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|Date of Scene=2021/04/28
|Location=WayneTech, Gotham City Campus
|Synopsis=Tim and Phoebe encounter a bad egg at WayneTech. Phoebe gets a job offer. Tim's D&D books are in danger.
|Cast of Characters=9450,54
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe had a lot to do, between protecting the city, being a student, and work. It was a horrible combo when you factor in that her work was, in fact, at a coffee shop and was deadfully reluctant to give her understanding hours.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is why she had applied for a mailroom position at WayneTech -- without telling Tim, and definitely without telling Bruce. She was wearing a nice gray jacket over a a polite, cream-colored blouse and black slacks. She wore nice shoes that didn't look too out of place, and she had fresh braids in her hair -- having gotten up extra early to go to the shop. She had her braids pulled back with a demure gold band, and was walking around after the very severe looking Oliver Brand. Mr. Brand (he hated being called Ollie) was wearing a very crisp charcoal suit, with a blue pocket square and matching tie. His hair was close cut, brown and graying, and fortunately Phoebe was able to keep up with his much longer strides as he went through the rules and regulations he expected the supervisor under him to expect. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, if someone was monitoring Phoebe's phone location, what a *coincidence* she was in the WayneTech building!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake does not monitor it really he does not, but he has set up places where he gets a ping if family members go, and Phoebe has been added to that list. So, sitting in his office he got a ping, when Phoebe came in, expecting her to be coming to his office, when a bit later she has not shown up, he actually does check and hmms finding her still in the building.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mr. Brand, additionally, does not seem to mind gossip that this young woman, college student, lower middle class, was in fact dating Tim Drake. Otherwise, he might have minded his manners a little bit more. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now, mailroom work begins strictly at eight am, which means you'll have to be in the building fifteen minutes early. Do you think you can make it to the building that early?" he questions her, as they sit down in one of the little table areas. He plucks his very expensive tablet and its keyboard dock, and begins to take notes. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Input into the system: Beacon, Phoebe. Age: 19. Address: Listed in Nantwich. Accomplished student in public school, attends Gotham University. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, I'm sure if I miss the bus, I can hitch a ride with my boyfriend. He works elsewhere in the building." she states with a smile, folding her hands and setting them on the table. Very professional.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will resist the urge for a bit but eventually, he will tap into the security camera looking to see if he can find Phoebe. Finding her talking to Brand, he is a bit surprised, and will que up the sound to see whats going on. He did not intend to spy but he is the curious type.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I see. I assume he's not one of our /stellar/ workers, hence why you didn't put him on your resume as a reference." Brand states, pulling up her references and giving a dismissive snort. Nathan Emilio, friend and classmate. A professor from the Anthropology department and her shift supervisor from Lotsa Coffee. No one who currently works at Wayne Enterprises or WayneTech. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Are you used to doing a lot of lifting and staying on your feet?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am." Phoebe answers back with an affirmative nod. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What about thinking on your feet, following directions?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nothing I can't handle. I'm used to changing circumstances." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm /sure/ it's complicated working in a coffee shop." Oliver brand states.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake sighs a bit as he realizes Brand is kind of a dick, but hey all kinds of people need jobs. He does bring up Brand's work record on his other monitor to see if he can spot, why the man is an ass, or if it is something new with his behaviour.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brand works in HR. He's on the Compliance comittee, and is known for being *Ruthlessly Compliant* with everything, from his haircut to the extremely punctual manner in which his timeclock is processed. Everything is just very precise, exact -- and there were a few 'meetings' regarding some choice words which were chalked up to a misunderstanding -- but there were a lot of supervisors under him that have been quietly removed to other places. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, working in any food service, you think on your feet, trained in de-escalation and you learn to keep a lot of plates spinning -- sometimes, literally." Phoebe gives a pleasant smile back to Oliver, but it's clear that not even her aura is penetrating this guy!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hmms and will continue watching for a bit. He does check out Brand's internet footprint. The young man keeping a bit of an eye and ear on the interview, but now he is curious about the precise man. Sometimes that can be very useful but sometimes it can be problematic.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I see." Oliver states, tapping his fingers. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, Miss Beecham--" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's Beacon, like a light." Phoebe corrects helpfully. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm not sure you realize how serious of a demand we make on your time and effort. You must be punctual, and stay in top form, and on top of that, you will have to look presentable every time you are in the building -- and WayneTech does not approve of..." he trails off a moment, and gives a roll of his hand, "... ethnic hairstyles." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe looks very, very concerned there. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oliver Brand is 'one of those guys'. If they work for him, they have to speak English with no ethnic accents. They have to look and act white. He uses the term 'thug' to describe one of the workers in the janitorial staff who was there before Brand was hired -- in spite of the fact that Ronny, the man in question, signs up to play Santa for kids in the Narrows every year. So thug.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake frowns and puts an anonymous flag into the man's record that he gets a reevaluation done on his people skills, making sure it is done by someone ethnically different than him. The man maybe good at his job but don't need him doing wrong, or getting the corporation a lawsuit for discrimination. He ponders even having Lucius talk to the man.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you don't have a problem with looking professional, do you Miss Beakam?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Beacon, and what's wrong with having braided hair if it's kept out of the way?" she asks in challenge, looking for explaination. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I wouldn't expect a college kid to understand professionalism -- perhaps you're not cut out to work at a Wayne Holding company where you may interact with--" he trails off a oment, and then adds: "The office in general." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe looks Unimpressed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well. I know I could apply in R&amp;D as a translator. I'm sure on my resume you noted that I speak English and Japanese fluently, and my concentration in INternational Business is with Japanese technological business dealings. I would be comfortable switching between offices at the drop of a hat, but I figured a mailroom position would be easier for me to manage if the hours were flexible." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oliver stares at her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you would never be able to cut it in R&amp;D."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will frown more, and transfers the camera to a tablet. He pops a blue tooth ear piece in to listen to what is going on. He starts to head down towards the mailroom offices. He ponders a reason to be done there. He will stop and throw a couple books off a shelf, into a box taping it up, and putting in an address for a safe house they use in metropolis. He will head down towards the mailroom, wanting to make sure his package is mailed, listening and watching the interaction on his tablet. He has it set up to close with a twitch of his finger.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I assure you, Mr. Brand, I have contended with more difficult things than contending with international travel on a Monday Morning at Lotsa Coffee." she states, and she goes to stand. "But you are correct. I don't think I'm a good fit for WayneTech under you." she states, and goes to turn. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, if you wanted to be *under* me, that would be an entirely different conversation, wouldn't it?" Oliver states mildly, and goes to stand as well. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe has her back to him, but the camera Tim's watching would let him see her 'oh my god, that is so gross' face. The same face when they were talking about what goes into a haggis.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will hurry himself down to the office. He cancels the video but keeps the earpiece on. He does make sure it is being recorded in case it is needed. He keeps track of whats going on, being sure to make himself in the area outside Brand's office, asking someone there "Who he would need to talk to to get something shipped, as he is between assistants.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! Mr. Drake -- ah -- if you wanted it quickly, Mr. Brand is interviewing someone at the moment -- but I'm sure he wouldn't mind an interruption -- I'm pretty sure she'd like it!" one person states at the counter, motioning to where Phoebe is slowly turning to regard Oliver Brand, who is looking very, very smug.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will ponder for just a moment. He will nod to the person. He walks over towards the door, giving Phoebe a chance to reply to the man,, wanting to let her handle it if she wants to before knocking on the door.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe does not turn around, she reaches for the door to the office and she opens it -- and nearly knocks over tim in the process of leaving! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only through sheer will power did she not just trample the poor guy as she tries to escape the uncomfortable office space! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gasps, and looks up at him -- though Brand is there momentarily to hold the door open. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mr. Drake -- I apologize, Miss Bean was just on her way out from an interview -- what can I do to help?" she hasks, all smiles.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake blinks, and puts on an act that will surly fool Brand, but Phoebe knows him well enough that it will probably not fool her. "Phoebe, what are you doing here hon?" He asks her. "I was just coming down to get this package mailed to someone in Metropolis and needed it sent asap." He looks between her and the guy who he wants to throttle but can not show that.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was watching. Phoebe's eyes narrow a moment in understanding, but she draws a little to the side. "Of course, I can take care of that for y--" Brand states, and then pauses. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You two are... acquainted?" he asks, and then realization hits. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes -- I did mention, didn't I, that my boyfriend worked elsewhere at WayneTech? I was just trying to get in under my own merits. I'm sure you understand." she states stiffly. "So you can see why I'll have to refuse your offer." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oliver BRand goes pale. "Ah... as I said, Mr. Drake -- I can take care of that right away."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods, and offers the box to the other man, and looks to Phoebe, and says "So, did Mr Brand, offer you a job? I know you have the qualifications for a few different places in the offices. I still think you would be great in translations, but you looking about getting a position in HR hon?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oliver accepts the box, and looks at it. He could even drive itover, and it'd be quicker than trying to mail it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No, actually. I'm not professional enough to be working with people in the general office, because of my ethnic hair." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"--oh.. ah... about that..." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I figured at least working in the mailroom it would give me an excuse to meet you more often for lunch. Good thing I didn't turn my two weeks into Mona."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks to her, and says "Oh, your hair?" He looks over to Brand, and says "You have a problem with Phoebe's hair?" He reaches a hand to stroke over her breads "May I ask what your problem is? I mean her hair is long, but she keeps it well cared for, and it does not get into things. Heck even if were worried about her hair shedding wouldn't a hair net or hat cover that?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Uh, it wasn't about the risk it was..." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Because black-people hair isn't acceptable, apparently, at Wayne Tech." Phoebe interrupts, and then frowns. "I could straighten it, I suppose, but it takes much longer to get ready--" she trails off, then looks back to Tim. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I suppose I could always apply for that spot in Translation or if anything opened up in R&amp;D."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks over and says "If your wanting to work in the mail room, I have a feeling there is an opening coming up, complete with it's own office." He states roughly the size of Brand's office. "I am not sure if you would want the responsibility, but I know your a good judge of people and seems we could use that here.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I... uh.. I'll just go make sure this is delivered as quickly as it can be, Mr. Drake." Oliver states, and he quickly leaves the room, shuffling down the hallway and hisses 'Cancel the other two interviews!' to the other person behind the mailroom service counter. Phoebe watches him go. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... he told me I could have the job if I slept with him. How freaking gross."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks to her, and sighs "Yea, he is going to be sent through a lot of HR training, and transferred to a very cold place, preferable with crappy heating." He tells her. "So if you want the job, there will be an opening."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Heh, do you really expect me to be in charge of a bunch of mail room people? With *my* crazy schedule?" she asks good naturedly, and then she crosses one arm over her chest. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... but I agree, he needs to be moved."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake shrugs a bit and says "Well did not know if you would want it just to grind it to him a bit." He asks. "So, you seriously thinking about a job here in the mail room? Something I had not thought you would be interested in.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe gives a slight sigh, and glances over to Tim. "You got me. I don't want a mail room job, but Lotsa Coffee isn't... really..." she purses her lips a moment. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you wouldn't care if I stopped working at all so you could do the Rich Boyfriend thing, would you?" she comments, and gives a small laugh.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake shakes his head, and says "No, not unless you resented me for it." He offers her, and puts his arm around her. "You know I will support what ever ya want to do hon."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake says, "Heck could give ya Carries old job since she has been busy with school if you want it.""<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What did Carrie do before she went off to school?" Phoebe inquires, taking a look at the office, and deciding she doesn't like the energy, she goes to close the door. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Tim's arm around her, she turns to head back to the elevators. "I just don't want to get used to being Idle. Though it would be nice to not have to worry about my financial aid!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake walks along with her, arm around her. "She managed my collection, keeping track of what superhero items were coming up at auctions so I could add them to my collection, if we got extras, ever so often doing an auction ourselves to benefit charity.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So, something like a personal assistant then? The Lady behind the Capes?" Phoebe jokes. "And how much would this position pay? What are the benefits? What's the dental like?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks to her, and smiles "Did the same as other personal assistants working for VPs payed. Hours are a bit more flexible though. And you would be in charge of choose what charities that we covered on any events.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mmm, you might end up with your entire collection going, going, gone due to my..." Phoebe pauses as they reach the elevator, and she turns and looks up to him "/altruistic/ nature. I'm not nearly so pragmatic. Managing, yes. But as long as my boss doesn't /require/ me to work 'under' him..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks to her, and says "Well certain pieces will never be sold, but I think we could work something out. Seriously though I do want to thank you for helping us find the bad apple.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, well, now I just have this mounting pile of aggression that I kind of want to take out on his stupid face. Hope you're good for sparring after work." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she quietly looks up to Tim. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... look, that... that isn't anything I haven't run into before. There's always gonna be someone who's going to comment on my braids, or my bantu knots, or my skin not being right. Always gonna be someone commenting that I act too white or not white enough." Phoebe gives a wry smile, and looks up to Tim. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... but now that he's outta there, you can fill the position with someone who's not going to try and take advantage of their employees, and that is thanks enough."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods, and says "Well it is good to find them out, since sometimes, things like that are hidden well enough we would never see it. I mean, with the amount of employes we have, sadly sometimes the bad ones slip into the spots while good ones slip through the cracks. And yea am always up to help ya work off a head of steam.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Good. Because the intern who was listening to us is now horrified that I'm going to beat you up." Phoebe jokes, and she breathes out as she steps into the elevator, and looks to tim. She looks up. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So, your office, then lunch?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods, and leans in kissing her cheek, and says "Yea, and might need to go by the house in Metropolis, and get my first edition players handbook, unearth Arcana, and Dm's guide."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you mailed yourself your gaming books?" Phoebe asks, and then she turns and looks up to him. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you *mailed yourself* the gaming books you keep in your office?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she laughs, and brings her hands to her face. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ohmigod Tim... you are such a nerd."<br> <br>
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