1634/Black Mirror

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Black Mirror
Date of Scene: 12 May 2020
Location: W.A.N.D: Triskelion
Synopsis: Bad mirror is bad! Roald Amundsen would've kicked its butt!
Cast of Characters: Dane Whitman, Jane Foster, Lara Croft




Dane Whitman has posed:
So...looks like extra days of rest are NOT on the menu, at least not yet. Dane Whitman managed to get food, a couple hours nap, a shower and a change of clothes and that was about the time his phone went off, ordering an evaluation of the new artifact sooner rather than later so they can bury it deep in cold storage.

And so Dane Whitman stands before the eight-foot tall, blackened mirror-trap, with a "MIT" branded travel mug of coffee in his hand, studying the device with a...less-than-enthused expression on his face.

"Well. Here it is."

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane Foster needs to sleep. Needs, wants, and doesn't get what would be nice because of half a dozen piles of paper. Dane slept during his unconsciousness; she did not, holding vigil. Eventually she crashed somewhere: couch, back seat of a car, under the desk in her office. It really doesn't matter, except to say she is held together with gum, too much tea, and not nearly enough substance to last for long. Still, there's a smile on the stargazer's lips because she can rightfully say the world is sunny. Fresh and cleaned up in presentation helps, but t-shirt and jeans hardly make for an impressive uniform. Maybe she needs a helm with great big golden horns.

Right, someone has to report on that to SHIELD.

So it is she curls up in a seat nearby to Dane, making unhappy notes to Fury, Hill, and anyone else in the upper echelon. Another MIT grad, she has a pot of tea bubbling away in its own plug-in mini-kettle. There is a pitcher of water because no doubt she's going through all of it. "Mmhmm."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's responsibility to her lineage often had her attending public events. It was apart of the deal to solidify her family name and the inheritance that comes with it as well. Her family's estate back in Surrey had to be dealt with back in January, she'd had to go back home to find her house in ruin and to search it for the secret resting place of her mother that her father had built in memory of his departed wife... it was a big thing, a strange thing, like most things in Lara Croft's life.

All the same, the information she'd gotten from that had solidified her claim on her family's estate and... along with that, her responsibilities as a British noble.

So, Lara is also arriving to the WAND offices tonight in an odd uniform. She has a dark blue light jacket on that has SHIELD badges on her shoulders, which is entirely fine, but beneath that is the very obvious black evening gown that wisps about her legs as she walks. She'd come to the Triskelion after attending a museum event, to get her face and name out there publicly.

Lara passes by both Dane and Jane, her arms filled with a bag and a few black plastic folders. Her dress swishes around her as she comes to a stop and she looks over at them, then at the mirror.

"My word... what... is this?" Lara asks, paused now, in her strange attire, staring at the mirror.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Hey Lara. Hope it wasn't too much of an interruption. We brought a present from Metropolis?" But hey! He can safely say he didn't make the call. Just was another one on the list. Not surprising since the team he was with called it in for pickup...he was unconscious at the time though, so it's totally not his fault! We can blame it on Daisy. Totally Daisy's fault.

Dane takes in a deep breath, glances towards Jane with a weary smile, and notes, "May as well get started." He flips on the small recorder he's got with him, "Object report #515783, cross reference "Metropolis Shadow Incident, May 10th, 2020."

He pulls out a laser measuring device and takes a couple quick readings, "The Object is...2.5 meters tall by 1.25 meters wide...."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Hello. That's a fabulous dress. Trust us not to interrupt anything, did we?" asks Jane, looking up as she finalizes her elegant array of notes. Two presses of a button on screen finalize her work, and she generously sets the tablet aside to pay attention to her human companions rather than the digital ones. Teacup certainly brought to her lips, the suspect who didn't describe the full detail of the mirror when bothering SHIELD was busy guarding a really scary sword. Or composing confidential rundowns. Whatever!

Tiredly, she raises herself from the seat with none of her usual grace. This time, there is only that definite sense of weight resting on her shoulders not normally there. A creature of the evening by profession still requires those moments of daylight to thrive, and she certainly might be slower, softer, than many other hours. Falling in next to Dane, she watches him go about his work. Unfortunately, the recorder will pick up her voice if she says anything, so she refrains, instead nodding to the cracked object thus healed.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara passes by them both then as she looks away from the enchanting mirror to the two studying it. Both of them are giving a smile from the Briton woman. "No no, I'm needing to finish a few things before I head home for the night. We all seem to pull rather odd hours around here, do we not? I guess that's why the rest of the building has so many colorful names for this Division of the Agency." Lara stands beside her desk and sets the folders down that she was carrying, along with her bag. "And thank you." She says to Jane with regard to her dress. "I was at a fund raiser for a colleague's upcoming expedition. It was... actually one of the better events I've attended recently." She glances down at herself, then up to them with a brief grin. "I thought the jacket would make me blend in as just a regular Agent, no funny business."

As Lara organizes her belongings she turns around to stare at the mirror again while Dane records his findings. "I must say. I'm eager to hear about /this/ piece."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"The Object's proper name is as-yet unknown. It presently imprisons the shadow-entity that threatened Metropolis from approximately mid-March to May of the current year. Object should be handled with extreme care. The reflective surface has taken on a darkened appearance, presenting less as a mirror and more like a void, though reflections can be seen on close approach." Dane continues, "The object had been broken, which had released the creature from its' prison. Cross-Reference files on the Metropolis Shadow Creature Incidents for further details. Recommend debriefings of Superman and Daily Planet Reporter Lois Lane for further details. Simple physical contact presents no threat." Dane actually reaches out to touch the reflective surface to prove that particular fact, though it had already been noted by those handling it earlier. "It is of paramount importance that the Mirror remain intact. Recommend deep storage under maximum protective conditions. Viability as an asset should be rated extremely low."

He flips off the recorder and smiles a bit wearily towards Lara, "AAaaand taking a break. But that about sums it up, I think."

Jane Foster has posed:
See, he's giving a full account of the object. "When it's shattered, you can recompose the mirror pieces to seal it in again. A missing fragment, no matter how small, gives it a means to escape however," Jane supplies Lara with a few extra tasty morsels that might prove useful. "Sealing it up seems to be a function of a spell or enchantment on the mirror. Suppose it was disrupted or destroyed, I do not know how well the jail would work. Thus, the need to keep it well and truly out of anyone's hands."

She tries to rake her thoughts over the coals, as it were, in hopes of something sparking up. "The event sounds like fun. An expedition! I was reading about too many polar explorers, and now have found myself trying to find a way to wander up to the High Arctic. Spitsbergen or Franz Josef Land, find some readings. Stay out of dirigibles, though. Nasty way to go. I was reading about an unfortunate group of Italians who had their blimp ice over, lost half of them in a storm. That's directly what lead to Roald Amundsen's death, in fact." With a shake of her head, she proves her nerd explorer credentials probably without even trying. "Inside is a wicked, terrible spirit entity that manipulates shadow and drains your life away with contact. It spawns minor demons... and yes, I mean demons. I cannot believe I am saying that, but they /are/ repelled with salt, holy water, fire..."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara turns her desk chair around and positions it to face the mirror. She settles in to it and reaches for her thermos while she listens two the both of them talk. When they finish she finally takes her eyes off of mirror to look over at them both. She smiles at Jane first. "There was a picture of Roald Amundsen on the wall outside of my father's office. I used used to stare at it while I waited for my dad to get off of the phone. He had this... gaze about him that I swear he could see through the photo and right into my soul." She smiles softly then. "He's only been gone 92 years, perhaps he'll make it home soon." She grimly quips before her eyes go to Dane and she glances between him and the mirror. "So this thing is ... staring at us? Presumably? While waiting for the mirror to be even slightly chipped so it might free itself from this small prison we've placed it within? While we in-turn scramble for salt and fire?"

Lara raises her drink up to her lips and takes a sip from it as she leans back in her chair and crosses her legs at the knee, sorting our her flowing black dress a moment there-after.

"At least we know the classics work on it..."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Not sure that's going to hold the master entity back if this thing cracks. Which is why we should bury it deep and throw away the key." He notes, "Though maybe...it seems like there might have been a period of power accumulation required before it reached maximum crisis point." He shakes his head, "Either way, hopefully we don't find out anytime soon. Getting grabbed by that thing was a whole lot of not fun." Dane doesn't seem like /haunted/ by it or anything, but definitely not an experience he's looking to replicate. "And on that note..." He glances down at his mug, "I'm going to go get a refill in the cafeteria. Be back in a little bit. You two need anything?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"Roald Amundsen is one of those great heroes. That black and white photo of him in his Arctic parka, the great shaggy hood around it, stands out. I can visualize that long face of his. Missing, never found. It seems appropriate he vanished without a trace, not to be conquered by mere death," Jane supplies with a fondness floating behind the words. Her tone softens as it warms to that freaminess. "I think I would've liked your dad. I certainly like you. That photo is impressive, though. If it is the same thing. One day, though, he might come. Or we will learn a little more."

Don't count on it, but she can play to Lara's suggestion with a gentle laugh. Laughing in the face of fear and terror, eh? "Throwing this away might be a good thing. There must be a vault lined in lead, cement, Portland concrete, the papyri of the Book of the Dead, and photographs of Director Fury looking unimpressed that would repel even the scariest of spirits." She glances to her teacup, still in hand, having totally forgotten she carried it. The writer didn't. "Let me come along with you. I need another cup of soup or a sandwich."