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I'm Not dead!
Date of Scene: 16 June 2021
Location: Gotham Courthouse, Gotham City
Synopsis: Phoebe is stuck in Gotham's paperwork mire until she is rescued by Gotham's White Knight, DA Harvey Dent!
Cast of Characters: Phoebe Beacon, Harvey Dent




Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Gotham's primary court, its center of judicial processes and attached to the Old Jail, was meant to look intimidating when it was constructed. It called to mind a castle, a regal place for Law and Order -- or the perfect place for a dungeon, to be forgotten about.

    And inside the courthouse, a young woman wearing a black skirt and jacket, her hair in box braids and pinned back to look professional, is holding a clipboard, sitting outside the city attorney's offices, and is flipping through paperwork. She has a folder of documents, in old typeface showing PHOEBE DOE, and then updated to PHOEBE BEACON, and gives a low mutter of "Certificate of live birth should be enough since the whole system *knows* there's no birth certificate-- ugh, why, why all the paperwork? How many trees died for this?"

    There's a four back of hot teas right next to her, along with one that was already emptied.

Harvey Dent has posed:
    Harvey Dent is a busy man. Being the DA of Gotham is work enough, ESPECIALLY when you aren't a corrupt one. He's been running back and forth through the courthouse all day for meetings and such, and he's pretty tired of it. He sighs softly as he gets off the phone with the New Yorker he's dating, and he pauses as he glances about. He's been wandering in thought, and entirely ended up on the other side of the building then he intended.

    He shakes his head and chuckles to himself before he glances over and sees the young woman seated there. "Rough day?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    A non-corrupt person working in the law in Gotham City? A rarity.

    In as high an office as DA? Hen's Teeth.

    So when the young woman with the dark hair and braids pauses in her paperwork to look up, she blinks, recognizing Dent, and she pauses a moment.

    "... do you know how ridiculous the paperwork is to get you listed as 'not dead yet' is when you don't have any official paperwork proving you're born?" she asks, and she takes a breath.

    "You're Harvey Dent. Ohmigosh -- am I in your spot? Is there a different place I should go? I'm so sorry, just trying to fill out all the paperwork and it's--" she stammers a moment.

Harvey Dent has posed:
"I...don't, actually." He chuckles softly and glances down at the mountain of paperwork she is working with. He shakes his head, then.

"You're fine. I was on a call and got a little turned around." He checks his watch and shrugs a bit to himself. He has a bit before his next meeting. He turns more fully towards her and leans in, offering a hand.

"Harvey Dent, like you said. ...It's a lot?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Phoebe Beacon." she introduces herself simply, reaching up to shake his hand, and trying very, very hard to suppress the healing powers of her touch, but Harvey may feel a bit energized by the handshake.

    "Ah, so it's a bit complicated. I was entered into the Gotham Children's Services around two years old, so I don't have a birth certificate, but I have a certificate of live birth with an approximate birth date, but no location or hospital of birth because no one seems to know. And I have my adoption papers signed by Judge Wojiak twelve years ago, but my Social Security card is still reading Phoebe Doe instead of Phoebe Beacon and wouldn't you know it -- after the Commissioner punched out the Newspaper editor who fronted money for a fake discovery of biological family I suddenly ended up dead on paper while my adoptive mother was in a hospital in the Adirondaks." she explains.

    And she gives a shrug.

    "... so they're saying I don't exist. Which would be *great* except for I'm pretty sure the City Tax Office says I exist, so they can tax me when I get a job." she jokes. "I'm surprised more people who work in office paperwork don't run off to be bad guys!"

Harvey Dent has posed:
The odd sensation from the handshake is something he notices, but it doesn't register as anything significant. Talking to this girl is just a bit exhilirating, it seems! He doesn't jump to conclusions.

"Well, nice to meet you, Ms. Beacon. He furrows his brow and offers a sympathetic look as he sinks into a chair beside her. "Wow, that's a lot," he says with a softly teasing tone, clearly attempting to lighten her mood. "Well, let me see all that." He reaches out to take the paperwork, if he can. If he can't, he simply leans over to peer at it.

"Ah. Jones. He's the worst. Looks like he's the guy handling your case." He reaches into his coat and fishes out his phone. It appears as if he is idling texting while talking.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yeah, I know, it's a lot to go through. I think I'm doing okay without my old social worker though. She retired to Florida to wrestle monitor lizards. Way less stress than working in Gotham." she jokes.

    Well, he's the expert. The young woman hands it over, and Harvey gets a good look.

    Phoebe Doe was entered into the Gotham Children's Protective Services after being abandoned at a liquor store wearing just a T-shirt and a pull-up in March, in a light stroller. There was a bit of a media sensation around it, commemerative plates sold to support 'Baby Phoebe' that was investigated since she never received any funds from it. Total sham, typical Gotham.

    Police reports went in with an unsucsessful attempt to find who dropped her off or any family in the area -- no one from the Tri-City Area was missing a child that matched her description. She was adopted by EMT-turned-Fire Lieutenant Charles Beacon and his wife Caroline, after they fostered her, paperwork was submitted to change her name in the system. Then Charles Beacon was killed in a fire -- that was notated due to a trust fund set up for Phoebe that was briefly given over to the presumed biological parents last year, which was drained before they left Gotham. She was returned by Gotham by a joint group of heroes and Gotham police. Unfortunate that she lost most of her trust fund, but legal.

    She was accidentally delcared dead when they meant to declare Caroline Beacon, who suffered serious and life-threatening 3rd degree burns when their house was set on fire. Made the news, Wonder Girl, Impulse, and Arsenal were all there and the day was mostly saved (including the family pooch). The perp was apprehended and returned to Arkham.

    Her current paperwork was being handled by Jones, but mostly by herself. She had updating of status forms since her adoptive mother was in fact alive, she was in fact alive, but while the former had a new address of a presumably not-burned-out-shell of a house, Phoebe's official address wasn't her mother's.

    "... I'm afraid legally I'm a bit of a mess." she laughs, rubbing the back of her head.

Harvey Dent has posed:
"You could say that," he replies, though the man's tone is softer. He flips through the pages and considers them for a moment before he glances down at his phone. It's ringing. He answers it, pressing it to his ear as he looks over the paperwork.

"Jones. Got my text? Yes, I'm serious. Mmmhm. No, I'm talking to her right now. I'm -looking- at the paperwork. A B1289-Q for this? Really? Why're you making her jump through all these hoops. You remember the story as much as I do."

He shakes his head and hands the paperwork back to the girl, rolling his eyes for her. "Yeah. Good. Good. Mmmhm. Right."

He sits back in his chair. "Great. Thanks. You're a good man." He hangs up.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I... did you just--" she pauses, and Phoebe looks up surprised at Harvey Dent as he hands her back the paperwork.

    "You just called the guy handling my casework for correcting my legal standing and scolded him?" she asks incredulously as she looks up to Dent.

Harvey Dent has posed:
"Mmmhm. It'll take a bit, but you should be good now. I'll give you my office number. If you don't get your new info in the mail in 6-10 business days, then give it a call, alright? You've been through enough and Gotham is rough. We need to look out for eachother when we can."

Ah, so THAT'S why he's called the Golden Boy of Gotham.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... ah... I'm going to need that switched to a PO box." she states embarrassedly. "I don't live with my mom at the moment. I've been couch surfing since I got expelled -- let me update this paperowrk item right here --" she states, and she pulls out something.

    "Luckily I'm familiar with the P-450-a's. I used to volunteer at the homeless shelter sometimes, so I'd be helping some of the guys and girls work out getting a PO box instead of an address that they might not be able to access their mail from. I know that you're not *supposed* to get legal forms to the box, but there's a shelter that operates them for their unhoused population as a way to sneak that under the radar -- do you think there's anything you can pull to make it legal and low-cost for PO boxes in Gotham to receive City paperwork? That would make their change of address forms and their unemployed office access *so* much easier!"