1110/One More Again

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One More Again
Date of Scene: 11 April 2020
Location: R and D Labs: Triskelion
Synopsis: With his last sample given, Daniel inquires after cultural advice only to find his fellow scientist just as clueless.
Cast of Characters: Daniel Hastings, Jemma Simmons




Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel is really getting tired of these regular visits to the biomedical labs. At first, he took it as routine. He was a dead guy that appeared in a top secret facility. He got it. Now, it's two months later and he's reinstated so they were becoming tedious. Still. It was the rules. For all they knew he had some sort of Kree biological stowed away inside of him somewhere or some deeply rooted psychological implant.

With a heavy sigh, he walks into Simmons' lab. Where it all began. Ended? Began again? "One guinea pig reporting for duty." Daniel offered with dryly as he headed over to a stool and hopped up on it. He wore a short sleeve shirt. It saved the trouble of rolling up his sleeve.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "And how is the guinea pig feeling today?" The question, tinged with the good Doctor Simmon's british accent, is given in good humour. Jemma was, as usual, ready to receive the time-displaced Daniel, with needle in hand. It had gotten to be as routine for her as it was for Daniel. So much so that she had the stool in the same place each time, the perfect height for her to take the sample without having to bend while being as comfortable as possible to Daniel.

    And....as the needle comes closer, Jemma shares some additional information. "Good news, Agent Hastings! This should be the last time we will have to do this. There hasn't been any deviations in the genetic markers since your arrival here and, if this last test proves the same, then you will not have to worry about being used as a pin cushion much after today."

    There is a minor moment as Jemma locates the appropriate place...but, then again, it doesn't take long at all. She, after all, is well practiced. "Are we ready, then?"

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    "Doctor.." Doctor Hastings drolls out. "Do not tease me. You've enough samples of my soul here to tell me what god I believe in." But does he? It's an interesting quandary for someone who got a flash at the breadth of creation. "But if you are serious.. please. Plunge away."
    Nobody likes needles. Daniel takes a deep breath and presents his arm thusly for her ministration. Meanwhile, his attention goes elsewhere. "You remind me that I need to start brushing up on my biochemistry. It would be helpful, don't you think, to be able to read my own charts. In a job like this, I doubt you'd tell me if something was amiss. I'd likely just be tricked into quarantine and kept in an induced coma or something." Is it paranoia if it's true?

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "Now now, Doctor Hastings..." Jemma switches to the other appellation for Daniel, as she inserts the needle deftly, extracting yet another sample as Daniel ruminates about biochemistry. "You wound me. Why, have I not been anything but forthright with you?" Of course, while he is experiencing his own personal paranoia, Jemma uses that as a cover to finish her extraction, quickly carting the syringe over to the table besides her as she turns to apply a bandage to the draw site, wiping the area clean of the singular miniscule drop of blood and placing the small circular bandage in place. "I wouldn't say something if it was not completely true."

    With the extraction completed, Jemma steps back, looking over Daniel with an amused air. "Believe me, Doctor, if there was something amiss, you would know. You would certainly not be roaming freely as you do now. So, really, you should relax. There is nothing amiss. You would know if there was."

    Judging from her demeanor, Jemma is absolutely speaking the truth. Those who know her know that falsehoods are just not something with her.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    Hastings sits there a moment, eyes front as he ponders some internal conundrum, "Doctor.. I know /you/ wouldn't." He smiles faintly and looks to her. "Heaven forbid I impugn your honor. I'm merely thinking of the pragmatism of war. Secrets. The.. safety of humanity." Quotie fingers provided. "I'm not sure I'm cut out to be in the field. For instance.. I met Doctor Von Doom the other day. I can't say it's an experience I want to repeat.. though I likely will."

    Hopping off the stool to his feet, Daniel looks curiously at her, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question? You're a smart woman of this age.. what.. do.. hmm.." He flexes the poked arm as he thinks. "Let me rephrase. What do parents expect? Of a gentleman caller."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a nod as Jemma identifies where Daniel is coming from, at least for present society. "Ah, yes. Secrets and protecting the world. That is what SHIELD does, after all." There is a wave of the hand as Jemma considers. "Well, in my mind, there is only so much that one can learn behind the scenes. Yes, we have access to all sorts of knowledge here, but really...there is so much more that can be learned in person. Out there..." With that, a hand flitters up towards the door. "But yes, I can see how being in the field can be daunting for those not used to it."

    And then....the question about gentlemen callers and how her parents would react is fielded. And...with that comes a sense of confusion, plainly evident upon Jemma's features. "I...am not sure what you are asking. How my parents would react to my social interactions? Or are you asking if I have a paramour?" The confusion dissipates for the moment, as Jemma directs a level gaze to Daniel. "That *is* a personal question, if that is your intent."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    "No no no, quite the.. well.. not contrary.. call it parallel lines if you will." Daniel holds up his palms in tandem. "I certainly have no business minding yours. But, you see, I've recently declared my affections for someone and.. have rather botched royally the introduction to her parents." Exhasperated sigh follows. "And.. given that my last knowledge of any sort of expectation is about eighty years old and I keep finding.. cultural disparities.." For lack of a better word. "I don't want to muck things any deeper than I have." He drops a hand, leaving one raised as a staying gesture. "I apologize, Doctor. I.. took familiarity where there was none. Please disregard my question." He massages his face briefly then starts for the door.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    A frown forms as Jemma considers. "Oh, I see. You are asking for what is the socially appropriate way to deal with romantic dealings, not asking if I have any romantic attachments." There is a fleeting moment of relief before it is masked with a sympathetic look of concern. "Ah, yes, the culture shock. It is expected, considering that modern society would be very much different than what you would have been used to."

    Then, with a laugh, Jemma shakes her head. "You really shouldn't ask me on what I would expect. I have a feeling that my expectations and experience would be vastly different from another." Then, Jemma treats Daniel with a smile. "Science has yet to find sense in the social dating spectrum. I am afraid that this...is something that you will have to discover for yourself." Then, a wink. "Consider it field experience."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Cell phones I can deal with. 'Modern' cars? Simplistic. Computer languages.. primitive by Kree standards." Daniel rattles off a few things that are SCIENCE and NOT people. "But eighty years is a long way to go when you speak the same language and eat the same food but have no idea what people are saying and some people get offended or think of you as.. stuck up.. when you're simply trying to be polite." He throws his hands up. "At least in my day.. you came calling.. expressed interest.. if she reciprocated you were invited into the den and asked about your family and what your intentions were and what manner of job you had or were studying for or.. perhaps your families simply arranged something.. which I understand to even mention the idea now is tantamount to suggesting slavery or murder.. not that I was ever keen on it myself but you get the idea." His hands lower with a sigh. "I'm sorry.. I'm just.. flying blind.. and.. finding that I really do like this young woman. If I didn't this wouldn't be so maddening to me." At least that logic followed. He glanced about. "Ahh.. are we done then? You'll contact me with the results?"

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Daniel's comment about flying blind is accepted and reciprocated with another smile, this one definitely coloured with a bit of empathy. It seems that, regardless of the time shift between the two, Jemma knows how Daniel must feel.

    "Welcome to the 21st century, where we are all flying blind. Especially in matters of the heart."

    The medical doctor then nods, her hand reaching back to indicate the table where the sample of Daniel's blood sits, along with her tablet with his medical information. "Oh, we are good here. I will be sure to send you the results as soon as I have them."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    "Some days I wish I'd stayed obliterated." Daniel grouses with a fair amount of insincerity. Who wants to be dead, after all? He does give Jemma a salute though. "Well.. I can't say that I've enjoyed our sessions but your bedside manner is beyond par." Smiling, he tips his chin then heads for the door.