16869/Young Avengers: Recruiting the Best Vision for the Job

Young Avengers: Recruiting the Best Vision for the Job
Date of Scene:	10 January 2024
Location:	Meeting Room - GIRL Headquarters
Synopsis:	Invincible and Prisma show up at GIRL to ask Vivian for assistance and suffer base and group envy.
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Bunny Macleod, Vivian Vision

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Mark Grayson has posed:
Prisma needs practice flying, so Invincible is making sure that she gets it every chance he can get. Having sent out a request to speak with Vivian on cracking the codes to get past the automated defenses to the Lizard League, he had set up a meeting at GIRL HQ. Once they were ready, they took off from New York to head towards Bludhaven, Mark is dressed in the familiar blue and yellow.

He takes his time, making sure that Prisma can keep up until they arrive outside GIRL HQ. "You know, I never considered coming here before." he muses. "I bet Eve would dig on this place."

"So... I guess we just..." He glances at a panel and presses on the button. And he waits.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Prisma does need practice f lying. She's only topping out at about two hundred miles per hour -- which is respectable ground-level speed car, but when you'r eup in the air? Well, INVINCIBLE can fly at mach speeds. Prisma? Eh. Still got the training wheels on.

    She fumbles her landing a little bit, striking the ground and skipping a couple of times like a rock before she ends up upside-down, top-under-teakettle, back to the wall with her goggles askew.

    "I'm okay!" Bunny breathes out.

Vivian Vision has posed:
GIRL HQ is nestled in the grounds of Pym Technologies and the complex boasts some of the best security that money can buy. Not to mention excellent sensor coverage. It might not look like it's defended against supervillain threats but looks can be deceiving!

For one thing Vivian Vision generally makes it her business to know everything that's going on. Admittedly keeping track of everything her Great Aunt Nadia is doing is... a challenge. But hey when it comes to things a super genius finds boring like admin or security. Well she tends to stay involved.

Which is a pretty long winded way of saying she doesn't just know when Prisma and Invincible arrive. She's booked a meeting room. Arranged for snacks and drinks. And started a security clearance review. So by the time they've got to the door? I'll open in two shakes of a rabbit's tail.

A drone will show them both into one of the fancier meeting rooms. The walls decorated with various GIRL projects. Mostly images from FTL space tests and various photo's taken during the construction of the GIRL FTL ship.

Nothing says showing off quite like Intergalactic Travel.

The young synthezoid motions towards some seats when the drone opens the door. "Thank you for taking the time to stop by at GIRL HQ," she says brightly. "Can I offer you anything to drink? Tea, coffee, or maybe a fruit juice? There are also some muffins.. Assuming the rest of the gang haven't eaten them all yet."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Oh man, how many times did Mark crash when he was learning to fly? He was like a rerun of the Greatest American Hero at times. He /almost/ gets in the way to catch Prisma when she comes in for a landing. But some things are only learned with experience.

To his credit, he doesn't smile. Much.

Making his way to where Prisma is overturned, he squats down and offers his hand. "You did much better that time! You're getting there!" he promises her. Once he's gotten her to her feet, the drone is there. "Oh. Yeah, Atom Eve would totally love this place." Except probably not, considering how green she is.

Following the drone as they make their way down the hall, Invincible is drinking in the decor. "See..." he says quietly to Prisma. "... it even looks better here. And they have a /spaceship/. We can't even get a used Quinjet." He totally wants to do a makeover of their headquarters as he arrives into the meeting room.

Noticing Vivian, he offers up a wave. "Hey!" he greets warmly, "Is Miss Vision okay, or do you perfer something else? Anyway, thanks for seeing us. I'm Invincible, this is Prisma, another Young Avenger."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "The Young Avengers aren't GIRL, Invincible." Prisma states, dusting herself off "We get a little stipend because we're kinda up-and-coming for the Avengers. Most of us, anyway. /Some of us/ are stronger than some of the Avengers."

    Not Prisma though. She's still getting the training wheels. "And there's nothing wrong with the publishing--" she was going on before they got to the meeting room, and then she's standing prim and proper.... well. Rolling prim and proper, she's on roller skates again.

    "Hiya!" she greets Vivian. "Oooh, yes, could I have a grape juice and a muffin, please?" she replies politely, with a big smile showing her slight buck teeth.

Vivian Vision has posed:
It rather helps when the boss of girl is the daughter of a billionaire with a corporate empire that includes a major tech company. Probably Eve would love GIRL because, despite being so high tech, it's the sort of tech which restores the environment rather than harm it!

The drone zips off to fetch the food and drink order as soon as it's complete. Viv devoting a portion of herself to handle the task without conscious thought.

"You can call me Vivian or Viv if you prefer," she says with a laugh. "Miss Vision makes me sound strangely old." She shrugs and sits herself down. Rather than any sort of office power moves the table and chairs are arranged to convey equality. A meeting of minds rather than anything too official.

"So what brings you to GIRL today?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Water would be great, thanks." Invincible finally remembers to answer the question about getting a drink, after being prompted by Prisma's response. "Your base is really nice. I have a friend that'd enjoy it." he admits before he moves to take a seat when offered at the table.

"A few months back, Prisma and I were out on a patrol and came across what we believed was the home of the Lizard League, supposedly." In truth, Mark and Bunny were on a date and stumbled across the island fortress quite on accident.

"I've had someone keeping an eye on it, and there's new information that's come about that they are planning some big thing on the Island that requires all their leadership to be in one place." He draws in a breath.

"There's a lot of times where a group has to wait for a response, or something to happen, to be reactive to it. I want to take the fight to the League. But in order to get surprise, I figured we might need someone that can take down an alarms or automated defenses from afar. Your name came up in the conversation as possibly being able to do that."

"So, that's why we're here. I want to see if you might be willing to be our spearhead, get down the defenses and give us a good chance to interrupt whatever it is that the Lizard League might have been plotting all this time."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Right now, our group doesn't have anyone with the tech skills to really provide the penetrative presence to take down digital defenses and get us in with the least amount of risk. The Lizard League itself is already a pretty big threat, and it'd be nice to kind of be able to get in--" Prisma flattens her hand and makes a sweeping noise.

    "Under their radar."

Vivian Vision has posed:
The drone returns with the order promptly. It's almost as if Viv has had to master the art of bringing people snacks to distract them. Probably because she has. There have been more than one occasion when a super genius needed baked goods to stop a doomsday weapon being inadvertently being invented....

"It's not really a base," she says with wry amusement. "It's a science lab and engineering workshop. We just happen to have members with access to... pretty much every technology you can imagine?" Not just limited to Earth technology either. Alien members and FTL adventures have lead to some very weird projects.

"Well I can certainly take a look. Do you have any data on the location to hand?" she wonders, tilting her head. "Depending the set up I could easily access a computer system remotely from a safe distance. But if they're running a closed wired network... Well that's probably not a huge concern for me. I can phase to avoid sensors and holographically mask myself from view."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Accepting the water, Invincible glances at the drone. "Uh, thanks." Do you thank a drone? Do they have feelings? Probably not, but he does it anyway. There's a grateful smile to Prisma for her extra input on exactly why they need Vivian herself.

"Ah. I see, thank you for the correction, Vivian. Regardless, it's pretty awesome." There's a rolling shrug of his shoulders as he cracks open the bottle to take a sip. But when asked on the information, he reaches down to take a datapad from his side pocket and opens it. A passcode put in, and he slides to to Vivian. The pad is new - his last one was destroyed in the fight with his father.

"It's a small island off the coast of North Carolina. It used to be a Naval Base, shut down during the Cold War, assume that's when the Lizards moved in."

As she is explaining what she can do, Invincible raises his brows beneath his mask and glances aside to Prisma. "We haven't asked her to join the group why?" he asks with a touch of amusement, before he asks, just to clarify, "So, you can do this from afar... or just ninja in and deal with it?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Thank you!" Bunny thanks the drone. Gotta be polite to all AI related items in case of robot uprising. Or Ultron.

    Prisma breaks off a piece of her muffin and sips the grape juice primly as Invincible speaks, and she leans back in her seat. She considers for a moment how professional it is to test if the seats spin.

    And if they do spin, she's going to very slowly rotate herself a couple of times, listening into the conversation between Invincible and Vivian before she comes back around to facing forward, and gives a purse of her lips up to Invincible.

    "I think for thel ast couple of months we had our hands full with other business." she states with the utmost seriousness to the taller superhero, and then gives a small smile to Vivian.

    "I don't think they're operating on a closed system. I mean, they don't seem to be THAT bright -- they attacked the Statue of Liberty."

Vivian Vision has posed:
Given Vivian is controlling the drone personally it's basically the same as thanking her. Not that it's likely clear she's controlling it. There were plenty of GIRL drones operating around the HQ. Probably some of them were ants or wasps. Visitors are generally advised not to think about that too much if they've got insect phobias.

The information from the pad is wirelessly uploaded. Scanned for security risks. Then Viv simply holoprojects it into the air around them.

And of course the chairs totally spin.

"Just doing a little light investigation for you now," she muses. "Ah there we go. Piecing a few weather satellite feeds together I can get you some basic overwatch. Will take a minute ot two to probe for security vulnerabilities." There's a little frown of concentration. "I probably don't need to visit the site in person to assist. I'm not an especially quick flier if I'm honest. Been meaning to update my systems in that respect... So unless you needed on site back up I'd ideally just run the operation from a secure location in New York."

This is secret code for 'on my couch at home'. But shhh. Secret.

Mark Grayson has posed:
It's a standard SHIELD pad. Nothing fancy, nothing special. No personal information on it, Invincible is bright enough to keep all that information in a seperate device. And then there's the holoprojection that springs to life. Yeah, that envy is getting worse. And he has images of the once planned Teen Team headquarters that naver came to be.

RIP Teen Team, you never really happened.

"Overwatch would be excellent." he offers politely. "I thought we might be going in blind, but I'd be happy to have an eye in the sky. Thanks." Though when she mentions she can update her systems, that brings a curious quirk of his lips. "Do you upgrade often?" No Mark, no Mark, don't ask if she has to get updates from Microsoft. BEHAVE.

"Secure location works for me, to be honest. I don't expect us to just walk in there and they just put up their hands in surrender. It's not going to be easy or fun. Any advantage we can get is a good one."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I dunno, it'd be kinda nice if they just put their hands up and surrendered. The drycleaning costs on the suits are killing my clothing budget." Bunny jokes, and spins the other way in her seat, slowly, as she considers.

    "I'm with Invincible on this one, having an eye in the sky -- or in their security system -- would be pretty handy. I like going in with info, makes it easier to know when to throw up a shield or when to duck low and deliver a skin-destroyer." she states with a bright grin.

    And she slowly rises about two inches out of the seat.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"No," Vivian says with a tilt of her head. "I've never upgraded myself at all. I've just been frustrated by my fairly mundane flight ability since I was young." Younger anyway. Chronologically speaking she's only five. Then again in tech terms that's probably quite a long time. "Although I'm capable of doing anything an Organic Human can do. So training with the right gym equipment could 'upgrade' me."

She gives the two Young Avengers a thoughtful look as if considering important matters. "I've also educated myself which in a philosophical sense is the most important upgrade one could give themselves."

And then she winks and nods. Perhaps that was an AI joke!

Mark will be even more jealous when he finds out the holographic system isn't even from the meeting room. Viv was just doing that herself.

"That all seems very achievable. My room-mate is part of your team already, if it's acceptable I can study her communications unit and get all the needed channels for communicating with you all." She is however assuming the team /has/ communications devices and encrypted comms.....

Mark Grayson has posed:
As Prisma starts to float up into the air, Invincible reaches over. He puts his hand slightly over her head, and when Prisma bumps into it, he just lightly guides her back to her chair, keeping his hand there until he knows that she's got back under control. "She just got an update." he explains, a wry smile touching his lips, before he nods slowly.

The AI Joke probably just sailed right over his head, truth be told, but he's not going to admit that.

Then she points out that her roommate is one of the team. "Oh? Are you allowed to tell me who it is? If not, that's fine. Just curious. Anyway, since you can study her comm, that makes things a bit easier. And to make it easier still, I'll make sure to get the info up the line to give you full access as a member, if that helps? That is, if you're interested in being part of the group." No pressure.

"But really?" A small breath and a sigh, as he looks aside to Prisma. "She's our current communications expert. And that's probably because she understands social media and such better than the rest of it. I have my T-Comm from the Titans, but the rest of us usually work off phones and what not."

He reaches up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "I'm working on getting us up to date. Even at the moment, we're using the tailor that makes our uniforms - as a place for the group to get theirs from."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    BUMP. Prisma looks up at the hand, and then takes a deep breath and lets it out sloooowly, and settles back to the chair. She gives a grin at the joke.

    "Education and learning stuff's software updates! I just got hardware updates." she jokes, and flexes her arms. There are muscles there under the fabric, probably.

    "But yeah -- it'd be nice to have someone on the team full-time that knows all the tech ins and outs." she condisders, and sip at her grape juice again.

    "I have an earbud and my Starkphone connected to the Young Avengers, just in case anyone needs me for anything. I try to be available to help everyone in case they have questions, or need dinosaur hugs, or need to just hang out and vent steam. It's not easy to be a hero, a lot of us have Stuff to sort out." she offers.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"You don't know?" Viv glances between Bunny and Mark. "I always assumed teams generally review backgrounds for members. Get basic information about their living situation and who might need informing if there's an emergency." Probably Molly is the one causing an emergency. Her roomie gets into mischief a lot! Probably something to do with the jetpack... "Molly Hayes. We went to high school together."

She chuckles as Mark talks about recruiting her. "I'd be happy to assist your group. I have commitments with GIRL and the Titans, but I haven't been actively fighting crime with the Titans for a while. Mostly I've been pitching in with logistics and support tasks."

The synthezoid gestures at some of the images on the walls. Mostly at people in space suits. "If you need help getting costumes I could look at putting together a few things?" she offers. "Between Janet, Val's Mom, and our facilities we should be able to put things together." And yes, she did refer to one of the Fantastic Four as 'her friends Mom'. Poor Sue.

"I understand you're based in New York? That'll probably be easier for me to stop in for technical support. I am heading to college soon and going between cities isn't ideal for attending classes."

It's a busy life being one of two synthezoids on the planet!

"I can also fabricate some smartphone suitable encryption software for a stopgap measure. At least until you've sourced some more specialist equipment for field operations."

Mark Grayson has posed:
There's a soft breath blown out. "There's a lot to hash out. We'll get there." Invincible admits, removing his hand, only after giving Prisma's hair an affectionate ruffle and drops his hand back to his side to finish his water. "I also work with the Titans, but more on an alliance basis. When they need some extra heavy lifting needed usually." A rolling shrug of his shoulders before he smiles a little.

The troubles of being only one of two Viltrumites in the solar system.

"That sounds fine. If you don't mind, you can us my pad for access, put together a little proposal packet and we'll bounce it around and get some additional support."

He doesn't offer much on the pair of their school progress, instead, he considers. "I want to thank you for your time, Vivian. It sounds like you have a lot of irons in the fire, so I appreciate the moment of your attention. And I look forward to your help and continued support.

Rising to his feet, he moves to offer his hand to Vivian. "I'll let you know when we're ready to stage the assault. Looking at next week, weather permitting."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny shoves the rest of her muffin into her face and goes to stand up, her mouth closed as she gives a nod, cheeks puffing out a little as she chews. She didn't have much to add, being Support for Invincible, and she also offers her hand to shake to Vivian as well.

    She's very cheerily keeping a chipper expression though in spite of those chipmonk cheeks and the crumbs clinging to the front of her uniform.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Any sort of organisation, especially one made up of young superheroes, is going to have a lot to hash out. Probably there will always be something that needs sorting. Budgets, rotas, training, upgrades, repairs, medical check ups and the inevitable time travel & alternate dimension issues.

It's like herding cats. Only more difficult.

"I'll first attempt some subtle information gathering. Before I escalate to electronic warfare. That way I can provide some strategic data you can use for a tactical assault plan. I'll obviously highlight my recommendations but don't expect them to be followed. Decisions about missions fall to the tactical experts."

She shakes each offered hand in turn. Her skin feeling remarkably smooth and Human. Except for a slightly plastic-yness.

"I like to keep busy," she jokes. "I don't quite have a brain the size of a planet. But I do require a lot of information to keep me occupied."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Sounds rough. Hopefully we don't cause it to explode." Invincible offers with a smirk after shaking the hand, and turns to face Prisma. "Let's go, want to grab some Gary's on the way home?"