[ This is certainly not how Peggy expected to wake up today. Choking and spluttering, she turns on her side, the need to get the grit out of her mouth and breathe properly winning over the need to remain quiet until she gets her bearings.
She's scanning the beach in front of her even before she's quite caught her breath, looking for familiar landmarks -- none -- and any sign of people -- and that one hits gold, a figure in the distance, too far for her to make out anything more than a shape. She can't even quite tell if they're watching her; they don't move as she pushes herself into a proper sitting position, and then gets her feet under her, crouching there as she takes stock of herself and the situation. No weapons. No idea who brought her here. Nothing to do but charge forward and hope that, if the figure out there is a threat -- and she's assuming they are, until proven otherwise -- she can outsmart them. ]
Hello? Someone out there? [ She slowly moves to stand upright, taking a small step forward, even as she continues to call towards whoever's out there. ] Could you tell me where we are?
[two]
[ Lucky for Peggy, she's found some of the more friendly locals, even if their desire to make friends and get on people's good sides strikes her as strange. Unluckily for them, Peggy's channeling the shock and rising worry of what's to come into a near interrogation, shooting off rapid questions to the second person to offer a pamphlet. (The first having walked away while she was busy reading and trying to figure out if Alternatives to Human Flesh was some sort of horrible joke.)
The lack of answer to her last question -- whether because the man didn't know or was startled by her stream of questions, she didn't bother to ask -- has her waving the pamphlet at him in frustration. ] Shouldn't whoever's giving these blasted things out be prepared to answer questions about them?
[four (minotaur)]
[ It starts with a headache, two dull points of pressure that roll in with the fog and quickly build, until her entire head is aching. The sudden feeling that the world has grown somehow louder does nothing to help it. It's almost a relief when the horns actually break through her skin. The pain bursts, and even though it still hurts, it no longer feels like her skull is caving in on itself.
The relief barely lasts once she ventures outside, only to be greeted a sharp, high burst of noise from somewhere nearby. Peggy bites back on a yelp, barely making it to the nearest wall to lean against as a fresh burst of pain rolls through her head, doubled over and trying to fight the nausea to stand back up, or at least find someplace she can sit. ]
Peggy Carter | MCU
[ This is certainly not how Peggy expected to wake up today. Choking and spluttering, she turns on her side, the need to get the grit out of her mouth and breathe properly winning over the need to remain quiet until she gets her bearings.
She's scanning the beach in front of her even before she's quite caught her breath, looking for familiar landmarks -- none -- and any sign of people -- and that one hits gold, a figure in the distance, too far for her to make out anything more than a shape. She can't even quite tell if they're watching her; they don't move as she pushes herself into a proper sitting position, and then gets her feet under her, crouching there as she takes stock of herself and the situation. No weapons. No idea who brought her here. Nothing to do but charge forward and hope that, if the figure out there is a threat -- and she's assuming they are, until proven otherwise -- she can outsmart them. ]
Hello? Someone out there? [ She slowly moves to stand upright, taking a small step forward, even as she continues to call towards whoever's out there. ] Could you tell me where we are?
[two]
[ Lucky for Peggy, she's found some of the more friendly locals, even if their desire to make friends and get on people's good sides strikes her as strange. Unluckily for them, Peggy's channeling the shock and rising worry of what's to come into a near interrogation, shooting off rapid questions to the second person to offer a pamphlet. (The first having walked away while she was busy reading and trying to figure out if Alternatives to Human Flesh was some sort of horrible joke.)
The lack of answer to her last question -- whether because the man didn't know or was startled by her stream of questions, she didn't bother to ask -- has her waving the pamphlet at him in frustration. ] Shouldn't whoever's giving these blasted things out be prepared to answer questions about them?
[four (minotaur)]
[ It starts with a headache, two dull points of pressure that roll in with the fog and quickly build, until her entire head is aching. The sudden feeling that the world has grown somehow louder does nothing to help it. It's almost a relief when the horns actually break through her skin. The pain bursts, and even though it still hurts, it no longer feels like her skull is caving in on itself.
The relief barely lasts once she ventures outside, only to be greeted a sharp, high burst of noise from somewhere nearby. Peggy bites back on a yelp, barely making it to the nearest wall to lean against as a fresh burst of pain rolls through her head, doubled over and trying to fight the nausea to stand back up, or at least find someplace she can sit. ]
[wildcard]
[Got something else in mind? Hit me!]