1084/Spotted

Spotted
Date of Scene:	10 April 2020
Location:	Chelsea Residences
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Drew, Achilles

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Jessica Drew has posed:
Chelsea is a hop skip and a jump away from Hell's Kitchen, one of the happening places in the crime scene but gentrified enough not to scare away potential clients. A very lucky sub-let scored through a mutual friend in San Fransisco got her an English basement in an historic street with another room that has become her bedroom.

The apartment's windows are street level facing southwest so it is blessed with light. Behind the heavy wooden door with it thick bars and state-of-the-art lock is a simple room with furniture found at the local Goodwill, surprisingly nice. An old desk, file cabinets is as office-like as Jessica decided to get. A couch along with the large Parson's table and old chairs inherited with the sub-let face the breakfast bar. A stove and fridge with cabinets dating from the 1970's renovation complete the look. Welcome to the office of, Jessica Drew, PI and erstwhile spider.

Achilles has posed:
    Keeping track of goings on with his friends might seem stalkerish but.. Achilles just likes to know what is happening. This is how he came to know that Jessica had moved into new digs.
    What? He has a whole team of folks who research stuff for him.
    Either way, there comes a knock at the door of your flat, apartment or whatever it happens to be called. He has shown up to offer housewarming gifts. Most notably, a bottle of good wine. Not extravagant wine, just good. He doesn't like to put forth the image that he is somehow superior because of his wealth. But what he did -not- skimp on is the bag of finely ground gourmet coffee that he has in his other hand. That is a -real- housewarming gift for an investigator. So... knuckles rap on the door and he waits patiently.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica's smile for Achille's makes the dimples appear and disappear as she holds the door open and presses the code that opens the bars with a loud metallic snick. She frowns at the sound but smiles through the bars at Achille's.

"Found me, did you?" Opening the door she tiptoes to kiss him on both cheeks then lays a light hand on his arm to lead him into the apartment. "How very nice to see you! Come, take a seat," she says indicating the sofa before taking his gifts and putting them on the kitchen counter with an admiring purse lipped perusal of both the coffee label and wine.

Achilles has posed:
    "I'm good at finding folks. Not as good as you, but.. I am not terrible." offers Achilles as he returns the greetings and holds out his gifts, "I was not sure which you might prefer, so I offer both wine and coffee." he suggests.
    But then he smirks a bit, "Okay, so I have people I pay who are good at finding people." He says as he steps further inside. "Interesting place. I see you are getting your business off the ground. I like it." he says as he searches with his eyes about the whole place.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"It's still a little impersonal," her eyes stray to the canvases, framed and unframed stacked upright next to the door leading to her bedroom.

Holding up the wine in one hand and the coffee with the other, "These are lovely and thoughtful, by the way. Is this my cue to say beware of Greeks bearing gifts?" Shaking her head at her on misplaced humor, "What are feeling like? Coffee? Wine?"

Achilles has posed:
    Okay. That one caught him off guard. "That.. was a good one. I did not see that comment coming at all. But... you -should- beware... always. Us Greeks are lusty and not easily dissuaded. Of course we are also decadent, corrupt, and overly aggressive. Did I forget any traits?" he asks as he inclines his head.
    "I think wine for the evening. If you make -that- coffee, I will not sleep at all tonight."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Wine it is!" The satisfying thwup of a cork being pulled, the clink of glasses being put out, is shortly followed by the flutter of wine being poured. Jessica serves him immediately but instead of staying to toast busies herself in the kitchen pulling open cabinets, laying out dishes onto a tray that she steadies with natural grace to lay on the dining room table. Olives, a ripe sheep's cheese from northern Spain, Spanish ham, chorizos, crusty hearth bread, butter and cornichons complete the impromptu spread. Jessica enjoys the riches that New York has to offer.

Raising her glass to him, she says with a mysterious smile, "To lustiness and impetuousness!"

Achilles has posed:
    "Hey. Who are you callin' Impetuous?" asks Achilles. "As the great American comedian once said... I resemble that remark."
    He reaches for and lifts his own glass of wine. "I hope you like white wine. I guessed that you would prefer it to a burgundy." But his eyes survey the sampling of snacks and he smirks, "Olives? Really? You realize that I picked them off of the vines fresh in my youth, right?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"There is a Greek deli and a Lebanese deli that I can't resist. I have baklava and kourabiedes waiting for us and hummus if you'd like."

She lifts her glass in another toast to him, "I like all wine if it is well-made, so you know. This is a lovely Chablis. Do you like retsina? And, did you really pick olives when you were young?" Seating herself next to him she selects a kalamata olive and pops it in her mouth, smiling as she chews.

Achilles has posed:
    "It is hard to believe that I was ever -truly- young. But yes.." offers Achilles. He smiles at the memories, "My mother did her best to let me live a normal childhood. My father was King of Pthia.... so, it was assumed that I would be quite busy when I grew up."
    He shakes his head, "I just wanted to run and climb and fight with sticks that were mighty weapons in my eyes. But... my mother asked me to learn how people toiled in the fields. I hated it but, yes... I picked olives."
    He sips the wine then and lets it linger a moment. "So, are you trying to bribe me into visiting more often? Or are you just trying to impress me with your knowledge of Mediterranean cuisine?" Then he beams a smile, "Or both?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
Eyes downcast as she considers the question, she shrugs raising her eyes, "After I escaped from HYDRA, the organization that taught me so much but robbed me of what was left of my childhood...Well, suffice it to say, it was a wild time in which I had a lot to make up for. I went off the grid for while, had enough money to consider university and just discovering the world. I discovered that I'm a food nerd, for one. But bonus! You like what I put out for you! You might be easier than Asgardians, in some respects and, at least, it's good for you."

Achilles has posed:
    "In my considered opinion, Asgardians are the goats of human level consumption. I think that if you painted a rock yellow and called it crunchy corn.. they would eat it.... and like it." offers Achilles as he leans back in his seat and smiles lazily.
    But then he turns his head your way and studies you silently for a long moment. "So. You know my pain of guilt from having done things for Hydra that shame you too?" he asks bluntly.

Jessica Drew has posed:
A click as Jessica sets her glass down and stares frankly at Achilles. "I don't know that it is comparable. Did they wake you from a coma and tell you that your parents were dead? Did they tell you that SHIELD was evil and that they were the answer to bringing about an end to corruption and war?"

Visibly swallowing, she nods and takes a long deep breath, "I'm sorry. That wasn't fair of me nor fair to a guest in my home."

Achilles has posed:
    A long pause there while Achilles lets you vent and finish your tirade. Then he takes a slow sip of his wine before speaking softly, "I am not going to even start a 'who got screwed worse' contest. I have had just a touch longer than you to experience such loss. And while I have not had anyone tell me that my family was dead... everyone that I have -ever- known is long dead. Everyone that I ever called family has been dead for three thousand years. So..." he shrugs, "I didn't ask to be made impervious to death."

Jessica Drew has posed:
More troubled than accusatory, she does not drop her eyes saying, "I was not lamenting my loss, Achilles but choices. I had none until I learned a little about the world. How could you let them seduce you?

Achilles has posed:
    Lifting both brows, Achilles sips his wine once more, "Jessica." he says as he places the glass down on the coffee table, "Let whom seduce me?" Another pause and he adds, "I am three -thousand- years old. I will not say that I have never -been- seduced. But I am curious and confused how my words led you to ask about that."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"I...I misunderstood. Why did I think you had willingly worked for HYDRA." She breathes impatiently through her nose at herself. "You meant the guilt of having done the wrong thing. I was projecting on you what was done to me. I was seduced into thinking that HYDRA was a good thing. For a while."

Achilles has posed:
    Nodding slowly, Achilles shrugs his shoulders, "Good people want to -be- good. They want to see what they are doing as good. They will deceive themselves if it means they get to keep believing that. Having good liars convince you that you are doing the right thing helps there. I have seen this many times over the years. Mostly in preparation for upcoming wars."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Yes," she replies slowly, twisting the stem of her glass in her fingers. Wistfully, "God is on the side of the victor's and then they rewrite history." Looking at him quizzically, "Don't you prefer to be with people who understand your perspective on time? Not babies like myself?"

Achilles has posed:
    "Well... people say, with age comes wisdom. But.. speak to a child and you will see wisdom uncorrupted by the world." admits Achilles as he chuckles, "That, and I have grown so used to hiding myself from the world, including any contemporaries.. that it is just a part of who I am to want to meet new people and make new friends. I enjoy that part of life very much."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"And you do it very well. It's comforting and disconcerting at the same time." She looks up quickly and smiles, "I mean, I could see how it might take an effort on some people's parts not to rely on you to know what to do all the time or treat you as their father. Some order of weird distortion that could take a thousand forms that I can't think of. I'd rather just treat you as a friend if that is not assuming too much. I'm rather European in that regard. Standoffish until I admit people into my inner circle." She caps that with a healthy sip from her glass.

Achilles has posed:
    Rolling his eyes, Achilles shakes his head, "That was why I faked my death in the first place. All of Greece was looking to -me- to lead them. To win the war for them. All but Agamemnon." he adds with a snort. "That man could teach your President a thing or two about steamrolling over anything in his way of achieving greater power."

Achilles has posed:
    "But yes. I would like to think that we have grown close enough to refer to one another as friends and equals." admits Achilles. But what he doesn't add is that he seems to believe that -you- might have a desire for more. He's seen in a few... hundred times.