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[A weekend of lost memories - it sat poorly with her, especially when she went back over her notes and found them missing as well. The dates for the weekend were written in her hand, but anything she'd written had been erased. Or maybe she hadn't written anything. The most concerning thing was that now that the weekend had ended, several people had gone missing or returned. Two days was a long time to lose her bearings and it made her restless. Which was why she'd gone to the shop to look around for anything useful.

Last thing she expected was to find the glove and eyeglass set - something so useful just left here like it was a new toy to be experimented with by anyone in the village. Something about it drew her to using it, but after the first day and the headaches, she realized it was probably something that belonged to someone. Which is why a few days later, after the headaches settle, she asks the village.]

Agent Carter reporting in with a few questions for the village.

One: Has anyone lost a pair of these? [She holds up the sunglasses, labeled ARI on the side to the camera.] I located them in the shop - interesting technology you have. I'd like to return them, if you're inclined to receive them.

[It packs one hell of a punch anyway, and she does not want that anymore. Peggy rubs her temple as he sets the glasses down out of view.]

Two: Sparring partners - hand to hand combat, preferably advanced non-magic practitioners. Willing to train people new to it, but more looking for practice myself. Can also train or spar in weapons - guns or knives specifically.

Three: On a more personal note, to my roommates - if you don't start cleaning your areas and picking up your things, I will do it for you.

[She looks straight into the camera with her usual no-nonsense look in her eyes.]

You will not enjoy it if I am forced to do so.

That is all.

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[He keeps an eye on the journal infrequently. This, however, draws Jayden's attention immediately. Because he knows those glasses. Anything before or after that? He doesn't take notice of.

Just those glasses.]

Those are mine.

[A little too sharp. A little too quick. He tries to correct his tone, soften it a bit.]

...Was there anything else with them? A case, maybe?

[Agent. Hmm.]

What kind of fighting style do you use?

I see. And yes, it came with a case and something else - mind telling me what it could be?

I wouldn't want technology of this scale to go to the wrong hands. Call it a verification process.

Anything that works.

Is there a particular style you use?

Whatever works.

Battle Dome or barracks?

Should be a black glove, different feel to the fingers than the rest. In the case, there should also be a small vial, blue powder inside. Or room for one, at least.

[He's really, really hoping the emergency supply of triptocaine is in there. But there's no way to be sure.]

Bottom of the case should have a number, too. Etched in. 47023.

Either - depends on whether you want to use weapons or not. Weapons - Battle Dome. Hand to hand - barracks.

[She shuts off the video feed for a moment as she checks his story. And indeed it is as he described, down to the number etched on the bottom of the case. So it is his. Now the question is: what the bloody hell is it?

She comes back and flicks the feed on.]

And your name?

Let's say barracks. [Better to get a feel for her fighting style first before weapons are brought in.]

Half an hour?

Agreed.

Name?

Ginia.

Understood. 30 minutes at the barracks. See you there.

Agent Norman Jayden, with the FBI.

[It's in his best interests right now to be honest. It's the fastest way he's going to get ARI back, probably. And... this woman has all the cards if she has that in hand.]

FBI... I see. Agent Carter with the SSR. I'd show you identification, but we the sort not to carry it. Might you have yours?

...Unfortunately, I don't. My ID hasn't shown up yet.

I didn't think it would - it's rare that such things do.

Agent Jayden, where shall I drop off your equipment? I have a few questions for you about it as well.

I'd be happy to meet you somewhere for a drink or quick bite to eat, ma'am.

[There's no need to respond. Ginia closes the journal and gets ready to go. T-shirt, comfortable cargo pants, light jacket, combat boots, check. Cellphone in pocket, locking the doors, good to go. The jog from Wind Building to the barracks is a nice warm-up.

Once there, if Peggy isn't already there, she'll do some light stretches and walk around to limber up.]

[Peggy arrives only a few minutes later, also having jogged over, but rather than wearing what looks comfortable - she appears in a blue pencil skirt, heels, blouse and blue suit jacket over it. She looks more like she's going to a business meeting than a sparring match, but that's how she fights. She'd change if it were a draft, but on most days? This is what she'd be caught fighting in.

She enters briskly and spots Ginia.]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I work at the bar - be easy to meet there, if that is your preference.

[Ginia looks over Peggy's outfit without judging at all; she's fought in similar and if that's what Peggy wants to fight in, then no worries. She'll have to watch out for the heels, she knows they can be quite damaging.

Ginia smiles and gives a bow of her head, cellphone already out, fingers typing away before she steps in and turns the screen so Peggy can read.]

No need to apologize. Shall we set some ground rules?

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Of course. I can be there whenever you'd like. What's a good time?

[Ooooh? Selphie's interest is piqued.]

How advanced are you lookin' for? I haven't had a good spar in a long time so if you don't mind sparring with an unlikely sparring partner, I'm game.

[There wasn't a response, but the girl started typing on a small device and held it out to her. She stepped forward and read it, curious as to why she was doing this. After a moment, Peggy looked up and signed at her from what she remembered of her time with Nic.]

Can you not speak?

Advanced enough that I don't need to worry about killing you in what should be a practice exercise. What makes you an unlikely sparring partner?

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