7143/Missing Papers

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Missing Papers
Date of Scene: 06 April 2019
Location: The Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Nyx, Darcy Lewis




Nyx has posed:
Friday afternoon at the Triskelion.

Sure things are still pretty busy, because does this agency ever actually sleep?

Still it is a it quieter at this point compared to other weekdays as people in analyst roles cycle off the nine to five weekdays and the weekend rotations approach.

Work Life Balance is a thing even for spies.

Samantha Twining, Level 1 (Trainee) has not knocked off for the weekend early though. She is on her first full week at her new job with SHIELD and living here in the Triskelion means she doesn't have another home to go to.

So right now Sam is at the desk near Skye's office watching an online training video on workplace harassment and sort of wanting to die a bit inside. There are some after action mock reports on her desk from her encounters with Zippy and the Lord of Cats, as well as some HR forms she hasn't dropped off yet as well

Darcy Lewis has posed:
No, no SHIELD does not ever sleep. Mostly because Skye and Fury both work here. Only a small bit of it is May and Darcy's fault. Speaking of Darcy, in she walks. She's a tall and regal five foot eight, with curves that would make the great Marilyn jealous. The sleek black pencil skirt makes the roundness even more pronounced. Ruby red lips of the kind seen in the mid 20th century smirk beneath nerdy looking black glasses. Her brown hair is coiled up and stuck through with a chopstick. In one hand is a tablet. In the other, a file folder.

"Twining?" she asks, a brow quirking as green eyes dance with mischief.

"Mind muting that harassment video? Question number three is borked and doesn't have a wrong answer, so just put anything you want. It'll say is correct," she says as she saunters in and drops the file onto the desk near Sam's elbow. The tag on her lapel identifies her as Agent Darcy Lewis, Level 5 - Administration.

Nyx has posed:
Samantha almost falls out of her chair when Darcy speaks up, yeah her situational awareness is either borked or she was really starting to zone out there with the video training.

Once she steadies herself she blinks and looks up at Darcy and then just listens for a moment. "Oh.. uh.. sure." she reaches and mutes the video and straightens up a bit to look Darcy over. She glances at the tag and then back up to Darcy "Is this visit about my new SHIELD jacket being clawed up by feral cats?" unsure.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"No. But if you need to report it damaged, I can do that and help you requistiion a new one. Next time, don't perfume with tuna juice," is the retort.

"I'm Darcy.. or Darce.. or Tits.. or whatever. Here to collect you HR documents and give you your permament badges. Unless of course you don't want to fill them out and work here. In which case, I'm supposed to call security and have you escorted out."

Nyx has posed:
Okay Sam blinks at the introduction and then raises her hand and then slowly lowers it. "I.. hey .. uh wait... Darcy..." yeah she goes with Darcy. "I'm doing my training videos and everything!" hell she isn't entirely sure if you are serious or not.

Sam starts to shuffle the papers on her desk and gather up the HR paperwork. "I have it.. and I am .. pretty sure I filled it out right. Also .. it was destroyed because this crazy guy in a cat mask sicced them on me and then clawed me with an energy claw not tuna juice... which I think is a joke.." okay she hopes that was a joke. This place is odd.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Oh, this newb's gonna be almost as much fun as telling Castiel that May wanted to go on a date with him. The fact that they actually WENT on said date still hurt Darcy's head a little bit. She manages to suppress the chuckle.

"Yeah, well, no paperwork no paycheck. Them's the rules that I didn't make up this time, I promise. Do you have your AAR for Cat Scratch Fuckery yet?"

Nyx has posed:
Sam is trying to make a pile of all the paperwork. "I had to run back home to the Bronx to get a check for the direct deposit.. I was waiting to have that to drop it all off." okay at this point she has all the HR paperwork in one pile and the AAR in another pile.

"Um.. Agent... Blade" okay she thinks she has that right. "Said she was reporting it and talking to dispatch?" okay she was really cursing a whole lot. "Do I need to do my own AAR too?" yeah she has no idea.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"If you want SHIELD to replace the jacket? Yes. Otherwise, you're on your own. My recommendation? Get the jacket," replies the brunette, holding a hand out for the HR paperwork. The pile gets set down on the desk, the tablet a moment later, freeing Darcy's hands up to organize the mess. She's got to check that it's all completed.

"We don't need your check just yet. and if worse comes to worse, Shitcode can just hack your bank and set it all up for us. HR'll be sad pandas, but I gives a fuck," she quips, getting everything in order and then starting to scan them with the tablet.

Nyx has posed:
Sam listens to everything and watches Darcy organize everything. The whole swearing like ..well like Sam's old work environments (Which mostly consisted of flipping burgers at a variety of establishments before employee violtions made her move to another one) makes Sam's eyes widen a little bit. "Wait.. but I ... I have the check" she gestures it is in with the direct deposit forms.

Then something else sinks in. "Wait a fuck.. w.. I.." she points at the tablet. "If you are digitizing them all why did they give me papers to fill out.. why couldn't I just do it all on a tablet!?" yeah okay this may be a breaking point.

Nyx has posed:
To be honest, someone in HR may have been worried about telling Sam to do anything on a computer, or maybe someone was trolling her, or maybe red tape.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
She has the check? Oh lovely! Darcy collects it and scans it too, laughing.

"Because HR's full of stupid fucks stuck in 1983. I'm sure they want shit faxed to them. It's a sad part of my life, finding toner for fax machines... God, I'm going to be so thankful with the last dot matrix goes down and it's too expensive to find parts and someone who even knows what that is to repair it," Darcy replies, finishing hte scans and tapping on her tablet. With that file uloading, she opens the file folder and holds out Nyx's shiny new badge.

"Here we go. Replacements are $500 dollars, unless accompanied by an AAR of it saving your life. Pool on submitting one more creative than Barton is 20 to 1. Good luck. Have fun. Any time you jump off a perfectly good building without a rope attached to you, royalties are due," Darcy quips, grinning and watching Nyx's reactions to all of this.

Nyx has posed:
Samantha squints a little "I... hope to god you are kidding about fax machines and dot matrix printers. Though I bet Micah or Fitz could fix a stupid fax machine." pause an come clean "Okay I have no idea what a dot matrix printer is or how a fax machine works.. but it sounds super bad."

The badge is taken with enthusiasm though looking it over. "I am going to be filling out so many AARs at this rate..." she pauses "Was Barton ever mauled by an army of feral cats led by an evil cat sorcerer?" already trying to best Hawkeye. "Also ... R&D isn't positive but I may be able to fly so I probably will owe Captain Marvel?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's grin flattens out at mention of Fitz being able to fix a fax machine.

"So help me Monkey Jesus, if that boy so much as -thinks- about fixing the fax machine, I will lose his supply requests so fast," Darcy growls. The threat rides high on her tone, dripping from every word. There is nothing tacit about it. Of course, then the subject switches to cats and Darcy lets the promised violence go. (For now!)

"I'd have to check on that," she says of Barton before shrugging. "If you can fly then no need to pay up to anyone."

Nyx has posed:
Sam's eyes get a wee bit wider as the grin is wiped away and the talk of Monkey Jesus begins. Samantha will absolutely definitely not be suggesting to Fitz that he should touch anyone's fax machines. Or even fix a printer at this rate.

"theoretically can fly.. I still haven't entirely figured out how one does fly but the R&D crowd said Forge's analysis indicated I can. Big gap between someone saying it and knowing what the hell they are talking about." hmm cursing, Darcy is a bad influence. "Also glad it isn't super common around here."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Heh. Super." Darcy quips, before snickering.

"I know how to fly," she says, arms folding like she's some amazing creature holding all of the world's knowledge. Well, she is a woman, so maybe she does.

"Just... Fall.. and the miss hitting the ground," is her wise offering.

Nyx has posed:
Samantha perks up a moment and actually falls for it, paying attention to what Darcy is saying and the wisdom she is imparting.

I mean hell.. there is literally a big demon looking Hellboy guy in this building so you never know maybe Darcy knows how to fly.

The punchline gets a blink and then a smirk. "Smartass." and then a pause "Uh.. please don't lose my direct deposit."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy bows at teh title.

"That's Mistress Smartass to you," she quips, straightening up and gathering the hardcopies of everything to be filed away. Assinine but whatever.

"Can't now. Already submitted. Welcome aboard fully and officially. Your badge, by the way, lets you scan for three-square down in the Food Court. We really do have Taco Tuesday. Don't comment on it, though. You might hurt the Boss's feelings," she rambles on, red lips grinning.

Nyx has posed:
"Shew."

Then there is a grin from Sam as she listens to the rest of the ramble. "Do we have Waffle Wednesdays and Sundae Sundays?" yeah okay she may be pushing it a little bit, but then Darcy seems proud of her snark and maybe safe to be a smartass around.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Always sage to smartass. Darcy laughs brightly and tucks the folder under an arm.

"Sundae Sundays, yes. Waffles are everyday, because waffles," she states. Her head tilts a bit.

"Speaking of, it's about time for my lunch break. Wanna go get some waffles?"

Nyx has posed:
Samantha will lean back and snap point to Darcy "That sounds fantastic. I want sprinkles on mine."

With that Sam pushes back her chair and hits the lock key on the computer pausing the training video. God knows those aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Classified information and safe handling 101. Ugn.

"Lets roll, there are waffles to be ate."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Eatten," Darcy offers. She steps back as Samantha stands up, and after the computer is locked down, Darcy leads the way. A detour is made, of course, to drop the paperwork off at an interoffice mail thing. She logs that she's done that, and then it's to the elevators.

"So... what made you come to SHIELD?"

Nyx has posed:
"Well. I touched a maybe alien or time displaced silver sphere while I was really high coming home from a Rave... the advanced A.I. absorbed through my skin and settled in making itself at home." she watches the floors on the panel above the elevator while they wait. "I dabbled a bit in some mild crime attempts, then the Avengers took me to Stark and he called SHIELD to 'help' me figure this all out.. which was before this alien robot he had in his office tazed me."

She gets into the elevator still rambly "You guys kept me in isolation in medical and ran every test on earth on me and then offered me a job.. you know so you can keep an eye on me and Nyx."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Nyx?" Darcy asks, accepting the rest of the story with the aplumb of someone that works for SHIELD and is used to Crazy Shit on a daily basis.

Nyx has posed:
"That seems to be what the AI from either space or the future calls itself." a shrug from the young woman. "Honestly this has been a whole lot of adjusting for me... it is fascinating how many people here don't blink an eye at how strange our lives are around here."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"True. But then, when demons and angels are coworkers, sorcerers come and go from the coffee shop, and bullet proof aliens fly around the city, not much really looks odd, ya know?" Darcy retorts, stepping out of the elevator when they arrive on their floor.

Nyx has posed:
"Yeah I get it now a lot better than when I was working at Batburger." she shrugs amused and heads towards the Cafe. "I mean it is still a lot for me personally ... a lot of adjustment to the idea that Nyx has ..augmented me to keep 'us' safe. I have my own therapist and psychiatrist in medical even to make sure I don't flip out."

Which is fair, her flipping out coudl be devastating. She seems to be pretty cheerful about it all though.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Which is a good thing if you ask Darcy.

"Well, that's good. I've never been to Batburger. Is it any good?" she asks, moving to the queue that's forming for lunch.

Nyx has posed:
Sam wobbles her hand back and forth holding it flat. "Not really.. I mean big belly is better burgers. Batburger is .. kind of humiliating really because you have to wear bat themed uniforms.. like villains and heroes of Gotham. They only have a couple of locations in New York though."

She adds "I've worked at most of the chains in high school and after graduating until this whole thing happened. I don't miss it."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yikes," Darcy agrees, having worked greasy spoon diners herself once upon a time. She gets her tray and selects spaghetti today.

"That sounds completely degrading for the Gotham heroes and villians," she adds.

Nyx has posed:
"Eh... maybe it is some villain's idea and way of humiliating Batman.. or maybe he gets royalties and that is how he maintains his vigilante lifestyle?"

Sam will actually get waffles, they are totally on her mind and she can't shake it now.

"So how did you end up working here?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I cussed out a SHIELD Agent for not evacuating the pet store when they cleared a town ahead of an attack by a giant killer death space robot thing," Darcy says, getting a sweet tea for a drink. She leads the way to her favorite table, one by a window, where warm sunlight filters in.

Nyx has posed:
Sam's eyes widen a little bit and then she settles in with her waffle and coffee. "I see." there is a slow pause and then she adds "Our lives are very weird." before digging into her waffle.