1209/Topsy Turvy

Topsy Turvy
Date of Scene:	29 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Singh, Nick Fury

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Singh has posed:
It was a good evening. Everything was going smooth. It was cool out. It was nice for going out and enjoying some shopping. What could go wrong on such a night? Well It could start raining, A few people could be trying to rob a small convenience store, The young Indian woman could have gotten in over her head. Yup All these things COULD have happened. Sadly they did! She was stopping for a drink when these guys came in with guns. She tried to stand up to them and one of them got the drop on her, tying her up. She had to use her abilities to break the ropes and end the robbery. The problem came about in the fact that she pretty much shreaded her clothes which are just barely hanging on at this time.

After all of this madness, She'd gotten her drink and made her way back to the Triskelion. Getting to it was a real trick but now she is here and walking in looking really rough at the moment. With her shredded clothing on her back, she makes her way toward the crew quarters, not really caring who sees just how sorta... half naked she is right now.

Nick Fury has posed:
The Triskelion is buzzing, even this time of night. Staff of all types maneuver about, engaged in intense conversations on their headsets, completing electronic paperwork, restocking coffee and water, and running toward some other destination in the massive complex.

A passing medic stops and clears her throat. "Are you alright, there? We can make a quick trip to the infirmary. I don't recall there being any expected stop-ins from tonight's debriefings."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh Looks at the Medic and sighs, "I'm fine. No damage except to my clothes. Not like a few pistol rounds would actually hurt me." She sighs. How she wish that wasn't starting to sound somewhat normal to her. Its all really messed up. "I just need to go change and then, I guess I need to see if anyone is awake tonight. I'd love to know if my paperwork went through." With that she walks her way into the Crew Quarters and into the temp room she's been staying in.

Nick Fury has posed:
There's a sign on the temp room door--an order for change of quarters, by way of a visit to the quartermaster's station first.

VISIT IMMEDIATELY

reads the document in bold and all-caps.

The quartermaster, meanwhile, is currently staffed by an individual who's clearly not pleased to be pulling third-shift duties.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh notes the sign and sighs, "Sorry, You're going to have to wait for me to change." She quickly slips into the quarters. A few moments later, she steps out wearing a SHIELD tee and a pair of sweat pants and sneakers. Grabbing the paperwork off the door she makes her way to the Quartermaster's office.

A knock on the door is given and Ginger slips in. "Good evening Sir. I found this on my door? Whats going on. You all aren't kicking me off the Triskelion are ya? Cause I don't exactly have another job thanks to all of this."

Nick Fury has posed:
The bored quartermaster sighs and rubs his face. "Let me see that..." he says dismissively, taking the paperwork from Ginger.

After a moment of perusal, he reaches nearby and grabs a stamp to endorse the document. "Alright," he says. "No, you're not being kicked off. But you've got to take your newly requisitioned equipment to the new quarters."

The quartermaster pushes himself to his feet with a quiet groan. "Just a moment." The man disappears before returning with a number of items in a box. "Sheets. Uniform. Sidearm. Holster. All standard-issue. But wait," he says dully, "there's more."

He shuffles off to procure another box of items.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh accepts the gear. She looks at it and blinks a few times, "Oh OH!" This get her to smile a bit. "I'm sorry Are you alright, Sir?" She addresses him and tries to make sure he is alright. "You just seem a bit down tonight." She looks around the office. It is late in the evening. If not for the fact that she just got in from a rather crappy situation, she'd be in bed by now.

Nick Fury has posed:
"Just had a few days of really crap scheduling, is all. Guess it comes with being a relatively new guy." The quartermaster shrugs. "You'll get used to it after a few years. Hell," he adds after a brief pause, "I've only been here...four? Yeah, four, four years myself."

He offers a weary smile. "Guess it takes all kinds, right? Told my third-grade teacher I wanted to be a super-spy some day." The man holds up his hands and looks around. "Well, here I am. I made it, ma," he adds sarcastically.

"Hope you've got some sort of skill beyond great memory and organizational duties, kid," the quartermaster chuckles.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh accepts the extra box and nods, listening. "You could say that." She responds concerning skills. "I'm a cook. And I can do some things others can't." Like inflate parts of her body to snap rope. She shutters at that thought. "Well, It will get better right? Can't rain all the time." She looks toward the door. "I better get to my new quarters, and get the rest of my things out of the old room. Thank you. I guess, this means I'm offically part of SHIELD now. huh?"

Nick Fury has posed:
"Officially? Yeah," the quartermaster says. "Of course, some of the 'big dogs' that like to strut around these parts may not seem to notice you or remember your name until you've done some crazy Quartermain- or Carter-level stuff. But officially, yes."

He smiles and nods to the second box. "Cook'll be good, though. May end up making friends more quickly that way. I once heard about a cook that did some awesome stuff on a mission..."

The man trails off for a moment and then shakes his head. "Anyway. Yeah. Welcome and all that. Hope you get plenty of sleep tonight, 'cuz I'm sure the training will begin first thing in the morning."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh smiles a little, "Sadly that is not why they decided I should be here. I was in an accident and gained abilities. Anyway. Yeah. I will definitely sleep as best I can. If not tonight, then tomorrow." She smiles and gives a little salute.

Quietly she exits and carries her things to her new quarters. Once in there, she sets her things down and goes to grab the rest of her old things. Then back to her new place.

Quietly she begins unpacking her things. Her new gear is definitely interesting. A sidearm, holster, and everything else she could need. "Well you're in it now. In for penny, in for pound!"