9554/Snooping by the UN

Snooping by the UN
Date of Scene:	12 October 2019
Location:	United Nations, East Side
Synopsis:	Rachel is a snack barbarian, here is the proof
Cast of Characters:	Fantomex, Marvel Girl

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Fantomex has posed:
The United Nations building has a pretty good security past the public areas, but not in comparison with places like SHIELD's Triskelion or the Avenger's Mansion. Still a good place to find useful information. On international politics not less. Who could have say Fantomex would be even remotely interested on politics, international or otherwise, a year ago?

Not this thief, no. But since he is going to (maybe) become a Genosha citizen, he wants to find out if someone is planning to nuke the whole country. Because he is pretty sure nuking Genosha is in the plans of all the human nations with nukes. Possibly even France.

Possibly the faux-French thief is just snooping for tradable secrets and nice things to steal. He usually is. And as usual, it is pretty hard to see him, cloaked in misdirection and sneaking around the restricted sections of the building.

Marvel Girl has posed:
This world - this time - is different from Rachel's own. Better, it seems. At least so far. There are still Sentinels, but there are more and more people fighting them, more and more successfully. But her life hasn't really lent itself to trusting that things have been taken care of by other people.

The Sentinel problem here might seem to be under control, but you never know what's going on in the rest of the world. What started out as a tour of the UN building sort of segued into her own investigation. A gentle mental suggestion that these aren't the droids anyone is looking for, and she's wandering the halls. She doesn't particularly know //what// she's looking for. This wasn't really a planned outing. But...who knows what she'll find?

Fantomex has posed:
So much sneaking can get tiresome, so Fantomex eventually settles on a diplomatic minion guise which somehow the security thinks has access everywhere. A successful run through the Russian ambassador office (and computers) makes him a happy spy, but he wants to see what the Chinese are up to too.

That is when he stumbles on the redhead. With leather and spikes and interesting facial tattoos. And a body language that says 'they can't see me, the puny humans'.

Now, this is probably more interesting than the Chinese ambassador office. At least for him. So he follows her.

Also, for Rachel, there are many people interested in the Sentinels. Looks like the X-Men shut down the FoH operation, but almost all the major countries are building giant robots. And almost all the diplomats here think mutants are a problem in their home countries.

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Seriously?" Rachel mutters as she flips through a file in the Japanese ambassador's office. "Somebody has to not be an asshole about this." She's keeping an eye out, telepathically speaking, for anyone approaching. That's the problem with electronic security, after all. She can tell a mind she's not here, but a camera's another matter entirely.

Sliding the folder back into place, she turns toward the door, eyes narrowing at a flicker of something in the back of her mind. The leather and spikes seem to shift and flow, turning into a very plain gray skirtsuit that definitely doesn't go with the makeup or the tattoos. But it's enough to help with cameras.

Fantomex has posed:
In their defense the Japanese interest in giant robots is mostly because of the huge monsters that keep attacking them. At least they have their priorities straight. They don't like Genosha, though. Virtually no one does.

Fantomex already checked it.

The flicker as she looks to the door, and the shift of clothes, are quite noticeable for the mutant thief. Those clothes are not an illusion, which makes him blink. That is some impressive display of molecular control. Unless it was a high-tech outfit and not the woman. But his money is on the woman.

"I was going to comment," he offers, dropping his illusion, "you were recorded by the cameras. This is not an issue if there is no security alert, but if there is one... you could be in some trouble."

He is a tall man in a white outfit, including trench coat, masked from telepathy somehow. Strong French accent. "Fantomex," he bows, "at your service."

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Guess it's a good thing I don't exist then, isn't it?" Rachel tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she gives him a long look. If he can sense it, there's a push on that shield, testing what it is that's blocking her from his mind.

"No one," she introduces herself in turn. She can't exactly give our her own name, the Phoenix isn't her here, and...the other name is just dumb, but it's what she uses with the team. So. No one. "Is this going to have to turn into one of those fight things?"

Fantomex has posed:
"No one is a boring name," offers Fantomex. Then he glances out. "Hmm, if it is one of those fight things we will have SHIELD here in thirty five seconds. I would advise against it, mademoiselle."

Instead he strolls into the empty office. "I would prefer otherwise, myself," he adds, "what are you looking for? I might be able to help you."

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel arches a brow, but steps aside, gesturing expansively to the cabinet. "Be my guest," she invites, crossing her arms loosely over her chest and leaning against one of the cabinets to watch. "Sentinel information. Plans against mutants. Nothing new or interesting, apparently, since they seem to be all the rage."

Her lips twist, pursing thoughtfully. "What are //you// looking for?"

Fantomex has posed:
"Pretty redheads," replies Fantomex, avoiding the cabinets to check the computer systems. He slips some kind of usb device into the closest laptop and waits a minute. "Japan seems to have better robotic technology than Trask's Sentinels. But if they have anti-mutant programs... they are not sharing them with other countries through the UN."

He looks up at Rachel, eyes narrowing. "You are not a very good spy, are you?"

Marvel Girl has posed:
"No, not really," Rachel admits readily. "It was kind of a spur of the moment decision. I was already here, no one was paying attention..." She trails off, shrugging. The compliment seems to slide right past her, though she watches what he does.

"I'm kind of more of a tracker. Shock troops. Definitely not a spy. Seems like more your thing."

Fantomex has posed:
Fantomex shrugs, hesitating a second. "I am a thief," he decides. Among other things. "And I am a mutant," which Rachel probably had already noticed. Among other things. "Spying, of course, has much of stealing information. Which... shouldn't be done in the spur of the moment, n'est-ce pas?"

He gestures to the door out. "We should perhaps leave while we are still ahead. I can, hmm, avoid cameras and guards. Misdirection."

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel seems to consider for a moment, wrinkling her nose. "Yeah, fair enough," she says after a moment, nodding once and pushing off of the file cabinet. She's picked up that he's a mutant, but just what he's doing here, if he's on the side of the angels...Honestly, she doesn't seem extremely worried about it.

"So, freelance?" she asks as she heads for the door. "Or are your working for someone in particular?"

Fantomex has posed:
"Oui, freelance," replies Fantomex. "And I shouldn't talk about my contracts, hmm?" He adds, "wouldn't be professional and all that." And all that, which doesn't sound he takes too seriously.

There is a security control just ahead, Fantomex steps forward and states, "we are the king and queen of Wakanda, of course we can be here." And of course the guards step back. It wasn't telepathy, but the guards really think they are Wakandan royalty now, crazy as it sounds. "Oh, lets go. The VIP lounge has good food."

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel's brow arches as the guards just accept the story, but she waits until they're past - with a check over her shoulder - before she looks back to Fantomex. "Telepath?" she asks, sounding a little uncertain. He doesn't feel //quite// like a telepath, but...Well, that's more her usual trick. Though she usually goes more for nothing to see here than claiming royalty.

Fantomex has posed:
"Oh no, just a little misdirection," states Fantomex. Which is not actually an explanation. "Reality skewing, they say," which also means little, if Rachel thinks about it. "What is your story, No One Girl? You sound American, but feel... not from around here. Quite mysterious. I can usually say where someone is from with just a glance."

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Not from around here is a pretty accurate description," Rachel says with a faint smirk. With the whole cover matter apparently handled, her clothes shift again, the skirt suit changing into close-fitting destructed black jeans, sneakers, and an oversized dark gray hoodie. Perfect for shoving her hands into the front pocket as she walks.

"Different reality. One where this Sentinel thing went...less well. Less corporate robots, more bad government." She tilts her head with a sidelong glance in his direction. "They?"

Fantomex has posed:
"The peanut gallery, they," replies the thief in white, lying without hesitation. Rachel's story shuts him up for a few instants, though. Different realities? But she believes it, he is quite sure. "Hmm, bad government here or everywhere. Believe me, No One Girl, your government has more than some robots to deal with unruly mutants. And the corporations also have their own... projects. For us, for them."

Marvel Girl has posed:
"You don't have to tell me," Rachel grimaces. "I've seen it. This stuff doesn't come out of nowhere. People make plans. They prepare. And when //one// thing goes wrong...They're ready for it."

She shrugs uncomfortably, shaking her head. "I just figure the more I know about it, the more I can prepare. The more I can let other people know to prepare. And then maybe it doesn't have to turn out the same way here."

Fantomex has posed:
The lounge is empty, but has a bar, and Fantomex jumps behind it to rummage through the bottles. Muttering about the lack of taste of the diplomatic elite, he finally finds something he likes.

"Of course, oui," he finally replies. "But focusing in the robots, maybe not smart for us mutants. Look at the bio-research, genetic-engineering, super-soldier programs like the Weapon X mess. They all can and will be used against mutants when the time comes."

Beat. Two glasses are produced from somewhere. "Champagne?"

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel leans on the bar from the other side, hands half-shrouded in the sleeves of her hoodie. Clearly a choice, given that she apparently crafted the thing herself. "I dunno. Those programs are pretty shitty, but once you break someone out of them, they're kind of your new worst enemy." And that sounds like the voice of experience.

Still, she sobers, grimacing. "No, you're right. Using mutants to go after mutants is...Yeah, that's a thing. Kind of an extra level of bullshit thing when you stop and think about it, since it just really drives home the idea that they're mostly all just jealous of us, but still."

Fantomex has posed:
"Non. Not just mutants," explains Fantomex. "It is... everything," he puts the glass in front of Rachel. "Metas, technorganics, alien hybrids, mutants, supernaturals, and more. Everything is marketable. All can be used to destroy those targets in the political agenda."

He studies the champagne bottle. Definitely he is stealing it, he decides. "Right now mutants are in the agenda. Might be aliens next year, who knows? The world runs forward. Those on the way will be trampled. You can't fight the machine, but maybe dodge it, n'est-ce pas?"

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Alternatively, blow it up," Rachel points out with a fingergun, leaning over the bar a little further to peek behind. "They have any snacks back there?" Champagne is fine and all, but food is king.

"In my experience, they're less worried about those other things. Metas are accidents. Aliens are obvious. Supernatural's up there. But mutants...they're turning into us. We're overtaking them. They're becoming us. That's terrifying to those kind of people. The idea that they don't last forever."

Fantomex has posed:
"Non," Fantomex shakes his head. "It has no logic or reason. Fear of the future, perhaps? But I was talking about weapons. Robotic or living." And the conversation might have turned too serious for him. Because he ducks under the bar.

"Nothing suitable for champagne," he comments. "But what would be?" He maneuvers to the other side of the bar with inhuman grace. "If you eat peanuts with the champagne, I will label you barbarian," he threatens.

Marvel Girl has posed:
"I'm pretty okay with being called a barbarian if it comes with snacks," Rachel smirks, taking a sip of the champagne. There's not much of a reaction from her - she definitely doesn't have a very developed palate. But hey, it's free alcohol.

"There's been a weapons war on since we first started picking up sticks and stones," she shrugs. "If we could figure out the why for that, the world would be a whole different place. Instead, seems like the best we can do is be better weapons than they have."

Fantomex has posed:
"Oh la la, you are a snack barbarian, No One Girl," points out Fantomex. But there are peanuts and some less common treats under the bar, should Rachel check. "You know... I think Magneto would agree with you," he mentions after a few heartbeats of consideration.

More weapons for Genosha? Maybe he can steal some.

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Pretty sure he would," Rachel agrees, leaning over to rescue a jar of peanuts before taking another sip of the champagne. "I knew him in my world. He was a valuable and important member of the resistance. Weirdly, I think being right made him less..." She trails off, searching for the word.

"Some people are just born to fight, you know? And if there's a good fight, then they can do that. They might even like that better. But if there's not a //good// fight to fight, they'll take the fight they can get. That's kind of the feeling I used to get from him. If that makes any sense," she adds, glancing over and opening up the jar of peanuts.

Fantomex has posed:
"And some people are made to fight, but pick a different path," comments Fantomex. "Magneto is a ruler now, but I think the crown sits uncomfortable on his head. He prefers a helmet." And then, will there be war? Who cares about Magneto when there are Kryptonians around? And yet the main Kryptonian seems to have passed away.

"Shall I see you in Genosha soon?" He asks suddenly. "Because I think I will be visiting again soon. Of if you wish, I can give you a ride there."

Marvel Girl has posed:
"Me? Not likely." Rachel chews on a handful of peanuts, mulling it over. "I've been reading up on things. Trying to figure this place out. But to me, Genosha sounds too much like what they want. All the mutants handy in one place. Just because you put yourself there doesn't make it any less of a ghetto. Not that Magneto would appreciate the comparison."

She spins the champagne glass by the stem, frowning down at it. "Screw that. I'm going to live where I want, the way I want. If I have to fight for that, fine."

Fantomex has posed:
"Ah, fair enough," and it feels strange she talked about Magneto like that and yet rejected Genosha. Fantomex has the impression there is a story there, but not one he can easily figure out. "Regardless, I need to go. This is not a high security area, but there are some cameras." He points to one of the corners. "Do you want to come with me or do want to sneak out alone?"

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel lifts the glass, draining the champagne, then tucks the jar of peanuts into the pocket on her hoodie. Practical. Also, free peanuts. "Seeing as how you're not wrong about me not being much of a spy, seems like I should probably follow you out," she replies with a wry smile. "Fantomex." She caught the name. She's remembering it.

Fantomex has posed:
Fantomex chuckles, inviting Rachel to walk by him with an old-fashioned gesture, "but of course." He doesn't say much more, besides some amusing and bizarre statements to the guards they met on the way out. Which are believed as if it they were the most natural thing. Maybe he is the world's greatest liar. "I do hope to see you again," he says as farewell, "perhaps next time you will tell me your name. Mine is Jean-Phillipe," and then he vanishes in a cloud of white mist.

Marvel Girl has posed:
Rachel's brows go up when Fantomex disappears. Stepping forward, she pokes a hand into the mist, just checking, then shakes her head to herself. Sure, something tells her she should probably care more about finding someone snooping in the UN, but since //she// was also snooping...Nope. Just chalk that up to luck.