842/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	07 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Superwoman, Jillian Holtzmann

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Superwoman has posed:
    Superwoman has been busy. Very busy. When she's not actively saving the day from whatever threat is arising in Metropolis or New York City, she's investigating or making key appearances in high crime locations- as if to say she's watching.

    Today, though, its curiosity that has Superwoman's interest- curiosity in the scientist she saw in action not so long ago in a city ruled by some mad, magical child.

    Superwoman, in full uniform, steps through the door of the firehouse, quickly scanning with X-Ray vision all there is to see in this particular bastion of science in a world her Kryptonian mind finds too focused on non-scientific beliefs.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
There was a big job called in last night and three of the Ghostbusters who are currently here in Manhattan were all called out to it. This included Jillian, who was here now... while the others were upstairs sleeping.

Jillian, not entirely visible, was half-way underneath the Ecto-1 that sat just a few footfalls away from the doors that Superwoman just entered from. She was laying on her back on a wheely-cart and she was working on the undercarriage of the old classic vehicle that served as the team's transport... sure, it was a classic... but it was loaded with some pretty damn fine equipment under the hood these days.

Sitting beside Jillians' leather-booted feet were a selection of tools and a little radio playing some funky jazz music... Holtzmann's right foot was bouncing up and down to the beat of the saxophone blasting on the little radio.

Superwoman has posed:
    Superwoman's steps click- she wears the slightest heels, something reminiscent of a truly military boot. They're black and some kind of leather by the looks of them. Silver laces. High shine. She moves towards the vehicle with measured steps.

    "The scientific applications of the technology you've displayed is curious to me." Comes Superwoman's voice, slightly accented as if from some little known European country- a lilt added to her words. "I'm extremely interested in its application during the Kirby, Ohio incident. Perhaps you have time to explain it to me." Superwoman states- rather blunt with her requests.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
When the voice spoke out, Holtzmann's foot stopped bouncing to the beat of the jazz music and instead she just went motionless. A second later and she spoke out in response to those upfront words and their kind of emotionless way of being presented.

"Mom?" Holtmann spoke out from beneath the car. A second later and she started to shimmy herself on the wheely-cart and roll herself out from under the car, more of her ecto-plastic-stained beige jumpsuited body revealin gitself until her yellow-goggled eyes were visible and that wild mess of blonde hair that was pinned up ontop of her head.

"Oh, hey." Holtm said, now seeing Superwoman fully. "I remember you."

After sitting up on the cart, Holtz planted her feet on either sides of it and put her elbows up on her knees. "You're curious about our tech?" She asked, slowly nodding. "Yeah, we get that quite a bit."

Superwoman has posed:
    "I am not your mother." Superwoman replies, although there's a hint of a turn of her lip as she continues, "And you really don't know me well enough to call me Mami, yet." A bit of a humor there, despite the mask of control Faora tends to wear. In military fashion, she takes a half step- widening her stance, arms folding behind her back.

    "I should hope you remember me. It wasn't that long ago. Still, the directed protonic energy technology you wield is somewhat unique. I am correct that its protonic, yes?" The Kryptonian wonders, as she looks down to Jillian.

    "Although I am not a scientist, I am very familiar with weaponry. Most energy weapons in my experience don't utilize that principle."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Jillian would then go to stand up and turn around to walk to the toolbox on the hood of the old cadillac while listening to Superwoman's response and even grinning a little at the first things she said. Sorting her tools in her hand, she cleaned them a bit with an old rag and then stuffed it into a pocket on the chest of her jumpsuit.

"Well, simply put, thats because our equipment isn't catagorized as weaponry." Holtz said then as she turned around to face Faora again and reached a gloved hand up to lift her goggles up off of her eyes, resting them now up on her forehead.

"They're catagorized as tools for our scientific endeavors." She leaned back agains the Cadi then and folded her arms against her stomach. "You're right, though, its Proton energy. But there's a little... more to it than that, and they're designed specifically for the Paranormal based on two decades of research and study into the nature of how the Paranormal interacts with our world."

Jillian gently tipped her head at Faora. "Who does your hair?" She asked then. "Its marvelous."

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora watches Jillian quietly, her face having fallen back to that mask she tends to wear in uniform. With nine inches difference between them, she casts her eyes down at the other woman as she speaks, nodding quietly. "Tools?" she wonders, "That use protonic energy. Curious and extremely dangerous." she notes, "However, you seem to be a professional in their use." she offers.

    "Yes. The paranormal- not something I've seen very much of before Kirby." Superwoman continues, "These sorts of things didn't happen where I come from. If something unexplained happened, scientists would rush to answer the question. I admit, I'm somewhat disappointed that isn't the case here on Earth." Faora says next.

    "As for my hair- I do my hair. I'm rather particular about my appearance and get somewhat uncomfortable asking others to help me with it." She's an honest woman, at least.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
"I can tell." Holtz said, eyeing Faora up and down in this uniform of hers. "You're... put together very well!" She then showed a big grin and shook her head from side to side before she unfolded her arms and turned to her left to walk further into the firehouse.

"I didn't design this equipment, not exactly anyway..." She said back over her shoulder as she went to the receptionist desk. "It was originally designed by Doctor Spangler, twenty... one'ish, years ago. But he kept it completely secret how it worked, he even denied the U.S. military from having any access to it."

Jillian spoke while she rooted around inside of a pink box of donuts. "I was the first person to ever replicate it... So I cracked his work, made my own stuff... Naturally, my gal pals and I were hired-on." She grabbed a chocolate donut and then turned around to look at Superwoman again.

"Doctor Venkman didn't want any direct competition out there, so we just smooshed our teams together." She bit into the donut then while staring at Superwoman.

Superwoman has posed:
    Put together well is an understatement. Nothing seems out of place- every hair in its place. Its very clear that Superwoman is a disciplined soul. Her uniform of black and silver holds tight to her body. White accents soften the overall tone- a 3/4ths cape that's cut at an angle, the white of her symbol which is not that of Superman's. No S on Faora's chest, rather, the crest for House Hu-Ul. Of course she has the baring and look of a supermodel- Kryptonian genetic engineering at its finest. "Yes. I read about those exploits. I'm told it took months to fully clean the scent of burned marshmellow from the city's streets around the incident point."

    Superwoman follows quietly as Jillian moves about her workspace, the heels of her boots clicking gently against the floors of the firehouse. "A wise choice to deny the military access to this kind of technology. Unregulated protonic reactions are notoriously destructive. At least one civilization has destroyed itself through the use of Protonic-Cascade energy generation. Clean, yes, but something goes wrong and your entire atmosphere turns to plasma and your planet is suddenly a barren world. Quite dramatic, really." She says it so very matter-of-factly, as if this sort of thing were taught in high-school. On Krypton it very likely was.

    "You must be quite proud of that accomplishment. I understand that the Ghostbusters are a point of pride among New Yorkers."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Throughout Faora's words, Jillian was just watching her and munching on that donut in her hand while gently nodding her head here and there to the other's words. "Yeah, we make a killing in tee-shirt sales." The scientist said then as she nodded toward a stack of cardboard boxes loaded with different styles and sizes of tee's. "You're welcome to one if you'd like. Free of charge." This made Holtz grin again, the thought of this militaristic-alien woman wearing one of their team's logos on a casual tee.

"As for the details of how our gear works... I'm legally unable to really get into it." She glanced back toward Venkman's office that was over her shoulder. He wasn't in there today, he was in Toronto in-fact.

"Needless to say though, we're very careful with the equipment..." Holtz would walk over to another box loaded with burned-up ghostbuster jumpsuits in it and she'd slowly started to fold it closed and nonchalantly 'hide' them from view.

"Don't cross the streams." She'd said then back to Faora with another wicked grin. "Want a donut?!" She then asked in a super chipper voice.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Thank you, but I'm afraid I must decline your kind gesture. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to affect your revenue." Superwoman offers with a quiet bow of her head. "There isn't any need to go into the specifics of the technology." Faora notes, "I've seen plenty of protonic energy generation devices. Schematics of them, anyways. Old prototype weapons that were shelved due to the inherent dangers of the technology. I'm sure the generation systems aren't that different. Nuclear generation, I'd imagine, given what I'm seeing." Faora pauses, "I won't lie- I scanned the entire firehouse before I entered. All very interesting. Don't worry, though. I have no interest in the theft of technology. Anyways, how would I sell it? Superwoman's homemade protonic energy packs. Packed with wholesome nuclear goodness." She offers, another hint of a smile there edging the corner of those lips.

    "A.. donut?" Faora asks then, eyebrows knitting together. "I've never had a donut." she admits, "I will try one." she decides, stepping forward quietly.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtzmann showed another grin at Faora's little joke there about nuclear goodness. "A little radiation in every bite." She replied then before walking back toward the receptionist desk where she went to reach for the pink donut box. "If you really wanted to steal the technology here... could I even stop you?" She asked, grinning again. "I've seen what Superman does on the Youtube... you and he are unstoppable to a little smooshy body like me."

A second later and Jillian flipped the lid on the box and motioned inside. There were the standard glazed, chocolate and some colored in a wide array of brightly colored sprinkles and pink icing.

"I recomend the chocolate as your first delve into the wonders of Earthan mouth delights." She said in a sultry tone to her voice. "May as well start at the top and work your way down."

Holtz would grin again and then turn to go walk toward the tee shirts, pushing the sleeves on her jumpsuit up to her elbows and taking her gloves off of her hands. "Seriously though, we have too many shirts to even know what to do with them. So you're more than welcome to one."

Superwoman has posed:
    "I've had radiation sickness before. I don't recommend it." Faora notes, with a shake of her head, "As for stopping me? No. You couldn't. Superman couldn't stop me either." she says with a wicked edge to that growing smile. And Superwoman has been seen on Youtube, as well. She moves like she were in a kung-fu movie in a fight- acrobatic and disciplined. The rest of the time she moves with all the pride and grace of a tigress.

    A tigress who was interested in this new food- a gloved hand comes out to take hold of one of the donuts with aching gentleness. She takes Jillian's recommendation, apparently, a chocolate donut. "I've found just as much merit in starting at the bottom and very thoroughly working my way up." Superwoman notes, before she takes a testing bite of that donut.

    Chewing. Chewing. Swallow- a moment then of contemplation.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtsmann would pick a few shirts up and then finally decide on a singular white shirt with the logo preinted in bold red and black lettering. "The classics." She muttered before turning around and walking back toward the unusual guest.

Holtz watched her dive into the donute and heard her response, grinning quite amused at her words and seeing her reaction to the food. "Have we got a new donut lover on our hands here?" She asked then, placing the teeshirt down onto the desk and reaching for a bottle of water from the box next to the donuts. She pulled one out and offered it as well. "Milk is the best chaser for the classic choco donut, but water does the trick fairly well."

"Welocme to Earth." Jillian said then with another sinisther little smile showing on her lips. She was taking pride in corrupting the eating habbits of the super powered woman before her.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora looks quietly to Jillian, then to the donut. She smiles. "Its a bit sweet for my tastes, to be honest." she admits. "I'm not sure I understand the human sweet-tooth." she goes on to say, "But, its quite tasty." Superwoman then offers politely as she continues to eat the snack.

    The water is taken gratefully, and opened to wash away some of the sweetness of the fried bread product. "Thank you, Ms. Holtzmann." Faora says then, "I appreciate your welcome. I'm sure at this point Superman would want me to say something regarding my desire to work towards truth and justice. Please consider it said."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
"I'll consider it said and immediately forgotten." Jill replied then with a little smirk while her arms went to fold over her stomach again, rumpling the messy fabric of her jumpsuit, it almost looked like dried-blood stains on the toros and arms of the suit, down around the front of her thighs too. "And Holtz... is entirely encouraged of you to refer to me as. 'Miss Holtzmann' is my mother... who is likely at home right now deeply engrossed into the sixty-first season of the Price Is Right." A little grin was shown then before she looked away and walked around the receptionist desk to pull the empty chair back and then sit down at it. The computer on the desk was on and it was displaying the Piano Cat video on a twelve-hour loop which Jillian went to shut off. "We're very professional here." She quietly muttered.

"So, Superman... whats he like?" She asked then, looking back to Faora. "Does he want a tee shirt too?" She grinned yet again for Faora.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Superman? Very concerned about the wellbeing of others. Exceedingly generous. A paragon of compassion. Terrible fighter, though, and doesn't particularly care to use psychology to his advantage. Very much into living up to the symbol he's become." Faora replies, "Very nice man, all in all." Superwoman reports.

    "As you wish, Holtz it is, then."

    "I do not believe Superman wishes for a tee-shirt. Should he want one, I'm sure he'll come to get one." Faora states. And then a pause, Faora looking up and to the side. Her donut is finished quickly- she would rather not be rude. "I'm afraid duty calls, Holtz." she states simply. "It has been a pleasure." she offers, bowing her head again before she turns towards the door- cape giving its own flourish before she's gone. A streak of black, silver and white.

    Youtube videos posted about Superwoman in the next ten minutes or so would show exactly what kind of trouble: Some no-named super strong mutant throwing cars at the police. The video is short- about fifteen seconds, during which Superwoman takes him apart with barely any effort at all. There is no big battle here- no brawling fists and throwing cars at one another. No- this is military precision: she's got this tank of a mutant on his hands in knees before bigger problems can come around, and knocked out moments later.

    And then she's gone, as is her MO- never really staying long enough for the media to get a good look at her.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
JIllian would grin at the rundown about Superman, especially when he was labeled as a terrible fighter... that being something she'd never heard before, and she could only imagine the kids down at the comic store at the end of the block all flailing and spitting as they shouted in disagreement over it, she'll have to stop by there later in-fact. For funsies.

When Superman made to leave, Holtz stood up then and she gave Faora a casual salute. "If you ever run into anything ghostly that you think needs my attention then, you seem to know where to find me." She offered and then flashed another grin. "Or if you ever just want to talk about the screams of our fallen enemies, I'm here for that too."

Once Superwoman departed though, Jillian sat back down on the squeaky office chair and she reached up to bring her goggles back down over her eyes. "Superwoman?" She said. "More like, Superhottie!" She looked around then from right to left with her right hand up for a high-five... "Oh, right, they're all upstairs asleep." With a brow furrow then, Holtz dropped her hand and went back to Youtube, reaching for a can of pringles potato chips.