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@margaret.carter, @leo.fitz
[ IC DATE: OCT 06, 17:00 ]
Good evening, everyone. For our new arrivals and those of you I haven’t yet met, I’m Peggy Carter. I arrived on the fifth transport in August. You’re likely already acquainted with Fitz (@leo.fitz) from the first transport. And as you may have noticed on the news, the problems in this world have escalated. So we have a proposition for you.
But first, to catch you up: We all woke up far from home, and a rebel organisation called Morningstar found us first, providing assistance. For over 50 years, Morningstar has fought to restore human rights, dismantle the influence of corporate conglomerates, fight government corruption, and save lives in this world. But on September 10th, the United Nations moved against them — and between the arrests and emergency relocation of the surviving agents, their ranks here have been severely depleted. (Check the Newbie Guide for more information).
Without Morningstar, crucial eyes and ears on the inside and boots on the ground are gone. If we want to understand and help this world, filling those gaps is a logical next step. Not just for ourselves but for the people who relied on Morningstar long before we got here.
Both Fitz and I chose to join up some time ago (and we aren’t the first of our group to do so). After the arrests, we approached Gaby with an offer to help rebuild Morningstar’s network and take on any unfinished business in the aftermath. She identified charity work in the poverty-stricken districts of the city as a chief priority.
If you want to help, you can lend a hand tonight. Carter and I will be at the safehouse from 19:00 to answer questions, and at 20:00 sharp, we’re heading out as Morningstar agents to deliver food and clothes to those in need. Even if you can’t yet leave the safehouse, you can help us prep packs.
And if you would like to do more or feel your position in New Amsterdam society could help Morningstar’s cause, do let us and Gaby know. We’re keen to assist anyone with exploring their options here or in person. Our varied backgrounds and skills mean we have the potential to strengthen Morningstar’s network of intelligence and contribute beyond our own objectives, too.
Our aim today is to share this information and the opportunity to volunteer. Unfortunately, because we’ve used precious resources and inadvertently attracted scrutiny in the public eye — often while asking for Morningstar’s help with investigations into our predicament, as I’ve done — our current relationship with Morningstar is tenuous at best, despite our recent assistance during the raids. But consider this a new chapter.
Our stay here may be temporary, but we can still strive to leave this world better than how we found it. Thank you for your time.
EDIT: Thanks to @nill.klein and @sansa.stark, we've set up two boxes for clothing at the safehouse: One for ready-to-donate items and one for items in need of repair. The labelling will appear when you scan them with your neural implant, so you know which is which.
[ ooc; For context, the plot engagement comment outlining all this information is here. There will not be a log for the clothing/food run mentioned in the post, so you’re welcome to handwave your character coming along or roll in here. Both Fitz and Peggy will be replying in the comments, although not necessarily to all of them, so feel free to discuss amongst yourselves, turn threads into in-person chats with our resident Brits, and ask questions! Let's get collaboratin'! 💪🏼]
Good evening, everyone. For our new arrivals and those of you I haven’t yet met, I’m Peggy Carter. I arrived on the fifth transport in August. You’re likely already acquainted with Fitz (@leo.fitz) from the first transport. And as you may have noticed on the news, the problems in this world have escalated. So we have a proposition for you.
But first, to catch you up: We all woke up far from home, and a rebel organisation called Morningstar found us first, providing assistance. For over 50 years, Morningstar has fought to restore human rights, dismantle the influence of corporate conglomerates, fight government corruption, and save lives in this world. But on September 10th, the United Nations moved against them — and between the arrests and emergency relocation of the surviving agents, their ranks here have been severely depleted. (Check the Newbie Guide for more information).
Without Morningstar, crucial eyes and ears on the inside and boots on the ground are gone. If we want to understand and help this world, filling those gaps is a logical next step. Not just for ourselves but for the people who relied on Morningstar long before we got here.
Both Fitz and I chose to join up some time ago (and we aren’t the first of our group to do so). After the arrests, we approached Gaby with an offer to help rebuild Morningstar’s network and take on any unfinished business in the aftermath. She identified charity work in the poverty-stricken districts of the city as a chief priority.
If you want to help, you can lend a hand tonight. Carter and I will be at the safehouse from 19:00 to answer questions, and at 20:00 sharp, we’re heading out as Morningstar agents to deliver food and clothes to those in need. Even if you can’t yet leave the safehouse, you can help us prep packs.
And if you would like to do more or feel your position in New Amsterdam society could help Morningstar’s cause, do let us and Gaby know. We’re keen to assist anyone with exploring their options here or in person. Our varied backgrounds and skills mean we have the potential to strengthen Morningstar’s network of intelligence and contribute beyond our own objectives, too.
Our aim today is to share this information and the opportunity to volunteer. Unfortunately, because we’ve used precious resources and inadvertently attracted scrutiny in the public eye — often while asking for Morningstar’s help with investigations into our predicament, as I’ve done — our current relationship with Morningstar is tenuous at best, despite our recent assistance during the raids. But consider this a new chapter.
Our stay here may be temporary, but we can still strive to leave this world better than how we found it. Thank you for your time.
EDIT: Thanks to @nill.klein and @sansa.stark, we've set up two boxes for clothing at the safehouse: One for ready-to-donate items and one for items in need of repair. The labelling will appear when you scan them with your neural implant, so you know which is which.
[ ooc; For context, the plot engagement comment outlining all this information is here. There will not be a log for the clothing/food run mentioned in the post, so you’re welcome to handwave your character coming along or roll in here. Both Fitz and Peggy will be replying in the comments, although not necessarily to all of them, so feel free to discuss amongst yourselves, turn threads into in-person chats with our resident Brits, and ask questions! Let's get collaboratin'! 💪🏼]
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Sorry, that's really — strange.
Uninteresting.
Don't worry about it.
[ Guess who assumes he's regularly losing it! And prattling on about a load of shite! ]
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And unsettling.
The implications — their chests never hurt or glow for no reason. She knows that much. And this is tipping beyond coincidence. Peggy swallows, rereads what he's sent her, and resists the urge to turn this conversation into a spoken one. Can't risk it, not with people around to hear it. What if it was just them? They don't know. ]
I was in a lab but I wasn't alone. There were others, other subjects, clean-shaven and ill — from the medication, I thought. But I was fine; or at least, strong enough to fight back.
I took a scalpel to one of the scientists.
And then I was in another lab, but I wasn't myself this time. I'm not even sure I was myself the last time.
[ God, she knows how it sounds. ]
Someone issued the order to put us down, then everything just burst into flames.
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but then comes the undertow, strong enough for him to fumble the canned goods he's boxing up. her dream constitutes a horror he would know well, from the opposing perspective, but she dreamt it, not him. and if both their dreams are so vivid, so bizarre, so unlike what they know to be their normal — and accompanied by the tell-tale ache — then what the hell are they? they don't know. ]
The scalpel bit does sound like you.
[ a hint of levity. the best he can muster. (you have to admit; it does sound like her). ]
Have you mentioned this to anyone else?
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[ His levity earns something a little more sarcastic, but it's reflex. Defensive, more than anything else. Bloody, bloody hell. They can't dismiss this as nothing now, not with the nature of how the dreams came to be, not with how they've lingered after waking. Hers could very well be some sort of memory plucked from the blank slate between home and here, and his —
Before or after? ('Cause you're before. I'm after. In the timeline. Leopold James Fitz. Margaret Carter.) ]
No. Of course I haven't told anyone. Have you?
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Oh, absolutely, nothing says join Morningstar like “this one’s barking.”
[ He deserved her retort, but he’ll volley another right back all the same. ]
I don’t know what to make of this, Carter.
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[ Before her arrival here. They wouldn't know it, would they? If they hadn't stumbled into the subject here and now, it's likely they wouldn't have compared notes at all. No one talks about their dreams because they're dreams. (And she sure as hell doesn't discuss hers when the war comes howling at her doorstep. It's been two years. She misses sleeping with her Walther under her pillow.)
She's been packing and repacking the same box for minutes now. She leaves it and ultimately crosses the room to him. Out loud, she says: Could you help me fold this blanket? But the text scrolls across both their interfaces all the same, her hand reaches for his under the fabric. The bond pushes measured calm, but there's something more fluttering and urgent beneath it. ]
Neither of us is going mad, Fitz. I refuse to entertain the thought. We'll keep it quiet for now but there's something to this, I know it in my gut.
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But her hand covers his instead, with calm suffusing their point of connection, even with the sparking undercurrent. Without any of the subtlety of a spy, he stills, gaze sliding to where she's suddenly close beside him, leaning into and across his space with the intensity he's come to expect from her in all things. A short nod from him first, processing while his brain and body catch up with her. Neither of us, but she doesn't know how long Fitz has worried as much. What he hears, as sharp as her words to him now. She might catch a glimpse of his anxieties, skittering through the bond now despite his best efforts.
All that matters is she knew he needed the reassurance, in the end. That this isn't just him (and the problems of this world aren't sourced from him, either). Oh. After a moment, Fitz gently turns his hand, calloused fingers squeezing back — and then relaxing. ]
Me too.
We'll figure it out.