444/Dietary Decisions

Dietary Decisions
Date of Scene:	16 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	279, 251

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John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    Its a pleasant afternoon, clouds billow over head. The puffy sort that look like marshmallows, drifing off to the Atlantic due East. Plenty of blue overhead, some warmth. While half the world works, the other half finds comfort in just getting out. One such individual getting out is John Henry Irons. The man has found a quaint little shopt here in Old City. Coffee a must, some food that is warm. More deli style, baguette or bread with a good crust, fresh meat and veggies, and some bisque usually to help warm it all up. Alongside this, they sell records, it made enough of a come back, or they always just sold them on the side. Not sure of the records so much, but enjoying the brick store feel, he has come in, ordered a drink. Some tall/grande/extra large coffee, cold with ice and some milk. And has a number in hand at the moment, browsing for a potential place to sit, torn between inside and the few outside in the wrought iron fence yard the establishment has for its patrons. A tough choice on such a day as this.

Aspen (251) has posed:
Inside. Aspen much prefers it inside. While it isn't overly warm out and she could handle it without issue, she'd still prefer to be inside where it's cool and the sun isn't constantly shining on her. Which is why the young woman has ducked into this little shop for lunch on her trip to Metropolis.

"I'll be in the lab most of the night. Stark's aquatic division is still getting its sea legs so I'm trying to make sure they get a firm start. Anyway, I'm about to have lunch so I'll talk to you later." The phone the...blue? Black?.. haired woman was speaking into is taken from her ear and shoved into a pocket as she approaches the counter.

Her tough choice today? Deciding what to eat.

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    Coffee in hand, its hard not to catch some of that which was said. He was turning to find a seat after odering, she was going to place hers. Even as John stands there, number stick in hand for his table marker, he turns to the lady, "Aquatic division," he did overhear, sheepish for having done so, but curiousity there. He might of asked more, but that hair catches him, the blue or black, of it. He gives it a curious look over too, as if wondering if its one of those very black dies that look blue sometimes, or natural even. Another curiousity all together it would seem. Whatever he may have meant to say sort of becomes lost in that new curiousity.

Aspen (251) has posed:
Being spoken to, at?, causes cerulean blue eyes to flit from the menu to John. While she waits for him to say more, his eyes go to her hair and don't seem to be moving which makes her smirk. "Careful, it bites," is quipped good naturedly. "It's naturally that color, before you ask." Because everyone does. "And yes, aquatics division. Interested in the water?"

The man behind her huffs, clearly not in the mood to wait for her to chat. "Can you hurry it up lady? The rest of us would like to eat." This makes Aspen half turn. "I can. You're rude though so I won't. Try being polite next time." Instead, she motions for a woman with a child waiting off to the side to go ahead of her.

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    That nets a grin from John, the comment on biting, then a chuckle at it being natural. Good thing she said it, he wouldn't consider it rude as someone being asked just might. "I am a little yes," admits John to the question she returned. Until someone speaks up. "If you're in a hurry, there is a Starbucks down the street." Conveniently out of the Old City area, as if the city council here tries to keep the look and feel to mom and pop sort of places, but no telling for certain if that is why. Johns grins as she lets the lady in. "Water and Stark. Both a slight interest, along with engineering too. If you know alot about the water, I might be curious to some solutions. I wouldn't want to have you moonlighting though, if you work for Stark." A pause, "Want me to grab a table, let you get through the line?" No rush to move it, other than to get a nice table before they're gone of course.

Aspen (251) has posed:
The smile that comes to Aspen's features is warm and easy. "You could say I know a fair bit about it, yes." She holds her hand out to him. "Aspen Matthews. I'm the head marine biologist and oceanographer of Stark's aquatics division. And a table would be great. Looks like they may run out soon as packed as this place is."

She gives a chuckle and then steps forward. "It shouldn't take me but a minute to get through here and then I'll see if I can satisfy your curiosity."

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    "John Henry Irons, former systems designers for Cyberdyne, weapons division," returns the man the same. He takes her hand with his other, the coffee still there of course. And she talks about his curiousity gives him a slight pause, and a grin. "Maybe, Aspen. Otherwise, good company and some lunch will be just as good." And he heads into the room, looking for a corner bench, but finding the one next to it instead. A booth really, table in the middle, enough room for four to squeeze in, or two to be comforatble. Planting the pinion of table marker there, number 31, he grasps the table a little and siddles his large frame onto one side, not so delicate really. That smile lurks on his features as he lays one are over the back of the bench, scoots until his back finds brick wall. His eyes close a moment as he enjoys a sip of his iced coffee.

Aspen (251) has posed:
It really doesn't take long for her to place her order, an iced coffee and a simple salad, and then she's joining John at the table he picked. Sliding in across from him, she grins. "So, John, what is it that your curious about?" Her own drink is sipped at for a moment before it's set aside and her full attention is turned on him. "Or is it just a general curiosity?"

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    John looks over at her, still leaning back the way he does. "Oh, general curiousity, don't get me wrong," with hint of grin as he regards her. "And convenient that there is actual curiousity. I have a," he scrunches his lips a little looking for a delicate word perhaps, "Propulsion system. In most environments it works just fine, but I'm finding water gives it trouble. And here amongst the burroughs, along the coast. It could come in useful if it could be just as effective in the water as it is out." He takes another drink, the drop off a hot half sandwich and a cup of soup for him, scooping the number up as they do so.

Aspen (251) has posed:
Aspen leans back in her seat, her head tilting and a smile playing across her lips. "I'm not sure how I can be of any help unless I know what kind of propulsion system and what the problem it's having is..." She pulls her cup out of the way as his food is sat down. "Do you have idea why the water is giving it trouble?" She's trying not to pry too much since he was clearly picking his words carefully.

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    "Jet propulsion mostly, a little matter of energy projection mixed in there, that's the only way to top the speeds," returns John, happy to talk about it, giving pause as her smile plays over her lips. Like a little distraction from something of an interest. Good or bad. Does get more of a smile out of him though, "Originaly it was the air intake, but I've reduced that to internal. It can be sealed, but the pressure at the right depth, it still creeps back into the engine itself is what I'm getting. Aquatics and hydralics was never a speciality." A pause, he grabs that sandwich with one hand, dips it into the soup. A consideration, "Does it sound like something close to your alley at least? If so, I might be able to show you the system?"

Aspen (251) has posed:
Aspen considers this a moment, sipping on her drink as her salad arrives. "Engineering isn't my forte but if it's a pressure issue... Have you considered looking into and adapting something similar to what's used to help deep sea divers?" There's a moment of thought and then, "Wait. Better question, how deep are you when the pressure becomes too much." Because that makes a huge difference.

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    "Oh, that's a thought, the divers, I could probably study a water torch." The sort of thing used on oil rigs. John takes more bites of sandwhich dipped in soup. He considers her next question. "I'd say about 35 feet or so under the surface. Above that, it can start back up, but if the engine kills there, sitting duck." About 1 atmosphere it seems. "That might have something to do with it?" He considers that, puts sandwhich down, then opens some crackers to put into the soup to start soaking.

Aspen (251) has posed:
Aspen nods. "What kind of metal do you used? And reinforcement? It could just be that the metal isn't up to par on strength with the pressure of the depths you're trying to reach." A bite of the salad is taken and chew and after she swallows, her mouth is wiped and she continues talking. "I could take a look at it. I might be able to tell you where the water is getting in at and give an idea on how to stop it. "I'd definitely suggest looking at some the mobiles made for deep sea diving though. Those have to withstand going pretty far down some times."

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    "The metal is steel, its durable," returns John on that note, but then considering it more and the mobiles. "Ah, but maybe something inside the engine, that might be subject to the pressure." He taps his chin. Thoughful, 'I'll try to find a mobile to look at, see if I can duplicate the engine and retain the flight speeds while above ground." Then he reaches for his coffee, drinks about half. "Okey, we dived right into work curiousity, but I think I missed the general curiousity part. By a mile or two. You got my attention otherwise, then the next thing you know, engineering and systems." And a pause, "And I have to run after lunch. Mind if I offer another lunch at some point, less focus on engines and metals?"

Aspen (251) has posed:
Aspen laughs, nodding her head. "Honestly, I'll probably have to get this to go anyhow. And another lunch sounds good. I'm always happy to get together and discuss the water." Because it's so much a part of who she is! As she slips from the table, a hand it held out once more. "It was nice meeting you, John. Thanks for the company at lunch." She's going to end up being late... It's what happens when she starts to talk shop.

John Henry Irons (279) has posed:
    Taking the hand as she agrees, "You'll have to tell me more your interest in the water." John agrees with the topic. "Nice meeting you Aspen." He'll dig to filch out a card to hand her. He'll probably show up for lunch her a few days, but he at least gives out a card to contact him to arrange said lunch if that is more convenient just the same. "Take care." He'll let her go, get his drink to start moiving too, back to the real world.