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Safe to assume you made it out unscathed?
[ she doesn't know his name -- not yet. but she knows the comm-number. she'd taken note when their first interaction had ended. had seared the digits into her memory and filed it with all the rest of her madness. ]
A few bumps and bruises. Nothing that won't heal.
A few bumps and bruises. Nothing that won't heal.
Rogue was relieved to be on solid ground again - solid ground with atmosphere, with air and sky and sun and light. And space. Ororo's claustrophobia occasionally made the tiny ship even tinier. It had taken a few days to get her feet under her on the planet, to figure out the way these things work. She knew all too well the dangers of standing out, as well as the dangers of this type of environment, and had purchased a hat for dual purposes. She was in one of her modified jumpsuits, gloves, and a sheer cover up from the blue planet. She could see she'd have to make a few more purchases, but she wanted to be canny with the money that she had.
And that meant that she was nursing her one glass of whiskey while eyeing the card game in the corner. It could be a good way to make some money, or learn a bit more about what was around in this place. It wasn't poker, though, that much she could see.
...that just made her want to learn it more. She covertly eyed the the table, trying to discern the patterns.
And that meant that she was nursing her one glass of whiskey while eyeing the card game in the corner. It could be a good way to make some money, or learn a bit more about what was around in this place. It wasn't poker, though, that much she could see.
...that just made her want to learn it more. She covertly eyed the the table, trying to discern the patterns.
"Curious, isn't it?"
Peggy didn't materialize from the shadows. She didn't slink into view like some corner-resident spy. She'd been there all along -- a mere piece of the backdrop, but in plain view. She wore the jumpsuit she'd picked up on the Starstruck, but wore it with its top unzipped to reveal a cream-coloured silk blouse beneath. Perhaps both layers became a double caution against the dust kicked up by the wind on this planet. Or perhaps she simply couldn't abide the futuristic fabric sitting so close to her naked skin.
She placed her drink gently beside Rogue's -- the young woman she recognized from the video screen -- and invited herself to sit down. "So far, I've gathered it's a four card draw. And for some reason those cards that look a little -- but not quite -- like queens are high."
A mirthless smile. "Not that I'm complaining about that fact."
Peggy didn't materialize from the shadows. She didn't slink into view like some corner-resident spy. She'd been there all along -- a mere piece of the backdrop, but in plain view. She wore the jumpsuit she'd picked up on the Starstruck, but wore it with its top unzipped to reveal a cream-coloured silk blouse beneath. Perhaps both layers became a double caution against the dust kicked up by the wind on this planet. Or perhaps she simply couldn't abide the futuristic fabric sitting so close to her naked skin.
She placed her drink gently beside Rogue's -- the young woman she recognized from the video screen -- and invited herself to sit down. "So far, I've gathered it's a four card draw. And for some reason those cards that look a little -- but not quite -- like queens are high."
A mirthless smile. "Not that I'm complaining about that fact."
[ Brusquely, ]
I need to talk you. Please make this channel secure.
I need to talk you. Please make this channel secure.
[ she has pins between her teeth -- thin metal ones destined to be hidden away in her hair. and peggy thinks she'll never grow accustomed to how conversations can begin at the most inopportune times. what about privacy?
ah, well. she doesn't begrudge jim his intrusion. after all, his voice betrays a note of urgency. smoothly, she collects the remaining pins between her fingers and redirects her attention towards the communicator. before all else, she encrypts their channel. ]
Consider it done.
ah, well. she doesn't begrudge jim his intrusion. after all, his voice betrays a note of urgency. smoothly, she collects the remaining pins between her fingers and redirects her attention towards the communicator. before all else, she encrypts their channel. ]
Consider it done.
[ when the comms device requires her attention, she doesn't necessarily expect it to be him. but when it is, she pauses in the middle of her 'light reading': looking over, for the hundredth time, the hefty report jim barnes has shared with her on the new york incident. her aim (for weeks) has been to have it memorized as though she'd been there, and had witnessed it for herself.
she sets one technological wonder aside for another and toggles the audio function so she might reply: ] I think I can clear out a space in my busy schedule for you, Captain Rogers.
[ cool. calm. she hides her fluster well -- a fluster that exists only because she's not certain where they stand with one another. ]
she sets one technological wonder aside for another and toggles the audio function so she might reply: ] I think I can clear out a space in my busy schedule for you, Captain Rogers.
[ cool. calm. she hides her fluster well -- a fluster that exists only because she's not certain where they stand with one another. ]
Dear Carter,
You are invited to a Christmas Eve Eve gathering at the Iskaulit from 5 to 8 pm. Let’s make some new memories while trying to hold onto what was good about back home. If you agree to come, please:
- Bring a White Elephant Present
- Any food that you’d like to have that you think won’t be there
- Agree to take any fighting outside
If you do come, be aware that there will be punch, alcohol, jazz, and a ridiculous amount of salted foods will be served (we work with what we’ve got). Feel free to invite anyone you like who you think will appreciate the same and agree to abide by the same conditions.
Happy holidays,
Rogue
PS: I will make sure there is also tea. I hear that's an English thing.
You are invited to a Christmas Eve Eve gathering at the Iskaulit from 5 to 8 pm. Let’s make some new memories while trying to hold onto what was good about back home. If you agree to come, please:
- Bring a White Elephant Present
- Any food that you’d like to have that you think won’t be there
- Agree to take any fighting outside
If you do come, be aware that there will be punch, alcohol, jazz, and a ridiculous amount of salted foods will be served (we work with what we’ve got). Feel free to invite anyone you like who you think will appreciate the same and agree to abide by the same conditions.
Happy holidays,
Rogue
PS: I will make sure there is also tea. I hear that's an English thing.
[ Delivered to her by a surly little courier; wrapped neatly and simply. It's a pair of sturdy boots and a warm jacket in dark green, fitted precisely for her. The note, in Jim's familiar cursive, reads, Merry Christmas, from the Barneses. ]
[ Don't ask how he knows her measurements. ]
[ Don't ask how he knows her measurements. ]
[ he wants to use this neato text feature so bear with him okok. ]
H Stark reporting from the SS Huntress (apparently.) What kind of a name for a ship is that? It's actually kind of sexy, I'm alright with it.
Were you going to tell me I had a son? Big omission there Peg. How about that whiskey ?
H Stark reporting from the SS Huntress (apparently.) What kind of a name for a ship is that? It's actually kind of sexy, I'm alright with it.
Were you going to tell me I had a son? Big omission there Peg. How about that whiskey ?
I have some data to share with you (?)
James Barnes
Celeste Blackwell
Fiona Gallagher
Thor Odinson
Leia Organa
Steven Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Anthony Stark
Nomi Sunrider
These are a few of the names of people who have vanished from the Fleet for now as far as I can discern in the past 30 days or so. There have most likely been more, but hearsay and old-fashioned detective work are about all I have at my disposal here for such intel. Ironic really when one considers the magnitude of technology at our fingertips.
I'm not sure if this is a usual amount, higher or lower, but I have no one else to share my findings with.
Furthermore, quite a few people I've conversed with seem to have come here not directly from home but from another place that defies common reality the way this does. Some appear to have been altered similar to the 'augments' we receive here.
On an unrelated note, I don't think "modern women" appreciate my particular charms. It's disheartening and difficult to admit, but I'm afraid the Stark allure might well have an expiration date. Who knew.
Thoughts ?
James Barnes
Celeste Blackwell
Fiona Gallagher
Thor Odinson
Leia Organa
Steven Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Anthony Stark
Nomi Sunrider
These are a few of the names of people who have vanished from the Fleet for now as far as I can discern in the past 30 days or so. There have most likely been more, but hearsay and old-fashioned detective work are about all I have at my disposal here for such intel. Ironic really when one considers the magnitude of technology at our fingertips.
I'm not sure if this is a usual amount, higher or lower, but I have no one else to share my findings with.
Furthermore, quite a few people I've conversed with seem to have come here not directly from home but from another place that defies common reality the way this does. Some appear to have been altered similar to the 'augments' we receive here.
On an unrelated note, I don't think "modern women" appreciate my particular charms. It's disheartening and difficult to admit, but I'm afraid the Stark allure might well have an expiration date. Who knew.
Thoughts ?
Edited (sorry last one) 2016-03-30 23:37 (UTC)
-- Seems an oddly large amount, if you ask me. But in the spirit of full disclosure, that may be because I find myself knowing more and more members of the fleet. Perhaps the departures cut more keenly now than they used to.
I know a handful of people who were someplace else before this. Notably, some recognized me. Eerie -- I didn't much like it.
And as for "modern women"? Well, Howard, it seems the forward march of progress gets something right.
[ let's both just pretend certain names on that list aren't cutting holes in our hearts. ]
I know a handful of people who were someplace else before this. Notably, some recognized me. Eerie -- I didn't much like it.
And as for "modern women"? Well, Howard, it seems the forward march of progress gets something right.
[ let's both just pretend certain names on that list aren't cutting holes in our hearts. ]
Edited 2016-04-01 17:21 (UTC)
[About four hours after these idiots fall into the Pit of Doom, Peggy gets a static filled voice message from Idiot #1.]
Peggy. ...zzz....szzzz....mister grouch....me...zzz...shhhzzz...fell. Broken...zzz...face....zzz...z...mine sha-. [And the rest is too scratchy to make out.
Have fun, Peggy.]
Peggy. ...zzz....szzzz....mister grouch....me...zzz...shhhzzz...fell. Broken...zzz...face....zzz...z...mine sha-. [And the rest is too scratchy to make out.
Have fun, Peggy.]
[ what the bloody hell is this? oh, certainly, it rubs peggy the wrong way. but when she can't clean up the message and when she can't seem to respond with anything ungarbled, she begins to wonder whether it isn't some prank.
or fdr asking her to dance, again.
the mystery doesn't get cleared up until a while later when max addresses the network -- and they're above ground, now, so she replies: ]
-- FDR. I'm sorry. I didn't realize...are you alright?
or fdr asking her to dance, again.
the mystery doesn't get cleared up until a while later when max addresses the network -- and they're above ground, now, so she replies: ]
-- FDR. I'm sorry. I didn't realize...are you alright?
[ he had stayed to see that the injured receive treatment, that his help is no longer needed, that winter is safe from any anger pointed his direction. he had stayed there to see his duty done but his heart was not truly in it, it was with her, hurt as she was. peggy is not the sort who cannot take care of herself but at the same time, winter had hurt her, the atroma had played it so Winter will hurt her and Steve has anger bubbling beneath his veins until he finally comes to her side and it fades away, leaving nothing but concern at its place.
she is hurting and steve, steve should have been there to make certain she won't be, steve should had been there before Winter had hurt her, hurt anyone, got hurt himself. he goes to sit by her side, hand reaching to take hers, fingers brushing hair from her forehead ]
hi.
she is hurting and steve, steve should have been there to make certain she won't be, steve should had been there before Winter had hurt her, hurt anyone, got hurt himself. he goes to sit by her side, hand reaching to take hers, fingers brushing hair from her forehead ]
hi.
[ -- she wishes she could sleep, but it always eludes her in the last second. she bolts awake (with pain) and remembers all over again the debacle back on the iskaulit. she'd been too certain of herself -- too prepared to take down a force she simply could not equal. what made her think she could?
hubris. mismatched experience. and a kind of stiff, cold love. even now, she tries to sit up -- only to be met with an ache to deep to imagine, and she settles back against her built-up pillows. jesus.
she doesn't open her eyes again until he arrives. and she wishes she could drum up a smile, explain how it's all alright, but -- ]
Where is he? [ she asks with dry, pale lips. ]
hubris. mismatched experience. and a kind of stiff, cold love. even now, she tries to sit up -- only to be met with an ache to deep to imagine, and she settles back against her built-up pillows. jesus.
she doesn't open her eyes again until he arrives. and she wishes she could drum up a smile, explain how it's all alright, but -- ]
Where is he? [ she asks with dry, pale lips. ]
[This is left at Peggy's bedside for her to wake up to at some point.
Guess what, Max got some very interesting gifts from the giving tree.
Don't you dare mention these ever.]
Guess what, Max got some very interesting gifts from the giving tree.
Don't you dare mention these ever.]
[ There's no warning before his visit. In hindsight, maybe Winter should have sent her a text, even just to see if she is in. She is. He's been watching the inn for a few hours, working up the courage to finally talk to Peggy.
Steve wanted him to. He does want to know how she's doing, but didn't want to interfere. She'd probably think he was foolish, but she doesn't understand his guilt. There's so much more of it recently.
He makes sure no one else is around or visiting before rapping on her door. ]
Steve wanted him to. He does want to know how she's doing, but didn't want to interfere. She'd probably think he was foolish, but she doesn't understand his guilt. There's so much more of it recently.
He makes sure no one else is around or visiting before rapping on her door. ]
[ -- it could be anyone at her door. it could be max, or it could be another member of her crew. it could be sam wilson, visiting. or it could be steve. peggy, in dark-coloured slacks, a silk blouse, and with her hair as yet uncurled, answers the door expecting it to be literally any other person besides the winter soldier.
and when she sees him -- her palm steadied on the door -- something in her expression falters. peggy isn't often caught so completely off her guard. she stammers: ] H-hello.
[ silence. she watches him. then: ] Won't...won't you come in?
[ stiffly, she remembers her manners and steps aside. ]
and when she sees him -- her palm steadied on the door -- something in her expression falters. peggy isn't often caught so completely off her guard. she stammers: ] H-hello.
[ silence. she watches him. then: ] Won't...won't you come in?
[ stiffly, she remembers her manners and steps aside. ]
[Comfortably after the incident with the augments, Natasha blinks into life in a screen, her expression somehow both serene and mischievous. It's a trick, really. Something in the eye.]
Agent Carter.
[As a greeting.]
If you have a minute, I was hoping I could chat with you. Maybe in person?
Agent Carter.
[As a greeting.]
If you have a minute, I was hoping I could chat with you. Maybe in person?
[ -- the feed flickers to life, and peggy seems to be perched on a cargo trunk with a mug cradled in her hands. if she's surprised to see natasha, she does a good job of not showing it. even so, the fellow spy's mischief is noted.
but just in case, peggy asks: ] Is something the matter? [ she stands and the feed shakes with this motion. it's as good as saying yes, in person. ]
but just in case, peggy asks: ] Is something the matter? [ she stands and the feed shakes with this motion. it's as good as saying yes, in person. ]
[When the message plays, Ahsoka's "business mode" voice is immediately recognizable from the get-go. It's significantly different from her normally chipper demeanor.]
Captain. I'm not sure if you're aware, but there's been some kind of destruction on the planet's surface caused by some members of the fleet. I'm volunteering to go planet-side and help with the relief effort before the Atroma inevitably ship us out.
If anyone's looking for me, I'm going to be staying there until everything's cleaned up, or until the Atroma teleport me back onto the ship for departure. Whichever happens first. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise, I'll see you soon.
Captain. I'm not sure if you're aware, but there's been some kind of destruction on the planet's surface caused by some members of the fleet. I'm volunteering to go planet-side and help with the relief effort before the Atroma inevitably ship us out.
If anyone's looking for me, I'm going to be staying there until everything's cleaned up, or until the Atroma teleport me back onto the ship for departure. Whichever happens first. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise, I'll see you soon.
[ -- better than being called ms. rogers, she supposes. and it's always nice when she witnesses someone exhibiting at least a bit of taste.
peggy's sitting on the bridge of the starstruck when she answers the call. ] Mister Ramon. [ dryish. ] How can I help you?
peggy's sitting on the bridge of the starstruck when she answers the call. ] Mister Ramon. [ dryish. ] How can I help you?
Captain Carter? I found kippers.
[So sue him, he had no idea who else might even be as excited as him about this development.]
Okay, so I can't actually pronounce what they're called. But they're definitely being made on the planet, and they're definitely some kind of small, oily, cold-water fish that's been salted and smoked until it tastes identical to a kipper.
[So sue him, he had no idea who else might even be as excited as him about this development.]
Okay, so I can't actually pronounce what they're called. But they're definitely being made on the planet, and they're definitely some kind of small, oily, cold-water fish that's been salted and smoked until it tastes identical to a kipper.
[ oh, you utter picture of helpfulness. her smile can't be seen over the comms, perhaps, but it can certainly be heard. although her response is a bit delayed; her attention has been divided, lately. ]
-- Bollocks. Truly? [ a soft sigh. ] Now, there's a memory and a half. [ but her echoic thought catches up to his greeting and she adds: ] But please, call my Peggy. Nearly everyone else does.
-- Bollocks. Truly? [ a soft sigh. ] Now, there's a memory and a half. [ but her echoic thought catches up to his greeting and she adds: ] But please, call my Peggy. Nearly everyone else does.
Miss Carter! I've been assigned to the SS Tourist.
Please come to the cargo bay on your ship immediately, or I'll become quite impatient.
[He's already parked in a shuttle nervously evading the... strange fellow who eyes him like a guard dog. Yes, he's already actively wandering and he would really love your tangible company to soothe his frazzled nerves.]
Did you know it's the New Years here? Happy New Year's Eve. I'm not sure what year I should be celebrating, but I do rather love the holidays.
Please come to the cargo bay on your ship immediately, or I'll become quite impatient.
[He's already parked in a shuttle nervously evading the... strange fellow who eyes him like a guard dog. Yes, he's already actively wandering and he would really love your tangible company to soothe his frazzled nerves.]
Did you know it's the New Years here? Happy New Year's Eve. I'm not sure what year I should be celebrating, but I do rather love the holidays.
You're here? Now?
[ well, she manages to make that sound like a strange sort of inconvenience. the device registers an odd clatter. noise. and then the crisp background of heeled shoes on hard metal. she addresses him while she walks: ] Yes, I'm quite aware what night it is --
[ she trails off. nothing about her reply inspires confidence, but if he manages to be just patient enough she'll arrive to collect him from the bay. peggy waves max aside from across the 'room', and does her level best to usher jarvis straight into the hallway. problem is, she seems to be having trouble tapping out the right code on the door's controls. ]
Welcome to the Starstruck, Mister Jarvis. It's -- it's damn good to see you.
[ quite embarrassingly, she hauls him into a full-on hug once they're in the corridor. her erratic behaviour is quickly explained by the lingering smell of spirits. she's been drinking -- just enough to be jolly and a twinge sentimental. there's colour in her cheeks. her grip is tight. it's either the very end of the world, or possibly she's been quite heartily ringing in the new year. ]
[ well, she manages to make that sound like a strange sort of inconvenience. the device registers an odd clatter. noise. and then the crisp background of heeled shoes on hard metal. she addresses him while she walks: ] Yes, I'm quite aware what night it is --
[ she trails off. nothing about her reply inspires confidence, but if he manages to be just patient enough she'll arrive to collect him from the bay. peggy waves max aside from across the 'room', and does her level best to usher jarvis straight into the hallway. problem is, she seems to be having trouble tapping out the right code on the door's controls. ]
Welcome to the Starstruck, Mister Jarvis. It's -- it's damn good to see you.
[ quite embarrassingly, she hauls him into a full-on hug once they're in the corridor. her erratic behaviour is quickly explained by the lingering smell of spirits. she's been drinking -- just enough to be jolly and a twinge sentimental. there's colour in her cheeks. her grip is tight. it's either the very end of the world, or possibly she's been quite heartily ringing in the new year. ]
[Well, he's had QUITE the two weeks so far. For one thing, his co-workers nearly burned a kitchen down (and therefore the Iskaulit, so thank goodness that didn't happen??), but he also had an interesting conversation with Kitty Pryde that makes him more and more curious.
Curious is good. He can ignore the fact that he's been away from Ana for twelve whole days now. Good strategy, this one. Not at all going to be strange or fill his mind with even more concerns regarding this future business. Of course, asking Kitty when she seemed a bit awkward on the subject (and a little sad) didn't feel completely fair.]
Miss Carter, did you know there was another Jarvis here?
Or, rather, someone formerly known as a Jarvis. Apparently something to do with...
[A shift as he flips a paper.]
AI? Artificial intelligence, that is.
[... He's been visiting the library a bit.]
Curious is good. He can ignore the fact that he's been away from Ana for twelve whole days now. Good strategy, this one. Not at all going to be strange or fill his mind with even more concerns regarding this future business. Of course, asking Kitty when she seemed a bit awkward on the subject (and a little sad) didn't feel completely fair.]
Miss Carter, did you know there was another Jarvis here?
Or, rather, someone formerly known as a Jarvis. Apparently something to do with...
[A shift as he flips a paper.]
AI? Artificial intelligence, that is.
[... He's been visiting the library a bit.]
A conscious and aware robot of sorts! Can you believe such a thing?
Why, I used to play with little wind-up robots. Such an impossible concept, and yet here we are! The future is such an... exotic place... and quite terrifying. In a most adventurous way. Yes. This is all very normal, I'm sure.
[he's rambling anxiously please pick up and respond before he says an essay]
Why, I used to play with little wind-up robots. Such an impossible concept, and yet here we are! The future is such an... exotic place... and quite terrifying. In a most adventurous way. Yes. This is all very normal, I'm sure.
[he's rambling anxiously please pick up and respond before he says an essay]
[Yeah, Furiosa looks like shit, but at least she's alive. For that you can thank Max. But while she's laid up that means she's not going to be able to keep an eye on him like she had been doing.]
Peggy, can I ask a favor?
Peggy, can I ask a favor?
I'd like to lock the ordering consoles in the lab to relevant personnel. Which is you, me, and whoever else you want to have access.
[back on the first breath he'd just gone ahead and done it, but that move hadn't sit well with people so fine, he'll ask first this time.]
[back on the first breath he'd just gone ahead and done it, but that move hadn't sit well with people so fine, he'll ask first this time.]
It's not the worst idea. [ alas, it's also not the best one either. peggy is inclined to trust her crew -- if only through familiarity and steve's good word. in effect, it's aizawa she hasn't yet learned to trust. ] But I think I want to know why you're keen to put such controls in place.
[Backdated to some time after this whole incident]
Hey, Peggy? I just had a talk with Mr. Jarvis, and um.
[How does he say this . . . ]
Does he know self-defense? Or carry any sort of protective gear?
[Because seriously. Stefan's super Concerned.]
Hey, Peggy? I just had a talk with Mr. Jarvis, and um.
[How does he say this . . . ]
Does he know self-defense? Or carry any sort of protective gear?
[Because seriously. Stefan's super Concerned.]
[ it was a slow afternoon before the announcement of kara's relationship was aired to the fleet, leaving everyone equally stunned.
concern and a bit of scolding safely out of the way, however, and steve is finally beginning to see the humor in all of that. ]
You know, taking this into account, we're late with our announcement.
[ really late considering he's currently sitting on the bed he's sharing with her book in one hand, communicator in another. ]
Not to mention the party.
concern and a bit of scolding safely out of the way, however, and steve is finally beginning to see the humor in all of that. ]
You know, taking this into account, we're late with our announcement.
[ really late considering he's currently sitting on the bed he's sharing with her book in one hand, communicator in another. ]
Not to mention the party.
[ peggy's on her stomach -- ankles crossed in the air, and her own communicator angled against a pillow. she scowls at the announcement in question, as though she'd already been dreading steve's inevitable verdict on the matter. ]
We're not late to anything. Such pomp and circumstance is hardly a requisite of any relationship.
[ she turns her head, settling her chin against her palm. ]
Don't go getting ideas.
We're not late to anything. Such pomp and circumstance is hardly a requisite of any relationship.
[ she turns her head, settling her chin against her palm. ]
Don't go getting ideas.
[ the day begins like any other day, really. except that sometime during the late afternoon, steve sends peggy a supposedly urgent message. surely work related, something amiss at the weaponry, perhaps.
and it's a document too! but not entirely what it's disguised to be. ]
Hi
Figured you'd want to take a look at this as we need to get all of this done before May:
✔ sports
✔ cards
✔ cooking
✔ ice cream ( shared )
✔ garden
✔ movie
✔ drawing
✔ board game
✔ stargazing
✔ fort ( blankets )
✔ picnic
✔ pictures
✔ sunrise
✔ also sunset
✔ letters
✔ read a book
✔ 20 questions
✔ run
✔ relax
✔ YOUR TURN TO PICK
and it's a document too! but not entirely what it's disguised to be. ]
Hi
Figured you'd want to take a look at this as we need to get all of this done before May:
✔ sports
✔ cards
✔ cooking
✔ ice cream ( shared )
✔ garden
✔ movie
✔ drawing
✔ board game
✔ stargazing
✔ fort ( blankets )
✔ picnic
✔ pictures
✔ sunrise
✔ also sunset
✔ letters
✔ read a book
✔ 20 questions
✔ run
✔ relax
✔ YOUR TURN TO PICK
[ as trojan horses go, this one is almost palatable. nevertheless (while reclining in the captain's chair) she finds herself sighing in mild indignation when she realizes just how non-urgent steve's missive truly is. although she spares a private smile for its deadline: may.
so peggy reads the list once, twice, thrice. resenting and relishing different entries on each pass-through. she's got a lot of questions, a few observations, and perhaps a bone or two of contention -- but for now? ]
How magnanimous of you to give me a lonely little wildcard of my own tacked on at the tail-end of your demands.
so peggy reads the list once, twice, thrice. resenting and relishing different entries on each pass-through. she's got a lot of questions, a few observations, and perhaps a bone or two of contention -- but for now? ]
How magnanimous of you to give me a lonely little wildcard of my own tacked on at the tail-end of your demands.
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