16202/Sometimes The Interview Must Wait

Sometimes The Interview Must Wait
Date of Scene:	28 October 2023
Location:	New York, a Lear Jet, and Honduras
Synopsis:	April's interview with Norman is interrupted as he gets clearance to fly to Honduras to help with Oscorp holdings in the wake of the tsunami there. April comes along on the flight so she can report on the tsunami aftermath.
Cast of Characters:	Norman Osborn, April O'Neil

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Norman Osborn has posed:
Norman Osborn's people had worked out the details of the interview that April O'Neil wanted to do with Norman Osborn. There was likely some back and forth about wanting to know in advance the questions she was going to ask. If she agreed to that, well, April found it all smooth sailing after that. If she didn't agree, she'd have been hard pressed about sticking to certain topics at the least.

But those negotiations done, Norman waits in his penthouse manor atop the Windsor Tower in Tudor City, on the East Side of New York. He received a notice from his people that Miss O'Neil had arrived and was on her way up. Norman stands waiting for her to be brought into the lovely sitting room. He's at the window, gazing down on the United Nations building nearby. It's evening and it's lit up beautifully. But mainly Norman just likes the fact he's looking -down- on it. It's fitting to him.

April O'Neil has posed:
Oh, April told them some of the questions, sure, but she kept some secret. She wasn't dumb! She was good at her job, and unlike many reporters she wasn't some corporate mouthpiece. She had integrity and an insatiable curiosity. So, off she went to the penthouse!

She was dressed in a pair of dark slacks and cute pumps, along with a yellow jacket that did wonders with her skin tone, and a v-neck blouse beneath it. Professional, but not too much. The elevator to the penthouse dinged, and out she walked, a laptop bag over her shoulder. She let out a whistle as she glanced about and grinned a bit.

"Walking into these One Percenter homes is always kind of mind-blowing. And here I was, proud of my two-bedroom in Brooklyn."

Norman Osborn has posed:
Norman turns as she comes in. Besides the United Nations, there are views of quite a few major New York landmarks outside, including the Empire State Building and the Chrysler building. It probably has a great view of the East River and bridges there as well.

"Miss O'Neil, please, come in," he says, moving over towards her. One of the TV is turned to the news, though the volume is down low. The coverage is on the tsunami that hit Cozumel and the Yucatan, and then Honduras. It came with very little warning, but the Justice League used the Watch Tower to teleport heroes there. The current footage is showing Superwoman loading up smaller boats onto a container ship and then pulling it away to safety.

"Antique shops do have a nice feel to them, I imagine. All the history contained. The care that goes into them," he says. "Even if it isn't open anymore, I imagine there is still something of that in the air there?"

He must have looked into her to know about her home.

April O'Neil has posed:
The woman walks over to the screen, watching Superwoman save the day as she lightly chews her lip. She glances back at him, then. "Mn. Not surprised you did some digging. I hope the stuff you found was good? I'm not a girl with a ton of secrets," she lies. She walks over to a table and sets her laptop bag down. "I'm glad you could make some time for me, Mr. Osbourne. And yeah, sometimes I just like...sitting with all that old stuff all around me. Places me firmly in the -now-, which I need with all the craziness out there, you know?

Norman Osborn has posed:
Norman Osborn picks up a rock glass he had with a sip or two of scotch left in it. "Of course it pays to know the people you're doing business with. Even this type of business," he says, as he takes a sip. He walks over to refill it, and gestures to the wet bar in a way that is asking April if she would like a drink.

As he focuses his attention on getting the right bottle and pouring, he says, "I found you a most intriguing young woman, Miss O'Neil. You have solid interviewing skills, coupled with a potent mix of being personable and being able to draw and hold one's attention. I'm sure you'll go far. I've also seen a few interviews that probably didn't go quite as well as your subject might hope. I hope that is not the case with me," he says, moving to give her drink should she have asked for one, or just moving nearby if not.

April O'Neil has posed:
She waves off the offer dor a drink. This is business still, afterall. "Right. And all of those contacts are on the up-and-up, of -course-," the woman replies with a small, knowing smile. She takes a seat at the table, turning to face the man.

She furrows her brow a bit as he talks about her potential and her past work. "I...um. Yeah, sometimes I get my eye on the prize and don't know when to shut my trap, as my boss keeps reminding me."

Norman Osborn has posed:
Norman takes another sip of his scotch. Only a little as he doesn't plan to be interviewed while he's not in control of his mental faculties. But it also helps with calming at times. Also good for being interviewed.

"Do you wish to conduct it here at the table then?" he asks, pulling out a seat for himself. Though before he can sit down, his assistant comes in. "Mr. Osborn?" he says.

Norman tells April, "Pardon me a moment, he wouldn't interrupt if it wasn't important." He walks over and the man talks to him quietly for about a half a minute. Norman draws a breath and lets it out as he seems to consider what was said.

He turns back and walks over to April. "Miss O'Neil. I'm sure you've heard about the tsunami in the Caribbean," Norman says. He gestures towards the TV where the news is showing maps of the affected areas just now. "I have a plant in Honduras that suffered damage, though of more import are the employees affected by it. The airspace down there is mostly closed to clear the way for aid flights. But I've just gotten approval to fly down there so I can oversee our efforts for our people. Would you forgive me if I need to postpone this?" he asks.

He no sooner finishes, then he gets a thought. "If you wished, you could accompany me? Report on the aftermath of the tsunami, and when things have calmed a bit, we can conduct the interview there?"

April O'Neil has posed:
She's about to open her mouth when he's called away for a conversation. She sighs and brushes her fingers back through her brown hair, her other hand lightly toying with the zipper on the laptop bag. She watches the two talk, doing her best to read emotional give-aways.

"Oh! Oh, of course. Something like that totally comes first." She rises to her feet and begins to get her things when the question about joining is brought up, and she hesitates.

"...If we're taking a plane to Honduras I'm definatly gonna need a few drinks..."

Norman Osborn has posed:
"Fortunately," Norman tells April, smiling at her answer, "The plan is equipped with a few drinks." He glances the young woman over and then turns to his assistant. "Miss O'Neil will need clothing and accessories for the trip. Please call ahead and have them waiting for us in Honduras. What about lodging while we're there?" Norman asks the man.

"I have a suite reserved at a hotel that is further inland, but not far from the facility," he replies. That gets a nod of approval from Norman, and he dismisses the man to go make arrangements.

"If you do not mind moving quickly, we'll have a helicopter down the street in a few minutes to take us to the airport," he says. Norman offers April his arm to walk her with him.

April O'Neil has posed:
"Good."

She hops to her feet and scoops up her laptop bag. She glances between the man and his aide, blinking as clothing is ordered for her, just like that. "Neat."

"Two bedrooms, right?," the woman assures, glancing between the two. Sure, he's cute, but she has a reputation to keep. Okay, not MUCH of one, but still. "S-Sure."

She hurries over, taking the crook of his arm.

Norman Osborn has posed:
"Of course, Miss O'Neil. In fact if you would prefer a separate suite for yourself that can be arranged assuming there is space," Norman assures her. He gently pats her hand on his arm as he walks her out a different way than she came in.

A private elevator down to the underground parking. A limo that takes them just a block of two away to a heliport that serves the East Side. A helicopter is waiting for them, prop already going. Norman walks April out, a hand gently on her back to make sure she stays a little crouched, even if neither of them are quite tall enough the rotor would reach them under normal circumstances.

From there, a very short flight to JFK and a private space where the helicopter lands near Norman's jet, taking off once they are away. A few bags are loaded, and a truck pulls up. "Emergency supplies for the people," Norman explains to April, watching the loading for a few moments to make sure it is being done properly, then walking her to the stairs up.

A lovely stewardess greets them. "Miss O'Neil, a pleasure to get to serve you today. I love your podcast," she tells April. Norman will let April up the stairs first, following her into the interior of the jet. Which is just as posh in furnishings as you would expect of a billionaire's jet.

April O'Neil has posed:
"A seperate suite would be...yeah, if we can. I get it if we can't, with the relief workers and everything being sent in. Whatever's possible. I don't wanna be a pain." She clears her throat and moves to follow, casting one final glance around the penthouse.

She doesn't freak-out on the helicopter, but it's obvious the whole time she's nervous about the actual flight. She keeps up casual conversation the whole time, quite the friendly and warm person. She eyes the emergency supplies a bit, and sneaks a few photos of the truck and license plate. She can't help it!

She sinks into the seat across from Normon on the private plane and sets her bag down in the chair beside her. She blushes at the compliment, smiling. "That's so sweet of you! Sooooo, I get nervous on flights. A shot of vodka, followed by some Vodka Spritzers, and keep them coming. I plan on not remembering this flight if I can help it..."