14682/Smartest Girl Alive

Smartest Girl Alive
Date of Scene:	14 April 2023
Location:	Meeting Room - GIRL Headquarters
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Valeria Richards, Reed Richards

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Valeria Richards has posed:
GIRL Headquarters has been somewhere Val regularly hangs out for years now. Having people her own age that also understand what she's talking about having been nothing but good since the other options for people to socialize with are usually far older, or worse. Her uncles or Godfather any of whom might inadvertantly create the worlds worst supervillain.

Luckily Val has been nothing but a positive influence. Or at least GIRL has been one on her.

Currently she's overseeing some projects involving the Tereshkova. The fully functional star ship built from the ground up by the young ladies claiming membership.

One some of the big screen lines of code scroll, progress bars inch to completion.

Val dressed in casual jeans and a fantastic four branded football jersey. A 4 and the family surname on the back. Is kicked back watching over things while working on something on the holodisplay of her personal wrist computer. Likely just cooking off another run of simulations or physical builds back home via telepresence.

Reed Richards has posed:
GIRL was something that Reed always believed would become a big deal.

After all, his daughter was part of it. While Franklin got special abilities, Valeria got something even more special, by many standards: her father's brilliant mind. Either way, every now and again, when Reed is willing to get out of the laboratory...he'll come to check on Valeria, make sure she's okay, doing good.

Especially since he's told she built a fully functioning and operable starship.

Eventually, the man walks around the corner, wearing the blue suit with the 4 on the center of his chest. The unstable molecular suit shifts every now and again to mold to the elastic nature of Reed. He wears a white lab coat around himself. He's managed to grow a thick beard, which is brown and partially grey, meeting at where Reed's hair is grey on the sides.

"Hey Valerie."

His voice is deep and calm, though he notices the technology in this office space. "Hope you don't mind me stopping in."

Valeria Richards has posed:
The sound of her father's voice hits her ears and Val looks up to see where it's coming from. The place is often full of super geniuses. And considering how muchh of a fan of Dazzler most of the girls are. The speaker systems are so good a phone call could sound truly face to face.

"Hey dad!" she greats and flashes a big bright smile.

The lack of super powers was always a point of contention and envy. At least until someone reminded her she can just make them. The two gold electrum rings on her middle fingers that activate her Val suit making up for that lack.

"You're fine. This isn't Themyscira after all. No rules against male presenting people here. And luckily most folks are out or distracted so no teenage-ish girls bugging you for hints on how to solve their own problems instead of workshopping it amongst ourselves." she exposits playfully.

Reed Richards has posed:
"I never liked Themyscira...seems a step back than a step forward, but I understand they've been through atrocities and they've made their way to survive. And-" Reed extends his hand to Valerie's shoulder. "They helped take care of my little girl. So they're alright in my book."

Because no matter how smart or talented or brave or old Valerie gets, she's always going to be Reed's little girl. It's a thing with all good dads.

Well, as much of a good dad as Reed can be. Though Reed returns her smile and steps cloesr. "Sounds like it's a good time for me to take a little bit of a break like your mother is always telling me to do." He smiles, pulling up a chair. "Tell me about you."

Where to begin with that?

"How's work? How's...boyfriend? Girlfriend? How's university pursuits, how's...well, how's life?"

Valeria Richards has posed:
Val does like hanging out with the Themiscirans when she can but it's not been much of a social circle for her. She just cannot keep up the training. "I think it's more they're in a holding pattern. Like the Atlantii, Lemuria, Savage Land, Antarctica. Not Florida, that place is just straight backwards." she jokes.

"Taking a break is why I'm here and not running all this from home. The HERBIE's are probably airing everything out and Pierre the Sequinneed Doombot is doing my laundry." she jokes. But the intent was a break from work. So she turns off the holodisplay and swivels around to face her dad.

"So, no boyfriends. I haven't dated one in a while. No girlfriends either. And me and university? I get the odd gig to guest lecture PhD candidates. Diplomas are just time wasted for me now. I had the best teacher ever after all!" she points out.

Never hurts to butter your old man up.

Reed Richards has posed:
Braniacs often have trouble keeping up the training.

It's why Reed is happy he's so elastic, he can just make himself stronger depending on tension strength and the like! Though he nods softly. "Florida is pretty backwards. Last time I went, I think people threw tomatoes at me for suggesting ways to solve the global warming problem."

Reed chuckles ever so slightly. "HERBIE's doing their job well...too well." He tilts his head. "Pierre still works? I thought I..." He shakes his head. "Must be my memory." He chuckles softly, and when she turns around to look at him, Reed sits a little straighter, happy to have his daughter's full attention.

And vice versa.

"Good to know." It's nice to know that Reed doesn't have to meet any suitors just yet! Though he does smile a little bit. "Flatterer." He smirks at his kid. "I hear you're being rather social lately. But...Where are you going to take that?" He gestures to the starship. "I may have been the best teacher...but I had the best student."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Florida only throws tomatos because the oranges sell better. They'd throw fruit at me just existing. If the Brood Infestation in Antarctica happened in Miami, no one would notice." Val jokes and grins.

"Yes Pierre still works. He's harmless. No self destructs and is programmed to pretty much be docile. Bar the occasional yelling of our last name and fist shaking. The real deal likes me too much to do the old gag." she states and chuckles about Uncle Doom.

"Been a bunch of stuff around Rann. Cosmic stuff, drained the hell out of my shields, nearly wiped us. So we're woking on upgrades to avoid that happening again. I'm trying to not take it personally that the shields dropped. But we'll crack it!" she explains.

Reed would be more than able to understand why making sure having functioning shields is important to Val.

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed might be the only one who truly knows. His failure regarding shields created the Fantastic Four. If he was just a bit more careful, they would have had normal lives...but nothing can be so simple.

"Rann? You know, their technology radiates a certain signature on the EM spectrum. It steals havoc on the shields. But there's a workaround. You could be simple - and gross - and use a manure containment pod in the ship rather than ejecting the waste immediately to help with the radiation, or you can reverse the polarity of the shields to make an inverse-layer."

Advice!

"Yeah, well, Doom loves his catch phrases." Reed remarks with a frown. "But I'm glad Pierre is still being entertaining." He chuckles. "I heard about the brood. Might have to add out brainpower to it if the Avengers can't contain it."

Valeria Richards has posed:
The mention of a possible solution get's a very incredulous stare from valeria at her father. "You're kidding? The radiation can be absorbed safely with feces? Poo? It's not like Uncle Ben's or anything?" if it's a prank, she's over thinking it or running with the joke because it is still valid a theory till it's disproven.

"Rann, sorry, no. It's in the Sol system. Or was atthe time. I think I've lost track of all the times we're all crashed something. Us especially!" there's probably a few junkyards with random assortments of Fantasticar parts they can't identify.

"I saw some of the reports that came from that meeting. Justice League and the X-Men are calling dibs. But we should probably make sure they have access to care and stuff after, medical. Anti brood infections stuff. No one likes parasites after all."