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|Date of Scene=2017/05/03
|Location=Triskelion, New York City
|Synopsis=Summary needed
|Cast of Characters=227, 188, 112
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>The SHIELD gym in the Triskelion is professional grade. Not professional gym, but professional sports. There is literally every piece of gym equipment imaginable, some that were designed specifically designed for them and any kind of workout anyone wants to do. Currently, Phil is in an area where workout mats are adjacent to a basketball court. He's dressed for a workout - sneakers, Sweatpants that are neither too tight or too baggy, and a white T-shirt. It isn't tight like others might wear (I'm looking at you, Rogers and Odinson) but it does give a definite idea that Phil is far more fit than his suits would have people believe. The short sleeves stretch over a pair of fairly respectable guns, and there doesn't seem to be any middle age pudge to speak of. He's currently doing some stretches before doing whatever workout he has in mind.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Cue Darcy Lewis.<br><br>She changed in the locker room, and si she glides out on eight wheels, smoothly over things, hopping when she must. She rolls around the mats with a grace she lacks in heels. Her leggings are SHIELD issue, and have been ripped. Neon pink fishnets are visible against her skin in the holes. Under one is a bruise, purple in the center, yellow at the edges. Its perfectly round and the size of her fist.... or the wheel of her skate. <br><br>"Morning, Coulson," she chirps as she skates by, sports bra with the SHIELD logo covering her, and a pleated mini with a studded leather belt covering the leggings. Speaking ofnleggings, thw hole on one leg has completely destrpyed part of the word leaving it readin SHI-. She gets onto the empty courts, as shw tugs her helmet on over her hair. Thw decal is brightly painted, by hand: TazerQueen #120v<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil can't help but chuckle. "Derby practice get moved, or what?" he asks, hands on his hips as he watches her roll around.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"An excuse to skate while being paid. Im trying to convince Croft to jam for me..." she quips as she rolls, squatting so low her rump is nesrly on thw floor, stretching by pushing one leg out then pulling it in to push the other out. "Wanna refm You can Chase our Keesters."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil shrugs a bit, smiling still. "I'd do that anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a stretch." and with her facing away from him, and no one else over here, he does take a minute to admire that squat and stretch thing she's doing.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Pushing back up, Darcy gets some momentum so shw can squat back down and stretch her legs in front of her. <br><br>"Which is why you're perfect. We coild take on thw Liberty Belles and watcb Steve's head explode as he tries to figure out who to root for," she adds unapologetically.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil laughs, though there's a bit of a hitch in his expression when Steve gets mentioned, but it's gone just as quickly as it came. "I think his head would explode from what he sees alone. My money is gonna be on whatever team you're on."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Back on her feet, Darcy comes to a neat spinstop in front of Coulson. <br><br>"Just make sure to pack him somw earplugs. My mouth gets derby when I'm on skates," she says, hip jutted out, on hand planted on it. Her lips are smiling broadly. <br><br>"Cant bet if yoi ref," shw notes before pushing off into a hard srpint with a hop and a twist of her body.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil rolls his eyes, "I kind of figure that, but you know what I mean." he says, the two of them in fairly close proximity. Probably actually the closest they've been as of late. "Yeah. lots of earplugs, though. One hopes he'd be used to it by now, though."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>That proximity was a reason Darcy pressed away and gor moving again so soon after settling still before him. He wasnt a walking mass of beefcake muscle, but that subtle power was intriguing. <br><br>"He is but he's still on a one man crusaide to end all potty mouth words everywhere," Dsrcy says, voice rough with the exhersion of a harx sprint and pushing through turns, fighting her own angular momentum to keep herself from crashing into a wall or skittrring off the court.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Again, he chuckles, "Well everyone has to have a pet cause, I guess. Steve's is just the anti profanity league. Poor guy, he just doesn't see the appeal." he says, watching her skate. Also uses it as an excuse to watch her, in pretty good detail.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy grins, but doesnt spare the breath to laugh. Shexs not wesring her glasses, and her normally green eyes are bright pink. Prescription colored contacts. She used tax return money. Her gear is in a bit of duct taped good repair, as are her skates. Thryve seen years of wear and tear. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted in controlled breathing. She leaps, at near her top speed, and lands hard on her wheels. A faint grunt escapes her as she impacts nesrly ten feet from where she leapt. No sooner does she land then Darcy drops to her side. It almosy looks like she lost her balance, except that she rolls to elbows and knees, sliding backwards. The rush of air flips her skirt up. She slides, slowing momentum quickly before shoving back up to her feet even before shes stopped rolling. the motion has her still, balanced on her worn toe stops for a half heartbeat before shes pushing forward again.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil just watches, and smiles appreciatively. "That's damned impressive. I don't know a whole lot of people that could that." he remarks, once she finally gets within decent earshot.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Panting, Darcy snowplows herself into a stop in front of Phil. Heart racing, legs splayed to support her, she grins. <br><br>"Thanks."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil just takes a deep breath, then a half step back. "So..how long have you been skating like that?" he asks, giving her time to catch her breath. He does some more stretching as he talks to her. A little yoga thrown in. He's not rippling muscle, but they move under his skin. Where guys have bulk and mass, Phil has mass, but it's very corded. Like coils constantly tensed and poised to released energy at any moment. Another thing that keeps him in the field longer than most, is that he's always kept his body in shape and makes sure he can still keep up and even surpass younger agents.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Couple years," byt which she means at least 7, but closer to 10. Her turn to watch him, appreciating the play of sleekness and expertise.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil looks up and over as he stretches, "Just a couple, huh?" he says, his breath steady and masured as he moves. "I definitely call bullshit on that one," he says, a smile spreading over his face anew as he takes another yogo pose.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy sticks out her tongue in the most mature response she can muster before forcing herself to turn away. To work on dropping to knees and getting back up again. phil yoga will not distract!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Just laughs out loud at that, and keeps stretching, moving from yoga poses into tai chi. It's not any official style of stretching, but it flows like something Phil would put together on his own.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Just keep skating! Hot elder man doing martial art thing does not need to be oogled at. Why did she not set up her phone to record this? Darcy pushes herself. Because cameras are keeping watch. Getting fired for rutting a superior agent would not be good doe her student loan situation!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil, for his part, is stretching because standing there and staring at various parts of Darcy's anatomy would be frowned upon and lead to his sweatpants getting a bit tighter. Don't need that, so stretch!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy finishes her workout, covered in sweat, face flushed to her shoulders, chest heaving. and absolutely not looking at Phil.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil does look a bit distracted as he stretches, seeing Darcy flushed and covered in sweat and heaving. Good thing he's at an odd angle right now, and makes a point to turn away..but maybe in just a couple more seconds...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy tugs her helmet off, sweat slick hair dark against her fair skin, stuck to her in places. <br><br>"Catch you around thw water cooler," she quips over her shouldrr as she rolls away, starting to undo the velcro of her wrist guards. Time for a cool shower<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:227|Phil Coulson (227)}} has posed:'''<br>Phil nods, "Sounds good," he says, and probably should go punish himself with a weight training session before a dip in the Bering Sea.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Later, showered, dried, dressed in stretchy slacks that fall straight to ballet flats, a white tank top under her usual black blaizer, Darcy is walking from the lunch counter in the mess hall to find an empty table. Thnk god for SHIELD meal plans.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -is that if you want higher recruitment rate you've got to have a catchy song." Cap starts off mid sentence as he walks in through the main doors beside a SHIELD pencil pusher, one of the PR guys of all people. Did anyone even know SHIELD had proper PR? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well this rather unassuming man in a simple business suit is one of the heads of SHIELD PR, and cap seems content to talk his ear off. "Throw some bright colors in there, some beautiful women, successful agents, get the message out there." As he places a single arm on the much scrawnier looking business type who looks more accustom to an accounting firm then SHIELD, Cap puts his own arm out in front of him sweeping it from one side to the other. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Uh sir, I don't think-" The scrawny man starts only to be cut off by Cap again. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No need to implement it right away, just give it some thought." Cap adds with a smile, before moving over towards the counter to grab a bit of a snack before going back to it. The poor PR guy looks a bit confused, as he glances around the room, not entirely sure how cap managed to lead him this far away from his desk. However he blinks a few times as he realizes there's now a small photograph on his clipboard signed by Captain America himself. He looks to one side then the other before rubbing the back of his head and heading back out from the room. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It just me or does the food here get better every time" Cap starts calmly as he moves through the line, a bright smile given towards the cooking staff. For some reason the line moves a bit quickly when cap gets up there, even with a few of the newer agents stopping him for a quick autograph. Of course the majority of them either already have the autograph or just don't see that much need for it, but with a somewhat decently filled up place is it any wonder there's at least one or two of them.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Just out of the line, Darcy pauses a bit as Rogers makes his way in talking the PR guy's head off, complete with sweeping arm motiom of Awesome Ideas. Her lips kick up faintly, before she's shaking her head at the autographs. Other than a faint nod to mask the surprise of him being here during lunch hours, Darcy turns to continue her hunt for an open chair at an open table, mayve by a window. The sunlight is pretty today.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As cap moves his way to the end of the line he does exchange a bit of banter and stories with other people moving along with him. He stocks up on a heaping helping of chicken, some pizza, mac&amp;cheese, and finally to top it all off a great big slice of apple pie. All the while he makes sure to autograph little bits and bobs, one of the agents even holding up what seems to be a helmet for him to sign, as he's leaving the lunch line. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Standing in the middle of the mess hall now he's looking about for a place to set and have his quick snack. In the end he winds up going for the closest open spot, right by the window.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Finding a table meant for four in a pleasant shaft of tree dappled sun, Darcy sets her tray down. She smiled at her luck. The last one! She pauses there, unloading her tray to the table. A salad, all leafy greens and peas and broccoli and carrots and tomatoes and bacon and cheese and fried chicken tenders on top. And jello for desert. but her inner kid demanded and whi wad she to break her inner childxs heart? Her green eyes flick up as Rogers ends up at rhe same table at nearly the same time. <br><br>"Good afternoon, Captain. Didja need a place to sit?" Tacit offer for him to sit with her.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Only if you're offering." Cap responds with a friendly smile, before taking a nice spot at that chair. The shade proves nice, the bright sunlight abound as he gets his knife and fork ready to one side a small glass of sweet tea beside his trey. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He's visibly in a good mood, as he speaks. "Thanks, not used to being able to just come down to the mess and grab a bite, usually wind up eating with the avengers." A light bit of a chuckle as he enjoys a cool refreshing iced tea. "So, any idea why it's so busy today?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy smiles, settling down in her seat, napkin to her lap, lemons being juiced over her salad instead of dressing. <br><br>"You're a busy man. I live by my meal.plan." shw quipd, eyes sliding about ro peeer at the room. <br> <br>"Wonton Wednesday." is her reply, deadpan, so matter of fact.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "All these special food days take a bit of getting used to." Cap admits before digging into his food proper, the man clearly able to eat like a champ, but he does pause to wipe his mouth off and even makes sure his mouth doesn't have food in it before adding. "I'm just glad I haven't had to eat more then a couple MRE's since I woke up." A bright smile on his face. "Anything's better then some of those were, even if Wantons aren't my favorite thing in the world.."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll admit. I like the spaghetti MRE. and the peanut butter. I dont know if they put crack in there, but f... its really good." Darcy slunps her shoukders a bit. fuck!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'll admit they've gotten better." Cap soon after taking a nice heaping bite of that mac. It's pretty good all things considered, Messhall food was never exactly the highest of fine dining but there was something special about it. "Back in my day you didn't exactly want to go for the MRE as your first resort." A light chuckle escaping his lips.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"I imagine not," Darcy replies, calming as Rogers doesnt jump on her for thr almost language moment. she salts her sald very lightly before digging in. <br><br>"So, imaging it wadbt thw wontons, what's gor you here on a Wednwsday lunch rush?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sometimes you just need a nice meal with strangers." Cap starts with a smile before digging into that apple pie. It's not the best pie in the world, but sometimes you just needed something average rather than something high class. "Well that and I had to have a bit of a conversation, with some of the people up the food chain." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He gives a warm smile as he just enjoys that slice of happiness. There's a long moments glance down at the pie itself, before he places down the fork with a sigh. "Wish they'd go back to sugar though, had enough of this high fructose business."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy watches Steve as she eats, actuallu taking small bites. Not dainty, but seemingly reserved. <br><br>"Everythingxs ok i hope," she asks of rhw food chain better grinning lightly. "I thoight they said sugat was bad for you...."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Want to know what's bad for you?" Cap starts putting back down his fork, not really too keen on eating any more once he gets that sacrine taste out of his mouth washed down with some of that sweet tea. "A chemical used to clean rugs shoved in our food." He gives a bit of a laugh, before at least trying some of the chicken. He's got high hopes that it doesn't also have fructose corn syrup in it. "If sugar is good enough for honey, and every other animal on earth, it's good enough for me."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Clean rugs?" Darcy asks, hesd tilting. She seems confused by this, and by the laugh. What on earth?<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That Mountain dew stuff." Cap says finally pushing his plate back off to one side once he's had his fill. "Same stuff that gives it the taste, goes in rug cleaners." A light waggle of the finger given. "Be surprised how many companies do that sort of thing."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>This news earns a sneer of disguist from Darcy. "Guess that explains why its a vilr drink," she quips, spearing a tomato with her fork.<br> <br>
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