[VOICE]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Hey, guess who figured out the devices? A woman with a delightful, British accent who sounds, at the moment, a bit irked. And unfortunately, she hasn't figured out the whole privacy thing yet. Not that she really cares.]

It seems these...things...serve as some sort of form of communication. Agent Carter?

[This one pains her:]

Captain...America? Do either of you copy? We won't need to run civilians for communications, it seems. What's your status? I've run a search of the perimeter. I'm seeing no signs of an enemy.

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[primogen_vampirate]

[She's starting to like this guy. He's efficient. Even if he dresses funny.]

We need to start getting some kind of roster together. See if any of the civilians you collect have secretarial training.

I understand you have some associates here, yes?

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

Secretarial training? [There's a pause.] You looking to do some book keeping?

You'd be correct. I can vouch that at least three of them have outstanding combat skills. Don't know if we'll be running into any trouble or what we'll find here, but if we need a team of specialists, they'd be our people.

[primogen_vampirate]

First of all, I don't intend to do any book keeping. I am a field officer, not a desk jockey. As a matter of practicality, we need to inventory our assets and keep track of the people we need to defend against any kind of attack.

[She sighs irritably.]

We're going to need to set up a chain of command immediately.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

Meant no offense, ma'am. You're right. [Good thing you can't see his face, Mina. He's turned redder than a strawberry.] You seem pretty convinced that we're in danger.

Is there something you know? Have you seen any enemies?

[primogen_vampirate]

I was dealing with a very powerful, very dangerous man before arriving here. I imagine he was responsible for our arrival.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

[Loki? Maybe, but he thought Loki had returned to Asgard with Thor.]

Sounds like someone I've had a run in with. Don't suppose this dangerous man of yours is a Norse God?

[primogen_vampirate]

He called himself "the Baron." I don't know about Norse gods per se, but he certainly could be mistaken for one, under the right circumstances.

Is this the man in a cow and a half of leather Coulson was describing?

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

That an official title? [Loki wouldn't use another alias, would he? Steve thought Loki was a little too vain for that.

He'd been about to ask for a description of "the Baron"... when she mentioned Coulson.]

Coulson?

[primogen_vampirate]

Yes, I spoke with him briefly in an attempt to coordinate efforts. Apparently this signal is being broadcast to everyone with one of these...

...devices.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

[Coulson. Agent Phil Coulson. THE Coulson? He was... alive?]

Thought he was dead. I, uh, sorry. The devices, right.

[Steve's just going to try to take this one step at a time. Slowly.]

So, they've got radio transmitters, but no private channels? Should we be discussing this over these devices if everyone can hear? What if this "Baron" fellow of yours has got one too?

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh, I imagine he'd be aware of this conversation regardless. Since he isn't showing his face at the moment, however, I'm going to assume he's occupied with plotting our demise.

Assuming, of course, that he's the one responsible for this. There are, I'm sure, other likely candidates.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

You make him seem like more than just one guy. He even human?

[Oh, that's good. An omnipotent murderer?]

We haven't got time to waste then. We should look for a place to gather folks and sort things out there. That way we can keep close watch of everyone in case this Baron decides to act.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'm meeting Agent Carter. in the last house on the way to the dock on the left Join us. We'll go from there.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

Copy that, uh, as soon as I've got things at the fountain figured out.

[primogen_vampirate]

Good luck, Captain.