153/WE'RE THE COOLEST

WE'RE THE COOLEST
Date of Scene:	25 April 2017
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Lara Croft

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
10AM - Triskelion, New York City.

There are just some deliveries a girl has to do herself. Like office supplies to a one Ms. Croft.

Darcy skimmed her file when she got the supply request, because when peole say pens, sometimes they mean pens and other times they mean PENS. Familiarizing herself with the basics, Head of the Office Supply Logistics Division of the Security Homeland....umm.. SHIELD Headquarters (OMG, we just need to type everything in acronyms all the time, for REALS!), Darcy makes her way toward Lara's office, her cart of office supply fairy-ness pushed in front of her.

Darcy knocks twice, then heads right on in.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara hadn't had an office for very long... and when May had assigned her one, she'd be rather surprised. Happy about it though, because it meant she could get away from Fredrickson (her cubicle neighbor) who had terrible gas after lunch, everu, day. He was a portley feelow, very nice and fun to talk too... but boy, was he a W.M.D. (acronyms!)

Lara was pacing behind her desk when Darcy entered, she was on her cell phone and was wearing black jeans, a white tshirt with her shield jacket slung over the back of her office chair.

"No. I need two tickets... I don't care what part of the plane, just reserve the tickets." She glanced over to Darcy and showed her a small smile. "Very fun... yes, tie us to the wing... half price. You're adorable." She exhaled. A moment later though. "Thank you!" She said into the phone and then hung up.

Lara set her phone down on her desk then and put her hands on her hips. "Everyone is a jokey jokerson apparently." She now said to Darcy, following it with a larger smile and a soft. "Hi."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Airline troubles? Want me to beat them senseless for you? I could taze the terminal," Darcy offers immediately, smiling warmly and welcomingly.

"Not everyone's a jokey jokerson. Most are fucking shit heads who need Darcy'ed like a shift kick to the balls. I've got your office supplies, by the way," she adds, moving over to stop by Lara's desk.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara grinned at the other and she sat down on the edge of her office chair, her elbows going down to rest atop her thighs, she looked tired and stressed. "I was hoping to avoid referring to them as anything worse than I already did. And... I'd prefer not to have you end up on the evening news for smart phone video footage of you rampaging an airline."

She showed a grin to Darcy. "Though I know few others who could lay waste to them quite as well as you. So be ready for the call, should they foul up my travel plans."

Lara reached out for the office supplies. "Thank you!" She said with an honest relief to have them. "Finally, pens that work... its like they're becoming harder to find in this digital world..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Better than a drunk bar fight and indecent exposure. That might be my Friday," Darcy retorts as she crosses over to the side of her chart for the bin she labeled with Croft's name. There are four of them. New office was on the file Darcy read, so while Lara's request might have been minimal, the Darcy knew better. She lightly bap-baps at the reaching hand, offering a tablet and a stylus instead.

"You sign, I'll unpack. Meanwhile, you tell Darcy where you're wanting to fly, how long you'll be there, and when you're needing to leave," states the Administrative Agent as she begins unpacking a desk organizer from it's protective box.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara drew her hand back when it was pawed at and she smirked and then accepted the tablet. "Oh, right." She said, drawing that toward her with the stylus she artfully crafted her signature upon the tablet and then returned it toward Darcy.

"Ultimately, Lake Toplitz... Austria." She said. "But the flight is to take me to Salzburg, the nearest town with a major airport." She watched the other unpack that desk organizer and it was oddly exciting to watch her new office get put together, she was already debating on things she wanted to store here... other than books, heaps and heaps of books.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"And you'll need a car to get to the lake after you land? Hotel? A guide?" Darcy asks. Taking back the tablet, the agent unpacks pens and freshly sharpened pencils into the pencil and pen holders on the organizer before going for horizontaol file holder for Lara's in and out and deal with shit later boxes. And a new coffee mug. Or tea! Darcy does not judge.

Lara Croft has posed:
Darcy gets a larger smile then at the thorough train of thought that the woman provides, which is sometimes challenging for the archaeologist who is easily distracted by the goal, rather than the how-to.

"Yes, yes and yes." She responded. "And departure is simply... as soon as possible. I've already spoken to my contact there, and he's anxiously awaiting me to show off what they've discovered."

She watched Darcy do her thing and she nodded once toward her. "Thank you, by the way, for your help with all of this. You deserve a raise!" She wasn't great at social interaction, so she threw out what first popped to her head.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I agree completely. Email May, subject line: Darcy needs a fucking raise. Mark it urgent," Darcy says as she sets a post-it note pad into it's holder and then pulls her cart around the other side fo the desk to fill the bottom drawer with hanging folders for her use and the top drawer with a tray for extra pens and then gets teh stapler and teh tape and the paperclips ready to go.

The postit notes are a litte airplane.

"Got a return date, or is this a be back when I'm done, sort of thing?" Darcy asks, already making the itinerary. Scientists. They are all the same.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara leaned back in her chair, she didn't want to get in Darcy's way who seemed to be an experienced veteran at making these desks fully decked out with all the office trimmings. She even rolled the chair back against the wall to get out of the veteran's way.

"Probably should be open ended on the return, if possible... I believe this trip will involve scuba diving, which means... extraordinarily slow and monotonous work." She exhaled. "Something I haven't done since I was ninteen years old, either."

She then flashed a grin at Darce. "I do not think I would wish to use that particular phrasing with May. Throwing out the 'F word' with her, might get me put in a holding cell for an extended length of time."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hence... e-mail. Keep up," Darcy quips as she starts loading the storage shelf near by with the leftovers and backups of things like toner and tape and staples. A globe is brought up and set on the counter. It's... spongy! Proven when Darcy collects a thumbtack, silver and pretty, spins the globe about to find New Mexico and there the tack is speared!

"Okay. So, you'll need scuba gear while there. Got it. What else do you have planned for your open ended vaykay?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara laughed lightly at the other's words. "Its not a vacation... I swear it." She says to her. "And I'm pretty sure that May would take the same level of offense in me cursing at her in an e-mail subject line, that would in me cursing at her intimidating face." She grinned then for a moment and pulled herself back to her desk, glancing at the globe.

"Whats in New Mexico?" She asked. "Other than alien crash sites and little green men?" She asked then while pulling her notepad out of the leather backpack that was laying ontop of the desk.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Alien crash sites and giant space death robots. Well, used to. Thor kicked its ass already," Darcy says, nonchalantly, like that was a Tuesday. She notes the notepad, the size and the color, without saying a word about it. Finished with her office set up, Darcy stands TRIUMPHANT and dusts her hands off.

"There."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara opened the notebook up, showing off her nice handwriting, and terrible drawings/doodles of all kinds of things, it looked the diary of a mad woman. "I met him the other day, by the way... In Central Park, with his Valkyrie companion, Lady Sif!" Her tone dipped there-after as she remembered the specifics of that meeting. "I had... just been, thrown, out... of the sewers after busting a pressure valve to release a torent of run-off water." She glanced back at Darcy. "Needless to say, I looked like a monster. But they were both very lovely."

She flashed a smile and looked over the desk. "Thank you for this, again, really. The desk felt soul less without all these little trinkets. Now I know I'll get tons of work done." She showed another smile then.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smiles, laughing brightly as she pulls her tablet out to start on the travel requests.

"He's pretty cool. Ripped too. Yummy without his shirt.Didn't spend much time with Sif, though. So dunno about her yet. But she looks like a bad ass, so... if they're doing the horizontal mambo, good for him! I was always afraid he was going to break my friend, ya know? Squishy mortal and all that."

Of the office, Darcy waves it off.

"Don't mention it. And give me a month. I'll have you more efficient than you thought you could be."