2142/Tech Support

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Tech Support
Date of Scene: 17 June 2020
Location: Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis: Dinah comes to Ted with a technical problem. He comes through in spades!
Cast of Characters: Dinah Lance, Ted Kord




Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance may be on her own, but she's already developed a pretty good support group. It's true that some, like Ted Grant, were practically uncles and aunts who raised her. But others she got to know through superhero affiliation.

So when she has trouble she knows who to call.

In this case it's Ted Kord. Gotham is just a short ride from Manhattan, especially if you're on a motorcycle, and she called ahead. Park the bike downstairs, and then it's a long elevator ride up to the penthouse. Dinah is dressed casually today, jeans and biker boots, leather jacket over a white t-shirt.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord is speaking on a phone with his boss voice. "I don't give a damn id she wants to ride her bike up my elevator. Understand? She has full acce... she's here. Make it so." He hangs up, and gets up, his arms spread wide for a hug and a wordless sigh of greeting. He's a little overcome to be honest. People in a coma can't hug or realize they are hugged or see old friends. Then he releases her after a moment, too happy to speak just yet. He reflects on how he can hug one of the most beautiful and deadly women on Earth and still be zilch in the dating department.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance smiles warmly, and meets Ted halfway to return the hug. She's shorter, but that doesn't seem to matter a whole lot. Blonde hair is also tousled by the wind. "So your building security guy gave me a hard time, until I batted my lashes at him." she replies, stepping back a little and looks him over. "How are you doing, by the way? Trampolines are really good for the endocrine and lymph systems. Keep things moving and flushed out."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord by way of reply, Ted goes to the trampoline , falls backwards on it. The fall turns into a tumble and he rolls onto his feet. He jumps, does a double backflip and then bounces to land by Dinah's feet. "I'm okay. You look great. How are you doing?" He drops into a fighting stance, grinning. "Not the face, I have a meeting in an hour. Take your shot."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance watches him with bright eyes and a wry smile, arms folding over her chest. "Looking good!" she replies with a little laugh. He takes a fighting stance and Dinah just angles her body a bit. "Not the face." she agrees. The blonde throws a punch, and to Ted's surprise he's actually able to block it. Then she reverses her grip and catches his wrist. She lunges down, and over her shoulder he goes to land on his back.

"Nice to see you can still take a fall, too."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord kicks himself literally and figuratively, getting to his feet with another tumble. "Heh. I think Guy Gardner got off light just being punched by Batman. The big monkey had a cement head anyway. Oh thanks for all those flowers when I was in the hospital. They made my PT bearable. So what brings you here." He walks over to the living area of the room, where some cookies and coffee is set out, and takes a seat.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance follows Ted into the living room, brushing off his shoulder and smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt. "It was the least I could do." she replies. "And it's really good seeing you not only up and around again, but getting back in the saddle. As they say." Ever the hostess, Dinah goes for the coffee first. "Pour you a cup? And can I make a plate?" She bites her lower lip, then adds. "And you're gonna laugh when I tell you, so just remember that technology is my kryptonite."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord gestures at the cookies and coffee and nods, "Help yourself. So technology... yeah. I remember you struggling to find the 'Any' key that one time. How may I help?" He wonders if women realize they look about five years old when they profess ignorance of technology and bite their lips? Then again when he was five, he'd already built his first computer. He takes the plate with a thank you and nibbles on an almond biscotti. He's already thinking about optimizing his Kordi voice AI for Dinah. Use small words when talking about tech and talk slowly.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance looks sheepish as she reaches into the jacket and pulls out a smart phone. It's new, and pretty much state-of-the-art. She holds it like a dead fish and offers it. Slowly. "So. I need to set up my voicemail, and someone told me that I should link my e-mail account to it as well." Pause. "How do I get an e-mail account?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord was expecting... a laptop to decrypt from Kobra? A mysterious device from AIM? A mother box? He takes the phone from Dinah. This should be laughable. He built aircraft, spacecraft and triphibians. He sells his own phones (a quarter billion dollars last year, thank you). He looks at the phone, an ultra slim Kord Co Kord Less. Then he gives Dinah a slightly awkward hug. He goes over to his desk and grabs his own receiver. "Move that meeting to three o'clock. Tell Kaburagi-san I have been called on to help a fellow superhero, give him my apologies and keep him entertained. He loves super hero stuff." He hangs up and says, "Sorry, white lie. I have to help a friend... okay first of all... this cellophane over the screen gets thrown out... "

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance bites her lower lip and returns the hug, brows raised and looking somewhere between sheepish and concerned. Then he clears his calendar and her old, amused self returns. Along with a light blush to her cheeks. She may have just derailed a major corporate deal, but by golly she'll have her voicemail! "Thanks, Ted. I really do appreciate this." The blonde has a JLA earpiece that she manages just fine, of course. But that's only because someone told her which end goes into her ear. And that you push a button to talk.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord ponders the whole phone email thing. "I suggest, three accounts. First a secure one on my server for your Black Canary related stuff. Another for Dinah Lance. And one for your business... Geeze, Dinah, you don't have a web page for your shop? Korrdi? Get my web designer to come up when he has a minute. We'll do something nice for your shop. I'll set up a bot to automate taking orders for you online. We just need pictures of your arrangements tomorrow say. Okay, this provider is good for email for a small s=charge. they won't sell information on you. The flower shop gets the business account. Let's see... phone is good to go. I'm adding a GPS program... all right I'll handle that tomorrow. At least I know you'll come back... or you could stay over. Booster and Vic are living here. Plenty of guest rooms. Live in cook. Trampoline..."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance steps slowly closer, hands clasped behind her back as she peers at Ted. Then her phone. Then back to Ted. She might as well be watching him perform brain surgery, and he's still only making plans! "Um... yeah. That all sounds really good." she replies, trying to sound as if she understood him.

"Booster and Vic?" Dinah actually chuckles softly at that. "You sure having a woman around wouldn't put a cramp in your boys' club?" But before he can answer, she jerks a thumb towards the door. "I've got an overnight bag on my bike." Pause. "And thanks again, Ted. I really appreciate this!"