First Entrance

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy had been busy at work. She was the one to usually take leadership at SHIELD although others tended to be the face. She was happy to be back in the field although it was mixed bag. There were certain people who worked underneath her that viewed her rise to leadership with disdain. She took it in stride as she always did. Her heart, though, still lingered on the men that were lost in the conflict against HYDRA. Steve, Bucky, they were all people she cared for in a way and they were both gone.

She had a file in her hands and was heading to her desk to take a look at it, when suddenly, she realized that she was no longer in headquarters and seemed to be in some sort of pub. How it got into HQ was beyond her knowledge. She had seen some strange things in her time with Project Rebirth and fighting alongside the Howling Commandos on an occasion or two. However nothing like a bar that would just appear when one least expected it.

Welcome to Milliway's, Agent Carter.

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[baptizemyself]

Heh. That expression is familiar: the slightly confused and wary expression of someone finding a bar where they least expect it.

"You look lost," says the lady in the black and purple leather sitting at the bar.

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy, being no stranger to people in masks doesn't even flinch at the site even if it is all leather.

"Well, yes. Last I heard there wasn't a pub in my workplace."

She points all around herself.

[baptizemyself]

Helena nods.

"Yeah, the first time here is always a bit of a shock. You wanna drink and sit down while I explain?"

[howdoyoufeel]

She looks over to the bar, devoid of bartender.

"I guess yes, a drink would be nice..."

[baptizemyself]

"What's your poison?"

[howdoyoufeel]

"While I'd usually be apt to order a cocktail at a time like this, I have work to do. So I think just some Earl Grey tea is in order."

[baptizemyself]

Helena shrugs. "Ok, but most people go for something a bit stronger."

She knocks twice on the bar surface, and a pot of tea, two cups and saucers and a jug of milk and sugar bowl appear on the surface of of the bar.

[thefirststark]

"Agent Carter?" Howard is very surprised to see her here. Maybe he knows that pretty much anyone from anywhere, any time, can show. And yet...

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy looks over at the familiar voice and smiles to Howard. "Howard?" She breathes a sigh of relief for a moment when she sees that it is indeed him. "I know we're very well into keeping secrets from the rest of the world but what is this place?"

[thefirststark]

"Not anywhere in the world, actually. It's hard to explain." Which for someone who likes explaining things is saying a lot. "Welcome to Milliways."

At least he's glad to see her. His smile definitely shows that.

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy does seem surprised by that fact but she smiles. She's always found it so hard to stay stern with someone like Howard. It must be that Stark charm.

"Milliways, really, Howard? I was heading to my office to get some necessary work done and then suddenly here I was."

She's still trying to process something.

[thefirststark]

"It's...well, the best word for it is 'magic.' Which I know that is absurd. But what happened to you? Walking through a door in New York and ending up in a bar you've never seen before, talking to someone apparently in Los Angeles? It's real." He sounds confident that he's making sense, even though he isn't.

[howdoyoufeel]

"Even considering everything we've been through, you're barely making sense." She moves over to him shaking her head. "I can believe a lot of things, but magic?" She manages to catch a glimpse of the window and does a small double take. Maybe that finally convinces her but she places her head in her hand.

[equal_of_any_man]

Olivier is busy sewing little bags of dried herbs by the bar when she comes in and sits up to greet her. "Good morning, mademoiselle. Are you new here?"

[howdoyoufeel]

Her face brightens as the young man greets her.

"Good morning, sir. Yes, I believe that I am. Interesting establishment you have here."

[equal_of_any_man]

"Thank you but it is not mine. In truth I do not know to whom it belongs but you are welcome here, as all are. It is called Milliways."

He gets up to sweep her a deep bow. "I am Olivier, at your service."

[howdoyoufeel]

"My name is Peggy. Peggy Carter. A pleasure to meet you. Milliway's? I do have to say, it was such a strange place for a bar to pop up."

[equal_of_any_man]

"My understanding is that it appears different places for different people. I often find it through the flap of the infirmary tent when I am in need of supplies."

[howdoyoufeel]

"Interesting. I seemed to have found it instead of my office."

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee always had a thing for uniforms.

(Well. Depends on who's wearing the uniform and for whose military, but still.)

"Guten Tag, Fraulein," he purrs in his smoky Berliner accent, enhanced by the drag he's just taken off of his cigarette. Perched on a stool at the corner of the bar, he's clad in a black leather coat, red-painted lips pulled back in a languid smile.

Not sinister at all!

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy glances over at the man and offers a small smile.

"Hello."

A small hesitation in her voice but friendly nonetheless.

[i_am_your_host]

He raises his eyebrows, his expression somewhat resembling a pleased cat.

"You are English," he remarks brightly. "Oh, I rather like the English. So polite, so refined, so..." At a momentary loss for adjectives, he gives a little flourish with his cigarette-holding hand. "So je ne sais quoi."

Shifting his position, he crosses his legs at the knee, the ratty combat boots on his feet looking as if they were leftovers from the previous decade.

"I take it, my dear, that you did not expect to find a pub on the other side of the door you just opened."

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy can't help but laugh at bit at the mention of je ne sais quoi and thinks for a moment. Then the latter question,

"No, actually, I did not expect to find a pub here. I take it this happens quite often?"

[i_am_your_host]

Her laugh is a wonderful thing.

"Often? Mm, I could not say for sure. I rather think it differs from person to person," he replies, and he nods toward the other patrons milling about the room.

"I am no expert on science or magic, but a door appears at random, which transports you across space and time, apparently, to the end of the universe."

And he then gestures toward the Window, through which planets and stars explode and implode in endless, luminous violence.

"Colorful, is it not?"

[howdoyoufeel]

"I'm not sure if colorful is quite how I'd describe it. Intriguing, perhaps?"

She thinks about the randomly appearing doors and takes note that it might be something she would look into back home.