1754/Spiders and Androids

Spiders and Androids
Date of Scene:	20 May 2020
Location:	Recreation Lounge: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Gothic Lolita meets Jessica Drew and Jennifer Takeda more formally, and the trio get to know each other slightly better.
Cast of Characters:	Gothic Lolita, Jessica Drew, Jennifer Takeda

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Gothic Lolita has posed:
    It's been a week or so since Lolita was...well, not quite rescued. Acquired? By SHIELD. By this point the mecha in question has repaired her normal attire, meaning she tends to stand out as she wanders the Triskelion. She's been released from the security section for the moment in a limited fashion, enought hat she can at least go down to the recreation area instead of having to remain in her room. Of course, she has a pair of minders following her around at the moment, which she's been fairly copacetic about really.

    Thus, when wandering into the rec room and walking over to gracefully sit on the couch (which creaks a bit as she does) and fluffs her skirt as she crosses her legs, she has two SHIELD agents watching her from the door way.

    She'd sigh a bit about it, but to be fair, they could be pointing anti-mecha weapons at her constantly. Really, she's mostly just wanting to peoplewatch a bit.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Between meetings, Jessica escapes for an espresso that she knows she doesn't need and for one of the surprisingly good pastries, crumbly and loaded with butter, that miracles of miracles SHIELD supplies. Someone, somewhere in this vast and intricate organization is a hedonist, she decides as she dabs the crumbs off of the plate, cup suspended in air to chase it down.

She has adopted nerd mode with her dark hair back in a loose bun and the standard issue black SHIELD uniform, her touch are the combat boots that would do any street tough justice.

She gazes at Lolita's entrance mildly jealous of her being out of uniform, checking out quickly just how many layers she has on. Lifting her cup in greeting, "Hi. Letting you out a bit?" Her eyes don't miss the guards at the entrance whom she elects to nod to but not greet.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Apparently they've decided I can be trusted to not immediately kill everyone in the area, yes." Lolita says dryly, idly smoothing her skirts, eyeing the pair of agents who eye her back. "Though Agent May was kind enough to give me a sewing kit to repair my outfit at least." Which appears to be expertly repaired...or at least, the cuts in her stockings seem to be mostly intentional. "Taking a moment to yourself between missions?" she wonders. "We didn't really get a chance to speak earlier. I'm Gothic Lolita...though Lolita is fine. Or Lol. Or Goth. Some combination. There was some suggestion that my future codename be Wednesday."

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     You can't get much further out of uniform than Jenn is. However, it's in everyone's best interest that she remain that way. The teen wanders into the rec area, switch in one hand, a brown paper bag and a biochem hazard disposal bag in the other. The second bag is currently empty for now. Huh. Poofy dress. That definitely doesn't fit the usual look. The much more normally dressed Jessica simply gets a nod, before the suited teen drops onto a couch. Switch is set up on a little stand, controllers are removed from the bag, along with a bottle of sprite, and a wrapped order of fish and chips from the Cafeteria. Less staring in here.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Wednesday?" Jessica has no more odd a past than the vast majority of mutants and denizens of SHIELD. She has surprising gaps, mostly cultural references from having spent a large part of her teens in an induced coma and then the other part of it being turned into an agent of HYDRA. But she thinks she knows this one. Thank you late night re-runs. "Like in the Addams Family?"

It is part of the unspoken mutant deal: don't stare. No mutation outranks another and it most likely hurt and was undesired. You just never know. "Hello," she says to the newcomer, neither too brightly chipper with her Oxfordian accent or too offhand.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Precisely.. Ironic humor and fashion comentary wrapped up with a little black bow and skull." Lolita says with a faint smile, before turning her head slightly to watch Jen walking in, raising a brow curiously at the suit she's wearing. And the bags. Bag lunch? How does she eat it in the suit though? Hmmm. "Good afternoon." she says to Jen curiously as the girl sits nearby.

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     Jess gets a nod of acknowledgement, which is about all the politeness Jenn is likely to extend at the moment. Single use plastic utensils are removed from the bag as well, along with a straw. Straw goes in soda, tartar sauce is applied to lunch, and then she reaches up to her visor. It unseals and opens about two inches with a hiss, the soft whir of the fans kicking into a higher gear as it goes into negative pressure mode. "Wouldn't say it's good." She forks up some fish and chips, threading it through the gap in the open visor and taking a bite.

Jessica Drew has posed:
The suit might explain a lot of the young woman's aloofness. Jessica does not take it personally. Chasing another crumb on her plate, she glances at Lolita, including Jenn in a nod, "I don't know that I've introduced myself. I'm Jessica Drew. You can dispense with calling me Agent when we are not around the high mucky-mucks. So, should I call you Wednesday? Do you have any preferences?" Turning to Jenn with an open expression, "I don't know your name, either?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Well, given a choice, Lolita, Goth or Lol will work fine. I doubt there are too many others with a name like mine. And it is my name...not just a codename." Lolita says easily, her sensors flipping over as she idly runs Jenn through a spectrum of scans, a brow raising slightly as she takes in exactly the sort of energies the girl is putting out. Well. That explains thes suit really. "It's true. The quality of a day is subjective to the individual. But it is at least another day of existence as opposed to nonexistence." She smiles at Jessica. "A pleasure then, Jessica." She glances at Jenn curiously. "And you, miss?" she adds politely.

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Jennifer Takeda. Thought they sent a paper around about me or something. 'Don't piss off the walking WMD'." Cue another bite. ...Surprisingly good food, considering it was a government institution cafeteria. She wiggles her fork hand, and the bracelet around her wrist. "I'm allowed to be here. And less people stare at me in here than in the caf."

Jessica Drew has posed:
The show of defensiveness on Jenn's part earns a slight nod and a smile that Jess is careful to suppress. "Of course, you're allowed to be here. It would be odd if you weren't. People who stare are boors and should be treated with a stare back," she replies with a decisive -there-put-them-in-their-place-and-how-dare-they look!

"Hear, hear for another day of existence. I'm all for it except for my enemies," Jessica adds enthusiastically lifting her cup. Another cup of espresso might not be necessary.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Ah. Well, we have that in common." Lolita notes to Jenn, tilting her head. "Both the WMD and staring, I suppose." She smiles in a friendly way. "I promise to stare no more than is necessary to carry on a conversation." She smiles at Jess, glancing over as her eyes twinkle. "Mm, you're more of the 'crush my enemies and see them driven before you, lamentations of their signicant others, etc.' sort of girl?"

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Yeah, but staring at them means not paying attention to what I was doing. ...The one upside is that if I sit by the soft serve machine nobody uses it. So I can fuck with 'em that way." Jenn smirks, taking a sip of her sprite. As for Lolita... "You're better off than I am. If I wasn't in this thing you'd both be starting to have neurotoxin issues by now."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica hums disagreement at the poisoning. "We both might be more immune than you think. But when I want some space to myself, can I ask you along?" She offers Jenn a smile, her eyes warm.

Out of the blue, she asks Lolita, "Do you shop in Harajuku? I love Japan."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita ponders Jenn. "My, you are a lovely little hazardous material girl. I'd be immune to the deadly neurotoxins, and I would expect my exoshell would be highly resistant to the radioactive emissions, at least in the relatively short term. I'd expect some minor malfunctions in the nanite systems after that but they would repair themselves relatively quickly. Epidurium is extremely durable." She ponders. "If you'd like to test it, you can hold my hand? I'm not organic in nature despite perfectly petite appearances." She smiles faintly. "I would assume the paper on me hasn't been disseminated as of yet, and I'm not cleared to read yours yet, I suspect."

    She glances at Jessica, perking slightly. "Oh, I would love to. It's been some time since I've been there though. None of my previous missions have taken me to Japan in well over a decade."

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Maybe I should charge." Jen smirks, pausing in the middle of a bitewhen Lolita starts lifting off tech specs. Her eyes widen. "...Yeah, I'm not taking the suit off that much. I already had one incident a few weeks ago when we didn't fully know what I could do. ...I don't think we still do. wait, no. You're... a robot? Like a terminator?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
With a sigh of resignation, Jessica looks at her watch. "Another meeting." She rises and takes her dishes over to the busing tray.

Without the least affectation she says, "It was lovely meeting you both!" Passing the two agents stationed at the door, she murmurs, "That dangerous?" She'd read the debriefing for her clearance level and knows that Lolita is as dangerous as she supposes. Jenn, too, for that matter. The three of them together would wipe a whole slate of enemies out together. "Cheers," she calls back.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Mmm, well..." Lolita says, tapping her chin. "To be honest, the overly simplistic but pejorative term 'robot' was my team's 'r-word', if you follow the comparison." She leans forwards slightly, hands on her lap. "Gynoid is closer to technically correct, but if we were being more specific - and basing things on my technical specifications - I am a semi-autonomous artificially intelligent limited-nanofunction humanform mecha construct." She smiles politely. "I prefer the term mecha, as a result. It sounds much better, don't you think?"

    She grins. "So perhaps you could say...I am the very model of a modern mecha mechanism, With vocabulary optimized for clever constant witticism. Who is programmed with the basis of the essential human neuroform, and built upon the design specs of the standard Mannite nanoform."

    She waves to Jessica as she gets to her feet. "A pleasure, take care Jessica!"

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     Jen was about to apologize, and then about to mention that that made Lolita sound like she should be the size of a building and transforming in an anime, when... "...That was Gilbert and Sullivan. You just parodied Modern Major General. My dad always listened to that on car trips..." The departing Jessica gets a wave. That's one part of SHEILD that Jen is glad she DOESN'T have to participate in.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Very good!" Lolita says cheerfully. "I do love a clever bit of wordplay in my speech and songsters. My siblings often didn't appreciate it as much." She shrugs her shoulders slightly. "So you are a powered individual, I'm guessing? And a SHIELD agent? Since I haven't apparently been able to read the apparently ubiquitous paper circulated on your abilities. Then again, you haven't seen mine, so feel free to ask questions as you will?"

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Not an agent. I'm not even eighteen yet. Fucking powers ruined my life." Another bite of fish and potato is washed down with sprite. "Basically, I'm chernobyl in abercrombie and fitch. Radioactive, toxic... you name it. If I try to use metal silverware, my saliva corrodes it. And something in my sweat made my first Switch fall apart. So Ic an only play in the suit now."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita's expression sobers a bit at the explanation. "I'm sorry to hear that." she says sympathetically. "This happened recently then? And you can't regulate your powers, or they're always on?" She leans back where she's sitting, her hands staying in her lap.

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Got it in one. Nearly killed my ex when they activated a couple months ago, always on, and that 'always' level gets worse when I'm angry. And I'm trying really fucking hard not to be right now because if the rad levels spike, my helmet seals and then I can't eat until it decides I've calmed down." Another bite. "And by then my food will be cold."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Understandable." Loli says after a moment, cocking her head. "So SHIELD is taking care of you, as with that suit and such? And you're living here?" She mmms. "Did they give you a room of your own where you can take off the suit fo ra time?"

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     "Full seal containment, airlock, anything coming out that can't be decontaminated gets destroyed." Jen scoops up some tartar sauce with a few fries, before shoving them into her mouth. "Still wish I could've gone to college. ...had a scholarship that fell through."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita nods thoughfully. "You could still do online classes, perhaps. Depending on the scholarship." she suggests. "If you had the grades to get into one, I'm sure you could get into smoething like that. Or perhaps SHIELD can help you with it." She frowns. "I'm sorry that I can't suggest much there...I mean, a properly created nanooutfit might help with repairing damage over time to preserve material, but I find most people are squicked out by the idea of nanotechnology used like that."

Jennifer Takeda has posed:
     Finishing off her meal, the utensils and straw are both placed in the hazard bag, which is sealed. "Talk to Fitzsimmons. They're the ones who made this one." Jen's helmet seals with a hiss and a click, the fans dying back down to a low whir. "I have to go toss the trash and find a bin to put this in. ...Thanks for the sympathy."