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[rightfootforward]

Shooting them doesn't seem to do nearly as much as I had hoped.

.....

The more advanced medical facilities are at the tactical simulation building, the Battle Dome, yes?

...




And perhaps someone could tell me what day it is as well?

Comments

[Audio]

[asthehawkflies]

[Well, now there's a voice he's a little surprised to hear again.]

Agent Carter. Good to hear from you. It is the sixteenth of January, I mean, assuming this place even runs on normal time.

You need any assistance?

[Audio]

[rightfootforward]

Agent Barton. Unless you've noticed a spacial abnormality, I would assume it does.

[God...January 16th? Has it really been that long?]

As for assistance, medical likely all I need. [No, loosen up, Carter.] ...And an update on the village.. Been gone a month.

[Audio]

[asthehawkflies]

Well, there's no reason it should adhere to Earth time.

Want me to meet you?

[voice]

[handing]

[...So. This pretty much screams nothing but bad things.]

Yes, that's right. What happened? Do you need help?

[voice]

[rightfootforward]

I mostly need more munitions and perhaps a good night's rest for once.

As for what happened? I learned first hand what sort of hospitality this place offers and I found it rather lacking.

Re: [voice]

[handing]

[Pepper sighs softly as Peggy confirms what happened.]

I'm sorry. Are you-- [Yourself? There's really no good way to ask what the Malnosso might have done, but Peggy seems normal.] I've heard the Malnosso are pretty bad hosts. Is there anything I can do?

[Voice]

[geniustheveil]

The village clinic is also fully equipped. I would advise making your way to whichever is closest to your position. If you inform us of your current condition, we can prepare to receive you immediately.

[Malnosso returns get a certain priority in her books.]

[Voice]

[rightfootforward]

It isn't anything so bad. Painkillers and a quick wrap-up and I should be well enough.

Are you attending physician at the clinic?

[Voice]

[geniustheveil]

I work at the village clinic. I'm Doctor Mizuno.

[To someone who keeps tabs of such things, the name is recognizable as the head of said village clinic, after some of the other staff left.]

[bionically]

...Agent Carter?

[It has been a while since he's heard her voice - but from the sound of things, there'll be a much better time to catch up. He pulls up his big boy pants as the situation demands, veiling the mild concern that arises at her message.]

Yeah, there's the clinic at the Battle Dome. If you're headed that way, I could get you there faster than on foot. [He pauses to give her an opportunity to consider the offer and also to recognize that he's ready and willing to help with minimal fuss involved.]

Just tell me where you are and I can be there. [He can't shrug off the sense that it might be more of a serious situation than she lets on if she's looking for the more advanced medical facility of the two.]

[rightfootforward]

Captain Spencer. [The name serves as a greeting, familiar and it rolls off the tongue easily.

Or it would if she didn't sound so tired. Being picked up sounds good right now - an extraction from the snow and the cold - but she has no idea where she is and it seems that her progress is slow-going.]

If they'd seen fit to leave me with a compass, I might be able to tell you. As it is, I'm navigating the forests upstream in hopes of finding the village.

to action, milady?

[bionically]

[Under his breath:] …Figures. That’d have been too easy. [But further verbal fist-shaking at the Malnosso can wait.]

Keep your eyes peeled, agent. I’ll be covering as much of the woods as I can by air.

[Well, maybe 'by air' isn't quite the best way to describe it, but he won't be walking about. Screw that.

There’s far too much ground for him to cover in a timely manner, but he can’t think of a more efficient means of trying to locate her at the present moment other than to follow one of the rivers flowing from the village. If he fails, hopefully someone else will come across her. There had to be someone.]

Spencer out.

[Voice]

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek is laid up in said clinic with a crushed leg, bored out of his mind, and reading the journal. So...at least answering the lady would be something to do.]

Yeah, it's here in the battle dome. Good tech, doc's good too.

Date on the journal page says it's January sixteenth.

[Voice]

[rightfootforward]

The sixteenth... I see, thank you. You're a patient there as well right now? What can you tell me about the vacancy?

[Voice]

[rather_be_surfing]

Yeah, I am. Had a...bit of a run in with something. No big deal, but I'm stuck here until the doc thinks she can let me out of her sight.

Pretty sure I'm the only 'stay in' patient at the moment. Seems to be quiet, too. Not much going on.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Dare I ask what it is you're shooting?

[Voice]

[rightfootforward]

Nothing I think anyone but our captors would be sad to see gone. Unless you have a soft spot for the metal men who steal us from our homes.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Oh, I see. Did you manage to shoot enough of them?

voice | gosh give him a heart attack why dont you :|

[neversurrender]

[After a month of absence, hearing Peggy's voice as she comments about shooting something really should concern him more than it does. If she's able to shoot then she's more or less okay. Or at least extremely pissed off.

It's when she comments about the medical facilities in the Battle Dome that sends the alarms going off in his head.]

Are you alright? How bad are you hurt?

[Pause.] Today is January 16th.

voice | payback for the zombie thing 8|

[rightfootforward]

[God, she should have thought more on what to say before she put words to this thing. After a pause, she replies to him, keeping her voice steady.]

I'm alright. Just not as good a hero as you turned out to be.

[And good Lord, the 16th? A month...it's been a month. No wonder he sounds worried.]

Apparently, they didn't want us catching up so soon.

voice | you weren't here for the zombie thing 8\

[neversurrender]

[There's a ruffling sound and the stomp of footsteps coming from his end of the line as he pulls on a jacket and prepares to go out and find her.]

Where are you?

[His voice softens at that. Really when would they ever get the chance to just settle down and have some time for themselves? Not any time soon apparently.]

No, apparently not. I hope you gave them hell.

voice;

[arcinvent]

In order, Carter: No, Yes, January 17th.

[He wondered if she had left Luceti honestly. It might have been better if she had, even if a selfish part of him would want her to stay.]

Need help with anything?

voice;

[rightfootforward]

A month then. I hope you hadn't given up on me coming back.

If I can get to a medical facility, I should be fine.

[snikting]

You talking about the Sparties? Maybe you didn't shoot them hard enough.

[rightfootforward]

Sparties? Is that the name for them?