3704/Kori and Janet: Temp title

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Kori and Janet: Temp title
Date of Scene: 06 October 2020
Location: JVD Fashion House
Synopsis: Kori visits Janet in her office and gets some sound advice (and a birthday bonus).
Cast of Characters: Janet van Dyne, Koriand'r




Janet van Dyne has posed:
Keeping up the corporate machine that is JVD Fashion is the sort of full-time job that a lot of people don't understand. Someone like Janet, a Type A personality with a workaholic streak, knows that two weeks 'away' from the CEO's desk means four weeks of double-time work to catch up.

Still, it's nice to be the boss. Not just the pay and flex time, but also other people work around your schedule. Not vise-versa. She's at her desk when her secretary buzzes the intercom. "Miss Kori is here to see you."

"Huh? Oh, good, send her in." It takes Janet a beat to remember to hit the intercom button and she jabs it with a pencil eraser. "Good, send her in," she repeats, and finishes up her task on her computer before clearing it from her view. The door opens to admit Kori to Janet's office, and with the curtain drawn through the middle of the room all that can be seen is the pristine white of her office suite with its subtly delicate sapphire-and-gold highlights.

"Kori, c'mon in," Janet bids the Tamaranean, and beckons her to take a seat opposite Janet's large desk.

Koriand'r has posed:
Fresh from her various works being a B list super hero and full time goofus, Koriand'r stands in the waiting area Janet's secretary playing a game she likes to call: The lady with a thousand questions. "What does this do?" Pointing at one of the puzzle box balls that spin indefinitely by weighted ends when tapped, "It is such a lovely day out today, don't you think?" Before she's even had a chance to answer the first question, "Do you like snow?"

While it could be argued that Kori is a fish out of water, anyone who spends any amount of time with the smiling alien knows that a great deal of her public persona is... well... it's a persona. She isn't nearly as dim-wit as she comes off. In reality, most of it is just to take people out of their comfort zone where she can weasel into their hearts like a worm. Establishing affection inside them not unlike a Xenomorph, but without all the violent birth processes.

"Thank you. We should talk again?"

Smiling, all teeth, at the secretary who is almost certainly glad to be rid of the fiery haired alien princess!

"Hello!" Waving as she enters the office, wearing something fairly simple for her a long grey wool sweater, slip dress, and above knee boots. The hell make her nearly six and a half foot tall, but who cares right?

It makes her oranger by contrast.

"It is good to see you are already buried in work!" All smiles for her boss as she makes her way into the office, finding one of the seats across from Janet as beckoned.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Well, that is the downside of being the boss," Janet points out with a wry smile. "The company keeps going even if I'm abducted for a while. Means I've got twice as much work to do to get caught up on things."

She eases her office chair black with a comfortable relaxation and puts her dark cordovan booties up on the desk. Paired with a flowing black tee and a paisley-patterend red miniskirt of candy-apple and venetian reds, it pulls extra attention to her face and the exquisite set of platinum jewlery she's donned today.

"I wanted your help with something. Well, two somethings," she says. "First, I wanted to send out 'thank you' baskets to the Titans who helped pulled me 'nd Nadia out of the fire. Proverbially," she amends, hastily. "Second, I've been stumped trying to figure out what to put in *yours*. You are not an easy person to shop for. Do you need a new car, or something?" Janet offers, tentatively. "Bump in your pay next time negotiations come around?"

Koriand'r has posed:
"It would be a great deal easier if the world stopped moving when we are not active in it, but I think that would also be boring, so maybe it is what people would call a twenty two catch." Kori gingerly folds one leg over the other and smooths out her skirt across her thigh! "I think this is one of the most alluring things about miniature series. From week to week you can comfortably know that the narrative has not advanced without you watching it. It makes us feel as if our attention is the catalyst for continuation of the story and plays at our egocentric world view."

Said with the brightest of smiles and a jump in the glow of her twinkling green eyes.

"Oh! Baskets are delightful! It would have to be a substantially sized basket to fit a car, but... I think if anyone can pull it off, it is definitely you!" As for her personal involvement in the rescue of boss and daughter? "What kind of employee would I be if I allowed my employer to meet her ultimate demise to RUSSIANS... Not that I have any particular aversion to our Eastern European neighbors. They are just a very easy target for jokes." The dimples though.

"If you insist on rewarding me for my part, perhaps you could assist me by putting in a good word with your ex-husband. We are attempting to rescue our friends from death! Not real death of course, naked fortune soothsayers have confirmed they are not, in fact, dead at all." Toying with a thread, it commands a great deal of her attention for several seconds... Glancing up though, she has lost no hint of her ambient amusedment of life, "We need to build a ship capable of faster than light travel and while your daughter has been a great help in this matter, we could benefit greatly from more scientifical eyes on the project of building said vehicle."




"Baring that, I like cake."

As if the two things are interchangable: Save friends-Eat cake.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet sort of... stares at Kori. It takes a little longer to respond than normal because translating from Kori-speak and figuring out what was said versus what was intended and into 'how it was interpreted' takes a little extra heavy lifting.

"Right. Uh... didn't have to be a literal basket," she clarifies. "You get clothes from us, and shoes, so I'm not really sure what else to offer you. I'll... see if I can work on the cake angle," Janet promises, and writes a note to herself on a tidy little yellow notepad. "If you can give me a list with some good suggestions for the Titans, I'd appreciate it. Like, I have *no* idea what to get that girl, uh, America," Janet says, glancing at her list again.

"And I'll talk with Hank, but you know he's a robotics expert, right? Interstellar travel's really not in his, uh, skillset. I did hear that your friends are alive, that's wonderful news. I hope they're home soon."

Koriand'r has posed:
Kori is well aware that her particular speech pattern and tendency to go off on a mini tangent is often ... complicated (for lack of a better word) ... for most people. It's part of her charm though. Smiling through absurdity of her self analysis as if it ultimately matters quite little! "Oh! Well that would probably save on wicker." AE: The size of the baskets.

"Mmm Chavez is a very interesting individual to shop for. I also do not know her very well, but I will happily get to know her. Obviously not just to acquire information, no corperate espionage or anything, but it seems a suitable excuse to bust into her room at well past visiting hours under the pretenses of finding out what would make a good gift!" She might well be genuinely excited about the idea!

Truly, she is a unique individual.

"I did not know that, but it makes sense. Also quite useful. Robotics will be required to chart traversal of great distances without running into stars. If we take away no lesson from Star Wars, it is this: Traveling through hyperspace ain?t like dusting crops, farm boy. Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova, and that?d end your trip real quick, wouldn?t it?"

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Not saying Hank can't help," Janet says, quickly, and lifts her hands. "Just saying-- don't expect him to like, fix it overnight. Science isn't magic. Good, uh, movie reference, though," she congratulates Kori. "I've never seen the Star War films but I'm sure they're on-point for this topic."

"There's going to be a party this weekend. It'll be on my yacht, down in the Seychelles. Everyone who was on the mission or supported it is a guest of honor, of course, but anyone the Titans wanna bring along are welcome. Really, it's for Nadia more than anything," Janet admits. "I wanted to throw her a little surprise 'welcome home' bash. Also maybe--" Janet glances around, leans towards Kori. "Maybe roll a birthday celebration into it. Do *not* tell anyone," she orders Kori. "It's meant to be a surprise."

Koriand'r has posed:
"I have done a great of study on human history over the years that I have been on Earth and one things I find undeniably true is that science of any form is indistinguishable from magic... perhaps not as immediately rewarding, but certainly every bit is Eldritch." Said as she too leans forward conspiratorially to hear about this festival of celebration!

"That sounds wonderful! I will spread the word, quite discreatly of course, among the Titans. Speaking of birthdays! Today is mine. At least my Earthday. It is the celebration of the time where I would have been born if I had been born on Earth. Time is a matter of great fluctuation across any given measurement in the Universe, of course. I'm nearly thirty on Tamaran, but..."

BIG SHRUG, bemused smile, "Shorter Solar rotations."

As for Nadia, "She will be quite elated, I am sure. It is good to have her returned from captivity, both of you. It has been one of those months where friends disappear, I am glad that we did not have to turmoil through a lengthy return process before being reunited."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet blinks at Kori and swings her feet off the desk so she can dig in a lone file cabinet. A notebook labelled 'Employee Files' is dug up. She skims through it, then with her head bowed over the text, flexes her fingers in frustration. "Son of a ... wow, I dip for two weeks and HR drops all the balls. Kori, I hope you're not at *work* today," she says to the Tamaranean with a severe expression. "You're supposed to get your birthday off. Unless it's a major fashion emergency, in which case I'd expect you to be flying somewhere exotic for a photo shoot. Uh..."

Janet roots around in her desk, looking at a couple of credit cards, and then just digs out a roll of bills and rapidly counts neatly rolled bills with Benjamin's face on them. "Here's a couple grand." She leans over the desk to offer them. "Take the day off, go get some friends, and go out to a nice restaurant or something. Rent a limo and drive around the city.

Koriand'r has posed:
Kori isn't sure what she did, Janet is as likely to suddenly go on a warpath as offer her a couple thousand, but she weathers both options with the very real appearance of someone who would be perfectly comfortable regardless... At the very least she'd smile right up to the point smiling was no longer a thing someone should be doing! It's her default: Happy.

Terribly day when Koriand'r isn't happy.

Terrible for whoever made her that way too!

"Ah! Yes, I will do that. I enjoy limos very much, they always have very comfortable seating. Also, the sun-roof reminds me of flying, which is also quite enjoyable because I do not have to do any of the work!" As if flying is hard. It is not hard.

She reaches out with a manicured hand to accept the gift with a jubilant expression, "Thank you, Janet. I assure you I will paint the town mustard yellow. Probably not literally, but a few of these drinks I have recently been introduced to-" High Balls "- and I cannot make any promises."

"We still work under the all publicity is good publicity rule right? Asking for a friend."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet grins at Kori's question. "We can plea you out of anything below a Class D felony, so as long as you get arrested while wearing JVD brand clothing, we'll help cover your bail. With Jen on retainer you won't see much beyond community service." Her expression grows thoughtful. "If you're *going* to commit a major felony, wear something really tacky and tell everyone it's a Donna Karen. I can't help you get off the charges but at least you'll go to prison doing the company a courtesy," Janet suggests with a bantering expression.

"Can Tamaraneans even get drunk?" Janet asks, switching topics abruptly. "I've seen Thor pretty sloshed but that's the sort of thing where he pounds a couple of kegs of beer in a row. Or is it just more of a social thing, the, uh--" she mimes the motion. "Drinking?"

Koriand'r has posed:
"Oh, nothing like that! I have a legion of small human girls who have taken to following in on the instant gram." Kori blinks rapidly, "In most cases, I just make social disturbances or cleverly orchistrated appearances for the sake of being visibly seen doing minor legal infractures. The kind of misbehavior that entertains, rather than ultimately detracts from my marketability." Many years working for Janet has rubbed off a /little/.

She really isn't as dim as she appears either.

"It is quite amusing when handsy bar patrons get put into their place. Something for which a public service announcement can be quickly hashed up and community service would ultimately serve beneficial anyways. Tailored public image." Bobing her head side to side thoughtfully, all grins.. big grins.

"No, I cannot get drunk... well maybe. I have never actively tried to consume enough alcoholic beverages to achieve proper intoxication, but I have to assume that my metabolism has some upper limit I could cross with focused effort. I doubt a bar carries the quantity of bottles necessary... but for science, perhaps I should find out." Settling the roll of bills into her clutch, she rolls green eyes skyward thoughtfully.

"I suppose it is just social in nature, without any concentrated and determined effort on my part."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Well, if you go out with Nadia, make sure she's got a legit looking fake ID and don't let her get into too much trouble," Janet instructs Kori. "Bipolar makes drinking kind of a tricky proposition. I've got no doubts she's gonna end up sneaking out or having keg parties on a beach, but I'd prefer she do it with friends who can more or less restrain her if she gets drunk and has a manic episode. And definitely make sure she's wearing a neutralizer bracelt, the last thing you wanna do drunk is shrink into the quantum foam."

Janet shudders. "Think you can keep an eye on her for me? At least through the weekend," Janet says, and that grin returns.

Koriand'r has posed:
"Yes, of course I can do that!" Kori brightens, literally in this case with her eyes flashing a reactive green, at the notion of babysitting Nadia. "She is wonderfully entertaining to socialize with and it would be a delight to tear up the town with her." Hopefully not as literally as her brightening eyes.

"Neutralizer bracelet and proper fake ID... where does an individual acquire a fake ID? Hopefully I do not have to go to Eastern European gangsters given recent events... though I have to admit that would be amusingly ironic."

Over here in these streets finding the bright side of everything.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Hey just because I won't *prevent* Nadia's juvenile delinquency doesn't mean I'm gonna enable it, either," Janet points out with a dry tone of voice. "I'm just saying- if you're gonna go break the rules, then be safe and practical about it. A shitty fake ID and Nadia going Goliath-mode is going to complicate an evening out quite a bit. C'mon, you Titans were all in capes before most of you were legal," Janet says with a wheedling grin. "I'm sure someone on the roster knows how to sneak you all into a bar properly."

Koriand'r has posed:
"I will ask Nightwing, I am certain he knows where to acquire fake identifications! Do not worry, if I encourage her misbehaving, I will do so in the most legally minded manner possible. Our motto for this duel birthday excersion shall be: No Shame, No Jail, No destruction of any part of New York City in alcoholic induced over use of super powers and or science!"

Kori bobs her head as she stands, smiling, which would probably put most people at ease... except she always smiles, so it might be difficult to know where the line is between her joking and seriousness. "It is good that you are returned from Russia. Also to see you again. I will let you catch up on your months worth of work you have missed in the last two weeks."