Ten Forward Social Lounge

Peggy is beginning to think the universe is playing some sort of grand joke on her. First she steps off a lift and ends up on a space ship. Then she finds out that certain people she had assumed were either dead or missing were very much alive...

Really, it's enough to make even the most well adjusted person begin to wonder...

Or to accept the strangeness surrounding her and adapt to it as quickly as possible. Which is what she intends to do when her usual clothes are suddenly replaced by a variation of the World War II era Captain America uniform complete with a version of a shield that's made of something light but lacks the distinctive feel of the original. Considering some of the clothing she's seen so far, the change in attire could be much worse.  At least she didn't end up in one of the costumes from Steve's USO show.

Comfortable or not, Peggy wants to know where her clothes are and when they're going to be returned. If this has happened to others, then the usual means of communication are probably overloaded with demands for information. So searching out the details seems like the best option and that means Ten Forward.

Stepping into the bar, she's slightly relieved that others seem to have found themselves in the same situation.


((occ: The cosplay picture is not me and I do not claim to own any rights to it. It's a lovely design and one of my favorites for female Cap uniforms.))

Of all the ways Peggy had anticipated her day going, becoming the head of Stark's latest endeavor had not been one of them.  Once the details of her exploits the night before were known, she had expected two reactions.  She would either be praised for her work or her efforts would be disdained simply because she was female.  Even knowing which outcome was more probable, being reprimanded and called incompetent by someone like Flynn had been insulting.  

Then, everything had changed with that phone call.  Howard had always believed in her abilities.  He might have spent most of the war flirting with her but he had never doubted her place in the SSR.  Or her place in S.H.I.E.L.D.  The idea of it, the idea of being one of the leaders of the organization left her in an almost awed state.  

But even through that shock there was a quiet happiness that finally the doors that had always been slammed in her face because of her gender were now being opened.  It wouldn't be easy.  Men like Flynn would dismiss her until they realized Peggy wasn't a pretty trophy piece that Stark had chosen to decorate the S.H.I.E.L.D. offices.  There would be resentment from some, but  it was something she was used to.  

At least now she'd be doing real work.  The type that had kept her going when it would have been easier to focus on her grief and return to the role that was expected of a woman after the end of the war.  After Flynn offered his feeble congratulations, Peggy moved to the desk, removing the one personal item that she had kept in that depressing office.  

The framed photograph in one hand, her purse in the other, Peggy stepped onto the lift.  Smiling faintly when she looked down at the picture of Steve, she hoped he would pleased with this new incarnation of their work.  The doors slid open and she stepped into...

A pub?  One decorated in a style that looked more like a Hollywood set than any bar or club she had ever seen.

Taking a few tentative steps forward, she looked around, trying to understand how the lift - the entire building - could disappear.  Or how she could have disappeared, stepping out of a lift and into somewhere else entirely.  The look of shock and confusion lasted only a moment before Peggy regained her composure, moving to one of the tables and sitting down as if that had always been her intention.  Placing the photo on the table beside her and her purse in her lap, she watched those around her, trying to understand where she might be and how she had arrived.