9447/Curse the Sky, Praise the Day

Curse the Sky, Praise the Day
Date of Scene:	04 January 2022
Location:	Operations: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Jane warns Daisy and Jemma about incoming problems, and they discuss evacuation options. Secret Warriors gonna secret.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons

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Jane Foster has posed:
A late night means a tired morning for most people. Or nearly noon. Jane has a pot of tea hidden in a carafe, trying to push her way through endless bouts of astronomical information fed by a constellation of satellites.

She sits at a conference desk in a small conference room, waiting patiently after sending out texts to her fellow Furiae to come visit.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Nearly noon. And still so close from New Year's festivities. Which means there's a yawny Quake making her way through the corridors towards this meeting with Jane. Yes, she is still affected by the celebrations! Look, New Year has to be celebrated properly, and Daisy knows all about that. Living in the moment and all that. Of course that the New Year was starting with a crisis in NYC apparently, so it was back to being regular SHIELD.

Receiving the notification for a meet means that Daisy makes her way to the conference room, an apple in her hand which she is chewing happily onto along with a small bag (most likely filled with more apples) on the other. Not chocolate for a change! Nor takeout as it's still too early for lunch.

Yet odds are that the rest of the Furiae have yet to eat anything today. She can just sense it! Call it the Furiae-sense.

The door opens and Daisy comes in, smiling faintly at Jane and looking about. "Morning, Jane."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
It doesn't take much longer before a familiar brunette makes her way through the door. With a sigh that is both reserved and altogether damning at the same time, Jemma finds herself a chair to sit upon, but not before smiles and waves are given to the other two Furiae present. "Oh, hello you two. I do apologize about the delay. I was attempting to straighten some projects out in the lab before we would need to evacuate. Attempting being the operative word here."

With a flump, a desired chair is obtained...and promptly sat in. "I do sincerely think that the R&D labs should be in a weapons bunker. It will make it so much easier if the scientists never have to leave..."

Jane Foster has posed:
Projection screens are a thing, a matter of pleasant business in the world of SHIELD. More important, they provide information at the fingertips without requiring complex computers hauled everywhere.

Jane has another set of simulations running off a supercomputer, and her time logged on the Triskelion banks hasn't been minor in past days. Half her requests come in overnight, the better not to swamp the agency during European and American primetime, though that hasn't helped the Asian theatre. What can a person do? "Projects in the lab," she replies, and nods to Jemma. "Precognitive now, are you?"

If only that were reason to laugh. It's not. "Let's shut the door and be frank, this conversation is tangential to the information provided to the commanders on up. But there are bigger issues that fall under your," a nod to Daisy, "purview."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The bag of apples is opened so each of them can take an apple. And no, Daisy won't move until each of them takes one. Yes, she can see the logged hours each of them have on the system! Once they have a proper apple with them is when Daisy moves to find a chair next to the duo, a glance to the supercomputer running those algorithms and then to Jane.

"Sure. Which ones are you talking about?" she questions, her brows furrowing and she leaning back on her chair. Another bite on her apple. She likes to chew on something when she's nervous. Helps calm the nerves and all that.

"And you aren't getting into a bunker, Jemms. Are you turning into Fitz now?" oh yes, Daisy is sure Fitz would just looove a bunker where he could just work his little heart away.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Precognitive?" The single word question is given as innocently as Jemma regards Jane. "No...not unless that is something new I have yet to discover. It is merely an issue of preparedness. Given how chaotic the move was from here to the Playground and back, I thought it was appropriate to set up protocols to make the transfer of projects as efficient as possible."

Of course Jemma would consider preparation to be necessary. She probably did extra credit as a 'just in case' scenario during schooling. (which she totally did)

The attention turns to Daisy, as an apple is taken. "And no....I don't plan on hiding in a bunker. I doubt I could hide much anywhere. Oh, dear Jane, be wary of that new lanyard. The higher the number, the harder it is to hide, from my experience."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Thank you." Jane takes the apple, and she will take a small bite to satisfy the masses. Or in this case, Daisy. The polished up fruit provides a crisp bite of sweetness and charm for her to enjoy, met with a bit of chewing. Then searching for a napkin because, unfortunately, apples that are juicy can also be very sticky. Delicious fruit, along with sunshine and fresh air, makes a body happy.

Jemma's just in case scenario earns a wan smile. "We can use that sort of forethought, since there is a strong likelihood we will not be able to access Manhattan for a time. Out here in Westchester, we're in a better situation, but the rest of New York could be under siege for a while." She puts the bitten apple aside, resisting the urge to bite into her own cuticles. That will never help. "Speaking of, I need your help erasing records of a geosynchronous satellite, Daisy. Nothing too urgent, but I would rather my access not be traced."

Her fingertips spread and find the sensors activating the three dimensional projection of a holograph, displaying the upper eastern seaboard. All very pretty, with Long Island and New York in the epicenter of several neat dots. "Fifty thousand angels led by Michael will reach St. Patrick's Cathedral in Manhattan in two days. I do not know if it will be midnight or 4:00 PM or something between, but the near earth object I've been tracking is a vanguard for an invasion." Her fingertips spread and with it the resolution of the boroughs come into deeper focus, a red pinpoint ping sparkling steadily in the middle. "What may very well be a war, and it will potentially become violent. Peggy called for a widespread evacuation, but the truth is, these angels likely need to be treated as hostile until they bother judging us or leaving. They are not inclined to be kind. With that forewarning, we need to evacuate more than weapons or random 0-8-4s of use. That means you too, Jemma."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yea, I still got to have a talk with Matt." Oh yea, Daisy knows it won't go well any talk with Matt about evacuating Hell's Kitchen. It's his home. And she knows he will stay there defending it. And it's not like lying to him about it being an asteroid will help, what with him being able to read her like an open book. Maybe she can text him ... something like: 'hey, gotta evacuate Hell's Kitchen. Asteroid approach. Kluvupickuat7.' Oh yes, that will work.... Or not.

"Sure, if there's a thing I am always willing to do is break the law for my Furiae." She says about erasing records out of a satellite. It's true! But they are spies. Is it really breaking the law? "Just get me the deets and I will start my work on it."

It's when she looks at the projection and listens to the explanation about the angels attack. She looks at Jane, then back to it. "Fifty thousand?" that has her frowning.

"I don't like this. We should be out there fighting them off." Of course that Daisy's first reaction to it would be to wanting to go face the problem head on.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
There isn't much that surprises Jemma. After dealing (still dealing!) with a holy relic as powerful as an Asgardian god...not to mention the fact that Jane is sitting in front of her when Jemma knows that Jane's body is still on ice in an undisclosed location known only to the three of them and Peggy (and probably Fury, too...), Jemma has come to be a little more accepting of magic and religion. She is still going to try to quantify it...but she is a little more looser with her definitions now. But...upon hearing that a heavenly host is flying in to invade?

Well....it is a good think Jemma is already sitting.

"Wait. I was aware of the celestial body coming in, and I assumed that was just an asteroid. But....it is really a celestial vanguard? We are talking actual biblical angels?" Jemma actually rolls her eyes as she throws up her hands. "Really...and Fitz thought I was crazy to plan. Called me one of those doomsday preppers. Well...wait till he hears this."

A pause...as Jemma focuses on Jane. "Wait. You are worried that the 084's are in danger? And me? As in, the research and development lab, right? You cannot possibly mean me as an individual, yes?"

Because Jemma, in her mind, is just not that important. Even after the whole senior agent thing...

Jane Foster has posed:
"Tip of the spear, to put none too fine a point on it." Jane adds another layer to the projection, revealing a scatter trail stretching two hundred fifty meters long in an oblong shape. "They have kept formation since they appeared, and the distance they are travelling diminishes by the hour. They are within lunar orbit at this point, which brings me to the obvious here."

Her gaze traces over the detailed creation filled in by elaborate flashes of radiance, the obvious signs of an armed force with wings and things. It might be artistic liberties taken by some graphic designer forced into work, or various other features. "Angels not of mutant or metahuman variety. As Odin is a god, this predates even the All-Father, the beings who were present when creation was struck. As far as I know. The fact is, I have to find Thor or hope that a rainbow bridge will carry my words to Heimdall and he might relay them." Too many pauses and broken notes between for her to be certain leaves the plan far from ideal, and her tone makes this apparent in the twist of words. "We have New York effectively in the blast radius of touchdown but nothing stops angels from going where they like, other than obedience to their commander. Again, I'm going purely on speculation from a crash dive through the Torah, Bible, and more apocrypha than I can commit right now. What you need to know to make your decisions is that these aren't just winged people and their capabilities lie beyond us. Probably not Daisy one-on-one, but a group of them around Daisy I'd like not to contemplate except as I have to. So."

Her hand banishes the 'asteroid' away, back to the map of New York. "Options. I am in fact worried about you, Jemma, because you can orchestrate an intelligent response after observation and thorough examination. That's how war works. You take out the strategic entities -- leadership, like Fury and Carter; intelligence, like you; and their heaviest hitting offense or defense as you can reach it. From there, you play a game of attrition or you go the overpowering force response. From the sounds of it, we're possibly looking at the former. You are also my friend. Not as much as a sitting duck as I am, but against this, we're outgunned, outmatched, and completely outnumbered."

Those dark eyes shift back from Jemma to the Inhuman in their midst. "He'll take us to the Moon for safekeeping, if we consent to go. Including my body."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Oh yes. Daisy knows what 'He' Jane is talking about. It has Daisy become surprised, head canting to the side. "To the moon, is it?" She takes in a breath. "Well, I suppose you *will* need someone to escort you." she says resignedly. Not because she really wants to go to the moon. Not at all. And what can she really do against Angels?

Well, maybe a thing or two.

Yet their safety is more important. "Then lets do it. I will ..., try to convince Matt." most likely a losing battle. But ..., Daisy has her ways.

A look to Jemma, "And you." she points at the scientist, "... need to stop thinking that you aren't important. You are the brains of this all thing."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Would you rather we did not go to the Moon?" Jane asks, probably sleep-deprived. Probably. "You don't have to if you do not want to."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"He?"

There is a moment of uncertainty. But, it doesn't take much for Jemma to catch up to the conversation. As Daisy so pointedly explained to Jemma, she is smart. And Jane, as well, with her intelligence commentary. "Oh...Blackagar. I understand. I always wanted to be an astronaut."

So...that sounds like a yes.

"I mean, how often does one get an offer to go to the Moon? I would imagine not very. But...there wouldn't be an issue with, well...me there?" It is a viable question. Jemma would be a minority and of course she is concerned more for everyone else than for her own safety.

Then, those brown eyes shift to Daisy. "Yes, yes...I know. Call it upbringing or bad habits. I promise to try to be better. New year and all, right?" That might be a resolution that Jemma could keep.

But...probably not. This *is* Jemma, after all...

Jane Foster has posed:
"The particulars are his to figure out, and I am not going to be able to provide more information than that, only that he made the offer and I prefer not to abuse it. There's a lag time between the Moon and Earth if we require communications but it's not insurmountable. Not to mention the number of satellites already in orbit around it." Jane draws out a breath she was probably holding for too long, and she sits back in her chair, apple forgotten and glimmering lights of the projection around them. "No, there would not be an issue if you have an invitation from the king. Past that, we put Mr. Murdock on the back foot by telling him it's a nice holiday?" Right, that will work. They know all around it won't.

"I want this to be a plan we don't use. A lifeboat in troubled waters is a generous option, though we may all be drowned by the sea anyway. I'm not about to be fatalistic, though." Her heel bounces, measuring anxiety somewhat. "Until we know what all will happen, we have options."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"It's not wanting to go." Daisy clarifies, " ... I just don't want to feel like I am running.." look, Daisy still has issues about not being in front of the battle lines being impulsive like she enjoys being. "But .., I also know we all have a role to play in this."

There would be other heroes to handle this. With this kind of threat? She expects the heavy hitters to be present. Which means she focuses on what's in front of her. Which is going to the moon. "Well, I can erase those logs you want in no time, so should be ready to go soon enough. Anything else you'd need of me?" a faint grin then sipping into her expression. "Is there a dress code?" yes, she noticed the tiredness on Jane's expression. She's perhaps trying to alleviate it with her usual sassiness.

"Mr. Murdock won't believe it though. But I have a plan.." Maybe the start of one.

To Jemma she only looks briefly. And shakes her head. She doesn't believe Jemma when she says those last words. Maybe she has developped clairvoyant powers!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
A clairvoyant Daisy? That is a dangerous combination, to be sure. Jemma remains passive, though. She does seem like she means it. Hey, she got out of the lab and only questions her sanity at playing superhero only every other week or so. She is getting better! She has even stopped complaining about her codename as often. Sure, there is sarcasm...but not nearly as much arguing.

Either that, or Daisy is wearing Jemma down. Either way, that's progress!

"I had thought retreating to the Playground might have been an option. However, leaving the planet? That sounds like a slightly better option."

Don't let that soft British accent fool you. The chance to go to the Moon? Jemma's little science mind is practically giddy with the possibilities.