2589/Fun at the Triskelion

Fun at the Triskelion
Date of Scene:	25 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nick Fury, Wynonna Earp, Liz Sherman, Indiana Jones

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Nick Fury has posed:
    It was just like any other day at the Triskelion. Chaos, disorder, everything seems to be going wrong. In the centre of the chaos, like the eye in the storm, is Nick Fury, calm and in control. His eyes scan the chaos, and with a shrug, places his hands behind his back. He is wearing a long leather overcoat, wearing his normal SHIELD accoutrements, and his leather eyepatch, currently on his left eye.

    Nick Fury slowly reaches up with his left hand, and removes the cigar from his mouth. He exhales casually, allowing the smoke to waft up into the air, as the air recycling works to take the smoke away from the room. Noting that Maria Hill wasn't in the room allows him to get away with this small pleasure. A few Agents in Ops look at him, but with a quick glare from the Director, they turn their attention to something less career ending.

Wynonna Earp has posed:
    The Heir doesn't like this place. All the people and suits and blinking screens and noise bugs the hell out of her. She also isn't wearing a SHIELD uniform or suit. Tight, black jeans, boots, a faded band t-shirt, and her leather jacket with fringe. An 1800's Peacemaker is holstered on her hip. The B.P.R.D. tends to have different 'standards' then a lot of the organization, but...then again...they -do- hire demons and other freakos.

    She frowns to herself as she almost collides with several agents in all the hustle and bustle on her trip up from the basement, AKA Area 13, the B.P.R.D. officers. Wynonna glances about the Ops center and furrows her brow a hint before stepping up next to Fury. She glances sidelong at him, and then up towards his face. "Professor said you wanted us up here," she says while stating the obvious, hooking a thumb into her belt as she glances about at the chaos. "...What's up?"

Liz Sherman has posed:
    Liz felt an awful lot like Wynonna. There was a comfort to Area 13 - like you had just stumbled into an eccentric uncle's mansion, full of little twists and turns and places one could go hide... and have a smoke, maybe.

    There was nothing like that here. Sharpness and busyness and blurriness ruled the day, with a landscape of uniforms and pressed suits. Hair in a day or two's need of a fervent brushing hangs free, the ever-popular overcoat that Liz Sherman wears over her relatively normal dark shirt, pants, and boots. Smelling of ash, Liz was just a few moments behind Wynonna on her way up to the Triskelion proper, bringing her hand up to push her hair out of her face, the dark circles under her eyes attesting to the wonderful night she has had so far.

    With a glance towards Wynonna, and a dip of her head, the somber woman turns her eyes towards Fury. "Director. What she said," she says. "...and if it's about the other week, I already turned in the paperwork." Her voice was a bit on the low side and bordered on a monotone.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Earp isn't the only one that doesn't go for the 'standard' SHIELD uniform. Doctor Indiana Jones makes his way through the doors, pushing them open and wandering toward the Director in his usual 'work' attire. The khaki shirt and jeans adorned with his trademark hat, leather jacket, whip and Webley all where they should be.

"You called?" asks Professor Jones, shifting the hat on his head a few inches up with a finger, adding a belated "...sir?" at the end of that. He isn't used to calling people 90+ years his junior 'sir'. It's still something he is getting used to.

He shifts his gaze over to Wyn and Liz, giving them a brief nod in greeting. "Ladies."

Nick Fury has posed:
    Nick places the cigar in his mouth with his left hand, and takes a small drag. The light at the tip glows brighter for a brief moment, and subsides as Nick stops inhaling. His eyes regard the others present, and Nick nods.

    "Welcome to Ops, Agents Earp, Sherman, Jones." Nick looks at them, and allows himself a very, very small smile. "Thank you Agent Sherman. The paperwork will be approved asap." Fury then regards each Special Agent with an appraising air. First Wynonna, then Indy and finally Liz. "Thank you Dr. Jones." Fury says respectfully. They may be closer in age than the "official" records state.

    "SHIELD appreciates your skill set and I am looking forward to utilizing all of your skills to help out with some very...specific problems." Nick nods again, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and exhaling the smoke.

    "I hope you are all...fitting in, in your new offices downstairs?" Fury nods, and adds, "I know it could be better accomodations, but you know how it is. Limited Space, limited resources."

Wynonna Earp has posed:
    The Earp glances over at Professor Jones, who she knows from seeing him around, but not personally. She offers a bit of a nod as she shifts her weight restlessly from one boot to the other. "I'm not sure if I really have any 'skills', unless you count shooting things in the face and getting day-drunk." She pauses. "Okay, well I guess the first one counts. I really need to stop putting the second one on my resumes..." She trails off as she glances back at Liz and offers her a smile. Black Badges need to stick together, afterall.

    She turns her attention back to Fury. "Eh, the Bureau does well downstairs. I like the place. Old, wooden, dusty. Reminds me of home." Area 13, the basement, is the remains of a very old mansion that existed on this spot long before the Triskelion popped up over it. The more superstitious agents above ground say the basement is haunted, with rooms that weren't there a few minutes before, and halls that lead to nowhere. The Black Badges say it's all just rumors, while exchanging smirking glances.

Liz Sherman has posed:
    Liz Sherman's eyes linger on Indiana Jones. There were stories about the man, after all - and a sense of history about him that Nick Fury shared, that seemed to make both the men so different in this sea of squeak clean uniforms and suits. Breaking out a long sigh then, Liz lets her eyes track back towards Wynonna, and a little smirk touches the edge of her lips.

    "Don't knock the second one as well. It's a good coping skill," she says, that brief-lived smirk falling back to a more somber look soon enough. "And yeah. It's very... homey down there. A couple extra bumps in the night make for a good night's sleep, uh... sir," she says, her eyes flickering between Indy and Fury. If Indy could throw 'sirs' around, she could as well, right?

    "What kinda problems?" she adds onto what Fury says last, sticking out her jaw in thought.

Indiana Jones has posed:
"I am a...well was...a college professor. I'm used to limited space." says Indy with a smirk. "And my office probably still had more room than some of the spaces I have had to squeeze myself into during some of my more adventurous expeditions. Acquiring various relics and artifacts from long forgotten tombs doesn't exactly lend itself to large wide open spaces." He shrugs a shoulder, the old worn leather of his jacket creaking a bit as he moves.

He looks over to Wyn and nods to Liz and chuckles, "Yeah, what she said, I can't say that I haven't entertained a few bouts of day-drinking in my time as well, kid. Dont' sell yourself short. It can be handy skill to have."

Nick Fury has posed:
    Nodding as a Level 2 Agent approcahes him, Nick Fury takes the remnants of his cigar, and tosses it into the ash can the Agent provides. As the Agent leaves with a distasteful expression on her face, Nick turns to his "Special" Agents. Literally.

    "No, Agent Earp, you have skills that are specific to what we need. The more "supernatural" bent to investigations. Most of my Agents are grounded in the real world. You all..." Fury nods to each of them, "...have very specific skills that would confound normal Agents. Which is why you are here."

    Director Fury smiles. "Yes, that area is a bit...dusty. And old. Like a few of us still kicking around." Fury looks at Indy, and nods, sharing a moment. As Liz speaks, Fury waits, and adds, "Homey is good, Agent Sherman." Looking at Indy, Fury nods. "Indeed Professor. "Your artifacts and relics may be useful to the cause."

    Then Liz brings up the million dollar question. "Excellent Agent Sherman. You are as observant as I have been told. That is the question." Fury nods. "The Supernatural. The extraordinary. The historical, biblical, and extradimensional. Perhaps even Hell itself." A smile as he hints at "Hellboy".

    "I have approved extra financing for all of you! You can begin to investigate several SHIELD files that have become...stale. I will be sending you several file numbers. Please, take a look. Our Agents here..." Fury waves around Ops, and frowns, "Cannot wrap their minds around these files. You can." Fury looks at each of them in turn again, and says, "Feel free to take a look, and pick the ones you feel are worth investigating. I look forward to reading your Ops plans and final reports." Fury pauses. "Any last thoughts? Comments?"

Wynonna Earp has posed:
Wynonna smirks as her day-drinking skills are said to be useful, and she reaches up to tip an imaginary hat to Indiana. She offers Liz a lopsided grin in reply, as well. Her attention lands back on Fury when she is specifically mentioned, and she frowns a hint. "Oh." She brushes her fingers back through her hair and sighs a bit.

"Spooky cold cases, huh? Fine." She winces at the mention of reports and glances back at Liz. "Not it. Wait!" She turns her attention to Indiana. "You WAND guys love writing reports, right? Cool. So not it for that part."

Liz Sherman has posed:
    Hell itself. A particular thought that stuck in the back of her brain for half of her life. The pinching at the edges of her eyes might show the subtle reaction to that portion of what Fury says. But Liz nods her head in return to Fury. "Old is sometimes good," says Liz. "Or end-of-the-world terrible," says the woman with a dry tone.

    "I think I liked it better when myths stayed myths, right?" she tells Wynonna, pursing her lips as the woman says what she does. "Reports. Sure, I can handle the reports - just give me an ashtray too?" she quips at Wynonna.

    Liz would never /ever/ burn the reports instead of filing them. Right? Right.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy smirks as Nick mentions old and dusty. "I don't know what you are talking about, sir. I'm a man in my prime. I'm not a day over forty." says the old professor with a sly grin.

At the mention of cold cases, Indy huhs. He fold his arms over his chest and nods to the Director, "I'm sure Lara and I can find something in there to interest us. If it involves spelunking and searching for lost treasures, you have two of the best, or at the very least one of the most experienced."

He gives Wyn a lopsided grin. "I wouldn't say I love writing reports, Ms. Earp. I just have lots of practice. I'm much more a man of action, contrary to what the doctorate would lead you to believe."

Nick Fury has posed:
    With a final nod, Nick Fury says, "Excellent." Fury smiles as Wynonna mentions reports and calls on Indy for help. "I respect each and every one of you. You bring a lifetime of unique experiences and training that most SHIELD Agents only dream of. Welcome to SHIELD! I look forward to working with all of you. If you need anything, just ask. My door is always open." Fury nods.

    "Old is sometimes good Agent Sherman." Fury agrees with the second part of her comment.

    "We're both men in our prime Agent Jones. Myself, I'm not a day over 35." Fury allows himself a second smile today. It must be a good day. "Indeed. Take a look Professor. You and Agent Croft are invaluable to the cause." Nick nods.

    "If that is all then, dismissed Agents! I look forward to reading your reports!" With that, Nick nods to a level 3 Agent waiting on the periphery with three reports, all ready for the Director. "Sigh. It looks like I need to get back to work...if you need anything, please, let me know! Dismissed!"