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[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter + YOU
Where: Mansion grounds + the 'Palace'
When: August 25th to 27th
Rating: PG13ish
Summary: Peggy struggles with spatial anomalies, with the universe being bigger than she thought it was, and with life in general. Will match prose/brackets.
The Story:

( DAY ONE )

Even after the announcement made by Darcy and Steve, Peggy Carter isn't looking to stay a homebody. Not least of all because somehow (somewhere) in all this spatial mess, she's gone and misplaced one of the very few items brought with her from home. (Home! What a funny concept, just now!)

So, she's on the hunt. It's not an easy endeavor. Quite apart from striding into the kitchen and ending up in the music room, or entering a stairwell only to find herself standing in mild bewilderment in the middle of someone else's bedroom, it seems she can't quite manage to get back to her own quarters without ending up in the lake.

That's right: in the lake. And so if someone doesn't catch her misdirected elsewhere, they might come across Peggy as she's stalking her way back to the mansion with her heels in hand and her clothes soaked through. The unexpected dip has forced her curls undone and her makeup to run. By the stormy look on her face, it's entirely possible this isn't the first time she's made this particular and sodden walk. Little does she know, she's got a lot to be thankful for. At least the lake hasn't taken to freezing yet.

All she damn well wants is to get back to her bedroom.

( DAY ONE + TWO )

With a bit of charity from a fellow resident, she may yet manage to make it through this event with (most) of her dignity intact. Incapable of making it back to her bedroom, Peggy is forced to rely upon the kindness of (near) strangers. It's a position she hates to be in, but it's entirely possible she'll be knocking on your door with a quick and sheepish request to make use of your closet. I'll only be a moment. Hand to heart. She promises with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Good Lord, this is humiliating. Begging, hand to mouth, while dripping lake water all over someone's doorway.

The Asgardian garb isn't really her style, but it's any port in a storm -- and until she can make it back to her own wardrobe, she might as well make do and mend. And if the whole ruddy place is meant to be so transformed into a palace then perhaps she may as well look the part. Albeit under duress.

( DAY THREE )

-- But it becomes soon apparent that she's not wholly herself in these fabrics and armours. Never great at sitting still, it now feels like tenfold a challenge not to rush to the threatened defenses and do something about it. At first, she tries to resist the siren's call to arms. And when she does begin to wander the palace, she tells herself it's because she's curious about this place that shares some metaphysical connection (apparently) with her own home-world. She can be found leaning her cheek against the warm walls with interest, or tracing the impossible architecture of an arched doorway.

"--Must've taken ages to knock together something like this. Touch more ambitious than Hampton Court. And that's saying something," she comments to passers-by.

But in the end it's with relief that she finally manages to access her own room again -- keen to peel away the alien fashion and find herself a proper pencil skirt again.

Comments

[middlefinger]

Yeah, I bet. [wynonna isn't always the best at putting two and two together but even she can follow that to it's natural conclusion, she's a federal agent from World War 2 times.]

I spent a lot of time in Greece, mostly, I was in Athens before I came home.

[in fact Peggy might notice the necklace Wynonna is wearing is, in fact, Greek. It's a key with Atena's name written in Greek on it, along with a string of mati, or evil eyes, to ward off evil spirits.]

[mucked]

Greece. I hear it can be lovely.

[ which is to say she's never been. work could have taken her a lot of places, but never that one. just as well -- it's hard to enjoy a grecian shore when you're waging war. ]

Closest I've gotten is through a good chunk of Italy. But oh, yes, I hear it can be lovely indeed.

[middlefinger]

It can be. Those Greek beaches are killer -- so are the sailors. Especially when they bring the good Ouzo.

[because most of her time in Europe was partying and drinking and trying to run from her problems and responsibilities all at once --

well that and the fact that she knew nobody wanted her back home outside of her sister. wynonna's war didn't start until she got back to Purgatory.]

[mucked]

[ beaches and sailors and ouzo. peggy offers a half-smile and a shake of her head. the smile, however, doesn't reach her eyes. ]

Sounds as though you might have enjoyed yourself.

[ hedged -- curious. like laying a line and waiting to see if it'll be picked up. ]

[middlefinger]

Oh yeah, it was a non stop party.

[actually, it was a pretty hollow existence -- an escape to try to run from the demons that have haunted her since she was a child. sometimes she wishes she never came home and just kept running.]

[mucked]

[ a snort. it's the sort of answer that raises more implications than questions. but peggy nods her way through it -- disinclined to push too many buttons.

but then again, perhaps she's pushed enough. ]

Doesn't sound quite like my sort of scene. [ a wry smile. ] But I've got a friend who'd thrive in that environment.

[middlefinger]

Your friend sounds like they're fun. [if your idea of fun is overindulging and trying to escape your problems, which for wynonna it often is.]

What is your kinda scene, then?

[mucked]

I'm afraid I'm terribly dull. [ ha. ] Or at least, my friend would say so.

[ ha ha. ]

My scene is my work. Mostly. There hasn't been much space for anything else, of late. [ ... ] Not before coming here.

[middlefinger]

I didn't have much time for things outside of work these days either -- except here. In between events there's so much time I don't know what to do with it.

[literally, outside of drinking and partying wynonna doesn't have a lot of hobbies and interests and filling out her spare time in wonderland has been an adventure, to say the least.]

[mucked]

Besides catch up on some light reading, I suppose.

[ a quirk of her mouth. ]

It's not a terrible idea. Mostly, I've been spending my time trying to catch up to everyone else. 'Internet' and 'Disneyworld' and oh, God, what else? [ a click of her fingers. ] Ruddy time travel.

[middlefinger]

That last one has to be a pain - reading might help with some of the others though. I know that's what Doc does a lot of, reading up on subjects that he might have missed out on.

[it's not like wynonna has been stellar filling him in....]