3686/A Big Swordfish Story

A Big Swordfish Story
Date of Scene:	05 October 2020
Location:	Swordfish Bar (SHIELD)
Synopsis:	Quake has a MOM?! Quake has a MOM!
Cast of Characters:	Daisy Johnson, Jane Foster, Dane Whitman

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Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's been a while since the Furiae have been together.. Or well, at least more than 2/3s of them at the same time. Ever since the infamous training spar between Jane and Jemms at the gym. Much has happened since then, Jemma being abducted.., other revelations. But now with she being back it was time for at least some relaxation, and sharing some time together..

Messages were sent. > Lets meet at the Swordfish!

A few more messages were sent, setting day and hour and it was finally time. Daisy arrived a bit early, jeans, dark shirt and leather jacket. Very much her old Skye look, now hanging by a table with a glass of a clear drink in front of her..

Eyes are somewhat lost in the glass now, thoughts swirling as she considers all that has transpired in the last few weeks..

Jane Foster has posed:
Call it a case of professional business. The busy-ness that holds a girl fast in the Planetarium, fielding a dozen calls, dealing with the work that crushes out SHIELD involvement. Mostly because Jane Foster is, if nothing else, a lady scientist forcibly required to engage with the greater world. So that's two weeks of a podcast, a month of television, and various other affairs wrapped up with a bow.

Much has happened. Jemma abducted. Daisy doing Daisy things.

"I might as well be on the far side of the moon for all I know about what's new," comes Jane's response to Daisy over the ethereal web, and that's that. At least she dresses the part of woman about town, tapping out greetings to one or two other drinkers of their acquaintance. No telling where Jemma is. Dane? Easier.

Dark jeans and a sweater aren't the coolest thing to wear, but who cares? They are comfy and a fine uniform anywhere, and once she sheds her light raincoat, the brunette is fit to tackle any trouble.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane? Just a couple minutes behind Jane, it seems. He settles for just unfastening the light coat he's wearing versus completely removing it, and heads over towards where Jane has wandered, moving to give her a peck on the cheek before he slides onto one of the barstools to wait for the Bartender to get around to him.

"Hey Daisy, how's things?" He notes with a bit of a tired grin. Whatever he's been up to today appears to have been pretty intensive, but it was behind closed WAND doors.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The quiet introspection Daisy is giving her drink is put aside when there are words coming her way, blinking once and peeking up to find Dane and Jane there. She grins instantly at the duo. "Hey guys." she offers, tapping on her table and gesturing. "Come and join me when you get your drinks." she invites, letting out a soft exhale of relief. It was good being among friends.

"And ..., they have been daunting enough. With Bobbi and Jemma being taken. They are back now but ..." and her expression screws a little as if she wasn't entirely satisfied with something.

She does note that tiredness on Dane though and quirks a brow. "Been burning the midnight oil back at SHIELD?" She asks, glancing at Jane. "It's been a bit, how have you both been?"

Jane Foster has posed:
No need to cast the raincoat or any coat into the untrustworthy closet area, if anyone is fool enough to try. The hooks on booths serve just as well, though Jane folds up the rather light jacket into a neat square that will easily be pinned down by the strap of her hobo purse. Needing deep purses here? Not a chance. She turns a moment into Dane's greeting, her smile blossoming for all and sundry to make out, though her warm eyes search the cozy old bar to find evidence of their third.

"Aha, there she is!" As if Quake's the sneakiest woman in the world. Maybe she is. Still, she tilts sideways, fingers scoped along her bangs. "And I thought arguing with the government was bad."

With that, she braves the prospects of asking for a good cider, preferably less dry, and meanders behind Dane to set her chin briefly on his shoulder. "Too long. I need to get back in the saddle and more than reporting."

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane's settling for a Marzen because hey, it's October and they have it on draft. So with a glass mug of the stuff before him he answers Daisy readily enough, "Been all right, just busy. Some crazy mess at the New York Museum of Natural history that nobody's quite sure what went down, but our Department is definitely involved."

Dane glances to Jane and grins, "Or there needs to be another conference...maybe the Baltic this time? Mediterranean?" He grins with mild mischief and a knowing wink.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy's expression turns a touch darker, "I read about it some on the news." she says with a brief nod. "Some guards murdered too. Supernatural at play then?" considering it's WAND involved she does guess that it's the mostly likely. A bit of a grin does eventually brighten her expression again when she notes the interaction between the duo. She lets out a soft laugh. "That wink makes me both scared but also curious to ask about that conference.." her tone one of teasing, but her eyes then go to Jane..

"Any word from Jemms? I am guessing she wasn't able to make it." She says, pressing her lips to a line. "With all that happened I am guessing she's keeping a bit reclusive. We may need to drag her out soon.." she says, some worry there about her friend.

Jane Foster has posed:
The sidelong skim of her gaze marking Daisy's darkening tone, Jane hasn't quite yet disturbed that topic. She instead takes the drink from the bartender when he provides the bottle and foam-stricken glass, a thing much welcome when the cool of the night evaporates away. "It sounded dreadful. Did you get through all right, or should I be calling up an Uber for a getaway for the pair of you?" This might be given with the barest sensibility of good humour, but knowing Jane, she might just be contemplating a serious need.

"Nothing from Jemma. I expected that, though. Short notice, she might be unable to get away from the lab or wherever she might be curled up." Closing in on Daisy's table, she settles into a seat and stretches her legs out as best she can. "As it happens, I /was/ considering Stockholm. Maybe Helsinki. Nothing like being within spitting distance of our Russian counterparts to end up on a very bad run."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Oh, it's just clean-up on our part. Far as I know no SHIELD assets were on-site when it went down. But there was definitely some serious magic thrown around. We're trying to figure out who the attackers were...security feeds aren't being very helpful...or maybe they're newcomers. Hard to say."

Dane shrugs, taking a sip of his beer and then chuckling, "Well, Scandinavia can be nice. Plus it's someplace I haven't visited much, so that's always fun."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Literally trying to poke the bear?" Daisy asks when Jane suggests Stockholm or Helskinki as destinations to go to. But the faint smile is still there on her expression, watching the other woman close in on her table. She takes a drink out of her own glass, resting back on her chair with a relaxing sigh. Alcohol always makes things better doesn't it?

"Hope it's not our old artifact-seeking friends.." Daisy then says over to Dane. Damn those Hydra Nazis to be honest! "And well, magic isn't my thing, but if there's any help needed you know you can count on me.

A pause as she then grows more serious. "Has any of you spoken with Jemms or Bobbi about what happened during their captivity?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"Rather like that. Proximity, justifiable reason, bulletproof passport? Near enough, anyway." Jane swirls around the cider and tilts her head slightly, the abashed smile present all the same. "Besides, I actually need to meet the King and Queen on the whole Nobel business. Sometimes they seek smaller audiences and considering the timing, and Genosha... it wasn't... something their seneschal or whatever the Swedish and Norwegian equivalent is worked out with my office." Meaning Darcy is losing her mind. Right?

Thumbing her glass, she sips the cider. A short shake of her head follows to Daisy's question. "Not I. It requires minimum two drinks and a sleepover, or else we get into sad mores."

Jane Foster has posed:
Adding for Dane's benefit, Jane says, "I like the idea of you not being overly harmed. The news reports on that were sketchy at best about what happened. Aside from the paperwork, -you- are fine?"

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Nothing wrong with me that a good night's sleep and maybe something better to eat than bar food...with all due respect to this fine establishment...won't cure." Dane assures Jane with a smile, "Like I said, I wasn't anywhere near where it happened, it was all an after-the-fact affair for us." He looks to Daisy and shakes his head, "If it were our old pals they've gotten the kind of power-up that we wouldn't have been able to deal with. As much as it pains me to say it most of the analysis is telling us this is something that's probably out of our league. Maybe Strange or someone has a lead on it, but that's above my pay grade."

He looks at Daisy and grins, "Also above my pay grade? Debriefing senior agents. So no...haven't really talked to them about it. Not sure how much of it they're allowed to talk about anyway."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
A dramatic sigh escapes Daisy's lips when Dane implies bar food may not be the best in the world! "Dane. How can you hurt E. like that?" but her tone is one of amusement now. With E. being the bald bartender that normally tends to the SWORDFISH. "Well, at least we are out of earsight from him now..." she says in a lower tone.

"That strong, eh?" it makes her brows furrow somewhat, but it's not as if she can solve it right now. Might be just better to enjoy her drink with her friends.

"Sometimes I really envy all the travelling you do, Jane. Not the actual work you do over there buuuuuttt... Visiting all those places must be cool. And meeting royalty." she grins. "How foppish are they usually?" she asks in a jesting tone.

Though when Dane mentions debriefing senior agents it makes her hrm. Daisy, being the usual trampler of agent security clearances where her friends are concerned may not have considered it too much. "Well, true. Might be best to have it be them speaking of it. There is something I can talk about though, and it being that they may have found my mother which was being held there in captivity. She has disappeared though." she says, an anxious expression turning up on her face. "So ..., yea. That is both making me worried but also.., hopeful."

Jane Foster has posed:
It's not like the fridge lacks for at least a few roast beef sandwiches or their respective fixings, a tureen of crockpot chili, and a key lime pie with a doleful picture of Eowyn trying to get said pie when it came out of the oven. "After the fact is not always cut and dry with issues like that, though. Sort of like spatiotemporal ripples. They have a habit of coming back twice. Or across multiple skewed axes, depending on who you talk to."

A bead of water bleaches the coaster where Jane sets her drink, leaning in to nudge Dane. "Look at you, first name basis with the senior seniors and the consultants. You scare me, if I didn't know your weakness before coffee." Affectionate still, it probably causes all kinds of fun HR headaches. Back to Daisy, that look turns a bit softer. "Don't envy me being far away from home. I can fall a lot further by saying the wrong thing. Something worse. As for the Swedes, they're wonderfully polite. Easier going than the British, I'm told, but not quite so stylishly fun as the Dutch>"

Let that be a diversion to chase away. "As it is, we ought to see what Jemma knows. And Daisy, why didn't you say something earlier? That's your /mom/. We'd move heaven and earth to help find her."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"I wouldn't go that far." Dane grins sidelong at Jane at the mention of First-name basis, and his grin grows perhaps a bit more mischievous at the latter, "Pretty sure you know more than a few of my weaknesses, before coffee or otherwise." He has little to say on Royalty, mostly because the royals he's known were generally the type you get to play as in certain historical-based computer games that are out and about these days.

His eyes do widen a bit at the mention of Daisy's mother, "Yeah that's...kinda big. Though I'll admit I didn't know your mother was uh...unaccounted for."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I have been looking for her since .., well.., since forever." Daisy says quietly. "It was the whole thing that made me try to hack into SHIELD and ..., long story. Lets just say my recruitment didn't follow the normal procedures. I thought she was dead since I had lost all threads but apparently not. Unless there's another Inhuman with a daughter named Daisy who was hunted by Hydra when she was a baby." Convoluted origin stories! "But she's called Jiaying apparently, and I am going to find her." another faint smile appearing on her lips. But her tone is firm though.

"So yea, that's what may be going to happen next for me. I may take a leave out of SHIELD to go search for her. Got a few leads now.." she explains to her friends.

"But that's one of the reasons I didn't talk about her Jane, wasn't even sure of a name, or if she was even alive."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Coffee is an established weakness. Did I tell you about the little shop I found on Staten Island selling the real deal Italian stuff? We should smuggle some out for Daisy." Her soft tone might seek to be a balm for the troubles that arise, but what else are friends for? Reaching out to offer her hand to her fellow Furiae, Jane gives her an encouraging smile. "I'm pretty sure that sounds like an epic quest waiting to happen. So happens I know someone excelling at epic quests. Two, in fact! One plays the paladin and the other often gets to be the damsel in strange dress." True fact. She has the actual weird dress in the closet where it doesn't get much attention. "You *are* going to find her. We will be here to help however you like. Moms are important. Especially when you have a second chance to see one?"

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane takes another healthy(?) gulp of his beer, listening intently between the two women as the speak, though when Jane concludes, he simply adds, "What she said."

Of course a few moments later and another swallow of his beverage and he adds, "So yeah, if you need anything, on or off the books, you let us know, right?"