889/Just another day in The Office

Just another day in The Office
Date of Scene:	10 June 2017
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	In which Marcus meets Darcy. Or how Darcy learns that dead lifting a few tons ends in torn pants.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, 812

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
10AM - Triskelion.

Just another day at SHIELD HQ. Nameless faces move about with their clipboards as Darcy Lewis makes her was from the breakroom back toward her office proper. She's looking at her tablet, reading through something on its screen. She's wearing her usual office attire: black pencil skirt, black five inch heels, black blazer over a white satin tank top. Her hair is pineed up in a messy bun by two red chopsticks. As she walks, she sips coffee from a mug that reads: Talk DERBY to me. It's purple with white lettering.

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
As he is spending some time resting between pushing himself to his limits. Fury wants to push him to his limits, and for that he is right now able to get a short rest before the next battery of tests. Taking the time to walk and check out Operations MArcus comes over and Spots Ms. Lewis as he asks, "good morning Ma'am. And how are you today?" as he has a cup of coffee for her if she wants it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Coffee cup in hand, lips on the rim, Darcy looks up from her tablet as she's addressed. The sip is taken and swallowed, and Darcy straightens from the slighty bowed sipping-from-too-full-cup. A bright smile is flashed.

"Darcy Lewis. I'm good. Yourself....?" The word lifts into a question as her green eyes look about for a name badge on the unknown man.

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
AS he smiles and says, "MArcus Jameson, Day is fine on a short break before I get back to a round of testing by some medical boys here." He is dressed more like a soldier ready for some heavy work outs.

There are of course rumors and reports perhaps abound as to JAmeson's nature as a super soldier. One of a number to be completed.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Having been mired in other things, the name doesn't immediately raise any flags.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marcus. Testing. Woo! Say no to the sepository," she quips lightly with a smirk on her face.

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
"No I won't be taking that test. More Physical limits testing. Fury ordered the doctors who have been working on me to push me to my limits." he says and with a laugh, then glances over at what she is working on, before he stops himself "Sorry was curious about what you were working on."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy chuckles, sipping her coffee as she hears him out.

"Your limits, hmm? That sounds... boring," she comments as she pulls the tablet against her chest to hide the screen from easy viewing.

"Just some reports for Agent May," is the very non-chalant response.

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
As nods and says. "Well yesterday I spent most of the day trying to lift the better part of four and a half tons on my own. Wasn't as boring for some of the technitions when my pants split." he says with a smirk remembering that little wardrobe malfunction. "Granted I got it over my head."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Laughing, Darcy lifts her coffee mug up in something akin to a salute.

"Bravo," she adds before taking another sip of coffee that is a pale tan from all the creamer.

"So. You're fucking strong. That's something."

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
As he says, "Actually Super soldier program." he says "Not as impressive as CAptain America, But still it produced Results."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Really?" Darcy asks, looking surprised.

"That's pretty badass," she adds on another sip of coffee.

"Got a code name like he does?"

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
At the moment he says, "No not yet, A couple of people have been talking and one that stands out for me is Dark Soldier." He says considering he is african american it might be a bit odd.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Really? That's crea-" Darcy's words get cut off by a beep from her tablet. Pulling it from her chest just enough to look at it, she sighs lightly.

"That's my cue. I've gotten run. Nice to meet you, Agent Jameson. Good luck lifting shit." And with that, Darcy makes her way back to her office.

Marcus Jameson (812) has posed:
With a lift of his coffee he smiles saluting her off.