1238/Going for the Gold

Going for the Gold
Date of Scene:	01 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	1075, Booster Gold

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Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Senator Creed's office is one of many inside the senate building. Skeets can help Booster find it. He'll enjoy the trip in because as soon as he shows up reporters are on him like a pool of sharks asking him what he is doing there, who is he coming to see, how did he get chosen to be a Green Lantern, and many other questions all at the same time. He will have to fight his way past the paparazzi to even get to the upper floors of the building.

Once past the first, more public floors he meets up with security who have been told he was coming so they nod him in. Then into the Senator's office where a team of dedicated staff members work late going over bills and talking policy wonk until Booster walks in the door.

Seeing booster one of them says, "Ah, Mr. Gold. Glad you could make it. I'm Kirin." the man says, "May I get you coffee or anything before you go in?" he asks one woman calls someone on the phone, another one gets ready to take a photo of Booster shaking Kirin's hand when the man offers it to Booster with a smile and his introduction.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster lands to the fanfare of the Press Corps, smiling and waving. Hey, looking good! Nice jacket. No, I'm just here to look good, maybe close some contracts-- hey, you can be a superhero and make MONEY, right?

Someone says 'Green Lantern' and Booster's smile fades away.

"This interview is over!" he remarks, and flies skywards to see if he can get into a window.

As it turns out, the windows in the Senate Building don't actually open, and he's required to fly around until a Congressional Mall Cop shouts at him to stop buzzing the roof. Grumbling under his breath, he follows the steps inside, and Skeets gets him lost.

Twice.

Well, once, but it REALLY looked like a 6 instead of an 8 on that door.

Finally arriving, Booster blinks at the welcome, but hey--! Publicity.

"Sure thing, coffee would be great! Four creams, four sugars, a little dollop of amaretto if you can get it," he says.

Big handshake, mug for the camera, CHEESE!

"So, uh, hey? Where's Senator Creed?" he asks, looking around the offices.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Senator Creed is in the back office inside this office. He opens the door and invited the hero and his sidekick inside to the office with the full sized big-boy desk just for the senator. The desk is covered with tablets and strangely in 2025, paper. Because the government still runs on the bark of dead trees. "In here, Mr. Gold." the Senator says smiling at Booster.

His press guy gets to work on the photo right away saying, "Thanks Mr. Gold!" and one of the other people bring him his coffee just the way he likes it. "Here you are, Mr. Gold." he says and Creed steps back making room for Booster to come inside his office as the senator walks back around his desk and sits back down.

Booster Gold has posed:
It's a whirlwind of activity around Booster Gold, and it's just the way he likes his coffee- hot, strong, and full of ... heavy cream and sweeteners?

Either way, he's a bit on his heels but drinking in every bit of it, and Skeets hovers a few inches over even Booster's head so he doesn't get clipped by a flying elbow or something.

"Hey, this is great," Booster says, sipping his coffee. "Man, best thing about Past Earth: real coffee. All we had in the future is soykafe," he tells Graydon. "You can get /some/ coffee but it's like, crazy expensive-- only big corporate types drink it."

He slurps. Loudly. And indelicately.

Sitting on the chair he flings one ankle across the opposite thigh and balances his coffee on his knee, looking at Graydon through the subtle gold tint of his visor.

"So, Mister Senator Creed! What can I do for you?"

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
The Senator says, "Sorry for keeping you waiting. I know you are very busy." that whole 30 seconds of Booster's life he will never get back! "As I said, I made arrangements for a friend of mine to find you a top quality agent. One of the best. " he says as Creed settles back into his chair, "He's already talking to several shoe companies, brands of toothpaste and an energy drink company about you. He's letting them fight over who gets you so that you'll get the best deal. " Creed explains as he offers Booster Dirk Davis card. It's all legit, he really is a good agent and investor. "Big contributor to the party. Lots of connections." he praises the man, "Use to work for the Daily Planet I think." the Senator says, "As for what you can do for me, I just have some questions, very basic stuff for your profile for the NSA and all that. We need to set up a security clearance for you." he explains.

Booster Gold has posed:
"Fantastic!" Booster says. He stares at the card, then looks up at Skeets. Skeets makes a dippy gesture that resembles a shrug, and Booster reaches out to examine the card.

<<Sir, I believe that's a business card,>> Skeets remarks, ever-helpful. <<It holds personal information for Mister Dirk Davis. I have logged it into my membanks and you can contact him whenever is convenient!>>

"Oh. Oh! Thanks Skeets!" Booster says, before handing the card back to Creed. He leans back into his chair, slouched with a lazy comfort, and sips more coffee.

"So wow, the whole ten meter push, huh?" he marvels. "Well, that's why I came back to this era-- crack some skulls, do some good, set some money aside," he says, flashing a Colgate grin at Creed. "What kinda questions you got?"

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Offering Booster a sheet and clipboard made of dead tree, the Senator passes him a pen and "It's your basic paperwork, height, age, eyecolor. Your preference for passwords if the NSA ever needs to make sure you are not an shape shifter, email address, phone and a 4 digit pin number we can use to set up your dial in number to get access to the CIA special clearance hotline." he explains then he looks at Skeet, "I also have a test for your A.I." he says as he reaches into his desk and pulls out a portable hard drive. "This contains research on a problematic genetic sequence. A birth defect that affects a small percentage of the population. There isn't a lot of political will to fund the research for it because it affects so few people. We would like to see how long it would take Skeet to process the data and complete the research. Compare his calculation and reasoning skills. To get a general idea of his capacity, if that's ok?" Creed asks taking out a stop-watch. Of course the affliction in the data is the X-Gene which does cause problems when it presents so everything he said is true, "It would take our scientists months, maybe years to sequence a retro-virus. With his processing power from the future, he could push the research ahead by years, if you don't mind?" he asks making it sound all for a good cause.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster looks at the paper and hands it to Skeets. The little AI That Helps starts flicking a laser over the surface of the paper; in moments, all Booster's relevant vitals are laser-etched on the form, in perfect size 10 government-approved font.

Booster signs his name on the bottom in big, obnoxious font: BOOOSTER GOLD, and hands it back to Creed. "There! Man, I don't know how you guys even do without personal data assistants," he remarks, putting his hands behind his head. "Lame. Paperwork and stuff? We don't even learn handwriting anymore, man. It's all typing and you do signatures on the 'merch," he tells Creed.

Humming thoughtfully, Skeets approaches the hard drive and examines it with a little electrical probe. <<Mister Booster, I'm very sorry,>> Skeets says, apologizing profusely. <<But this is a binary electronic data storage system. My fuzzy logic circuits and crystallized sodium processing matrices are unable to interface with it.>>

"Darnit Skeets!" Booster says, coming off his relaxed posture. "You're makin' me look bad in front of the Senator!"

<<I feel just awful about it sir,>> Skeets blinks at Booster. <<I really wish I could help!>>

"Dangit. Well, maybe Beetle can help," Booster grumbles, snatching up the drive and putting it into his pocket for later.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Meh, if he can get them to interface and bring back the results Creed doesn't care. "Just keep that between you and I. If you find the answer we'll have to put it through FDA testing. We don't want to get people's hopes up announcing the cure before it's approved and ready to market. We'll name it after you two if you get it to work. BG-250 the Gold Standard in genetic medicine." he says just tossing out the idea.

Then he looks at the robot, "Yeah, I gotta admit, I need one just like him. I don't imagine you could pop back to the future and buy me one if I set up a bank account for you with a few billion dollars in the future?" he asks.

Booster Gold has posed:
"No can dooskies," Booster tells Creed, shaking his head as he floats the idea of a return trip. "I took a trippy portal thing to the past. The scientists told me it's a one way trip-- they might be able to get a hold of me sometime and see about a portal back, but time flows, like, differently at different points? I wasn't paying attention. Could be six weeks, could be six months. Could be six years."

"They said more like six months, but--" he shrugs.

Of course it's all bullshit. The time machine's parked behind Ted Kord's mother's shed and not functioning due to an incident with a waffle iron, a 64 ounce soda, and a pressurized container of whipped cream.

"Nope, Skeets is one of a kind," Booster says proudly. "Cutting edge, 24th century tech."

Another lie. Skeets was a museum piece working as a night tour guide when Booster 'acquired' him.

"But hey, if we can help save some lives, come up with an inoculation-- anything to help, right Skeets?"

<<Yessir!>> the little gold drone says, whirring in an excited twirling circle.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Standing up from his desk the Senator reaches out his hand, "And that attitude is why I'm proud to back you while you rise to greatness." he says smiling as he offers a parting handshake, "You're good people. I look forward to working with you in the future. If you need anything, just give me a call." he says. Sure he didn't get what he wanted right away but maybe, maybe in the near future. "When you are at the Justice League Headquarters next time, please do tell Batman I apologize for causing that controversy on Twitter. I know he said he was secretly a big fan of yours so if you could smooth the water over for me, that would be great." because Batman picked a fight with Creed and Creed fights dirty.

Booster Gold has posed:
"Uh.... sure!" Booster says, shaking Creed's hand eagerly. "I'll mention it to him... because Batman and me. Total buddies," he assures Creed, that strong, idiotic chin wagging along.

"I'm looking forward to working with our leaders in Congress. Hey, maybe someday I'll run!" he jokes, halfway out the door.

<<Sir, I'm afraid only US Citizens can run for Congress,>> Skeets says as they walk down the hall.

"Well, then don't tell them about the Maple Syrup revolts and I won't mention that we're technically Canadian," Booster mutters at Skeets, through gritted teeth.