2546/Workplace Safety

Workplace Safety
Date of Scene:	22 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sam Winchester, Spider-Woman (Drew)

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Sam Winchester has posed:
Anyone coming through the front security checkpoint doors of the Triskelion today will be treated to...a Sight.

The sight is one very large man in a suit wearing a badge that names him as Trainee Winchester, WAND. He is kneeling on the floor of one of the three body-scanners that people have to cross through to get into the building at all. He's got a can of blacklight spraypaint and he's carefully spraying some symbol on the floor as he talks to the security guys.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I checked. You've got nothing. Any demon could possess anybody in this building. You don't have any defenses against shapeshifters either, but really all you can do is check every single person's eyes. Through the camera. If they shine like coins? Shapeshifter."

He seems mostly frustrated with them as they continue to goggle with them, even though he speaks in earnest fashion.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Agent Jessica Drew is on her way through, perhaps having been called down to see just what the Trainee was up to. She's clad in her yellow and red Spider-woman outfit though she doesn't have the hood up at the moment, and she's carrying a travel mug, presumably full of coffee, in hand.

"Huh.. I thought you'd be wearing robes or something.." Jessica says, moving through the scanners up to where Sam is kneeled, spraying, "Shouldn't you be wearing a filter mask using that stuff? OSHA Rules and all... but seriously, what are we doing here?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Maybe. I've never had time to put one of those on."

Sam looks up at the woman in the superhero costume and gives her a boyish grin that says everything he might say in response to the crack about robes /for/ him.

"This is a devil's trap," he explains. "Once a demon crosses over the threshold of the trap, he can't move. So. Demon gets stuck in a security checkpoint, security can then call WAND, anyone trained in basic exorcism can probably deal with it on the spot unless it's super dangerous, Agent gets on with his day, Agent does not go order a bunch of Quinjets to bomb a small nation or any other horrible thing a demon in an agent's body can think to do and end up with a lifetime of possession-related PTSD, or dead. It's a high-stress job, and that means /most/ people here are pretty wide-open to possession. Dangerous job too. Demons can wear a dead man, walk him around, you'd never know unless he decided to show you the bullet wound through his heart or something. Or hers."

He pauses, hazel eyes narrowing in thought. "If I had my way everyone would have personal wards, but that's an awfully expensive solution when five cans of spray paint and a little work will take care of the problem."

He puts the paint can down, but doesn't move, lest he smudge work he's done already. He offers a broad hand though. "Sam," he greets, figuring the rest of his name is already on the badge.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, we don't use Quinjets to bomb small nations. We've got the orbital bomb sattelites for that." Jessica says to Sam, taking a drink from her coffee before leaning in to look at the spot on the floor that's been marked by the paint, "You sure you did it right? It's gonna really suck to have to scrub it up and do it over again."

"So who exactly can do an exorcism? Anyone in WAND or just a specific group? Do you really need a young priest and an old priest for it? I heard that was based on a true story, that movie." She adds with a little shrug of her shoulders.

"Now, I think there was some question about the authorization for spraying the floor. The director can get pretty particular about his floors, you know.." Jessica adds, shifting her mug to her other hand and offering out hers, "Agent Drew. Not related to Nancy."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Yes, I'm sure," Sam says, utterly matter-of-fact. "I've had time to take my time for one thing. I've had to do them literally while demon fights were in progress, and right the first time, with less than a minute to spare."

Her questions are good ones. He shakes her hand, then shakes the spray paint and moves right on to the next one. Orbital satellites sounds even worse. "Anyone who learns the words can do a basic exorcism," he says. "Like most hedge magic, exorcisms draw on the Principle of Collective Belief, as well as tapping into-- well. The rules. Every supernatural thing has some ruleset that binds it. If you say the exorcism right, a possessing demon has to smoke out. Them's the rules."

And he begins spraying again, despite this question of authorization. "This should only show up under blacklight," he points out.

He did not get authorization. "A thing needed doing, and I did it," he adds, the touch of the Midwest dancing on his tongue as he delivers this bit of horse sense. "There are no drawbacks to doing this. A mat can also be put over these things and they'll still work."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica Drew takes another drink from her coffee as she watches the man spray on the floor, not looking particularly bothered with the little act of vandalism, or preventative magic, depending.

"So Sam.. this is rather convenient.. what do you knoe about tree people, by chance?" Jess asks, "I figured it might be just the sort of thing to get you WAND guys in on."

Sam Winchester has posed:
There's a clear uptick of respect in Sam's eyes when Agent Drew chooses not to make too big a deal out of it. She's asked good questions, and now she's moved on to another thing, another case. "Could be an ent, could be a nymph or a dryad," he says slowly. "Spell-animated plants are a thing too. It's hard to tell when there are aliens and mutants who look like all kinds of things around out there too. But there will be all kinds of hints if its something supernatural. How'd you find this tree person? What did they do? Are they murdering anyone?"

Diving right in, all seriousness, all business, fully attentive. He works without looking down at the symbol, and in the faint glisten of the paint reflected by flourescent lights the two symbols do look pretty much spot-on similar, as if the young man really could handle one of these literally in his sleep. These questions asked, he falls silent, ready to hear all of her answers.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Well, you see I was at the gas station, on my way back from a little job upstate, when things started happening, I guess some of them walked right into town up north, frightened the police and everything. Well, they were being fairly nice. Then some scared civilian shot one of them."

"Long story short.. we brought them into one of our facilities, and need to figure out what's up with them, what they want, make sure they're not a threat, all that, ya know?" Jess says with a smile.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Them? More than one tree? But...well, if you'd like me to have a look I'm more than happy to." Sam steps to the next scanner and starts his third trap. "The fact they didn't hurt civilians for shooting at them rules out a lot of the worst stuff. A lot of really dangerous things would have just...I dunno, grown their branch-hands into sharp spear claws, shrugged off the bullets and started impaling people."

It's as matter-of-fact as everything else he's said, despite the fact that the young man can't be older than 21. 22 tops. "This facility? Or a different facility?"

He gives her a quick, self-conscious smile, as if aware talking to him can be...something of a grim affair.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"It bled dirt, I think, too." Jessica says with a little shrug of her shoulders, "And it was just one bullet, but, it's wierd enough to get you guys involved. If not then we'll have to go to the X-Files folk, I suppose, instead."

"Not the Triskellion, no, I'll arrange transport once things calm down a bit, then you can give me an assessment, and right up a report I can deliver to the Director's desk."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Great," Sam says. He smiles. "I look forward to it. I'll brush up on my tree monster lore. Bleeding dirt doesn't narrow it down much I'm afraid, at least not off the top of my head." He is apparently not going to be one of those agents allergic to paper work, at the least.

Third one finished, he steps back. That's the front entrance, but there are others to deal with. He pulls out a map of the building and methodically crosses that one off though. He's given it some thought. "Are the X-Files folk called the X-Files Division, or are they called something else?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, no, Alpha Flight, they're Canadians, out of Vancouver mainly." Jessica says with a shake of her head, "They basically took over all the space-based operations, aliens and everything like that. I'm sure you'll right into them at some point or another down the road."

Sam Winchester has posed:
Learn something new every day.

"Good; I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two about aliens too."

Winchester flashes another one of those boyish grins, then says, "I should get these done, Agent Drew. You want the exorcism ritual? I can email it to you. Written and in mp3 form; bad pronunciation will foul a person right up. Just in case you're the one called should some demon decide he wants to try his hand at orbital strikes."

Man, that thought is just chilling, really. Sam Winchester has seen a lot of humanity's worst too. He's not totally sure any human should have access to anything like an orbital strike. But apparently they do so...damage mitigation in the form of keeping it out of the hands of nasty stuff it is.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Well, let's start with tree people then see where we go from there. I mean, they might actually be aliens, I dunno, but I figured you'd have some books on tree dudes over in the hobbit hole, at the very least." Jessica says with a laugh, "Good luck with your floor graffiti.." She adds, taking another drink from her coffee before turning to depart from the security screening area. "Oh, yeah, sure, you can send them to my company email or whatever." She calls over her shoulder.