The instant that the cloying voice in her head is gone, Peggy is already clawing at the collar around her neck to try and loose it. The toga had been thrown on nearly instantly, a pale replacement for her normal clothes, but the collar simply won't move. Devotion, the voice had said. For one, she wonders if she's gone mad and is hearing things, but her sudden nudity while a bloody God rambled on in her head about devotion isn't something that most mad people do, at least not in her experience.
Worse, she already knows what must happen. Fourteen days, though. She has fourteen days before this becomes a problem that she'll have to worry about, though there's a sinking feeling of dread that it's not very much time to think about a rescue.
Even though she half knows that it's as useless as fighting upstream, she keeps on trying to work some looseness into the collar at her neck, collapsing down to sit in order to catch her breath, none of them feeling deep enough, given the restriction. She doubts that she'll actually make it through fourteen days, but the mere gall of some voice in her head demanding devotion through sexual acts is enough to rile her stubbornness and make her want to defy.
Unfortunately, it seems the only person she'll be hurting is herself, then. Sweeping at the back of her toga, she presses her lips together to address another problem. "How on earth does one make this comfortable?" she mutters aloud, sending a glare towards the statue that must be the very demanding god behind all this.
Network
[The device is smaller than anything outside what Howard has shown her, but it has the functionality to take pictures and that's what Peggy's been doing as she investigates her way around this strange place, but what she hasn't taken into account is trying to figure out the instructions, which is why she's just sent the last three pictures she's taken and broadcast them out. Caught off guard, she also realises that she's now speaking to this same network, eyes wide and a touch stunned]
If you've just seen yourself, I didn't mean to broadcast that. I should make it clear that I'm not stalking anyone either.
[Wonderful, this is going downhill by the second. Hand to her face, Peggy decides to simply be blunt about it all]
Is there anyone adept at technology willing to help before everyone thinks I'm a stalking, picture-mad woman?
Peggy Carter | Marvel
The instant that the cloying voice in her head is gone, Peggy is already clawing at the collar around her neck to try and loose it. The toga had been thrown on nearly instantly, a pale replacement for her normal clothes, but the collar simply won't move. Devotion, the voice had said. For one, she wonders if she's gone mad and is hearing things, but her sudden nudity while a bloody God rambled on in her head about devotion isn't something that most mad people do, at least not in her experience.
Worse, she already knows what must happen. Fourteen days, though. She has fourteen days before this becomes a problem that she'll have to worry about, though there's a sinking feeling of dread that it's not very much time to think about a rescue.
Even though she half knows that it's as useless as fighting upstream, she keeps on trying to work some looseness into the collar at her neck, collapsing down to sit in order to catch her breath, none of them feeling deep enough, given the restriction. She doubts that she'll actually make it through fourteen days, but the mere gall of some voice in her head demanding devotion through sexual acts is enough to rile her stubbornness and make her want to defy.
Unfortunately, it seems the only person she'll be hurting is herself, then. Sweeping at the back of her toga, she presses her lips together to address another problem. "How on earth does one make this comfortable?" she mutters aloud, sending a glare towards the statue that must be the very demanding god behind all this.
Network
[The device is smaller than anything outside what Howard has shown her, but it has the functionality to take pictures and that's what Peggy's been doing as she investigates her way around this strange place, but what she hasn't taken into account is trying to figure out the instructions, which is why she's just sent the last three pictures she's taken and broadcast them out. Caught off guard, she also realises that she's now speaking to this same network, eyes wide and a touch stunned]
If you've just seen yourself, I didn't mean to broadcast that. I should make it clear that I'm not stalking anyone either.
[Wonderful, this is going downhill by the second. Hand to her face, Peggy decides to simply be blunt about it all]
Is there anyone adept at technology willing to help before everyone thinks I'm a stalking, picture-mad woman?