sixthiterationlogs | [MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

WHERE: The bunker & elsewhere
WHEN: 1 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn on threads
NOTES: Plot Details | Bunker Details | Bunker Map & Key
Threads may take place ANYTIME during the plot, including before, during and after the tubes have been opened, just please do not godmod tube arrivals without explicit permission. Related threads not in the bunker are welcomed, as are general bunker exploration/reaction threads that have nothing to do with the arrivals. Please reference the bunker key doc for what is and isn't available to explore at present.

Deep under the mountain, tucked away in the newly-discovered bunker complex, there is a room where everyone begins. It is filled with equipment — Computer consoles, monitors — but the point of it all resides within ten vertical stasis tubes lined neatly along a far wall.

One of them has been cracked and lies dormant, dry. In six of the remaining are bodies, unconscious and floating in their familiar vari-colored scrubs, vital signs ticking calmly off on their respective readouts.

In the corner, near the cracked tube, the ceiling has shattered and tumbled inward, across the floor and over the largest console in the room — The one flashing 24 HOURS UNTIL STASIS FAILURE.

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Even with the water having mostly drained by the time a woman she doesn't recognize manage to pry the tube open, it's not exactly Phryne's most elegant entrance. True, she manages to not end up falling flat on her feet, but she's damp and still coming down off the edges of her panic and in the middle of an unfamiliar location besides. Still, the other woman is wearing clothes very much like her own, unflattering as the are, and her comment at least implies that she isn't out to directly cause harm. It doesn't do much to suggest that she hasn't been kidnapped to the middle of who-knows-where, but it's at least it's a start.

She does also stumble a little as she finally climbs out of the tube, but she catches herself almost before Peggy can offer a hand, and once she's standing on stable ground she seems to regain a good deal of her composure. Enough that she's not obviously standing on the edge of panic, at the very least.

"It's certainly not the sort of entrance I'd have liked to make."

There's a lingering frustration to her words, but beyond that it's most likely her accent that stands out. It's not one of the ones from Peggy's own country of origin, no. But it's a close cousin, at least, and one that suggests a certain degree of refinement besides.

"But as far as I can tell, yes. Physically, at least."

Mentally... that she'll reserve judgment on until she knows a little bit more about the situation she's in. But she doesn't feel like she's standing on the edge of a mental precipice and that's something.

Peggy's not always so forward about grabbing onto someone to steady them, but she thinks this is a good reason for an exception. She gets a hand on the woman's back to help her step out, reaching for one of the towels that someone had brought along at some point in the rush to get everyone free of the tanks.

"No? I think it was perfectly memorable," Peggy quips as she hands over the towel to try and give the woman the chance to take it and give herself some room to dry herself. "I know it's certainly much more of a flair than I managed." Her eyes zero in on the accent, a curious thing, but better to get her settled.

"Here, come, sit down," Peggy coaxes, grabbing a chair to drag over.

It's absolutely a good exception, and Phryne makes no complaint what so ever about Peggy's assistance. She won't admit to still being a little wobbly on her feet (on account of having started to panic a little), but she absolutely is. The fact that the last she remembers before having turned up in the middle of a tube she'd been in high heels and now is very much not doesn't help, for all that she adjusts quickly.

"Memorable, I'll grant. But I can't say it's the sort of memorable I'd have preferred."

To be fair, she also doesn't have any idea about what's typical here, much less if there is one. But being rescued still doesn't have the quite the same ring to it as the entrances she prefers to make, regardless of the fact that there might certainly be some sort of flair involved. But for now, she figures the finer details can wait, and she takes the chair Peggy offers gladly.

"I don't suppose it would be too much to ask where this is?"

And more importantly, how far away from where she should be it is, but she figures the answer to where will be good enough for her to figure that much. (She's wrong about that, but neither is she aware of that fact.)

"I dragged myself out of a fountain. Just as wet, really, but much more effort," Peggy admits, hoping to get the woman sitting down before she begins to offer the explanation, seeing as she thinks that there's going to be quite a lot to say when it comes to where they are.

After all, up until today, she didn't even know this part of here had existed, so what else is it that's lurking and waiting out there. "I'm not entirely sure where we are, but this is a bunker complex near one of its villages," she can manage, because that much, she knows. "I'm Peggy Carter," she introduces herself.

"What's your name?" she asks, trying to keep her focused.

"That does sound like considerably more effort," Phryne agrees with a nod. It also gives her a bit more information about the place - she still might not have any real idea about where she is (and the answer she does get isn't terribly helpful) - but she knows there's at least a fountain somewhere nearby. Assuming that Peggy didn't do so somewhere else, of course, but in absence of any evidence to the contrary she figures that it's as good a place to start, anyway.

That they're in a bunker, meanwhile, suggests the possibility of military involvement at some point. That or it's been repurposed from some sort of military usage, but that's something she can work on figuring out later. When she has a better idea of who to speak to about that sort of thing.

"Phryne Fisher," she answers instead. There's a brief pause and then she continues on. "Do the nearby villages have names?"

"North and South," Peggy replies, and from the look in her eyes, she knows how frustrating this all sounds. She knows that if their positions were reversed and she were the one in that chair, she wouldn't be very pleased with any of these answers.

"Everything was already standing when we arrived and no one was in a rush to name our surroundings, I think with the hope we wouldn't be here long." Two years later, Peggy's not so sure that she can stand by that any longer, but she also doesn't want to be the one to name them.

North and South will suit just fine. "It's good to meet you, Phryne, even if under unusual circumstances. Where were you from before this?"

It's definitely frustrating, and while Phryne can understand the desire to hope that one's stay in a less than ideal location isn't going to be terribly long, that doesn't mean it's any less of an annoyance to hear that the villages don't have much by way of name. Especially when she'd been hoping that one or the other of the names would give her some sort of idea as to where they'd been, geographically speaking.

Still, there's nothing to be done for it. She's not about to give up on the idea of figuring out where they are, geographically speaking, but she's willing to set it aside for the time being.

"Melbourne," she answers instead, without even so much as stopping to think that Peggy might not actually be familiar with Australia. But it does go a long way to explaining the almost-familiarity of her accent, at least. "And likewise, despite the circumstances."

"I've never been to Australia," Peggy notes, though she'd almost been sent to the Pacific when it seemed like the war would still continue onwards and Phillips would send her on to that. Lucky for her, things had ended before that had needed to come to pass.

She's watching Phryne quite carefully, still trying to understand how this has happened and where this bunker came from. "You don't recall anything between you being in Melbourne and being let out by me?"

There's a nod at Peggy's comment, but other than that Phryne doesn't directly answer it. There doesn't seem to be any need to, and while she could offer comments about what Australia is like, there doesn't seem to be a need to either. Not when there doesn't seem to be any specific need to at this point.

(Later, maybe, if Peggy should happen to express curiosity. But right now it doesn't seem terribly relevant.)

"Not in the slightest. I'd just finished resolving a... situation, back home and then the next thing I knew I was was waking up here."

It jibes with what everyone else says when they arrive in the more traditional way. Perhaps Peggy had been hopeful that arrival by these tubes somehow meant something different in how the people arrived here, but she's beginning to piece together a new theory.

"Not the sort of situation that might have somehow grab you and stick you in a tube, I'd imagine, this much be a terrible shock," Peggy says, not trying to be blunt, but wanting to ensure that Phryne is all right, given the inherent trauma in this moment.

"When it was me, I climbed out of a fountain, which now seems somehow more civilized."

"Not unless there's something quite unexpected going on, no. And given the fact that things had just resolved I wouldn't have expected to run into another situation quite so soon."

Her life is more than a little exciting on a regular basis, of course. One of the side-effects of being even an unofficial detective. But usually there's a bit more downtime between things that require her attention. Not to mention that kidnapping is a little severe as a response to something that has largely involved street urchins. And while it had been important, yes, she's certainly had cases that involved higher profile individuals. As well as ones who might be significantly more likely to turn to kidnapping, in the case that things didn't quite turn out how they might have expected.

"And it does sound a little more civilized, yes. Although it could hardly be said to be a drier arrival."

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