606/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	25 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Singh, Nick Fury, Iron Man

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Singh has posed:
Its been a long night. After the strange visitor came by and explained things, She couldn't just relax. Whats worse, she was stuck in that room so, she spent some time testing herself a little. She stretched her body in various ways, getting accustomed to the way things worked now. It was kinda cool. Now she could reach the highest of shelves and not need a ladder! Still she eventually passed out and got plenty of sleep.

Now awake, She cracks open a soda and chugs it down. "Mmmmmm I needed that."

Nick Fury has posed:
A man steps into the room--he looks much like the strange orderly from the other day, only with a patch over one eye, and he's wearing a suit that looks way out of the range of an orderly's wages.

"Ms. Singh," he says quietly, nodding. He's accompanied by another man, one with a very well-known face.

"I hope you're feeling better. And that you've still been able to pee."

Iron Man has posed:
Now is the time for graduations, and for those juniors that are looking for intern placements so their CV looks better. What could possibly be better than Stark-Fujikawa? (Well, SHIELD, but...) Tony is also well dressed, his suit tailored and impeccably starched as if he's ready for a photo shoot for GQ or a meeting with his Board. (Well, okay.. board gets t-shirt and jeans..) His hands are deep in his pocket with the jacket shifted to the side to accomodate, and sunglasses sit on his face. He glances over towards his compatriot, brows rising, "Pee? Really? Man.. you guys really do your backgrounds..." He lets out a bemused, soft whistle. "Remind me to set my habits to classified."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh glances up to see the well dressed man who was the intern from the other day. "Oh umm. Hey. So, You are clearly not an orderly. My guess, SHIELD Agent." She smiles. "Yes I can pee and everything now. I'm fine. Well. As fine as a person in my situation can be. I mean... I may as well be a rubber band now."

Then there is a new face. Someone in a suit. Even a lowly cook such as Ginger recognizes that man. "Mr. Stark!? Well. Ummm that makes things a little more odd." She is still wearing a gown after all. "I was in a car accident and was out for a few days. Thats where that comment came from. By the way, I need my car checked out. I think Someone cut the brake lines."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Tony," the one-eyed man says, casting a glance out of the corner of his eye to Stark, "you think your bidet is really THAT encrypted?"

He shakes his head and offers a polite smile to Ginger. "You could say that, Ms. Singh."

The man clasps his hands behind his back and clears his throat. "My name is Nick Fury. I've come with an offer for you. I expect Mr. Stark here may make a similar offer. In either case, it's probably safe to say you're going to get to leave this bed."

"I'll go ahead and say," he adds, "that the choice is likely to boil down to whether or not you want to serve humanity or if you want to party with Tony Stark."

Iron Man has posed:
"Yeah.. I'll have Jarvis look into it. I think I might have a leak." There's a pause before he turns completely to Nick and continues, "Plumber or should I just look at it myself?"

Apparently that last bit may remain unanswered as Tony looks to their 'patient', "That's a mighty big leap, from orderly to SHIELD," Tony murmurs, leaning slightly in Nick's direction; when he straightens again, he shifts a little before, "What made you guess SHIELD? Like, seriously." Still, he gives a single-shouldered shrug, hand still in pockets. "That's rarely even my first guess. I mean, c'mon. FBI? CIA? Heck, even Homeland Security. Though now, maybe I should just assume everyone is SHIELD and be pleasantly surprised when it's not."

Still, the option is given, and Tony smiles tightly behind those 'Foster Grants'. "Not going to lie; the parties are pretty happening, and the girls are hot." Now, he pulls a hand from his pocket to gesture, "If you're into stuff like that. I mean, some are."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh sighs, "The last Party I was at, I had some guy trying to get me to act in porn, I had some jackass grab my ass and I slugged him for it. He then started being a regular dick and I think he may have cut my brakes causing me to crash into STAR Labs and.... Well it cost me my life so... I dunno if I am up for parties right now to be honest."

She looks at Fury and takes a deep breath. "I've never been in the Military. I have no idea if I would do well in SHIELD. I guess helping people would be a good thing. I mean If I can't follow my dreams I may as well do something to help others." She frowns a little.

Nick Fury has posed:
Fury chuckles softly. "Tony, maybe she updates her toilet firmware more frequently than you do. But I'd keep a close, close eye on that bidet. VERY close."

He steps to the foot of Ginger's bed. "You might find it a bit odd to hear this, but...this sort of thing happens more often than you may expect. They don't always go so..." He pauses a moment before adding, "...well. So to speak."

"On the plus side, at least, you've still got heart. Some people want to just lock themselves up in prisons of their own making," Fury adds. "Regardless of how they might spin it."

Iron Man has posed:
"Yeah, sounds like my parties," is exhaled slowly, and he gives a rise to his shoulders once more. Turning sideways, it's with an offhand tone that Tony continues, "She's all yours." He twists around again and with that single hand in the air, waves it dismissively, "Except for the brakelines thing. That's kind of rude."

Tony takes a step back, and the free hand is now placed back into suitpants pocket, complete with the shift of suit jacket. "Right.. and if I see it leaking to the sink? Come to think of it, it was looking a little shifty. I'll have to turn up the heat and tap it for information." He's more than happy to drop it; all background noise for the moment, but he's watching. Listening.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh sighs, "I just want to cook. Thats my dream. I wanted to be a chef. To make stuff that makes people happy. Now... I dunno if that will ever happen. If I do nothing I will just sink into dispair and wind up unable to do anything. So what will I do in SHIELD? I mean, I rarely fight and even when I do, I just do stuff as best as I can."

"By the way, The guy who checked me out last night mentioned SHIELD and SWORD. Thats why SHIELD was my first guess." She smiles a little. "I actually do pay attention. I have to so I can follow recipes and make things go smooth in the kitchen."

Nick Fury has posed:
Raising his eyebrows, Nick Fury looking back and forth between Stark and Singh. "Well," he says, "don't get me wrong. You don't HAVE to take the offer at all. If you want to just be a cook, then, you go for it."

Fury's expression turns flat. "I'm not going to give the hard sell to someone who's already got a dream. I'm looking for people who want to change the world for the better."

"Now," he says, "maybe an argument can be made that a really fantastic creme brulee or roast duck or cheesesteak can do that." He points quickly toward Tony. "No comments about having personal chefs."

Fury smiles again. "Say the word and you'll never see me again. I can arrange it so you go to culinary school, if you want. A parting gift for indulging this conversation."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony's quiet for the moment, though through the words, there's something of a rise to his lips before a tell-tale smirk appears once more. This time, both hands rise to gesture, palms out, before one raises to 'zipper' his mouth shut.

It's never closed for very long, it really isn't before, "SWORD? Huh.. cool." Still, Tony's in complete agreement with Fury, though he'd never admit it completely. "Yeah, just say the word and he'll walk away, and maybe not even bug your bathroom. Now, we have openings in the cafeteria out in Stark Tower. Or in Jersey in the Stark-Fujikawa building. But that's Jersey where they wouldn't be able to appreciate a flan."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh takes a deep breath and just thinks a few moments. Its a difficult thing. Choosing between ones greatest dream and a chance to be something more. She considers a little. "If I take your offer to go to school. I'll have my dream. That's what I've always wanted. But I take that, It would be really selfish of me. I could still cook for people if I agree to work with SHIELD. I mean, I could do night classes for a culinary degree but, I guess... I will do the SHIELD thing. I don't exactly know what I am getting myself into but, There is only one way to find out right?"

Nick Fury has posed:
The SHIELD director idly smoothes his suit jacket. "Ms. Singh, it's not often that one is asked to choose between their dream and something else. You take your time with that decision."

He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small business card. It only has a phone number on it. "You call this number when you decide. Yes or no. Either way, it'll be handled. But it sounds like you should sleep on it first, and that's okay."

Fury glances over his shoulder at Stark. "You don't get that number, Tony. I get enough prank calls from you as it is."

Iron Man has posed:
Of //course// Tony cranes his neck to look at the number, but it's more gesture than anything else; he's got to needle the other man. It's in his contract, in fine print that the one-eyed wonder probably didn't catch. On the blind-side.

When Nick is ready to go, Tony is too, and he adds as a parting comment, "Take your time. Phone lines are always busy anyway."

It's when they're headed out the door that Tony begins again, his tones sounding a touch theatric, "We really need to work on this 'good cop, bad cop' thing. I thought I was supposed to be the good cop this time. Or was this the 'you really want to come work for me and not him' thing? Because again? I think you're losing your touch. I just wasn't feeling any 'or else' vibe back there. Doctors put you on a new medication or something?"