1563/Just a Poacher

Just a Poacher
Date of Scene:	19 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Vibe, Iron Man, Cypher, Pepper Potts

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Vibe has posed:
One of the joys of being woefully unattached is being 'wonderfully' mobile. Cisco was sent to the New York branch of STAR Labs to help out with, well, whatever they needed help with. At least NYC is far superior, in his Midwestern mind, to Metropolis in that he can walk in almost any direction and run across some sort of indie coffee shop. He currently has some sort of locally-ground, hipster cold-brew as he sits at one of the computers looking at whatever specs he was asked to look at. There are mutters about being able to do this back in the comfort of his home office, but he's also, on another screen, scrolling through Broadway Show lotteries. Because when in Rome, right?

He's not really dressed like any sort of genius scientist as he has on jeans, a Godzilla t-shirt, and a worn hoodie against the AC in the lab.

Iron Man has posed:
One of the perks about being a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist is that sometimes people just let you go places. You make requests. They're mostly fulfilled. Today is no different. Tony had been invited to offer some vague advice on something about a propulsion system and had, thereafter, invited himself (and his personal assistant) a tour.

Dressed in a three piece grey suit, and a pair of blue hued sunglasses, Tony has actually taken lead of his tour, leaving the poor intern following behind rambling about protocols.

"Mister Stark, I think we should go look at the particle -- "

"Hey, Rhonda--" Tony interrupts.

"//Rosie//," she corrects.

"...right. Well, I wanted a genuine tour. Not just the production company that your boss wants me to see. Plus, I just gave you at least a thousand dollars worth of advice. For free! Consider the tour a gift in kind."

"But Mister Stark--"

Tony lifts a hand and walks towards Cisco, "Hey. You work here. Tell Rhonda--"

"--ROSIE!"

Tony shrugs, "--tell her that everything will be fiiiine."

Cypher has posed:
Salem Center:

Doug has always been a precocious kid. Precocious people get into things they shouldn't, not out of malice, but out of curiosity. And curiosity is the name of the game. So, he's sitting on a couch with his souped-up little laptop on his knees and he's checking out the public face of STAR's website. "Let's see... what's on the menu, STAR Labs." Another window, and he's looking at the code that protects their system, and he gives a slow whistle. "Very nice. You know your stuff, STAR IT guy."

Then he types in a command and goes right past it. "But I am the master of the magic words. Open Sesame...!" He begins browsing files. Experiments, analysis... "...Alien data... Kryptonian Language, untranslated. Wowie-Zowie." He settles in, and starts to read. It would take a VERY good hacker to even notice the Mutant master of languages was in the system at all.

How droll that there are two very, very good hackers in STAR Labs right now.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Of course, Pepper is with Tony today. This isn't just a tour, not that she can let that slip. She's walking along, slightly behind him, her Prada heels clip clipping neatly on the floor as she takes some notes on a table. "Rosie, Mr. Stark. Her name is Rosie..." Pepper chimes in dutifully, but she seems uninterested otherwise. Her brow cocks as she sees Cisco and Tony just randomly reaching out to ask him a question. She doesn't duck in, she doesn't interrupt at all. She simply watches, that engimatic, knowing little smile across her small mouth. "I think we can handle it from here, Rosie. Really."

Vibe has posed:
Hamilton Tickets! Hey now! Cisco is about to hit 'Purchase' to get a ticket to the still-hard-to-get-tickets-for show when someone he doesn't recognize comes into 'Authorized Personnel Only' territory. Although...no, he -does- recognize him! The tickets are forgotten and he takes his feet off of the desk where they were resting. "Holy crap, you're Tony Stark!" He then looks to Rhonda/Rosie, "That's Tony Stark! Uh, yeah, thing'll be just fine and yeah, I work here. I mean, not here-here...I'm usually in the Central City office, but... What are you doing here...?" he starts but a Klaxon-stylealarm on the computer in front of him starts to softly sound. There's a little blip on the screen that's blinking at him. "Seriously? Now you do this?"

There's a quick look to Tony Stark and then back to the computer...and back to Stark and...Pepper Potts! Oh, man. "Uh. Be right with you, ok? I have to deal with this...hacker..." and he's back at the computer working to try and kick the guy out before he gets too much sensitive information. There may also be a trace set up to figure out just -who- is doing this.

Iron Man has posed:
Despite himself and how often this happens, at least one person in the room will recognize that pleased gleam in Tony's eyes at being so easily recognized and throwing Cisco off his game. Tony casts a knowing glance towards Pepper before finally replying to Cisco's recognition, "Yes. I am Tony Stark," Rosie is given a smug smile that is met with a sharp roll of the woman's eyes. See? He's somebody. People let him go places. It's a thing.

Cisco's question receives a shrug, "A bit of this, a bit of that." His eyes squint slightly and he plucks the sunglasses from his nose the before mirroring it back to Cisco, "The bigger question is why are //you// here?" His lips edge upwards at the edges.

And then Cisco is returning to his work because the computer is complaining. Tony casts a look behind his shoulder towards Pepper who receives a shoulder shrug. He points towards Cisco and he says to Pepper, "That's commitment." Because getting your work remarked on as you do it always helps you work better, right?

Cypher has posed:
Doug raises an eyebrow. "Somebody detected me. Interesting. And they're running a trace. Also interesting." The location Cisco's trace picks up is in the middle of Outer Mongolia, which is just the most blatant fakery; Doug notes Cisco's attempts to kick him out of the system, and his fingers dance over the keys, responding to each command. He grins, "They're really good. Reminds me of the old hacking contests."

Then he shoots Cisco a meme:

Then he closes the file he was reading. They plainly don't want him to, and fair is fair. Finally he sends a message:

CY9H3-R: Don't shoot!

CY9H3-R: You win

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper might be quiet, but she's achingly sharp. She knows what is going on, and catches every inch of Cisco's computer screen, her green eyes narrowing a touch at the screen and she allows a hint of a smile to cross her lips, "...We've got a few standing tickets on reserve, for Hamilton, if you ever want to see..." She just casually offers to the younger hacker, like it was no big deal. For them? It probably isn't.

Tony, however, is given the smallest smirk as he primps at the fact that he is Tony Stark, "We notice, Tony..." Pepper mutters very faintly beneath her breath, really meant only for him, but there is an edge of teasing to it. "And yes, he's doing his job. Just because you walk into a room doesn't mean we all stop working. In fact, often it means I have to work *harder*, so..." There is still that light teasing there, behind her voice, of an assistant who has been with him far too long and knows every little secret.

Vibe has posed:
Cisco holds a finger up to Stark as if asking him to just hold on a sec as he continues to type. At the meme and the messages he blinks and takes a step back from the computer. "Huh. That's new." He types quickly back:

Dude, if you have questions, you can just ask. And if you're looking for a jub, send in your resume. I'll put in a good work for you.

He then turns his attention back to Stark and Pepper. "I am SO sorry! I mean, someone just tried to hack into the system and then they sent me a Spider-Man meme...So...uh. What was the question?" A hand pushes some hair back behind his ears. "Right. Uhm. Did I forget about some important meeting that I was supposed to go to?"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony turns to watch Pepper a moment. "We have Hamilton tickets? Why didn't anyone tell me we have Hamilton tickets?" His face scrunches together. "Wait. Is Hamilton the one with the cats? I didn't like the one with the cats. I'm not sure who thought that was a good idea." His eyebrows lift.

Pepper prompts another lift of Tony's eyebrows. "And here I thought I was the easy boss and you were the difficult one." Cisco's finger lift, however, pauses the commentary albeit momentarily.

The apology has Tony's head canting. "Don't apologize. Never apologize. If you can help it don't even insinuate an apology." His lips hitch up on one side. "What? No. No meeting. I meant the general universe question. Well, not really. I meant what are you doing //here//, at STAR labs. Where you clearly aren't appreciated for your clear genius--" he motions dramatically towards the computer "--when you could come to Stark Industries where you'll be outfitted with your own lab and a litany of materials." A glance is cast to Pepper as if confirming that he can do this. Because he clearly already is.

Cypher has posed:
Doug grins, and then types in:

CY9H3-R: I notice you haven't been able to translate those Kryptonian datafiles yet. I could do it for you gratis, in about an hour

Pepper Potts has posed:
"*I* have Hamilton tickets. ANd I tried to tell you a month ago but you said you never liked history in school. No, it's the one about the founding of America. YOu know. The hip hop show, with the rapping...?" Pepper probably couldn't sound more white than she does right now, but she says it with a completely straight, slightly amused face. Now that she's finished speaking, she looks back towards Cisco, giving him a polite sort of smile.

"...Tony is..saying that we have an interesting offer for you, but I suspect you might not wish to discuss it RIGHT here while you are working. We do understand..." Pepper is clearly the far more polite one here. She is understanding, business like.

Vibe has posed:
It takes him a moment to realize he was offered Hamilton tickets from none other than Pepper Potts. "Wait, uh, really? You sure?" But he's then turning his attention back to Tony. "Well, they had me come out because they needed help with...wait, what? Are you serious?" He then looks to Pepper, "Is he serious?" Back to Tony, "But...I mean, we just met unless...wait." He breaks into a grin, "Do I have a reputation?" Because apparently that would be awesome!

He goes back to typing at the computer because either he left the connection up with the spiderman-hacker or he re-establishes it:

Wait, what? Seriously? Uh. You have a legit way to contact you? Don't think I can tell the big bosses that I found a translator because he hacked in.

Dark eyes then look at Pepper for a moment before he settles into an easy stance, his arms crossed in front of him. "I'm interested in hearing about your interesting offer. And you're right, probably shouldn't talk about this here." He's probably still flattered because he has a 'reputation'.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony lifts a hand flippantly at the question about whether he's serious. "Pep, tell the kid I'm always serious." He's not. He waves his hand again, "I make it my business to know talent and where it comes from, and you, Francisco Ramon, have it." He shrugs. "And everyone has a reputation. Some reputations are more... reputable than others," his eyebrows draw together again. "Anyways, you have talent, and you could really exercise it with us. In our New York office. It's a big building. You'd like it." He flashes Cisco a smile. "But yeah, let us buy you lunch. You eat sushi? I tried to get Wonder Woman to join me for sushi yesterday, but no dice." He clucks his tongue. "No sashimi though. It's a texture problem, not a flavour one." He turns towards Pepper, "Pepper, do we have time for sushi? China can wait, right?"

Pepper Potts has posed:
A small roll of green eyes, "He is *not* always serious. In fact, he's rarely serious. But about this, he's serious. We have indeed found your talent interesting and would like to speak with you more. Lunch, or Hamilton, or both... might be a more appropriate venue than here, but Tony wanted to see the place." A slightly long-suffering sigh escapes Peppers lips and then she perks up with another one of those picture perfect assistant smiles. See? She loves her job. Everything is fine. "...China was two hours ago. I handled it. We have time for sushi. You have California at 4 pm. There is time." She clips in without even having to look down at her tablet, she just has the day's scheduled memorized.

Cypher has posed:
Cypher puts a finger ovr his mouth, and for some reason, Doug decides maybe to fun Cisco a little bit. He types out again:

CY9H3-R: Well the truth is I am a Mutant brain in a jar, I am super-powerful but the rest of me melted, so I surf the internet for fun

CY9H3-R: I'd really like to just go to the beach

Then, from where he's sitting, Doug says, "Okay, maybe that was a little mean. I should really not troll this guy, he's a really good hacker."

Still, he waits a minute, before he responds again:

CY9H3-R: Just kidding. I am a Mutant though. I have either the worst or the best power - Omnilinguistics - I am surprised you even caught me. You are a really good hacker.

Vibe has posed:
Cisco blinks as Tony says he's serious, "Uh, sushi. Sure. Probably shouldn't talk during one of the hottest shows in the last ten years although if you really don't want one of those tickets..." because he's here, right? "So you mean, really move to New York?" That might take some thought, but...the offer hasn't officially been made yet. "You know Wonder Woman? Is she single?" That just sort of slipped out.

The computer screen blink again and Cisco turns back to the screen and reads, considering for a moment as he takes in the 'mutant brain in a jar' thing. He's about to type back when the truth is shown and he can't help but grin

CR: I dunno...they might have had an opening for a Brain in a Jar. We haven't had one of those here yet. But mutant? I don't see how that would be any sort of issue.

His grin widens before he types back:

CR: Well, I'd hope so. I kind of designed the system.

Pepper gets his attention again, "Lunch is good. You mean...now?" He glances down at himself as he's not at all dressed appropriately for an interview.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony casts Pepper an easy smile. "China was two hours ago? Did we get the deal? Or did it go to a subpar company," he points to the STAR Labs logo on the wall. The humour in his eyes suggests he shouldn't be taken seriously, not even on this. "Right. California at 4 pm. On the phone then? Or in person? I can make it in person if you would like to take Mister Ramon to Hamilton." It's possible he really doesn't like history, even with rapping.

He looks back towards Cisco, "I know-ish Wonder Woman. She sought me out. Imagine the possibilities if you moved here. You could go see history rap battles every night and have a chance at meeting Wonder Woman. Possibilities." He smirks at the notion of Wonder Woman being single, but doesn't issue an answer.

"Yeah. Lunch, now-ish. If you're free. Or in need of a break from monotony."

Cypher has posed:
Doug Ramsey grins, ever so slightly, and he continues typing.

CY9H3-R: So would you like those translations? Like I said, give me an hour. I will literally read them aloud and do talk-to-text

CY9H3-R: Also, your typing is distracted. Talking to somebody in meatspace?

Vibe has posed:
An eyebrow lifts as Stark makes a dig at STAR Labs, "Hey now...we do different things." They're not exactly competing and he -did- help get the company to where it is. But right. Lunch, now-ish. "Yeah, uh, sure. Let me just let someone know that I'm going out for a bit," is Rosie still there to pass on the information? "Meeting Wonder Woman would be awesome...don't think I need to go see 'epic rap battles' every night. It would lose its appeal and novelty eventually, right?"

He's not done with work though as he turns back to the computer to type:

CR: Yeah, I would...although probably won't be back within the hour. Can do it in a couple though?

CR: Totally being recruited by Tony Stark. Not sure if I should be flattered or frightened.

Cypher has posed:
Doug purses his lips, and then says, "Wow, Tony Stark. Must be talking to somebody important!" He sits back against a pillow, and then types:

CY9H3R: I always wanted to be an Avenger but my weakness is bullets and the last time I went to Asgard my friends all got to be warriors and stuff and I got chained to a sink by vikings and forced to wash dishes. Loki? Total dick. You risk running into him if you work for TS. But the Enchantress? Scary hot. Literally she is so hot she is scary

He supplies an e-mail address.

CY9H3-R: Hit me up here and I'll translate those files for you

Iron Man has posed:
Rosie has spent the better part of the time here gawking at what's taken place under her watch. It's always the interns who take the brunt. She blinks owlishly at Cisco and then shrugs. Sure, she knows he's going for lunch.

"Good! Rhonda! Tell someone that Mister Ramon is going for lunch. Alright?" He gives a small tick of his head towards the door. Tony actually shrugs, seemingly asking (albeit nonverbally) whether this satisfies telling someone. It's possible Pepper will say otherwise. "We can also meet at the sushi place? It's just down the street..." Always giving invitations.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"*I* got the deal. And yes, it was two hours ago. And you will not make California in time. But... here." Pepper lets out a brief breath and a half wider smile, "Let me handle California. You go to lunch with the young man. Both of you enjoy yourselves. I'll cover this." Pepper reassures him gently, and then winks at Cisco, "And I'll email you the tickets. Means you need to stay in the city a few more days." Just long enough to ensure he signed on with them. Pepper really is good at this. She then looks back to the intern, "We'll have him back in an hour, Rosie. I promise. Just...forget what you saw here. It's easier that way." Then Pepper is leading the way out towards the car. She'll get them all settled and off to lunch, if nothing else.