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|Date of Scene=2018/02/02
|Location=SHIELD HQ
|Synopsis=In which Svetlana meets Darcy and plans are made to catch up to the 21st Century. Or Darcy is this Century's Best Amabassdor; SHIELD needs to give her a raise and an expense account!
|Cast of Characters=1640, 188
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After her provisional acceptance by Director Fury, Svetlana has been given limited access within the Triskelion. As in *tourist* level clearance. That does mean she's cleared for combat training, however, which she has thrown herself into with great enthusiasm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a morning of sparring, Svetlana follows a few of the Agents to the Break Room for something to eat. The brunette is wearing black fatigues with a gray tanktop. Long hair is pulled back into a braid and her exposed skin glistens with sweat. As she starts to forrage, one of the Agents pats her on the shoulder. "Next time, try to remember that we're on YOUR side."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>The breakroom has a decently sized cafeteria as Agents are allowed to add a Meal Plan to their HR Benefits. Darcy lives on SHIELD's Meal Plan since it's easier than cooking for one in a tiny apartment on the rough side of town. She hasn't yet added Living Quarters, though she's starting to consider the cost benefits. <br><br>Tray in hand, Darcy moves from the line and toward her usual table by the window, green eyes glancing over the sweaty field agents - including Svetlana - and their workout attire. A light smirk drifts across her face as she gives them a quick but friendly nod.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana is apparently on the Meal Plan as well, or at least that's what she's assuming until told otherwise. She's not very big compared to the Agents, but there's definitely a growing comeraderie between them. The woman looks young as well, and she's piling the food pretty high on her tray.<br><br>Once her tray is as full as it can be, she looks around for a place to sit. The smirk catches her attention, and her mouth twitches into a small smile. Stepping aside from the Agents, she heads over to a table with a bit less testosterone. And without a word she just sits down.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Settled to her table, Darcy is unloading her reasonably portioned midday meal. Curvy, this agent's attire screams Administration. She's wearing a top-of-the-knee length tight fitting pencil skirt paired with an attitude of I-don't-care-if-you-think-Thick-Girls-shouldn't-wear-pencil-skirts and five inch heels that take her just about five and a half feet tall. She's shrugged out of her black blazer, revealing a sleeveless white satin tank. Darcy smirks a bit more broadly as Svetlana just settles herself down across from her.<br><br>"Helluva workout?" quips the green eyed curvy brunette, red lips pulled into a lopsided grin, in a question as her gaze flits from Svetlana's Mount-o-Noms to the other woman's workout clothes.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>There is nothing judgmental in the new girl's gaze, actually. If anything, her body language is that of someone seeking acceptance. A roll is torn open and sliced meat piled high while she answers. She speaks English quite well, even if she carries a touch of an accent. Russian, perhaps?<br><br>"I am improving, but not yet where I should be." the girl replies. And this close she looks really young. Possibly not old enough to drink. "I am Svetlana Kuznetsov. Most are calling me Lana."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Darcy Lewis," replies the agent, uncaring that her tablemate looks so much younger than she does. Age is a number and really isn't as important as the Mileage. Napkin unfolded, Darcy tucks it onto her lap.<br><br>"But you can call me Darcy, Darcy, Your Majesty, Babe, Sass-Goddess, You with the tits..." she rambles pleasantly, grinning and rolling a shoulder nonchalantly. Her hands collect her fork. Today's lunch: Stir Fry!! Fuck yes.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana smiles and nods when Darcy introduces herself, taking a large bite of whatever is piled on the roll. She chews enthusiastically, eating and swallowing quickly. Like a soldier. Napkin? What's a napkin? Although when she notices Darcy doing it, Svetlana pauses to do likewise.<br><br>The 'tits' moniker earns a raised eyebrow and a short laugh, before Svetlana swallows again. "It is customary to say this..." She gestures vaguely, glancing down to Darcy's chest as if for clarification. "I am still learning, about many things."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"You're still learning about tits?" Darcy asks around a much more measured mouthful of sticky white rice and veggies. Her eyes widen faintly in clear question: How the fuck old IS this girl and why the HELL is SHIELD recruiting them this young? Fuck, Fury; what gives?!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana laughs again, and it's a short, kind of barking sound. "No. Nonononono. I know about tits. I -have- tits." she replies, rolling her shoulders back. Not as impressive as Darcy's, but hey. "I am still learning what it is customary to -say-. When I became a soldier I talked that way. Soldier-talk." Which probably included far more explicit words than 'tits'. "But before I was a soldier, girls did not say these things."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oooh," Darcy coos lightly, hand reaching for her soda pop over ice. Her lipstick stains the rim of the glass.<br><br>"Yeah... I'm often told that I'm too crass. But, fuck 'em. I am how I am. So, if you don't like to talk like that, don't. If you do, then do. Long as you're you, it don't bug me."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>The F-bomb almost makes Lana blanch, her reaction being a bit too easy to read. The pile of food is quickly dwindling as she wades in, somehow managing not to scatter much debris in the process. "I was just taught differently... PEOPLE were taught differently, when I was growing up." she replies. "Let me explain. When I said I have a lot to learn, it is because I have only been awake for a few days. I was frozen in 1950 and found in a military base in Siberia."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Fuck me? Seriously?" Darcy says. Either she caught the reaction and so is aiming for desensitization or she didn't and this is just how Darcy is. More than likely, it's a bit of both. <br><br>"Damn, girl. Welcome to the 21st Century. Blazing Saddles and Firefly are the best of American movies, ever, and booty calls are a thing," says Darcy. Desensitation it most likely is then.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana smiles wryly at the expletive this time, gradually getting used to Darcy's mouth. Chewing and swallowing, she nods slowly. "Da. Seriously." She pauses to take a drink, not quite guzzling it. Reaching into a thigh pocket on her fatigues, she flips open a notebook and scribbles down the movie names.<br><br>Dark brows knit, then, and she asks. "What is a 'booty call'? And yes, I am told that Agents Rogers and Romanoff found me. Agent Barnes... Bucky... was there when I woke up. He explained many things to me." But not, apparently, booty calls.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>And that it was those three, in particular, that found her and was there when she woke up, explains literally EVERYTHING. Darcy's chuckle makes that abundantly clear.<br><br>"A booty call is when you call up someone you've met and tell them you're horny and would like to fuck. They're your friend, but with benefits," Darcy explains, zero shame, zero fucks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Dark brows raise at the explanation, and whatever part of her meal Lana was holding suddenly freezes midway towards her mouth. "Fuck me? Seriously?" she quips back, experimenting with some Darcy-slang. Okay, so the friends-with-benefits concept may take a little adjustment. <br><br>"This is a VERY new idea to me, but I think already I am liking this century." Her gaze flickers a bit, as if taking mental inventory of her personal friend roster. "Tell me more things."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>Darcy laughs brightly at Svetlana's reaction, finding herself comparing this to what she images Steve would have done and how Barnes would have reacted. <br><br>"Sure. Ask away. If it gets too personal or uncomfortable, I'll let you know, but... my line is pretty far away," Darcy says, about half-way done with her meal.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana has been through two years of intense, accelerated programming and rigorous, almost brutal training. Not to mention the serum injections. And yet right now she is 18 again. An 18-year old Russian girl in America talking with a modern girl who seems much older and much more experienced.<br><br>"Where did you get those clothes? I have been giving some clothes to train in and clothes to sleep in, but that is all." She's still thinking like a soldier, after all.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"This? Target, Wal-Mart, Lane Bryant, Goodwill. I'm an equal opportunity shopper," Darcy replies. She unfolds her legs and stretches one up so her platform heeled foot peeks up over the top of the table. If it flashes a nearby table, so be it. She's not aiming to show off her thong, but if she does: Merry Christmas.<br><br>"These? Shoes.com," she says. Would it be non-sensical? Maybe. Does Darcy care? Not really. Best way for Svet to acclimmate is to jump in and sink. Suck it up, Buttercup!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Svetlana blinks at the words, and she squints a bit as well. "These are the names of... stores?" Yes, she'd heard of such things when she was growing up. At least rumors of them. The foot is raised and her attention is distracted by the platform heeled monstrosities. The bared legs don't go unnoticed, either.<br><br>"Shoes-dot-com. This is on the internet, yes? I must learn more about this." The girl pauses, then, plucking up a few last morsels to clear her plate. "I would like to see these places for buying things."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Shopping trip. Can do. As long as you don't mind me on my phone now and then. I've monitoring some tweets and a few reddit threads. Fucking Tide, I swear to Jesus," Darcy says. She started off bubbly enough but it very quickly grew harsh and sour before she discards that while lowering her foot back to the floor.<br><br>"Say this evening, after I clock out?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1640|Svetlana (1640)}} has posed:'''<br>Tweets? Reddit threads? Darcy may as well be speaking Greek (which is a language that Lana DOESN'T understand...). "This evening, then." Lana agrees. "I should like to get a phone as well." She has -seen- smartphones, but hasn't yet had the chance to figure out anything more than the lack of rotary dial.<br><br>"I will practice some more, now. Then shower and clean up for going out." She looks thoughtful for a moment, then asks. "We meet here?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sounds perfect. I'll let Front Desk know you'll be waiting for me and when I'm on my way down," Darcy replies, smiling back to her meal, finishing it without hurry before going back to her work station.<br> <br>
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