyone has been doing marvelously.

[Jarvis is great at sharing the humble pie. It was a team effort.]