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Peggy Carter	When Peggy got the communication from Mystique, she invited the woman down to her office. On a Sunday, so it means that Peggy's come in on the weekend despite promises to her husband to be off. She's even bothered to put on a proper suit -- something a little old fashioned with a double breast and a-line skirt, navy and green tartan. Her hair isn't in the complicated vintage waves she often wears but tucked back in two slim pinned rolls down the side of her head. She has a pot of tea already brewing when the receptionist escorts both Mystique and Clarice upstairs to her offices. Peggy smiles to see them, but she can't entirely hide the exhaustion around her eyes and warm face. The stern Director of SHIELD, despite her proper suit, looks softer and a bit more warm than people might expect of her. And definitely tired. She's been coordinating this evacuation around the clock for what feels like days. "Ladies...come in. There's tea, both caffinenated and not. I can make coffee, if you prefer it." Her British accent slips out quietly and professionally.
Mystique	There was a time, not that long ago, that the mere sight of the cobalt blue mutant would cause law enforcement agencies to go into 'arrest it' mode. Today was just one more new page in the long journey to 'rehabilitation' that Mystique would face. The Triskelion, home of SHIELD, a place quite literally filled with agents who were trained to go after people like she used to be. Approaching the entrance to the building she wore a tailored three piece suit in white, the neckline of the blouse beneath a bit too low for 'business' style. On her feet she sported a pair of white leather pumps, the heel reasonable height, no sense walking around in spiked heels. She wore her flaming red hair down, letting the full length hang down her back and halo her face. Greeting the receptionist, she followed the woman to the office of Peggy Carter, one of those many people Mystique kept a file on. It was always a good idea to know your enemy, even when your enemy stopped being an enemy. "Thank you for seeing us," the blue mutant offers once they have been shown in. "Tea would be lovely, thank you."
Clarice Ferguson	"Oh, I'm happy with either, thanks." Clarice's tone is cheerful, and the magenta-hued woman offers a broad-lipped smile to the leader of SHIELD, before she turns full-circle to take in the office in its entirity. "You have a nice place here," she remarks, in a friendly tone, as she returns her gaze to Peggy. "Clarice Ferguson by the way - though you probably have a whole dossier on me, huh?" For the occassion, Clarice has dressed in a business suit (yes, she owns one or two of those) - unsurprisingly, in green as she seems to favor the color. There's a long slit up the sides of the skirt, and the blouse under the jacket is in a much softer shade of green. There's even a simple silver and diamond pendant sparkling at her throat.
Peggy Carter	Looking the two women up and down, Peggy's brows slightly arch. She's studying them curiously for a few heartbeats, a small, thoughtful smile on her ever-red lips. "Mystique. Ms. Ferguson. Yes... I do have a dossier on both of you. I find they tend to pale in comparison to the real thing. Just as I suspect you have files on me." Peggy states, looking very much not like the 100 years old she is. In fact, she looks barely 30, other than the exhaustion behind her eyes. But that comes with any long week of work. "Please, sit. I am curious... what you have to offer to this evacuation plan and, more so, how we should get people to trust what you are offering, considering the... History you have." Peggy doesn't seem angry or suspicious of it, though. She's curiously open to the possibilities. She pours them both out cups of the well brewed, slightly smoky black tea, where as she opts for the smaller pot of uncaffinenated ginger herself, the slightly spicy scent clear on the air as she pours. "But sit.. Sit. Relax. I suspect it will be the only relaxing we do for several days." Peggy smiles a bit warmer, leading the way by sitting down herself again.
Mystique	A smile is offered to the woman, the remainder of Mystique's face a well practiced neutral mask that reveals nothing of what she is really thinking or feeling. So perfected in this mask, that there is no indication of the nervousness that resides within the mutant. Moving to settle herself into a chair, she crosses one leg over the other and folds her hands in her lap. "Please, call me Raven," is the first thing she says, then once Clarice has sat down she continues. "There are two possible answers to that question, Ms Carter. The first is perhaps the easiest of answers and easiest of solutions, we don't tell them it's the Brotherhood. Yes, it would be wonderful for the world to see that the Brotherhood is willing to sacrifice and do our part for the world, or in this case the city, but that's not what matter right now. What matters is ensuring the safety of the citizens of Manhattan, and that means getting them out." Keeping her voice even and calm, that smile remaining in place, Mystique's yellow eyes sparkle slightly as she accepts the offered tea with a polite, "Thank you." then she continues. "The second choice is not as simple of course, but the full truth. I prefer full disclosure myself, but merely seek to offer the two options I see. We tell the full truth, your words, my words, all the words, that the Brotherhood has changed and those who wish to get out as quickly as possible can trust in the Justice League Dark, and SHIELD's decision to accept the aid of the Brotherhood during the evacuation."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice drops into one of the seats opposite Peggy when invited, and just for a moment it looks like she might opt to really get comfortable - to drape herself sideways across the offered chair - before she shifts her position, and sits properly. Nope. Be good. This is the head of SHIELD and all.     "As for //what// we can do," Clarice remarks in a calm voice, as she starts adding cream and sugar to her tea, "well, we can significantly expedite the evacuation - as well as provide cover and protection for evacuees if we can't get everyone out of Manhattan in time. We're also happy to offer temporary relocation and housing for evacuees on both Genosha and Asteroid M. We can comfortably house... what's it up to now? About a hundred and twenty thousand evacuees on Genosha? More if we can be provided with more tents and food supplies. Genosha certainly has the space."     She takes a sip of her tea before adding, "And if you can get people to an evacuation point - I can get them to Genosha." She lifts one hand, and beside her a tear opens up in the fabric of reality, tinged around its edges in a purpleish energy. Visible through the tear? A pristine looking tropical beach, and some of the aforementioned tents being constructed as they speak. She leaves the view for a handful of seconds, before the tear seals itself.
Peggy Carter	The older woman listens quietly to the mutants, her hands folded around her cup of tea. She's sitting straight in her tall backed chair, not exactly comfortably. This is clearly business to her. She lets out a slow sigh through her nose at Raven's possibilities of telling people, but Clarice's words are a bit more reassuring. Practicalities are nicer than trying to predict the public. "We're already starting a slow evacuation, with more orders and organized exiting the city in the morning. We have three days, which is the evac plan I've had in effect with the Pentagon for years. The biggest challenge? Getting people to go. Getting businesses to move, or stop work. The Dow is going to take a hit no matter what. Washington is up in arms over the fact that I'm making this request at all and people aren't going to believe there is at threat until their are monsters in the sky. So... getting people to trust the Brotherhood to do something they *don't* want to do at all... that's going to be a nightmare. However, the last minute...desperate hold outs? They might be harder to get out and need it faster. We'll know more in two days. If you want me to be honest... we'll be honest. I dislike lying to people. But that probably means you'll be doing a lot more emergency last minute evacuation from stubborn and stupid people, than just helping with the general plan. I can't force people to go with either of you."
Mystique	A hint of cream is added to the tea, then Mystique takes a small sip as she listens to Peggy. It was the concern the cobalt mutant had had the entire time as well, that most people wouldn't want aid from mutants, that most humans would rather die than accept help from the Brotherhood. She understood why, her thinking wasn't based in her usual dislike for mutants, it was based entirely in the reality that the Brotherhood had royally fucked up. "I would like for you to claim that cruise ships I've arranged are part of SHIELDs evacuation plans," she offers softly after a moment of thought. "That it /not/ a lie. The ships are being offered to you as part of your plans for evacuation over all, so it will be telling the truth." Glancing toward Clarice for a moment, she was glad to have brought her. Sometimes having the magenta mutant's plain speaking, no 'business face' form of communication made it easier for Mystique to keep her 'game face' on. "In regards to waiting until the stragglers are desperate to get out," she lifts her shoulders in a slight shrug. "If that is how it needs to be, then that is how it needs to be. The people /need/ to get out of Manhattan, and if they can't accept help without seeing the truth of the heavenly host breathing down there necks, then so be it. My people are willing to take the risk of getting people out up to, and even during, the fighting."
Clarice Ferguson	"...it won't be the first time I've done so," Clarice confirms quietly, a troubled frown darkening her features for a moment. No about, the file on Clarice's history mentions her attempt to get people out of Genosha as it fell - and how she'd spent a month in a coma afterwards from the injuries she'd recieved.     "I'll do what it takes to get people out. And I can evacuate them to multiple locations - but the more I have to open and close portals, the more quickly I'll tire. So if possible, arranging people into large groups - a few thousand people heading to Los Angeles, and then a few thousand people going to a refugee camp in Tennesse - that sort of thing, I can move more people with less exhaustion that way.     "And once people are out of the way..." She gives a shrug of her shoulders. "We help with the fight. If you want to be able to fire a weapon at the angels without them having a chance to react... do you mind?" She reaches across Peggy's desk, hardly waiting for her to reply, and takes a pen. Then, with a flick, she launches the pen through a small portal - only to have it emerge from a secon portal that appears just in front of Mystique. It thumps harmlessly against Mystique's chest - and then falls into her lap. "Gotcha, boss," she remarks brightly.     "I mean, and that's just what //I// do..."
Peggy Carter	Tired dark eyes weigh on Raven for a few moments as the woman talks about waiting for desperate people. A bitter, tight sort of smile crosses Peggy's lips and she gives a slight shake of her head. "It is always that way. I have been through wars, natural disasters, and bombings. No matter how much you tell people it is dangerous, how hard hit the place will be, people never want to believe they have to leave their homes. Frankly, it's a miracle we have this much notice. We could save every non-combatant life in Manhattan, if people would just listen. Instead, I have politicians calling me unAmerican and a whole city ready to call for my head because I'm asking them to leave town for a week. There will be more stragglers than we can count." She gives a quiet nod to Clarice as the woman says she's done it before, "I know." She definitely has a long file on the mutant. Then she's sitting back in her chair, watchin the little show with the pen. She smirks, a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes. Her fingertips bring her ginger tea to her lips, the sip buying her some time to think. "As for the fight, SHIELD is not coordinating that. We have some people on the ground -- Jonathan Sims and his husband among them -- but this is not a fight we started. My priority is to keeping the people of New York safe -- which means getting them out of the way. We'll set up evacuation points for the last minute people... hopefully that will help tax you less. And the boats? Sounds good. All a part of SHIELD's plan." She gives Raven a wry, almost apologetic, smile.
Mystique	Another small sip of the tea is enjoyed before Mystique rests the cup back on her upper leg, watching the little display that Clarice does with a look of complete indifference. Later she would thump Clarice for it, but right now wasn't the time or the place. Collecting the pen, she offers Peggy an apologetic smile before leaning forward to lay it back in the place Clarice had taken it from. "Politics are a pain in the rump," she states, lining the pen up perfectly before sitting back. "I loath them, but I understand them. I do not envy your position Ms Carter, but I thank you for being willing to put yourself in it." She takes another glance over at Clarice, no warning, nothing obvious in her expression, but Clarice can see it in the yellow eyes... that small warning to 'knock it off'. "If the only way we can offer assistance is to remain the 'back up' plan for those people who will remain, and yes I agree, having lived through both World Wars," eyes shift back to Peggy. "And numerous other similar situations, people are not going to leave... so if we are the back up plan to get them out, so be it. The letter told you the specific resources regarding long range and short range teleporters."
Clarice Ferguson	For just a moment, Clarice's smile actually broadens at the look she gets from Mystique - but the way she sits back into her seat, picking up her tea for a polite sip, is a sign that she intends to follow the subtle warning. There is, after all, a fair bit of difference between a mildly annoyed employer - and a furious one.     "I can promise you I'll do whatever I can to save lives - and I'm not the only one who feels that way. This our world, our reality - and if what we've been told is true... There can't be a more important fight. We'll do our part."
Peggy Carter	"If... what I have heard is accurate, I do not know if this will be a fight at all. Or, more likely, if we start fighting, I suspect we have already failed. Whatever these creatures are, they think they are on the side of righteousness and morality. They will judge us unfit when violence begins. Maybe... Maybe we are. I don't know." Peggy is very tired. For a flicker of a moment, the 100 years she's lived is clear behind her eyes, instead of the 29 her face and genetics show. She sighs and sinks back into her chair. "But, the help is appreciative. Everything you outlined in the letter will be used, Raven. Clarice, I will get you four major teleporation locations. Two up town, one mid town, one down town. SHIELD will get people there, you just get them out, when things are getting tough. I simply needed to... look you both in the eye. To be certain you were all serious about this. It wasn't some trick. And if it ends up being that? If you decide to punish humanity in the middle of a crisis? I will hunt both of you down. And I will make certain you see justice. Understood?"
Mystique	Leaning forward again, Mystique sets the cup of tea on the edge of Peggy's desk, then sits back to look the woman right in the eyes. The mask slips away, as intended, revealing a determined, strong, serious mutant but no trickery or deceit. "If I wanted to punish humanity, I'd let them all die in Manhattan, but I understand why you said that. Threats however, don't effect me any more. I've heard them all, numerous times." She offers a single nod to Peggy, one of respect and acknowledgement. "I have no intentions of hurting anyone with this Ms. Carter, I just want to help."
Clarice Ferguson	"The threat is unnecessary but understood, ma'am," Clarice agrees grimly, giving a nod of her head. "I would have given my life to evacuate Genosha," and she very nearly did. "...I have more to live for these days, but I'll still do everything I can to save lives. People are people. I believe that firmly - and honestly, if we ever want to prove that to the rest of humanity - we need to behave accordingly. So //that// is what you'll see from the Brotherhood." There's steely determination in her gaze, the jovial humor gone from her features for the moment.