2738/Searching the Skye

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Searching the Skye
Date of Scene: 07 October 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Gothic Lolita, Hazmat




Gothic Lolita has posed:
    It's quiet, save for a faint hum and faint beeping from time to time. It's probably the latter that eventually starts to cause Skye to stir back to consciousness. The room she's in is not the largest...a secondary security room, dominated by a console and several sets of screens, apparently used as a backup for the mansion's AI security (as it's never a good idea to turn your security entirely over to a hackable computer system). There's a pair of chairs, currently pulled out from the console in question.

    Oh, and the pair of duct taped security guards, one male, one female, gagged and start of staring at her as they squirm where they've been carefully moved off to the side. A blanket, probably intended to help with people in shock or suffering from hypothermia in an emergency, has been thoughfully laid out under them to cushion the hard tiled floor.

    Which will likely draw Skye's gaze to the petite girl perched on the armored console, hands resting on the edge, her legs crossed, her lacey gothic outfit looking like she's stepped right out of an anime. "Oh, you're awake." the girl says, smiling faintly as she notices the other young woman stirring. "I hope there are no negative effects or headache involved."

Hazmat has posed:
Jennifer Takeda yawwwwwn. It's getting late but... Teenage girls have a hard time resisting pop-tarts. As such, HazMat is rummaging in the kitchen, finally acquiring a box of brown sugar cinnamon goodness. Pulling a box out, she pulls out a silvery packet and pops the pastries within into the toaster. Time to wait....

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The dark-haired goth across from Skye smiles faintly, cocking her head. "I'm aware that there is likely to be a certain level of confusion about your arrival here, given the prodigous nature of your intellect, from your SHIELD service record." she says, idly kicking her legs a little as she uncrosses them, though she absently smooths her skirt as she does. "But I don't believe that you should be permanently impaired beyond that." She carefully slides off the console, supporting herself by her hands fairly effortlessly as she sets her feet on the floor before letting go. "I do require that you assist me with a data search however, before you can head back to what you were doing."

    She cocks her head slightly, tilting her ear towards the door. Did she just hear a....toaster from the staff room down the hall? She's fairly sure she disabled the security people in this area....hmm. Something to be concerned about, or at least to be monitored.

Hazmat has posed:
Jennifer Takeda smiles as her pastries pop up, picking them up and dropping them onto a plate, before lifting her helmet visor a couple inches and taking a bite. Mmmmmm. Delicious warm poptart filling... A soft whir starts at the back of her helmet as her suit kicks into negative pressure mode, keeping her toxins inside despite the opening as she eats. Hey, there's a /small/ radiation leak, but over a short term it's not enough to be a problem... But milk. Poptarts need milk. That requires more fridge rummaging.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The young woman tilts her head. "Even if it's a suitable challenge for your skill set? I do apologize for the means, but I had a limited window to acquire you before being detected. And you've not been hurt, nor do I have a particular desire to harm you." she says frankly. "If I'd been able to do it more politely, I would have." She reaches down, snagging her skirt between her fingers, then curtseys to Skye. "That said, I am sorry for the unusual nature of your drafting for this particular task."

Hazmat has posed:
Jennifer Takeda drops a straw into the cup of milk, taking another few bites of poptart before sipping the milk. Mmmm. Good stuff. Once she's finished her snack, she tosses her disposable tablewear into the wallslot, where they disappear in a flash of light, reduced to component atoms and entirely harmless. Sealing her visor again, she turns and starts to head back to the staircase, before pausing. Hmmm. Might as well scare the security guards. She turns, starting to walk towards the camera room...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    There's a faint twinkle in the other girl's eyes now, like she's aware of part of what Skye is trying to pull, but is going to politely ignore it for the moment. "My name is Gothic Lolita." she says, her lips curved in a faintly thoughful smile. "And I did not bring you her to shoot something...but to access a database from this terminal. You will not be harming anyone by doing so, and you may actually prevent a potentially world-shattering event, if the search is successful." She's very matter-of-fact about it.

    In her internal HUD display, however, a little tag appears over Skye's head that reads "Pretty Little Smartass", amid the other information scrolls running through her processor. Her head suddenly turns, however, as she detects the footsteps heading towards the security room door, before she quietly and almost daintily walks over to stand just to the right of the door, waiting.

Hazmat has posed:
     A helmeted head peers around the corner of the open door, HazMat's eyes narrowing behind her visor as they settle on Skye, who she's never seen before, and who definitely isn't dressed like the rest of the mansion staff. "...Who the fuck are you? Where's your ID badge?" Right to the point, that's her.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita raises a brow slightly at Skye. If she was going to answer her, she quiets when Hazmat speaks from right outside the room. She's just out of sight of her at the moment...where she could take action if she was to enter the room, of course. She doesn't seem particularly threatened by the hint of discovery at the moment. She looks unbothered by Skye's snark. Curiously unbothered, she doesn't seem to have even a tightening of the eyes or frown that a normal person might show when being belittled.

    And it's possible Skye will be able to talk the intruder down.

Hazmat has posed:
     "...Yeah, not buying it. I'm pretty sure Fury's the only one who gets a teleporter and cloaking device. And training exercises happen /outside/. Or in the gym." She takes another step in, glancing around the room, eyes suddenly taking in the random girl who's DEFINITELY out of uniform, and the guards on the floor, hands starting to glow green. "You know, you're a /really/ shitty liar. Now tell me why you're here and I won't have to give you both cancer."