6079/Just Another Day...

Just Another Day...
Date of Scene:	29 April 2021
Location:	05 Jemma's Suite - Playground
Synopsis:	Concerns over use of non-digital resources, overworking, and magical horses appearing on the ceiling? It is just another day in the life of Jemma and Daisy...
Cast of Characters:	Jemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson, Jane Foster
Tinyplot:	1000 Faces of Death

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Jemma Simmons has posed:
It is not often when there is more than one person in the living quarters designated for one Jemma Simmons. In fact, it is rare to find Jemma herself in her own room. It would seem that SHIELD life keeps her busy, with seemingly criminal acts of an international nature and all. That, and there was the usual work in the laboratory slash medical bay, with Jemma's research and her standing as the medical doctor for a good portion of the faces that now wander the hallways of the Playground.

Yet, here she is, actually sitting down in a chair. A tablet is sitting on a nearby end table...but what is actually in Jemma's lap is a paper notepad with some handwritten notes on it. From the looks of it, it appears to be preliminary calculations for a possible prosthetic for someone...a leg, from the looks of the somewhat crude sketch on the paper. There are notes, in Jemma's script, of circumferences, diameters, and reminders to take more thorough scans once healing is completed. Healing? For what?

That little tidbit remains a mystery. However, with Jemma actually sitting and looking over her notations, that might be a little odd, too. Since when does Jemma ever actually stop working?

Daisy Johnson has posed:
SHIELD life keeps everyone busy! Now that they are on the Playground and Daisy has her powers back she has been hunting down List almost non-stop, the one that been responsible for attacking Afterlife. With just a few breaks to be in the room and apparently ..., flood it?

But everything was dry and all already, and apologies had been given by ways of Daisy bringing some chinese takeout to the labs. You know, the usual. Yet now she steps in, door quietly closing behind her and she nearing Jemma from behind while she is going through her meditations. "Did you doze off with too much work?" she teases. She knows her friend rarely takes breaks.

A peek over her shoulder at the notations, then at the tablet. A wrinkle of her nose. Paper clipboard. That's been a while. And what a waste. They are digital girls! "Look, Jemms. I know the Playground's lab isn't as great as it could be. But no need to go back to the paper age." that dreaded age. "What are you up to?" She questions, dropping her backpack over her bed.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Oh....hello Daisy." Jemma glances over her shoulder at the incoming Daisy, offering her a slight smile. "Oh, no, not dozing off. Just contemplating appropriate actions to take in regards to fitting Agent Sousa with a new prosthetic leg." Oh...so that's who Jemma is making a new prosthetic for. Pencil taps on the notebook lightly. "I tended to his injuries caused by that archaic prosthetic of his and took notations down in the process. I was just considering what materials would be best suited for him."

Oh...another person poo-poo'ing the notebook. A shadow of a frown darkens Jemma's features, before it dissipates to a soft, but neutral tone. "Really...you, too? Honestly, I choose to use a pencil and paper for one day and everyone panics." There is a rolling of the eyes as Jemma returns to the paper. "It was honestly the most readily available item. I didn't have my tablet with me at the time." The pencil points to the tablet, sitting right at arm's length. "Agent May practically interrogated me...just because I opted to write down preliminary measurements rather than use the medical scanners for more precise measurements. Even after I explained that it wouldn't matter until Agent Sousa's abrasions were healed before any more detailed measurements could be given."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Ah, Agent Sousa..." Daisy says with a twinkle of a mischievous grin to her, "Have you seen that chin?" who hasn't! But clearly she appreciates it. Though she appears to be saying it more in jest than anything. The way she answers about the notebook has Daisy chuckle though, shaking her head, "Well, it's just not your way, always with that tablet..."

She approaches further, now real close to the other woman. Clearly she isn't the kind of Daisy to respect personal boundaries. In fact she might well be a personal space invader herself specially as she rests her hands on Jemma's shoulder in a warm manner.

"Sometimes you just need to relax a bit, you know. Always working. That's why I had all those sprinklers raining on our room." yes, totally on purpose.

"And Agent May interrogates everyone. Sometimes with just a stare." It's true. She has been under that scrutity before.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Yes, well, it was slightly annoying." The touch on Jemma's shoulder causes a slight shudder. Too small for anyone normal to pick up on. But...Daisy is not necessarily a normal person. It's...unusual. Though it is quickly brought under control as Jemma sighs, a slight smile curling the corners of her lips. "I am not necessarily used to others questioning my methods. And in front of Director Carter and Agent Sousa."

Director Carter...Seems that Jemma lapsed into using titles for her idols again, rather than first names.

As far as relaxing....that is met with a small laugh. "Have you ever known me to relax?" Maybe...maybe not. "There has not been a lot of time given to relax, don't you think?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Nope, not normal at all. And in fact Daisy has gotten a lot more attuned to those small vibrations after her time in Afterlife! Besides all that training with Daredevil. So the shudder is picked up. A bit strange, isn't it? It's not as if it's the first time that Daisy does this, or even the 100th one. If anything Daisy is a toucher. Expressing herself with touches as those pesky emotional people are prone to do. The hand remains though, and so does the other, resting on shoulders.

"It's as I told you, really need to relax." Is she talking about the shudder? Or something else? Brow arches, "What happened to calling her Peggy?" she questions. She still remembers how she was when they went to the safehouse. Having tea with the director! Pfff. And Daisy was the last to know. But it had been fun, and she liked seeing Jemma smiling.

"And I know there hasn't been much time to relax. We are in a crisis. But there's only so much we can take before we break, Jemms." the worry for her friend is real. Endearing really, for her heart seems to be fully supportive of her friend. "I bet Mr. Horse would know some good ways for us to relax." ah yes, Mr. Horse. The gentleman.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Yes, yes, Daisy. I will try. For you." With that, the notepad is placed over next to the tablet, with the pencil down as well. There is a blink, as Daisy asks about the reverting to proper titles. Wait, did Jemma just do that? Perhaps she is more tired than she thought. "Oh...yes. Of course. Peggy. I suppose old habits are hard to break." It is a good enough answer for why the relapse to using proper names.

With the leaning forward to put the notebook down, Jemma detaches herself from Daisy's hands upon her shoulders. It is a simple gesture....and really seems innocuous, as Jemme then turns around to face Daisy appropriately. A proper conversation, she might say. "It has been busy, busy, busy, definitely. Overseas traveling, kidnapping of Hydra heads..." That one earns Daisy a sideward glance, as that smile grows somewhat. "...being declared a menace to society. All rather much..." A pause. "But yes, I promise. I will slow down."

Mr. Horse? There is a moment fluttering of a heartbeat, something Daisy could certainly sense. But then, even that calms down, as Jemma seems to remember. "Oh, yes. Mr. Horse. I am sure he would have some rather unique ideas." Did it seem that Jemma actually forgot about a talking horse?

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Yes, this doesn't look like the Jemma Daisy knows. Not at all. But to go and think she is a doppel or something? Nope! Even if she has been on the forefront of fighting against those things when they first popped up. But right now, its worry that shows. At the tiredness Jemma shows, the forgetfulness. It's all a tell her friend needs a break! And yes, it's genuine care, even if it's Doppel-Jemma.

But that's how Daisy beats them. With the power of friendship!

"Jemma." The serious tone. Was she found out?! The expression on Daisy turns a tad more serious too, she squatting down in front of Jemms when she turns the chair around. But even if she escaped the touch on shoulders she gets it again when she rests her hands on the woman's knees. Daisy is relentless! "I am serious, this change to this place. It's getting to you." she says. "I know this is a new place, sometimes I am sure it even must feel like a new world..." oh, if only she knew! "... but the people are still the same. We are still the same family." she tells her in a firm tone. "And that's what matters.."

Okay, forgetting Mr. Horse would be weird but then she smiles. "Considering it's a damn Asgardian horse. Yes, I am sure. And did you find anything more about Jane's condition ..?" a pause, "I saw her the other day, during a mission. I am not sure if you read the report or not but ..., she was there, even if in spirit. I spoke with someone about it who told me this may relate to the valkyries, which really makes sense."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The serious tone catches the doctor's attention. And, there is an instant in which there is concern, true concern, in Jemma's expression. What is Daisy going to do? The hands on Jemma's knees gets a glance, but only a glance, as Jemma returns to Daisy's eyes. And then...Daisy speaks. The care for Jemma's well-being brings a honest-to-goodness Jemma smile forth. A smile that Daisy has seen many times. "Oh, I know. I know, Daisy. And I promise, I will stop trying to force myself forward. I know, everyone is here for me...for us. I will certainly take it easier."

There isn't even a blink of an eye when Daisy drops the bomb that it is an Asgardian horse. "Of course." There might have been a quickening of breath. Maybe. But then Daisy moves on to Jane...and Jemma latches onto that. "No. I haven't been able to determine anything more with Jane." This it seems Jemma seems more confident in, at the very least. Reports are a researcher's friend...and of course Jemma has read the reports. "Unfortunately, mysticism and magic are not really my forte. It is rather maddening. There is little I can pick up that's new."

That does sound like the truth. Daisy fully knows that Jemma was beating her head trying to get any further. And...she hasn't.

Jane Foster has posed:
The Playground lacks something the Triskelion did not: space. Being bankrolled by black ops budgets and an incredibly diverse array of contracts winnowed through shell corporations and prestige accounts that lead to nowhere ensured SHIELD had all it needed at its New York area haven. The pleasures of a major headquarters with lovely water features all amount to a singularly impressive locale. Delaware... is Delaware. It lacks for all the joys and delights that such a place might command. For one, it's Delaware.

Nothing ever happens in Delaware. The arrival of Amtrak once a day is heralded as a singular event worth stopping traffic for. Never mind because the train crossing is over the road. The state barely exists outside corporate headquarters.

None of this matters of course to someone for whom coordinates prove entirely optional. A blip and the moment passes.

Four feet markedly rest upon solid ground. In an instant, the air displaced makes a loud pop, a wind that rushes through the vicinity and buffets against the walls. Opalescent light settles down to something more liquid silver than white, tarnished mane defying gravity altogether to be buoyant and graceful. The brick frames the creature well, though perhaps the other occupants will find themselves flattened to the walls or shoved over the sofa depending on what anonymous furnishings are arranged however.

A horse with luminous feathered wings stands where none stood before.

Upside down. On the ceiling.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yes, that's the Jemms I know.." Daisy taps on Jemma's knee when she spots that bright smile on her friend's lips. "And that's all I wanted to hear.." which makes her get a bit more relieved herself. It wasn't only Jemma that was feeling the stress of this new place! She was too. And with Afterlife, finding her mother, and the break up after. It was too much change too fast. She was still trying to catch up though, so going at a thousand miles per hour helped in her not thinking too much on things.. But eventually she would.

"Yes, but with it being related to the valkyries it means that--"

Whatever she was going to say is stiffled by Mr. Horse's sudden appearance. And she gets bumped to the side by the horse's majestic derriere! Though all that sudden shift in the air makes her twist about, ready to fight whatever opponent is invading and ...!

"Oh, it's you..." Yes, she knows the horse. Don't read those on your reports, do you?!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
There would have been a moment of bonding. There would have been a patting of a hand on Jemma's knee, a reassurance that yes, everything will be okay. There could even have been the possibility of hugging.

All that disappears when a grand stallion appears. On the ceiling?!

The sudden gust of air upon the sudden appearance of the grand Grani is one thing, as Jemma's hair tousles in the breeze. The fact that an equine posterior almost sat on Jemma's head, however, is another. A cry of surprise escapes from Simmons as she leans back reflexively. Unfortunately, she leans back a little too far, and the chair topples over backwards, placing Jemma flat on her back on the floor.

Staring up at a horse. On the ceiling of the room. A room that is now considerably more confining, considering the fact it was not designed to accommodate four-legged magical beasts. Even if they are extremely knowledgeable in alcoholic spirits.

Jane Foster has posed:
Yes, yes. Grani ruins everything. Don't stand on the ceiling, Grani, you'll get hoof prints up there. Please don't kick the bad wolf in the face despite him being destined to devour your Asgardian kin. Please don't ruin the moment of blossoming trust and friendship, Grani, even though it's entirely a farce.

Only Thor understands Grani these days. Possibly Loki, insomuch as anyone trusts the green-clad trickster god. Trust in all, trust in none.

The stallion is larger than the average horse, on the scale of the Andalusian stock and then a sufficient bit more. Marble equestrian statues are put to shame. Grani sits upon none -- as Doom, he does as he pleases, and that does not include 'tooting' inside someone's house. Nor displacing them with his rump. He tosses his elegant neck, looking around, swiveling as he must this way and that to determine something is not quite right.

Side up.

"Bother, the knack for such arrivals proves itself most untimely!" he announces in a stentorian voice, as before. A talking, gloriously intelligent pegasus. That's all he needs. "Ladies, a humble pardon for displacing you so. Permit me correct myself. Stay as you are--"

A flash, then no horse. Another flash, and the wind dances hither and yon as he appears in exactly the same spot, save not on the ceiling, but the floor. Somewhere, a Witcher is horrendously jealous. His horse only appears on rooftops. "Ah, greatly improved. The conversation might have turned matters quite upon their heads for a lack of decorum. You offered exceedingly fine directions last time, and it would be a poor day when a pony of good stock such as myself neglected to adhere to the social expectations here! I have learned much." He nods, quite pleased. "Hullo! How are you cool cats?"

Yes, he's been to a jazz club.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Watching the magnificent horse materializing is always a sight. Even if it just appears in the most unexpected of times. As is it's right. Mythical horses and all that. But Daisy eventually *does* compose herself, up to her feet, adjusting her uniform and then joining Jemma, one hand reaching to help her friend up to a sitting position. "There we go, Jemms. Who knew saying it's name would work in summoning it, eh?" a lesson for the future!

Though, cool cats? That brings a bit of a narrowed gaze from Daisy. "You have been out and about playing, haven't you?" she questions the horse. Too specific words!

"And we are fine. In fact, we were just talking about Jane a moment ago. Perhaps you uh, detected it?" she doesn't really know how that all works. But hands come to rest on her hips once she helps Jemma up to a sitting position if she so wishes.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma definitely wishes to return to a position at least off her back on the floor. With Daisy's help, Jemma chooses to stand, rather than sit, taking the chair and sliding it to the side. Because, really, with a horse in the middle of the living area, there really isn't any expectation that Jemma will actually sit. She is amazed and more than a little disheveled, though she takes her time to straighten herself out upon reaching her feet.

"Err....hello to you as well." Caution in that voice. Yes, she is talking to a horse. Jemma still may find that more than just a little peculiar. "Nice to see you." The cool cats comment triggers confusion, which Jemma directs towards Daisy. Jemma even mouths 'cool cats' back to her friend, silently, the unspoken question there. What is going on? "We, hmm, were just discussing you, Mr. Horse. All good things..." Why did Jemma feel the need to add that descriptor? Could it be because Grani just teleported in? Or the fact that she is talking to a horse?! With, of course, proper Queen's english. Because that makes perfect sense.

Jane Foster has posed:
Grani is unrushed about greetings or other matters, given the opportunity to relax as much as he can. He curiously looks around Jemma's room, eyes bright and sharp. His tail twitches for a moment out of habit, though doubtful any fly is buzzing around down here. Wrong season, as a start!

He tries to move aside where Jemma and Daisy will not be compelled to crawl over a couch or stand atop one another like strange cheerleaders. That takes some time as he edges back and squeezes himself out of the way. "I would never divulge my musical ambitions. Suffice to say," he tells Daisy with aplomb, "I have greatly enjoyed the culture of the city as I have discovered it." He sounds pleased as punch with himself.

"You thought to converse about me? My goodness, that bodes well or fabulously poorly. I trust you are not taken poorly since our last rendezvous?" He lowers his head, examining both women. "Your choice of accommodation is... quite sparse. An ascetic as well?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yes, well... We have ran into a bit of trouble, see?" Daisy says in justification to the room they find themselves in. "And worst of all, Jemms now has to suffer me as a roommate. Can you imagine that?" she explains with a bit of a self-depreciating chuckle. "But welcome to the playground, Mr. Horse." she opening her arms a bit to the side. What? Aplomb is contagious and all that.

"Glad that you are finding our fine city to be to your liking. And we were talking about you, but also about Jane... Did you get any luck in discovering more on her?" She asks the horse, then looking back to Jemma. The 'cool cats' part receives a shrug from Daisy. "Maybe he's been down to the speakeasy, mmm?" that infamous speakeasy where they were beset by vampires!Yet they looked ravishing.

"But, going back to Jane. I saw her spirit, which I suppose you might be interested. Hanging right above and near someone who was .., dying? Close to? It was during a plane hijack. She .., appeared to see me when I reached out to her, but then she disappeared."

Another look to Jemma. "Oh, don't look so perturbed. You were hitting it off with Mr. Horse last time..." she remembers. They were going full british on one another.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Yes, well....you would have to excuse me. It is not every day that a music aficionado just appears when summoned....inadvertly or otherwise." There is a pause, to collect thoughts, then a continuance. "The speakeasy. Yes, I suppose that would explain the expression." As if Jemma has any idea what Daisy is talking about.

But yes...back to the recently arrived guest. "Yes, I'm afraid our accommodations are less than they were previously. A lot has happened since our last conversation." That is saying the obvious, of course....but it is true. And Jemma is always about using the truth whenever possible.

"I was just saying that I was unable to get any further with the Jane issue. Partly because of the recent events that caused our relocation to a locale rather less thrilling than before, I fear. But, it does seem that Daisy saw her? As a spirit, no less. And....Daisy had mentioned something about valkyries?"

The attention shifts from Grani back to Daisy. Keep Daisy talking, supposedly. Because, of the two humans in the room, it is apparent that Daisy has more info. Both overall and recent.

Jane Foster has posed:
British colloquialisms join the stately patter of the happily engaged horse. Proper ladies with a knowledge of the world, most remarkably satisfying. Chuffed to be there, he lightly clicks his hoof against the ground in an empathic announcement of satisfaction. "The lady in your esteemed physician's care? I fear not. The fortunes of the Princes took singular precedence, given the ultimate turbulence surrounding matters of state." If it is possible for a horse to sound conspiratorial, then he is going to achieve that simply by sheer will and purpose.

"Alas, I cannot oblige you with additional information for I simply have none to spare regarding your companion. Has she taken a turn for the better? Would you have committed her to an effigy and fine vault otherwise? Burial customs do trend for the elaborate, I understand." A whicker of thought rumbles low through the room, and he spies a great, dark eye on Daisy as soon as Jemma mentions _them_. "Have you been holidaying on old battlefields, ma'am? Pish, the danger of a turned ankle exceed the view of a meadow overgrown as the seasons progress. Goodness me, you are surrounded in the city by the finest diversions. Would you not seek to enjoy the music or libations on parade? Perhaps a lovely promenade through the park on one of those plumply mulched trails?"

His ears prick and he holds himself taller, somehow. "Though clearly we are not in the great city. You have relocated yourselves to the country. Is this a seasonal endeavour?"

A look is shot at Jemma, the /perpetrator./ "Are you *quite* well?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
See Jemma? When even a HORSE knows people need to relax from time to time it means something. Which is why Daisy has arms out and towards Grani as if showing Jemma 'See? Gotta relax.', "Even Mr. Horse thinks you should go for a rest, mmm?" they are important! Like naps..., sacred.

"And yes, the Lady in our care. Oh, don't play coy, Mr. Horse. You know what I am talking about. In fact, /why/ would you had come to us if not because of her?" Daisy is on to you Horsey!

"But .., not been holidaying on old battlefields, though there's been a lot of death in the present, and the theory that Jane is involved in some manner." a beat, "Not causing the deaths, mind you. But present." because it's an important distinction.

"And we relocated due to need. We are in ...," she looks around, ".. heck I am not even sure. Delaware?" she turns her nose. "I am too used to the city. But it's out of the way so ...."

Yet the question if Jemma is quite well makes Daisy shush, looking at her friend instead.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
As Grani focuses his gaze upon Jemma, a rather tired sigh escapes from the good doctor. "I...really don't understand why we are here, either. Everything is moving at quite the breakneck speed and I can barely keep up with the changes." That has the undeniably strong ring of truth in that statement. There has been quite a lot happening. Not in the lease Jemma finding herself trying to defend herself to an Asgardian stallion....that seems to know Thor and Loki. Oh, that bodes entirely not well for her.

A shifting of her attention from Grani to Daisy. Then, Jemma just sighs again. "I do believe that you two are quite correct. I have not been feeling my normal self lately. Perhaps a rest is in order." With that, she offers a gentle smile towards her equine friend. "If you would excuse me? I do believe a nap would be exactly what the doctor recommends." Then, a turn to Daisy. "I trust you can entertain our esteemed guest while I rest? I am sure he would find your company rather stimulating." Certainly in comparison to her.

And, with that, she offers her goodbyes to both and steps for the door to the sleeping area, to disappear within the dark confines beyond.