12787/Gossip Furiae Girls

Gossip Furiae Girls
Date of Scene:	14 September 2022
Location:	Suite 05: Jemma's Suite - Triskelion
Synopsis:	Lurking Daisy realizes that Fitz and Jemma are going out for *something* on Jemma's birthday and messages are exchanged with Jane. Gossip Girls will interrogate Jemma sooon!
Cast of Characters:	Daisy Johnson, Jane Foster, Jemma Simmons

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Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's Jemma's birthday day. There had been plans at work. A surprise pick up of Jemma to drag her to the nearby speakeasy. All done in utmost secrecy. Yet when Daisy was going to the SHIELD suite to pick up their unsuspecting Furiae companion it was when she had felt it..

Two vibrations. Close together. Fitz and Jemma. Meeting outside the darn lab.

So like the good friend that she is Daisy had escaped quietly without being seen and now was shooting messages like she was holding a minigun and her smartphone was the trigger.

"Jane. Jane! Jane!!!" Sent directly to the other Furiae. Not in the group! Something is afoot. "Jaaaane!"

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane is part of the party brigade, and given her idea of birthday presents, she can get intense. How do you get a cool present for your besties? How do you do that without revealing so much? Thus, the Furiae with much to worry about has a few items from a totally foreign space empire stuffed in her bag and a plant that probably would interest their biochemist to worry about slipping through customs.

The phone reply is swift: <Waiting on the customs line. This is taking forever. TSA fast pass my butt. How are you?>

Jemma Simmons has posed:
And...speaking about vibrations.

From what Daisy may be able to tell, those two vibrations are actually closer together than what she may initially felt. With a slight shift. Judging from the general direction, it isn't simply one in the hallway and the other in her quarters. No. It seems both are in the same room.

Meaning that Jemma invited Fitz in.

Wait. Inside? When has Jemma ever had someone else other than Daisy inside her quarters? This is something different.

This...is also completely gossip-worthy.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
<You and your mystery gifts! Buuuuut...., It's happening, Jane. It's happening!> What the heck is Daisy going on about?

Oooh, what is she picking up now? Both in the same room. Or in this case, -Jemma-'s room?

<We have got contact. I repeat, we have got contact.> Daisy is a bit too excited on her writing right now. What could get her like that and that's related to Jemma? Well, it might not be hard to figure out for anyone who knows her.

And specially so the Furiae!

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane takes a few moments to push through the misery that is the Triskelion's inbound line, since work involving anything abroad requires a thorough array of annoying and painful interrogations like 'Do you have anything to declare' and 'Why do you date an alien?' It's all met with the hint of a smile as her gear lights up, all the different bits and pieces triggering the analyst's fields in the same way she herself does. Personal X-ray or scanner? Righto, that means a pat down. Jane /always/ gets a pat down and skin colour has nothing to do with it. Technically it's all not having skin.

<Contact? Ask her about the status of her latest findings on the organic material that Barton brought back.> Oh, that's a mean projection beeping across the aether. Her smile thins as the pat down accounts for silence, a wand beeping miserably over and over until the agent clears his throat. Gotta check that badge. Gotta die inside.

<I'm out WANDering around.>

Another few minutes and she's free from the flight pad with her stuff, towing it on wheels as she weaves a pathway into a fresh space for herself.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Vibe check.

Are the two still in the room? A quick check is a yes. With the standard SHIELD domicile floor plan, the two points are still definitely in the same area. However, the space seems to widen, just a touch...as one drifts further into the quarters. Just what is happening?

Depending on how well someone's triangulation is, it *might* be determined that one of those two vibrations (Jemma's, in this case) entered into one of the two standard bedrooms while Fitz seems to be waiting in the common area. That might seem odd.

Until one realizes that Jemma might be changing clothing. After all, why else would she go into the bedroom on her own with company present?

Of course, all this does is most likely piques Daisy's curiousity even more.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
<No, no. Forget about work this is...> A minute until the next message comes in, <Sorry, was relocating from my hidey spot.> <It's about Jemma and Fitz.> another small break.

<Was going to fetch the birthday girl for us to go out and guess what, Fitz is in there with her. Not in the lab, the damn suite! I bet he's offering her his gift personally.>

<This means change of plans too because we can't interfere! It's like the stars aligned, and for the 1st time there is no catastrophe abound!>

....

<Also, did you just make a WAND pun?>

<Oooh, I think they are going to go out somewhere!>

Jane Foster has posed:
<Hidey spot? You had best not be in the ductwork, you /know/ they send knockout gas through it.> Okay, probably not since HYDRA took over the building but you never know. She coasts through a hallway into another annex close to the landing pads, forced to walk at normal speeds because Odin see fit to make her move at light speeds. Wouldn't that be entertaining? Not so much, chides the bracelet.

Her hair swings down her back, same length and style and colour as ever, though her clothes are marvellously practical for it being a hundred degrees outside. Celsius. Melting the oceans, clearly. <I'm dressed for it, at least. Do you think she had plans already?>

Oh, the goose is out of the bag and causing mayhem in the quiet village. <Are you lurking in her room? Just wait, you might frighten him.>

Jemma Simmons has posed:
In the few minutes it takes to send the exchange of texts, the two vibrational points that Daisy is keeping tabs on have rejoined. Apparently, Jemma managed to do whatever she needed to do in her bedroom in a hurry. The fact that it was such an abbreviated timeframe for that minor separation, coupled by the fact that Jemma even took the time in the bedroom at all could possibly lead to the assumption that no, their little biochem scientist had no prior plans at all.

It is only an assumption, after all. One that will invariably need to be confirmed with questioning. Lots and lots of questioning.

And...those vibrational points of interest are on the move. Heading out of the quarters and down the hall to some mysterious destination.

Together.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
<I am not lurking!> Daisy totally is.

<Ok, I am... *ninjaemoji*> Which hey, now it's making Daisy self-conscious about this but .., they need to figure this out for gossip tomorrow. Not that she will interfere with dinner, nope. But first she needs to figure out -what- is gonna happen. Because they still had plans of going out. <Yea, I was dressed up to. But think it's just gonna be the two of us tonight. Well, we could bring our other halfs.> The blind vigilante lawyer and the King that Does Not Speak together in the same room. That would certainly be a riot.

<So, she is getting dressed up. With Fitz inside the room. I think this was all impromptu because if they had arranged anything before she would had been dressed up by now.> pause, <Woah, she got dressed up in 6 minutes. Is that a new record?> Tsk. Daisy and Jane shall have to go through with Jemma extensively on how to dress up for dinner!

<Yep, it's totally confirmed. They are going out together! We shall commence Operation: Jemma's Interrogation tomorrow morning.>

Jane Foster has posed:
What a naughty hacker! Jane, she of much worth, would never stoop to spy.

Except she works for Odin One-Eye, famously the *trickster* god of the Aesir. The liar, the story bender, the war poet with a cunning streak. Yeah, that's slightly different by standards than Thor stands beside, perhaps, or multiversal storms have strange criteria. <Then you can give me coordinates to where to go. Fourth floor access?> She has a lot of stairs to tread, hauling that damn pile of equipment, or she can just suffer the elevator. Either will do. <You could always bring Matt. I'd bring some guy.> A black heart emoji follows a crescent moon. Yup, she's dating one of Marc's personalities, that's it. <How's your guy doing? Let's plan a rooftop dinner, invite J. and...>

She has to step inside the elevator, getting whisked up as her thoughts turn. <Six minutes dressed up? Sounds like the opposite.>

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The pair of vibrational points of interest fade away into the ambient background noise that Daisy probably feels on a regular basis. Which lends to the fact that yes, the two definitely went out together....somewhere.

Somewhere that is not within the Triskelion footprint. Which, considering exactly the natures of Fitz and Simmons? That's big. One could even venture to say that it is unprecedented.

Yet, there is one person that may still be able to zero in from far away. A certain punny scientist, wandering her way away from Customs. For that particular divinely-powered individual, it may be no problem at all to hone in on the emotional wavelength of one Jemma Simmons.

And, should Jane decide to do so, there would be an array to pick through. Surprise, certainly. A touch of nervousness. Just a dash of uncertainty.

But, overall, happiness. Yes. Jemma is happy. Wherever she is.