2410/Reaching an AcKord

Reaching an AcKord
Date of Scene:	10 July 2020
Location:	Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis:	Damage Control to the rescue and a soiree is mentioned.
Cast of Characters:	Ted Kord, Joan Wright

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Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord wakes up fairly early. Today is Saturday and he does take weekends off. When he remembers. In this case after sustaining a severe beating at the hands of the Madmen, he was definitely taking a weekend off. He wakes up, hears the weather, a sweltering 90 degrees and immediately gets into his trunks for a swim. he checks the bandages on his knuckles, bridge of his nose and jaws. he was going to change them anyway, after the swim. He grabs a robe and some suntan lotion and swaggers to his pool... which is currently unswimmable.

Joan Wright has posed:
Unfortunately for Ted, outside is not a very peaceful sounding period as several persons are currently situated at the helipad wearing their respective safety gear. Several figures are currently looking over the helicopter remains while a few more figures stand off to the side, seemingly asssessing the actual landing area.

But the invasion does not stop there as several more are seemingly eying the pool that Ted so much wants to swim in. In particular the rotor blades and wigs that are currently in the pool.

Dressed in faded blue jeans, a long grey shirt, gloves, a bright yellow safety vest, the matching hard hat, and safety glasses, Joan is one of the clipboard carriers and is currently situated near the pool.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord pulls on a robe as the swimsuit really is more European than usual for him and walks over to Joan. "Morning. Thanks for the prompt service. I had a bit of a rumble. Some clods who called themselves the Madmen. We have history. So what is the situation?" Coffee. He definitely needs coffee. He calls one of his drones over and says, "Bobo, hit the bodega for a coffee and my breakfast burrito. That's a good boy." The drone flies off. He rubs another bandage on the back of his hand and winces.

Joan Wright has posed:
"It's what we do." Joan replies, matter of factly. Roster may change but the response time is ever the same." She glances up from the clipboard, giving Ted a confused look as he sums up what happened. "Madmen?" She repeats, "Like the TV show?"

She glances back to the pool and then towards the helipad. "Well, Mr. Ko-" She pauses, "Ted. Although the bandages you sport say another story, you appear to have been quite lucky damages wise. Nothing of the catastrophic sort. Building's overall integrity looks to be intact with mostly cosmetic damage and mild inconvenience."

She pauses as she watches one of other employees use a pool skimmer to get a hairy green glob out of the pool, giving a bit of a grimace.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shakes his head. "Madmen as in Joker wannabes without the brains or style... thank goodness. I never want to have to deal with the Joker between you and me. No one does. It's one reason most heroes leave Gotham to the Batman. Uhmmm, I have nets that deploy fro the building for emergencies. Do you want me to activate them? In fact I nearly tested the darn things when they threw me off the roof. Starfire caught me though. then she went off on their helicopter. She had a lot of fun and looked great doing it."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan pauses, considering the offer. "Sure. I'm sure my coworkers would appreciate the sentiment." She pauses, seemingly fixating on another part of the response as she looks to the mess of metal being considered by the others, "Ok, so that is not your helicopter over there then?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks at the wreckage. "Nope. It was likely stolen or rented under an assumed guise. They flew in, pretended they had engine trouble and then landed and attacked me. I handed them over to the police." He walks over to an intercom and gives an order. No remote controls in his robe or swimsuit. Maybe he should just build a sturdy wristband. "You want some coffee? I'll start a pot."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan nods, "Well, that made things a bit easier then." She reaches down to pull a radio out of her pocket, bringing it to her mouth before pressing the button. "The helicopter is not under the policy." She states calmly.

Over near the helicopter, one man turns his head, listening to the faint echo of her voice before looking back to Joan to give a thumbs up before leaving the helicopter alone.

She smiles, sliding the remote back in pocket before looking over to Kord. "We can focus on removal instead of recovery in regards to the helicopter. Speeds up the process." She watches as a pink tribble gets fished out of the pool next. "I assume the wigs are also not part of your collection?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord boggles a moment. "I'm sorry, this is not covered?! For heaven's sake why not?!"

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan glances back to Ted, "Don't get us wrong. We are going to remove the helicopter. It's just being it's not your helicopter, the responsibility for the helicopter's REPAIR is going to be on the shoulders of those self titled Mad Men. Not you. The policy is to protect you and yours. Not them and theirs." She nods to the helicopter wreckage. "If anything it'll speed up its removal." She glances to the blades in the pool. "Since it doesn't matter how many pieces its in when we remove it now."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh. Thanks. Next time lead with what the policy covers. I don't give a flying leap what becomes of that trash. As far as I'm concerned... " the few phrases from Ted betray a very inventive mind, trained in engineering but having several implausible ideas of anatomy involving the Madmen. All of this is composed and delivered without a single vulgar noun or impure verb but it is still a little jarring, like hearing Betty White say, "Son of a bitch." There is a scattering of applause from several workers as the drone returns with a coffee and slightly greasy bag. "Ah... thank you Bobo. Get Ms. Wright a coffee. Tell him how you want it. I'm sorry I can't offer more. My cook is offline."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan's eyes widen as she unfortunatley turns out to be a very visual thinker. The applause and presentation of the coffee to Kord is enough of a break to allow for her to recover. She looks over to the drone. "No thank you." She states to the drone, watching as several employees set out to fish the blades from the pool. "As far as today's situation is concerned, the policy covers cleanup and repairs to the building inflicted from the incident." She nods to the blades being worked on and the wet clumps of synthetic hair resting on the side. "Pool included. Being that the helicopter was not your property, that does not merit repair and instead fits under cleanup. Once it is disassembled into manageable pieces it will be removed."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods. "That sounds reasonable. I'll contact the police about the copter. Glad I could help. I guess my tweaks to the building made it a lot tougher than expected. In any case... assuming we get this junk out of here, I'm throwing a little soiree next Saturday. You can come by if you like. It's some team members I'm treating for good work, but I'm getting some entertainment... we may have a few superheroes I know. The ones still talking to me heheheh. Anyway it's starting at one and winding whenever. You can bring a plus one if you like."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Not this Saturday but, next Saturday?" Joan repeats, she glances back to the helipad in time to see the men who had left there earlier come back with some equipment and additional shielding. "We should be done well before then."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods. "I sort of figured that, unless this Brainiac thing call you away. So are you coming? Honestly... I don't know a lot of people in New York and I'm having trouble making friends. I did meet Franklin Richards. Nice guy. ANyway if you want to come drop bye." He kind of feels like that Louis character from Ghostbusters now.

Joan Wright has posed:
"Well, yes. Barring any sort of emergency situation...I'll come. Sure." Joan accepts, "I'm sure I have a coworker who would like to come along to meet some of the people who keeps us in business."

She tilts her head, giving a bit of a smirk, glancing over to see the guys with near the helicopter pull out their hearing protection. "Um, you may want to hang out inside for the next few hours. It's likely to get loud up here."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks at the pool with a hint of regret. "Just as well. I may be called to help out with that Brainiac thing... " He hardly sounds convinced or convincing. "Okay, Joan. Thanks for everything. You know where I am." He can watch a movie with headphones or maybe wind some carbon fiber muscles on the Bug right foreleg. That was giving him trouble every since it whomped Starfire in the head.

Joan Wright has posed:
"You're welcome." Joan replies, giving a nod as she reaches into her pocket to pull out a tiny bag with some bright orange objects inside. "Enjoy the great indoors. And -" The smirk appears again, "Mind the LEGOs."