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WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: #43 - The Vincennes
WHEN: December 27th - Evening
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Open (Gathering Style)

When the gifts had arrived, Peggy had treated them at first with the same suspicion as anything else here. Things simply weren't that good to be true, but these gifts had people's names on them this time. With the exception of several that she couldn't begin to understand (such as that one from a man named Ivan, that she barely recalled interacting with), the rest were so kind and thoughtful that she soon found herself with a wealth of possessions she hadn't hoped to possess here.

The party had been borne of one single thought: I have nowhere to wear such lovely things and when she'd found the wine and liquor from others (including Tony, which didn't surprise her in the very least), she knew that she could change that. She'd posted a quick notice at the inn using some of the cardboard of a box and the lovely fountain pen Helen had given her, then did the same at many of the public buildings, inviting people to her home and inviting them to bring any food or drink they might like to provide, as well as suggesting this as an opportunity to wear their fanciest.

She set out her drinks (the ones she was willing to share) and made sure to tidy the home so that it was presentable. In her youth, back during her first engagement, she might have imagined entertaining like this on a regular basis, but that had been swept away by the war. Instead, Peggy was left hoping that such a gala would be acceptable and that she wouldn't simply be here alone tonight.

Setting her new record player (and her single record) down, she cranked it to begin playing the record that had come with it (a pressing of the Glenn Miller Band), and then she began to convince herself that there was nothing more that she could do.

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She smirks knowingly, "I did say potential. They thought that was what they were getting, but we fought and resisted until the end. I'd hardly say we fit the bill either and I know the people here are just as capable." Even the ones who hadn't been fighers -- Miwako, Giselle, and others -- had helped in the end in one way or another. And even prior to the final fight, their moral and skills had been key in keeping everyone positive.

"Well, if it's the same thing as before, maybe you have some insight the rest of us don't. How did you get out of there?"

That would be the million dollar question. If Riza had been in a place like this before and escaped, Raleigh wants to know how she did it and if they can apply that same escape mechanism to this new prison. It'd be hard, he assumes, or she'd already have done it and left them.

"That's a fairly complicated story," she admits. It isn't that she doesn't want to share it--but during a dance hardly seems the time. "I'd say the short version involves a lot of clues put together, some help from the outside, and a final showdown that we ultimately won."

The fact that so many different people had been involved meant trying to get out the same way would be difficult. Not to mention, that added "bonus" of having an outside group attempting to provide assistance.

"Well, hopefully we'll figure it out here eventually too," Raleigh says. He wants to crack the mystery of this place as much as anyone and he wants to be free of it - he's got shit to do back home that's important, just like everyone else.

He doesn't want to lose the people he's met here, though, or the memories he's made. That's what makes it complicated.

"I just hope we don't have any more casualties along the way."

Riza was more of a realist, she knew the chances, but at the same time she was also fairly confident that they'd figure this place out as well. They had a lot of people working on it -- even if they didn't know exactly what they were doing.

"That would be nice...but this place can be dangerous, so I'm not as hopeful," she said, it was rather dark, but that's what happened when you had seen what she had. Still, it probably wasn't the best thing to say, and she knows how hard the others were shaken by the relatively recent passing of Karen. "I think we can make it though...especially if we have gatherings like this that can help us maintain some good morale."

"I try to be as hopeful and optimistic as I can. If you lose that, you don't have anything, and I don't want to give up when there's still a chance we can fight and beat this thing."

It had worked with the kaiju and it would work here, too, Raleigh thinks. He just needs to keep believing it.