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ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
stark_spangled) wrote in ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
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First Entrance
He'd been to visit Peggy when he got the call from Director Fury to check in. He was making it a routine, every Tuesday afternoon when he wasn't on a mission. Then it became every Tuesday afternoon and every Saturday morning. It's funny how long it took him to work up the nerve to see her, and now it's all he can do to stay away. She's still his best gal.
He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?
He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.
His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.
[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]
He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?
He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.
His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.
[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]
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She considers him for a moment, and something in her back straightens slightly. This is probably a dream, but he sure isn't acting like it is. "This is a space ship, but it's only alien in the most general sense. Guy at the bar told me it's called the USS Enterprise, which is what I kind of figured but it never hurts to check. It's based out of California. It's the 24th century, if you take her word for it. And I kind of am, right now, because I don't know why he'd lie about it. People might lie to you about that sort of thing, but I'm just an intern. A... science intern. Assistant."
Not that Jane is actually doing any science right now. She considers this, and doesn't revise her self-description.
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"United States Navy?" he asks, reevaluating the uniformed officers he sees scattered around the room. He knows the name Enterprise, and it's heavily steeped in American history. It's not the aircraft carrier that springs to mind first, but if this is the 24th century, then maybe the name has been rechristened for a ...
Spaceship.
"A science intern," he repeats, swiveling to face her. "From the 24th century. On a spaceship called the Enterprise. Why do I get the feeling I should have watched those sci-fi movies my partner suggested?"
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Darcy considers this. She should probably be taking notes.
"You have seen Star Wars, right?"
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She hits him with another volley of information he's not 100% sure how to process. As soon as she forms the 'S' in 'S.H.I.E.L.D.', he's prickling with familiar annoyance. It may be his organization, but they keep way too many secrets for this to be coincidence. He'd ask her if she was keeping tabs on him, but seconds later she defuses him entirely with another familiar word. Coulson.
The line between his brows deepens, and he lets his hand slip heavily from her grasp. "I take it this isn't one of your astrophysicist's projects, then? How do two SHIELD employees end up on a space ship in the 24th century?"
Beat.
"Oh. Uh," he smiles crookedly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been meaning to get around to it. Really, I have it written down in a book."
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"Well," she says, setting down her lemon-y cocktail on the closest table. "I've been taking it as a dream. But as that's starting to get really unlikely, we can look at the facts, right?" Darcy adjusts her glasses. "Nobody here's surprised by the new arrivals, not really -- and we're definitely not the only ones. Bartender acted like I was one of many. If they're so chill about it, there has to be an explanation they know, right? A spaceship's a closed environment -- there must be some sort of processing for newcomers. Best bet's to look cute and ask an officer."
She shoots him a sideways glance. "Believe me, if my astrophysicist could do this, she'd be here to geek out." And figure out how to make sense of Star Trek science
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"Could be a shared hallucination. Somebody hit us with some weaponized agent, a gas maybe, and we're all really in a padded room somewhere while they run tests," he says. There's a beat. When he turns back to her, he's smiling faintly. He's joking. Probably. "Right. Well, I'll leave the 'cute' business up to you, but I think you're onto something."
He starts searching for an officer who isn't occupied with someone else, never afraid to take the initiative when it comes to confronting strangers in a strange situation, when he suddenly looks startled. "I mean. Not that I was saying -- I just think you'd have a better chance pulling off 'cute'. Because you're, uh. You are. But I didn't mean to overstep."
Stop talking, Steve.