126/Not the Moulin Rouge

Not the Moulin Rouge
Date of Scene:	25 February 2020
Location:	Somewhere in Canada
Synopsis:	Bobbi and Hastings talk about the future and SHIELD.
Cast of Characters:	Daniel Hastings, Bobbi Morse

---

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Maybe Daniel was taken by the good doctor. Perhaps it was her education along with combat training. Or just her demeanor. Whatever the case, he took her up on the offer to resolve his issues of being stir crazy. Having invited her down to the basements where he had a suite, she found him dressed.. well a little roughly around the edges. His clothes were clean but clearly a little aged and careworn. He made up for it by being freshly shaven and showered and with a genial smile on his face. "So I found this lovely place I thought I'd share with you. More importantly, it's a part time gig with no questions asked so that helps. Do me a small favor though and don't bludgeon anyone. Even if it doesn't become a regular gig, the owner is nice." There's a flash of a grin and he offers his elbow out to Bobbi. Yeah, he's that old fashioned.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's got her hair down, and is dressed nicely. Well, it's not quite a gown, but it's certainly nicer than a suit with tactical gear. Looking over to Dan, Bobbi smiles. "So. Where are we going? And this is not a date" she says. Oh she's making that so very, very clear. So very clear. If Bobbi wants it to be a date. She'd ask Dan out. That's not happened yet. Instead...instead, they're just colleagues (of a sort) heading out for somewhere nice. Because....because.....reasons

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Canada." Daniel replies with a twinkle in his eye. "Date?" Wait. What? "Ahh. Doctor Morse, I.. if I had my say in it I would dressed quite a lot nicer than I am if this were a date. I certainly wouldn't be wearing a jacket some eighty years old that's been shot at four times and darned with synthetic fibers." Ahem. His feet shuffle. Date. Who said anything about a date? This.. this was an outing! "I said I wanted to get out, yes? That I would like to socialize without being stifled by these four walls. I was merely curious if you had the same desires. To cast aside the white coat as it were. Anyway, it's a place called the Old Tavern. In Montreal. Game?" Now his offered elbow becomes an outstretched hand. Less.. 'datelike'.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi listens. "Montreal? French bit of Canada?" she asks. "Why?"

Looking over she smiles. "So what's the plan. Sneak out, or what? I can't get a quinjet and fly us up there. So" she says watching him. "Why'd you pick Canada? Plenty of good places around here, right?" she asks. She's not taking the hand....yet. Instead she wants to hear him out.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings blinks. "Doctor Morse. First of all. I maybe have been born in Ontario but I am a Quebecoi. French-Canadian. I appreciate music, fine wine.. good company.. and woodlands. Usually with snow. Hockey, even. So if you ask me why it is I would find home a comfort.. clearly you aren't a psychologist." He smirks amusedly. "Secondly, you didn't read my file very thoroughly as to how I get around. If you'll take my hand.. I will show you."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"I didn't read your file all the way. My doctorate iss not in psychology. It's biochemistry. Before i take your hand, explain about this tavern we're going to?" she asks. Ever the observant one. She's wanting all the info. All the info means she's better informed, better armed and able to figure things out.

Or in other words. Logic.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings takes a deep breath, lowering his hand. "You are quickly sucking the wind out of the sail, Doctor." With a small shake of his head, he offers, "It's a tavern. A place where people eat, drink and be merry. It also happens to serve up jazz as a delightful diversion for which I have a penchant on the piano. It is in Montreal, as I said. And I mean to transport us there by folding space to a conveniently placed alleyway that I've previously scouted and previously used to this purpose so there is no need to barter for a jet or other transportation." There's a tilt to his head then. "Do you.. you do.. relax? Don't you? Dance? Sing? Dare I use the word.. frollick?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"It's not a trap?" Bobbi asks. "Okay, let's go" she says with a nod, looking suddenly more relaxed. "Yes I do relax, I don't sing or dance, though. I read" she says simply by way of explaining. "I much prefer being in the corner with a good book however, but a tavern sounds like a change of scenery" Bobbi agrees, offering her hand.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings blinks. Twice. "Now wait." His hand lowers. "Do you mean to say that all I had to do was to tell you this wasn't a trap and you'd come?" A beat. "What if it turned out to be a trap?" GAH! Logic circles! "I.." But then he takes the offered hand and there's no stopping it now. Space folds in on itself and then she reappears... in an alley with red brick walls looking out onto a quaint narrow street. Not many cars. Fresh air. A chill from the cold. And Daniel tugging you along as he walks towards the alley entrance. "You baffle me, Doctor Morse."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi nods, being dragged along. It takes a moment, but she gets her feet under her and runs with it. Quite literally as it turns out. She's goood at runningg and nods to Daniel. "I baffle you? How so?" she asks with a puzzled look. "We're in Montreal? I'd have thought Quebec was colder than this" she says.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"I was wondering the same thing but then I found out that mankind is butchering the planet vis a vis global warming." Daniel replies wanly as he leads the way to a narrow doorway with no seating outside that has a trio of steps down. Hanging on wrought iron is a wooden sign that, in French, reads Old Tavern.. or Le Vieille Taverne. When he opens the door, there's pipe smoke, various liquor aromas, old wood and the sounds of slow jazz being played by a three person band in the way back. "Bonjour." He tosses casually to no one as he enters, holding the door for you.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi can't help but smile. Okay. Okay. This is better.

"So" Bobbi says once she's inside. "Is this like something out of Casablanca?" she jibes. Sarcasm is her way of dealing with things. Which, oddly enough, gets her in trouble. Looking over to Daniel again, Bobbi takes in the surroundings. "Okay, I'll give you this. You got good tastee" she says. See. She's not a complete sass machine. Well, not /all/ the time.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Yes." Daniel replies deadpan to Bobbi as he moves towards a table nearish the band. He gives a gesture to the chair that gives her a view of the door before seating himself with his back to it. "I expect the Germans to come in any minute so keep your head down and be sure to tip the waitress well if you don't want her to rat you out, see." The last he offers in his best 'Chicago' accent. He did at least wait for you to sit before he did. Or simultaneously if you made a fuss about it. "Taste comes with time and patience. Something that modern society seems to have lost. Here.. the outside world is left behind. If only for a few moments."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Sitting, Bobbi nods. "But if they do come, you can escape. They won't come" Bobbi says, hoping to be reassuring. Looking over to Dan, Bobbi nods. "So. This is Quebec. Right" she says settling in with a look over the place. Settling into the chair, Bobbi smiles.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings blinks. "Doctor Morse. If Nazis come through that door, I assure you that I won't flee, escape, or otherwise tolerate their continued blight upon civilization. I doubt anyone in this tavern would disagree with me. Thankfully, I doubt it'll come to that since I understand we won the war." With a gesture to the waitress, he holds up a thumb and a forefinger then looks back to Bobbi. "Quebec province, old town Montreal. Which is the westernmost portion." The waitress comes over with two pints and he reaches out for the handle of his mug. "There's more to see, of course, but I was told this wasn't a date. Just drinks and.. maybe some catching up with the highlight reel of life?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi nods. "They won't. We won" she says and nods sipping her drink. "Oh I'd like to see of Quebec. How about we take a walk and see how this goes?" she asks with a look around. "Believe me, if Nazis come in. I will beat them into submission" she nods, setting the drink down. Watching him across the table, Bobbi grins suddenly. "Se this isn't so bad is it?" she asks with a nod.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings quirks a brow over his beer. "Should it have been?" Then he lowers it, "So tell me Doctor. How did you come to work for your great benefactor? I'm always curious what leads people to a life of thrills and danger. Especially as a scientist. Or did the science come after?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi shrugs. "Honestly? Itt's I was in school, got my degree and then my Ph.D. During that time, I got into research sponsored by SHIELd. So I joined them. That's the short version" she says with a wry nod. "se, that's the thing. I sort of fell into my life of being a field agent, and being a scientist too. It's like I do both things to help out. Like the lab coat over the suit" she says with a nod. "Odd, but effective" she says with a wry smirk.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"It was rather the same for me." Daniel begins. "Well. In a way. I'd completed my doctoral work and was working in academia when the war came upon us full tilt. I was doing work on radar and similar devices when some dark suited individuals asked if I wouldn't mind signing on. Naturally, at that time no one said no to king and country so off I went. Basic training was done right along with.. classified operations. Then Agent Carter came along and tendered me an invitation to something else. Being the nosy soul that I was, I couldn't turn down extra funding and so off I went in the bowels of what would become SHIELD."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi listens and smiles. "See. You got a good point. You did the right thing. But" she says quietly. "But. I'm just trying to figure you out. As in, what do you want to do, then. Besides get this mess cleared up?" she asks. "Like....what do you wanna do for a living, do yo uwant to make the world a better place?"

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings is listening but the question has him thinking. "That's a fair thought. I joined because there was a real threat to the world. Now.. there's no war.. at least not open war. But there are real threats. Some of them within our own government it seems." Which draws a sigh from him and a hearty draw from his ale. "What do I want. I want a challenge to my mind. New avenues of science to open for the betterment of man. Whatever technology I unlock.. I'd want to have it be open sourced. Free for mankind. At least, ideally. There's some pragmatism there depending on the discovery of course. You don't want the atom bomb in the hands of the public, naturally. And.. I still feel compelled to help those whom can't help themselves. More directly. Like that gentleman whom was arrested by police on false charges." There's a slow swirl of his ale then he sips it again. "I'm sorry if you felt you had to ask the question."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi nods slowly listening. "Yes but smaller scale things are definitely worth giving to the public, right?" she offers watching quietly. Okay. Dan's an odd one to put it mildly. "Can you really help people though? I mean. People are people, right? It's like....people are just....I don't know" she offers with a sip of her beer. "Difficult" she says finally.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings chuckles. "People are difficult." He agrees with a raise of his mug as a sort of toast. "But there's all manner of practical applications of physics. I.. just have to do a lot of reading to see what's already been done in the last blessed number of years." He hates the real number. So much. "In the meanwhile.. I have gifts. Gifts which should be put to the betterment of mankind don't you think?" He sips his ale then lowers it. "Look. It's easy to take. Harder to give. More importantly.. oh take that Superman fellow. Sure he had godlike gifts but no one said he had to be a boy scout with them. But he did. And it uplifted spirits. Just like the Avengers and the Justice League, hmm?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"Well" Bobbi adds with a shrug. "Well, I'm half agreeing. Yeah that flying guy is..." she says looking over to Dan. "Something else. But really, he flies. What does he know about the world, exactly?" she ponders, watching him. "See, I don't have much time for flying folks when we got our own problems, ya know?" Bobbi asks. "It's like, yeah, they're flying, but....we got our own stuff going on" she says, meandering toward a point.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings tilts his head as his hands move to cradle his mug. "Out of touch, you mean?" He offers helpfully. "Can't be more out of touch than I am.. though I suppose I'm trying. Trying to get back to my roots." There's a nudge of his head towards the band. "I'm not an attorney or maybe I'd have helped that bloke in New York better. Though I did find him one. So that's something." He thinks a moment. "Right down to it, everyone has their own problems. You just have to realize everyone has them before you get to thinking yours are more important. See that everyone suffers in their own way. Then its easier to get along with folk."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"See, I don't have an isue with getting along" Bobbi ponders looking over the table, drink settlee, a nod as she isn't touching her drink. Instead, Bobbi listens attentively, watching evryone.

"See, we all got issues, but..." she muses. "But..."

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings picks up his mug and sips it as he leans back in his chair. "It seems like you have something you want to let out so I'll be quiet and listen. That is what conversational partners are supposed to do, hmm?" He smiles then cradles his beer as he rests it on his sternum.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi shrugs. "Oh I was just thinking about your situation. What are you going to do if you get kept on lockdown?" she assks. She's genuinely curious, watching him. There's something to her eyes, a brown look over across the table.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel Hastings quirks a brow. "Leave?" He shrugs. "The one thing SHIELD will have to realize is that I come and go as I please. If they want me to obey commands, do their bidding, research.. any of that. Then they have to prove worthy of it. Right now, they're an organization with influence around the globe. It's far greater than anything I've ever know and I have no idea how they wield that power. Right now? I wait. So.. I'm waiting. To see if SHIELD honors their word to me. The sacrifice I gave to them. Then.. we'll see."