entrancelogs | someone sing the oompa loompa song to Sarah

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someone sing the oompa loompa song to Sarah

Who: Sarah Weller + You!
Where: All around the mansion
When: Through the rest of December
Rating: G-PG?
Summary: Sarah ate a second helping cookie and now she's out of control.
The Story:

[ Since the entire mansion was edible, Sarah didn't really think twice about munching on the little round cookies with hearts of gooey goodness. In fact, she ate three and went on about her business.

Except now she can't stop eating them and when those are gone she moves on to breaking off parts of the mansion. The most awesome part is apparently not puking her guts out from all the sugar??? Then she wonders if different walls have different tastes, so she goes downstairs and accidentally pulls off an entire panel of wall.

All hers now! Sitting with it, she simply starts at one end and chows down. Anyone who knows her knows she definitely loves her food, but not typically this much of it, or this sweet. She's a 'binge on diner food' type person, not a candy person. Still, here she is, with not a single care in the world. She'll let Ray put all the vegetables in her food as he wants after the holidays.

Catch Sarah nomming out on an actual giant piece of wall while sitting comfortably, or taking a random bite out of your doorframe because sometimes when you walk, you get hungry and these things happen. ]

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[ her attention dips to the treacle tart, to another bite, and to a half-heartbeat span where she decides how much truth is just enough truth to keep from sounding like the spy she is. ]

He was given the unfortunate task of introducing me to Wonderland when I first arrived and limped my way out of his closet -- not my finest moment.

[ but mister hunter had handled it with remarkable grace and for that reason she's always been at least a little bit thankful. of course, that was about seven or eight months ago, and a great deal has changed since then.

and! quite before she can stop herself: ] He did give that terribly lovely speech at your wedding.

You arrived in his closet?

[ There's some kind of joke there but Sarah isn't witty enough to get to it. She smiles, though, nodding. ]

He did. It was honestly everything I could have hoped for. I'm really glad he could marry us as a Captain. Though...I'm not sure how much that actually would have mattered, here.

I walked out only to be greeted by his gun being leveled at me.

[ not that she'd blame anyone for a reaction like that. had she been better armed and dressed in more than just a ruddy dressing gown at the time, she likely would have done the same. but she'd been injured and out of sorts and had already torn her stitches once within the last 24 hours of arriving. ]

-- A reasonable precaution. That was back the last time the mirrors were running amok. I wouldn't have trusted me either.

Oh wow, yeah. Considering most mirrors want to murder all of us on a regular basis. I guess I can't blame him.

[ Still, she does shift a little in her seat, unable to hide her emotions quite as well as Peggy when her forehead creases slightly. ]

[ oh, it's impossible not to notice. and peggy nearly says nothing -- why should it be her business? except she can't help a kind of nosiness that takes over. and that nosiness has nothing to do with rip. rather, it's got everything to do with an easy and natural concern for sarah's sake.

she reaches for a tea pot and pours them both a cup. ]

-- Is something the matter?

It's just...

[ She pauses, then continues after the tea is poured. ]

Rip and I are fine now, but a while ago he went home and came back brainwashed or...I don't know. Maybe it was an alternate version of him? I never got all of the details because he murdered Ray. And I wonder if his mirror is like that and if so, that sucks. Because he's always going to want to murder Ray, then.

[ you know, it all starts out much as she expects it might. peggy had endured her own run in with that 'brainwashed' version of rip hunter. hell, the first time she'd spoken to ray in earnest had been knotted up in her concern over that change. what she doesn't expect, however, is the detail that follows.

murder -- well. her eyes drop to her cup of tea and peggy almost wishes she took it some way other than black just to distract herself while she processes the information. maybe she should have imagined that something so terrible must have happened, given how rip had locked himself away once his whole nature had been restored.

but learning about it leaves a rather bitter taste, doesn't it? ]

I had no idea. [ genuinely. she's been spending every wednesday with rip, now, for months. she wrestles with the idea that it's perfectly acceptable that he hadn't told her. why should he? there's all sorts of secrets they still keep from one another. ] And you still invited him to perform he ceremony -- Christ.

[ her cheeks puff. ]

I'm not convinced I'd be so charitable.

It wasn't easy for me to forgive him, and it took a lot from Ray. So, I pushed aside my uh...anger and rage and talked to Rip when he was himself again. People can change, I know that first hand. And everyone's here from something insane it seems like. I had to let that anger go.

[ It was so hard, but in the end, it was something she had to do. ]

[ people can change. well, that's true enough. nevertheless she can't help but admire what it must have taken for sarah to find that decency within herself. peggy can't even bring herself to forgive a whole society that seemed to fail the man she loved -- no talk of murder, there.

except... ]

There was a man. [ something in her expression twitches. peggy's not great at this -- she isn't half as open or half as prepared. but she doesn't know who else to talk to for a perspective on this except for tony, and tony is far too burnt.

in the meantime, she nudges another slice onto sarah's plate. a silent bribe. ] There was a man, here in Wonderland, who I knew back home. He'd died. Or we all thought he had. I didn't learn until coming here that apparently some -- awful monstrous people got their hands on him and...and, not entirely dissimilar to what happened to Mister Hunter, he was brainwashed. Programmed. For decades.

When I say I'm not convinced I'd be so charitable, Sarah, it's because I know exactly how uncharitable I am when I think about that man and what he did. Of his own sound mind or otherwise.

[ Sarah's quiet for a few long minutes, actually thinking about that long and hard, and what she wants to say about her own sister-in-law. ]

I guess I have a different take on it. My brother married someone who was sent to infiltrate his job and personal life, pretend to be someone who died twenty-five years ago to get to him and then betray the entire country. I love Jane. She was kidnapped, brainwashed, and forced into something I don't agree with. Did she murder my brother? No. But she killed others before being sent to him.

[ Sarah sighs heavily and shrugs her shoulder slowly. ]

I guess, what I'm saying is, what matters is who she is now. Who Rip is now. I can't forgive and forget, but I can do one of those things.

It's quite alright, actually -- [ peggy leaps into the aftermath. ] I'm aware of Jane's circumstances. Perhaps not all of them but -- but I know enough.

[ it's not a token of assurance. not exactly. but rather a suggestion that she can plainly see sarah's take, can plainly appreciate, and (hell) peg herself is rather fond of jane. she finds common ground with the other woman when they find each other on the rooftop and talk about what ranges from the important to the ridiculous. ]

I'm not convinced the Winter Soldier's programming was ever actually broken. [ she wets her lips. ] Not adequately. Although if you ever met him here it would have been under the name Barnes.

[ -- although peggy also suspects he'd befriended very few. there's more she could say about her part in the problem, about what mistakes she might yet make, about hydra's uprising. but those are her world's problems; sarah doesn't need to add that baggage onto hers. ]

She's told me she's met you. That she likes you.

[ Sarah smiles faintly, but she can also understand what Peggy's saying. Jane had the luxury of memory loss to take away everything that was done to her. It was a terrible advantage, but an advantage all the same. ]

I never met him here, no. I know someone who sparred with him a few times now that you mention the name, but I don't know if they were friends, necessarily.

[ -- despite the circumstances, peggy finds a smile of her own. it's oddly nice (oddly odd) to care so much whether jane's spoken well of her or not. but sarah's report, saying that jane likes her, well...she finds that more touching than she cares to admit.

but her smile fades the moment she begins to speak again. ]

I knew him, once. Before. He was in a unit I worked closely with during the war. Once upon a time he was the sort of man who made friends rather easily. [ not so much, now. ] But then I learned about what happened to him and a lot of other shite and -- and around the same time was when your now husband told me about Mister Hunter's -- [ a twirl of her finger. almost as though she's unwilling to say it. ]

Looking back, I suppose it's possible I was eager for the chance to dig into someone else's problems. [ ... ] But I'm terribly sorry about what happened to Ray. Someone should have stepped in earlier; it should never have gone that far.

[ even now, she can't help but project just a little -- to see a situation that she'd had knowledge of but hadn't acted according to her training. peggy has to ask herself whether in all the decades that follow her own, was there never anything she could equally have done about the winter soldier? could howard's murder have been averted? ]

Good God. This is all a bit heavy for treacle tart.

I tried to tell Ray to stay away from him, but there was something about knowing he was going to die because he couldn't give up on Rip even if it meant being killed.

[ Sarah huffs out a breath and stabs her tart for a bite. ]

It's my fault for bringing it up, I'm sorry.

Heavens, no. It's far from your place to apologize.

[ peggy hooks two fingers around the handle of a teacup. there's nothing really delicate in how she takes a drink. ]

Is it the sort of thing you'd imagine Ray mightn't want other people to know about? [ it's a big mouthful for such a little question. peggy isn't sure she wants to broadcast her potential interest in discussing the matter with the man but: ] If it's better for you, Sarah, I can pretend like I was never told.

He wouldn't mind you knowing. But broadcasting it to the mansion at large, no.

[ That's why Sarah hasn't had a problem telling Peggy. That, and she trusts her. Taking a sip of her tea, she shakes her head a little. ]

The first time Ray died, he lied to me to save his life. God, I was so mad.

[ peg hadn't meant the network, of course. but the misunderstanding works in her favour -- as she'd rather not explain that she now has to ask herself whether talking to rip hunter about what she's learned is a good or bad idea.

but, thankfully, the conversation moves off of that particular individual. and sticks instead with ray. ]

Lies are tricky things to forgive. [ and trickier things to tell. ] But sometimes, their reasons hold merit.

Saving my life from invisible zombies.

[ She smiles just a little. ]

I wasn't mad at him for very long. We both would have died, and Kurt made him promise to not let anything happen to me, so. Can't blame him.

-- I think that just might be the hardest thing anyone is ever called upon to do: to watch someone make that choice, that terrible brave choice, and respect it.

[ the choice of someone's sacrifice has always meant a lot to peggy carter. ]

Definitely hard. But he did it for me, so how can I...be angry?

[ She was more scared than angry, truly. Terrified, really. ]

I think you can be angry and respect it all at once. [ but she clears her throat -- as though understanding that, at heart, the argument is academic. the death already happened. the aftermath belongs to them and them alone.

but it gives her a new angle, a new thought, a new realization. unlike most in the mansion, ray has witnessed that same moment where peggy was forced to accept someone else's choice. did that resonate with him, she wonders? she feels a belated stab of guilt. ]

Not that's at all relevant to right now. God, Sarah, I didn't mean to dredge up so much.

It's okay.

[ Said with a soft smile. ]

On the plus side? Not craving anything anymore. I think my cookie punishment is officially over.

...I can think of worse punishments.

[ she nearly smiles. and then pats the tabletop, as though signalling their conversation to a close. ]

Do try to avoid indulging in any others. [ ... ] I hear some cause singing. God, I'd be mortified.

I also don't want to turn into an animal? I've heard that's a thing to, so I'll be trying to avoid that.

[ She stands to, then smiles brightly at Peggy. ]

Thank you. Your company's pretty good company, you know.

[ aha, that makes her smile. although it's sincere, it also prompts a dip of her chin -- a bare near-bashfulness. ]

Now, maybe. [ peggy will allow herself some kudos for her progress. ] But I'll be the first to admit my social graces were a bit more than rusty when I arrived. It's -- been nice to have someone help me polish them back into good nick, though.

[ which is sort of like saying thanks. in any effect, it's an altogether too nice thing to say and so peggy clears her throat and stands up. ]

Heavens. Get out of here before I start embarrassing us both.

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