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WHO: Sharon
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, and her house
WHEN: Her Arrival onwards
OPEN TO: all
WARNINGS: none
STATUS: Ongoing

Fountain

Sharon opened up her eyes and realized with sudden clarity that she shouldn't have done that. It was really novice and stupid, because when she did, she gasped and inhaled water from the fountain. Sharon could feel her lungs constrict, and she had moments to figure out what to do. She felt her lids get heavy and knew she was moments away from losing consciousness, so she gave one hard kick and broke through the surface of the water with a gasp.

She started to cough as she grabbed the edge of the fountain. Did she hang there for a minute, before looking around, wondering where in the hell she was? This was not where she was supposed to be; she was supposed to be covering her ass with the CIA, not here.

She finally got enough energy and hoisted herself over the edge, and onto the ground. She supposed she should be glad she wasn't dead.

Inn and Housing

Sharon was feeling itchy being around so many people when she wasn't quite sure what was happening, but the inn was where she had landed so she took a few days to gather her wits before trying to find a sanctuary. She found a house and was currently standing outside looking at it.

She wasn't afraid to go in or anything, far from it. Sharon fully expected it to disappear like a puff of smoke, much like everything in her life had at one point or another. She thought of her Aunt Peggy, and still felt that same pang she felt every time she remembered the woman was gone. At least some things hadn't changed. Sharon supposed she should be grateful for that.

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Peggy has been starting to develop a routine. For most people, this would be an enviable thing. For Peggy, it means that her life has somehow devolved into patterns that are predictable and she needs to vary them up. It's why she's going to the inn today, perhaps to see if she can rouse Kate or one of the others to take a walk with her and go exploring. Anything to get her mind away from the obsessive rounds it keeps running over her guilt in regards to Steve Rogers.

Glancing up on her path, she blinks to find a girl standing there. She looks oddly familiar in the way that Peggy feels like she must have seen her before, but at the same time, she's a total stranger to her. For now, at least. "Hello," she greets politely, intending to gather herself more information. "Surveying the land?"

Sharon was busy staring at her house, that at first she didn't notice the woman now beside her. It wasn't because she is unobservant, she is the exact opposite actually. It was the voice that surpised her more than anything.

She had gotten so used to hearing it over the last few years that when it was suddenly silenced, it was like a hole in Sharon's heart, one that was apparently being filled.

"Uh...." Sharon stared, losing her voice, as she reached out and touched the woman's arm. "You're real?"

Peggy's eyes widen a little. While people certainly experience things in different ways, they haven't grasped at her in order to feel her and ask whether she's real. "Last I checked," she agrees, cheerful despite her wariness at why she's being prodded and her reality is being questioned. "Did I look fake when I was approaching?"

She should be more alarmed, but she's quickly finding that this place is excellent at leaping past the expectations of what should and shouldn't happen.

Sharon was not normally a reactive person, at least not emotionally. Being a female CIA agent had taught her to play things close to the vest, and to not show any emotion at all. She had trained herself and it had worked. Seeing Aunt Peggy, however, threw a curveball into her unemotional plan.

"Sorry, you must think I'm crazy," She said. "I'm Sharon," She said. "I got here a few days ago, but it seems like I was just at home."

"Sharon, it's good to meet you," Peggy says, though she's still being cautious about this woman given her seeming emotional state of wariness, asking if she's real. "I'm Peggy Carter," she introduces herself with a smile. "I don't think you're crazy, just in possession of enough doubt to be cautious," she says.

"In this place, that will come in handy," she's quick to assure.

Sharon couldn't help but smile just a little bit. She did have her Aunt back, and she was so happy about that. Her world came crashing down, however, when she realized that she was going to have to tell her who she was.

That didn't sound fun at all.

"I can imagine. Can I ask how old you are?"

Peggy's beginning to wonder about this woman. First, it was the doubt that she was real and now she's after her age. "I'm twenty-six," she replies in turn, eyeing her warily. "Do I not look it?" she wonders, rubbing a palm over her forehead as if those inevitable worry lines have finally come in and done a number on herself.

Jo's here all the time, so she gets to see a lot of the new faces. Moving in, moving out, getting adjusted, showing up for meals. She's here in the main room, the something-like-a-war-room she's made out of it at this point, before everyone else in place wakes most days, though sometimes Kate surprises her. Not a lot, but enough she thinks they have a lot in common with each other in not sleeping enough.

It's the same with others. Seeing them wake up, shuffle around, find foot and their own footing.

This one's a new one, again, too. Blonde. Another Red. "Hey. Morning. There's some of that chickery-tea-that-is-not-enough-like-coffee but better than nothing still on the stove and warm if you want some."

Sharon didn't think that there would be coffee at all, so she glanced up at the woman somewhat startled by the statement. She was trying to find her balance so she wasn't seeking anyone out yet, so the natural conclusion to be drawn would be that no one would seek her out either.

She was mistaken.

"Mor..." She cut off as her voice came out hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Sorry, Morning. I don't think I have ever heard of that. What is it?"

Morning. It did that to a person, didn't it? Jo doesn't let it wrinkle her brow, though she does glance up again for it.

"Tea." Jo wrinkles her nose. "Not as good as black coffee, but when there's no coffee to be had anywhere in this place, it's better than nothing. A lot of us live by it, and whatever stashes of it we can find. I've already have two cups--" Even though, really, she not a tea person. She'll never be a tea person. But she will be a caffeine and sharp flavors over nothing person until she dies. "--so, you know--" There's a blase shrug, and tilt of her head to one side. "--if you wanted some."

"Will it keep me alert and focused?" She said, already moving towards the cup. She wasn't unfocused, just more confused about where she was. Sharon was most definitely a tea person, but like Jo she would drink just about anything with caffeine in it.

"Really? No coffee? That's downright depressing," She said, with a slight smile. She took the cup, giving it a little sniff before taking a sip. It wasn't great, but it didn't suck either.

"I'm Sharon."

"Jo." She offered a hand, business even if there's a enough of a smile going on with her mouth at that point. "And, yeah. The lack of coffee around here definitely needs to lend itself to some knee-capping. There seems to be something to the tea. Caffeine or whatever. I can't promise the best taste, but I'd be mainlining the stuff, if we weren't working on the whole ration system with everything around here."

Which was another reason for not wasting whatever was left in the pot, too.

Raleigh typically takes his catch up to the inn every couple of days to get it cleaned and today he has a decent amount that's got to get cleaned and served in various meals over the next few days. Problem is, there's a blonde woman standing between him and the kitchen. She looks new and maybe a little lost so Raleigh clears his throat and gives her a little smile.

"Hey, something I can help you with? Show you around? You've got the deer in the headlights thing going on." Everyone who was new, or new-ish, had the same kind of look about them. He's certain he doesn't know her face so she has to have shown up in the last week or so. He has a decent memory for faces even if he doesn't always catch the names that go along with them.

Sharon did have a deer in the headlights kind of look about her, that was very much true. She couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit. The man looked like he had been here for awhile and he didn't look like he wanted to kill her, always a plus.

"I wouldn't mind the 10 cent tour, as long as you don't mind," She added. "I'm Sharon," She said, offering her hand.

"This place is.... well, I don't know yet."

"If it makes you feel any better, I've been here for three months and I still don't know the ins and outs of it," Raleigh says. He never minds giving the tour to new people. It's daunting to fall into this place, to leave everything you know behind and make a new life. It's not the first time Raleigh's had to do that, though, so coming to the village is only a bend in the road for him and not a complete detour. He thinks it gives him perspective.

"I'm Raleigh, by the way. Raleigh Becket." He offers his hand to shake hers, wanting to put a name with the face. He makes a point of trying to learn all the new people, trying to keep track of everyone trickling in. He thinks it's good to know the names and faces so they can keep track in case anyone gets lost, missing or hurt.

Sharon smiled, and shook her head. "Believe it or not it does," She admitted. She didn't like to feel weak in front of anyone, but in this case, she did need help. If it was offered, she certainly wasn't going to turn it down.

"Sharon Carter," She said extending her hand to return the shake. She froze though when she realized that she had given her last name. She didn't do that ever.... "Um, can I ask a favor? Can you not repeat my last name please. Back home, I never told anyone my last name, and I guess I haven't broken the habit."

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