2016-01-11 A History of Doubt and Hope
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Warning: N/A
2016-01-11
Players: Lissandra Peggy
GMed by Random Acts of Spongebob
Title: A History of Doubt and Hope

It's not often that Doctor Lissandra Vorhes, Agent of SHIELD has doubts about herself. But for the last few days she's been elbows deep in evidence from the site of human experimentation not seen on this Earth since the atrocities at the Auschwitz concentration camp. There, one Josef Mengele performed horrific experiments on people, experiments designed to learn how to artificially enhance the human body.

Artificially enhancing the human body is the particular specialty of Doctor Vorhes.

So to purge her mind of the combo platter of history-induced doubts and very present day visceral disgust, she's at the SHIELD gym working the obstacle course which has been modified to account for her parapalegic state. Her legs are tucked up under her and bound in a harness and she has reinforced gloves on her hands. She makes it up the starter, a rope climb that gets her on the level of the rest of the obstacles; all designed to be traversed by hands and arms alone. Focusing on the purely physical, on the good that's come from her work in human augmentation, is helping. A little.

***

Having received the initial reports on the bodies, Peggy knew that Lissandra had to be hurting. No one human could go through that and not be sickened by it, or worse. So, the Director asked the computer where to find the woman and, ten minutes later, she's stepping into the room where she expects Lissandra to be. Peggy will not interrupt her work out, part of her understanding that the woman may just need physical distraction. Instead, she steps to the side and silently watches, just a touch of hooded concern in her dark eyes. She's looking rather tired herself, no one has slept well lately, but her gray suit is neat as a pin, hair and make up in place. She's still doing all she can to appear the untouchable director.

***

Lissandra makes her way through the obstacle course with only a few mis-'steps' where the course requires her to work around the dead weight that's wrapped up beneath her waist. When she reaches the end in what her training records would show to be an average for her twelve minutes she doesn't move except to hand-walk over to her chair, snag a water bottle then lean against the chair while rehydrating. She looks up after the bottle is drained and nods tiredly to Director Carter. "Ma'am. I would like to officially state for the record that I am completely in favor of torching anything and anyone in Hydra until nothing is left but blood and dust."

***

"We tried that for about 10 years, Dr. Vorhes, and it wasn't apparently enough. But the sentiment is shared and I am certainly up for trying again." Peggy states flatly, a line of sympathy through her tired, husky voice. She studies Lissandra's features, now, watching the woman with a bit of deeper concern in her gaze, seeing just how tired she looks and if it seems if she's lost any weight over the last few days. "I did not mean to interrupt your work out but… I… I wanted to check up on you. I read the initial reports. I know it's been….trying."

***

Lissandra's body looks no different than it normally does. Her muscle tone is good, her skin is flushed but in good shape. All of her hair is bound in a single braid that's as thick as her leg and falls down to the floor as she sits and then a few feet extra as well. It's just her eyes that show how exhausted she is.

"In my line of work, the subject of the Nazi human experiments comes up regularly. Every doctor focused on human augmentation has to settle themselves with how our field got started in the modern era. And it's a hard question, but the fact that it was all generations ago…" She shakes her head and starts to untangle her legs from the harness they're in. "After the past few days, it's now a lot more immediate." She lets out a long breath and offers Peggy a tires smile. "I'll be alright once I've had… some time to process. Thank you for coming down, though. I appreciate it."

***

It's those eyes that worry Peggy more than anything. The director listens in silence, letting Lissandra get her thoughts out without any pressure to end or keep speaking. She's trying to make it easy to speak to her, even if Peggy often isn't the easiest person TO address. It seems the brunette is working on changing that. "HYDRA… has always followed such experimentation. The fact that they've taken it to another level is, sadly…not a surprise. It… " Then Peggy's gaze falls, a line set into her lips as she tries to think back through it all. Considering she was on the original Project Rebirth team, she cannot exactly throw stones. "If…if you want to talk more, I'm listening. We can go for coffee. Or… head up to my office. Or whatever is best for you."

***

With her legs free, Lissandra balls up the harness and stuffs it in a pocket on her chair before hauling herself up and nodding in the general direction of the elevator. "I've got what just might be the best coffee maker in the building up in my HQ suite. I bet I can put together something resembling decent tea as well." She takes the break in the topic as a welcome reprieve, even if it will just be temporary.

***

"I think I could actually go for coffee tonight. None of us are quite as well rested these days as we should be. That… sounds like not a poor choice." Peg gives her a half smile, waiting patiently as the woman gets herself settled back into the chair and ready to go. There is no rush in Peggy for once, she's made time for this. Possibly even cleared her schedule for the whole night. Once Lissandra is ready, she follows her out and towards the woman's suite, Peggy's high heels clicking soft on the ground behind. Everything seemed just a bit too silent, too stark, right now.

***

"Coffee it is, then." Lissandra leads the way to her suite, the lights and various appliances coming to life as her implants send a series of signals. Her suite's layout is identical to all the rest in the building, but she's put her own stamp on things. The interior doors have been removed to allow her chair free movement. The bedroom has been turned into a private medical suite with all of her diagnostic and maintenance equipment in place along with a suspension tank. Half of the main room has been given over to exercise equipment and the other half is laid out in a very normal manner with worn but very comfortable chairs and a sofa in place around an oak coffee table and very normal entertainment center.

She gets the coffee going and then looks thoughtful before also turning on the suite's audio system. She smiles at Peggy and nods towards the sofa and chairs. "Please, make yourself at home. Mi casa and all that." Once all it started she sets her wheelchair in the 'living space' area but doesn't get out of it just yet. "I really do appreciate your company, Director. If you'll forgive me, I think we both look like we could use the time away from current events."

***

"You…You can call me Peggy, off duty. I'm not here to get you to explain a report or write another one." It's one of the most personal things Peg Carter has ever said to one of her agents, and her voice is still rather distant as she offers that, but she's making an active effort it would seem. Peggy looks around the place, studying the walls, the more comfortable setting that is Lissandra's living space. It was definitely more homey than Peggy's office, where she lived most of the time anyway. "..and yes, we both could. I need to… fix the schedules a bit better. Pull people off this case faster. It'll get to everyone — badly — if we don't take breaks from it."

***

Lissandra nods and smiles at the informality allowance. "Peggy, then. Off the clock back home, most folks called me Lissa." In her home space and starting to relax, Lissandra's native New Orleans accent comes a bit more to the fore of her speach. She recognizes that Peggy isn't fully out of formal mode and can figure out why but is also grateful for the effort. When the mention is made of keeping people on short rotations on the current case she nods her agreement. "I kept my people on the pure labwork. Did the autopsies myself, changed out my assistants on each body. Then when the last was done I gave the lot of them a 48-hour furlough and told them to come back with hangovers or not at all." She grins as she says this last part in the manner of one reciting an old joke. "But yeah, in this line of work it's best to include relaxation in one's schedule. Otherwise it just gets forgotten."

***

That information makes Peggy arch a brow, staring at Lissandra a bit closer, "That's quite kind of you and I'm glad you take care of your people that well, but you forgot one important person — yourself. Next two days off. That's an order, alright? Lab work takes time anyway and you've done enough." Peggy states flatly, her tone leaving no room for agument. Once that business is out of the way, she steps over and sinks down into sitting in the closest, most comfortable chair to Lissandra's position. She softens her tone with her next words, tilting her head, "Lissa, then."

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