16426/After 'Party'

After 'Party'
Date of Scene:	27 November 2023
Location:	Food Court: Triskelion
Synopsis:	The after 'party' that was the end of their yearly field agent exams is crashed by Wanda and her magic drone.
Cast of Characters:	Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons, Wanda Maximoff

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Daisy Johnson has posed:
Finally it was over. The grueling yearly exams in SHIELD where most Agents were tested to make sure they were keeping on top notch form. Specially with field agents, which Daisy and Jemma are. And what was left now? The 'After Party' as Daisy likes to call it, which really is mostly them going to the cafeteria for a meal and maybe even indulge a little.

They deserved it after all. And not that they had the energy for much more, most likely.

Daisy sinks down on her seat, exhaling deeply as she is finally able to relax, "Damn, Jemma..." she says, "Damn.." clearly in approval of the other woman's scores.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Are you surprised, Daisy?"

The words seem rather relaxed. Almost coy, even. Spoken in that unmistakable accent of Jemma's, the question would normally sound the same as any other day. But, there is a hint of breathlessness in there. Daisy may or may not be surprised...but Jemma seemingly was.

Still...

"I did prepare for the exams. And you do know how I am with preparation." Yes, indeed. If there is one superpower that Jemma has always had, it was her ability to prepare for anything. Even before a certain journey to Scottish moors gave her a more defined ability.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Superpowers don't get a pass on SHIELD security. They simply mean more layers of red tape to cut through.

Wanda has a bad streaked with the line for a contractor so it's clear and visible she is not a full agent. Then again, she doesn't need pink tights and a red bathing suit to announce her status. The floating orange disc trailing around after her does that. It's one of those funny devices cooked up by WAND R&D. If she gets more than three steps from it, the disc's trajectory begins to wobble. A meter, it crashes to the ground. But all this is being recorded dutifully by the tablet she carries, the funny 'bee' even if it's more of a CD instead of an insect.

"Come on, this way. Don't hit that---" Oh, that is the thing bonking into a column. It's not very smart. But it zips by, ignoring people in its wake, stationary objects a lot less well. Forward, back, forward back, this is how the witch approaches the queue for soups and coffee. She is pretty easy to spot, and hopefully the disc doesn't bang Daisy in the head as it wobbly flies after her.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Sure, sure. Rub it in.." Daisy doesn't pout but is CLOSE to it, she leaned back with her head a bit bent over as well. Sorta relaxed and not very Agent-like! But their duty for today was done. "But now we rest and---"

It's right when there is that shadow moving close by. And it's not even a person but a magical disc?! Head tilts just in time, eyes go wide. Disaster is averted by fate and perhaps an inch or two. "Wanda! You got a license for that..?"

Totally teasing.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
A light laugh escapes from Jemma's lips. "Me, rubbing it in? Why, I would not dare think of such a vile act." Again, the words are said completely straight. But, the little flutter of a wink is more than enough proof that Jemma might indeed be jesting. Just a tiny bit.

The scientist (and field agent) does take a moment to relax, though. "Though, even I was not sure exactly of the outcome. It is not like years past where I was able to run under the radar, so to speak. I suppose this is what happens when I ask for challenges."

Whatever line of conversation Daisy and Jemma had going is waylaid as the orange disk decides to try to dive-bomb Daisy. Immediately, Jemma's eyes lock onto the drone...recognizing it as a sort of a tracker. "Curious. Not one of Fitz's toys. " How Jemma knows that by sight remains a mystery, for now. Perhaps she would have seen it if it was. "Keyed on Ms. Maximoff, though, apparently. See how more sure the flight patterns are the closer it gets?"

Really, Jemma. Exams are over. She should stop working. But, Jemma does what she does best. Ask questions and figure out the answers.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda has her eyes set on the coffee bar and the steel espresso machine. Figuratively. She's really watching out for the bee hovering after her. It tries to swing around another pole and she twitches her fingers to keep the collision from happening.

"Do you have a pilot's license?" she asks, oh so innocent. Daisy probably does! The witch just makes things up, but she is careful to stay still so the orange disc happily hurtles to her rather quickly and then stays off her shoulder like a tiny rescue raft near a big ship.

It isn't too interested in coffee and it isn't alive. She is, though. She grins at Jemma. "It still has bugs to work out. The prototypes are always a bit tricky. It's either seeing nothing or so overwhelmed it falls on the ground."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Hey, I asked first." Daisy points out, scrunching up her nose but then winking at Wanda, "Maybe I will just have to write you up a ticket.." she teases again. She wouldn't do a good police officer most likely. Her eyes do go to the drone rather more curiously as Jemma starts her analysis. And being the bad conscience cricket she tells Jemma, "You know we are on leave tonight, right?"

She also knowsthat Jemma won't stop until she gets her answers so of course Daisy then tells Wanda, "Sit with us." she offers, "And tell us all about it." a glance around and then leaning forward to whisper.

"If you go to the labs be careful showing it to Fitz."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma would examine it more obviously, but Daisy's admonishment brings her around. A little. Instead of examining it overtly, Jemma switches to a more covert observation. Meaning that hey, Daisy will probably know Jemma is still regarding that little piece of technology...but at least Jemma is leaving it alone. For now.

That does not mean that Jemma isn't going to ask questions. A smile is given to Wanda as Daisy invites her to sit. And, to Jemma's credit, she at least waits until Wanda is seated before the questions fly. "I didn't see an optical sensor on the drone, which tells me that it is not using facial recognition to detect you. Really, it shouldn't waver if it loses range, but rather just remain motionless or land automatically. Which means....magical aura sensing?" Not that Jemma really is a big believer on that sort of thing...but hey, even she knows what Wanda's abilities are...and the orange little flying saucer doesn't home in on anyone else. "Does it derive power from said aura, too? It would explain the overload at times."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
First, coffee. And a pastry. Wanda cannot turn up her nose at a pastry!

Badge swipes are useful for making payments, then she brings her purloined snack with her along with the bee that hangs off her shoulder. It might get looks; there are weirder things, and it's easy to explain away like Sam's falcons. "You are on holiday? How lovely! You must make the most of it." Her tone is warm and bright, full of a charming vigor that's not too overpowering. "Thank you. I wasn't about to fight for a spot, and the offices are a lonely place to grab a bite."

Not to mention it's hardly any fun! "Fitz likes to come up with devices, doesn't he? I'm not very well acquainted with everyone in the labs." Gasp. Someone who knows the Fitz and Simmons separately? Yes, really! "The optical sensors are there, but they had to be reworked. They burn out too fast."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Which earns a cheeky little grin again. It's all very gentle. "It has its own battery source. I'm not sure what except I said no lithium. Explosives are not helpful around people. The energy band is tracking magical energy. I'd show you but I'd trigger about twelve alarms." Really.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Well, holiday. Singular."

Daisy makes quotations marks on those first words. Because really it's just the evening off! She does smile though and explains, "Just went through our yearly field agent exams. It was a doozy." whatever doozy means. "So we enjoy one magnificent late afternoon off." savoring it really, at the cafeteria.

"But yea, Fitz is the one responsible for our DWARFs." she says, "So he may take a particular liking to yours. You know, like Jemma is doing."

"What are you thinking on using it for?" While Jemma does the theoretical questions it seems Daisy is tasked with the practical ones. That's why they work so well together.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Well....if it is being considered for tracking purposes, it will probably do well with that. Though the range would have to be increased. Otherwise it would be rather obvious to whoever is being tracked. Unless..." Jemma's thought diverges as she considers. "Unless the tracker was camouflaged. Stealth technology would work on it."

Obviously, Jemma has some ideas on it. As far as Fitz is concerned... "If it can be engineered, then Fitz will like it. You should see him on the subject of artificial intelligence. There is a reason we don't let him near Mr Stark when he visits." More like 'if', but Jemma doesn't mention that. And...she is being conservative with her analysis of Fitz. She knows better than most just what Fitz would be like if he had access to half of Stark's tech.

He would never come out of the lab. Ever.

Still...Daisy is calling her out, and Jemma looks appropriately chastised. "Sorry about that. It was intriguing...and not from our section of R&D. Call it professional curiousity."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The flash of awareness blossoms. Wanda has the decency to look mildly appreciative and commiserating when Daisy mentions those dreaded exams. "I'd be grateful to avoid them except our training is based off them. Every other day." The tired sigh is practically a recollection of the next ordeal that lies ahead.

She sits gladly though and starts preparing her coffee. Take it black? Never! "Are you both going to do something special with your free time or is this when you would nap?" She nods at Jemma about that. "I believe the end goal is something bigger and further ranged. It's quite useless except to point out the witch or wizard in the room. That has its advantages, but not exactly helpful."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Say sorry one more time, I dare you." Daisy looking over at Jemma with a *look*. Then grinning at her friend, "I know you'd be all over the drone. It's who you are." she taking up her own BLACK coffee for a sip. She won't judge other's brews though. And never a Witch's brew.

Yet as Wanda speaks of the applications of the drone she mmms, "Well, it can be helpful to uncover auras. Maybe even in objects. If you can get incorporate that with the more standard SHIELD drones? It could help scanning for magic in wider areas. WAND would love it." she says with a nod.

Then she shudders, remembering the last time she was at WAND.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"So...err, I mean I apologize, Daisy." Oh, that was an intentional slip. Even the normally dry wit of Simmons cannot mask that Jemma did that fully intentionally. Even that small little smile makes Jemma guilty. But hey, she didn't say 'sorry' that time...

But, as far as incorporating scans? Oh, Jemma is all over that. "We can do that already, Daisy. Remember when we tracked down a certain wayward astrophysicist by the energy signature her favorite bauble emitted? I imagine magical auras are no different. It is just energy wavelengths. I would imagine it would be relatively easy to detect once you know what you are looking for."

Leave it to Jemma to take magic and explain it away as science.