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Jane Foster	SHIELD has its ups and its downs. Ups: beating Madame Viper to a veritable standstill and regaining their chief. Downs? Losing Peggy Carter, late shifts, and upcoming PT tests. No one likes the PT tests unless they're Steve Rogers, and Steve is Steve. An announcement goes out on email about a Mexican food night at the Swordfish Bar, perfect opportunity to socialize with the other agents, spies, and consultants. Tacos al pastor and carnitas fill out one deck from catering, while more traditional elements to an American palate are set up a bit more buffet style. Toppings involve cheese, a lot of cilantro, salsa, pico, and various vegetables. It's not Tex-Mex so much as point of pride for the actual contingent of SHIELD employees from Mexico, so authenticity applies. Minus the drinks; those can be dubiously blue, pink, white, green, or anything in between where margaritas are involved. Jane sits squarely on a stool next to a booth, juggling a phone in one hand and a taco plate on her knee, and probably unwise to move more than that. The phone keeps dinging like a person on the other end is addicted to sending 581 emoji at a time. "Where is the no-vibration function on this thing?" Of course, the phone doesn't like reacting to her fingerprints anymore than the tablets or the other facility security equipment. C'est la vie.
Mary Jane Watson	The last time she was in the Swordfish Bar she was talking over to the new waitress. Who doesn't appear to be on shift now and has mostly slipped through Mary Jane's memory beyond the rather strong feelings she had on things taken from the Leader, which MJ rather well presumed that would be dealt with and then destroyed. She's not been part of the group that went into the field, but there's still Taco night! So in an off-duty uniform she's arrived there, jogging on in. She would arrive and glance at the food setup and lick her lips over and move to swivel around and cheekily offer ,"I think that's called 'hit it several times until it stops making noise', at least as far as my Aunt Anna goes with it."
Jessica Drew	Next to her, also perched on a stool is a spider. Mutant and green-eyed, Jess smiles and leans over to quickly tap the phone and then reset it to vibrate. She apologizes after the fact with a wide-eyed shrug and then turns to dress her taco al pastor with a fiery red sauce before tucking in. The shot of tequila she ordered is set on the bar, accompanied by a bottle, an open salt cellar and a plate of cut limes. "Andale, andale, arriba!" she chants half to herself, then knocks it back.
Jemma Simmons	A fingertip points to an inconspicuous icon along the top of the supposedly smart phone. "Tap that twice." The decidedly British tone would betray the person attached to said finger as being one Jemma Simmons. "otherwise, you can always turn down the volume on the phone." Friendly advice! And the elusive Jemma, seen out in the wild outside of the lab! Will wonders ever cease? Jemma herself doesn't give a reason as to why she is there. Of course, it is because certain other people insist that she has a social life. Right, as if Jemma ever needed that before! She does look a little out of her element. But...only a little.
Tom McCarthy	PT was just fine for Tom - he was used to it from his prior career. Sure, it was nice to sleep in - but as a lower ranking agent, he usually got the rough shifts. Either early in the morning, or overnight. It was, what it was. But today, today was for tacos! Tom had made his way to the Swordfish, stepping in and looking about at those present. He knew the value of making friends and getting to know your co-workers - it made being on missions a lot more palatable, if you weren't complete strangers. Dressed in civvie clothes, he offers a wave to the table full. "Hey there. I'm not too late for the food, am I?"
Jane Foster	The Swordfish caters basically to SHIELD, so there can be a bit of the relaxing of the rules. Not enough for lampshades on heads, but sufficient for more than water cooler conversation. MJ's suggestion may be the one that's on Jane's mind -- but they share part of a name. Therefore it must be a wavelength. "I'm half-tempted to turn it over to engineering to see what they can do to interrogate it," she replies, "but it's work-regulation already." Enough to allow for the many demands of social media that she puts on said regulation phone. Still, it defies her. Nope, no beeps. Jess makes it work instead. "Seriously. I was doing that!" In fact, she was. But she grins all the same. "Thank you." Betrayal of the phone, it can sit on the wayside. She reaches over to drop it onto the table that she's perched next to, and gestures. "Come join us, Simmons, Watson, and sundry. It's no fun day on a Sunday without friends." They can all use a good social life. The astrophysicist probably not associated with the spy organization outside those walls cheerfully nods to Tom. "Of course, if you're from work, you get the perks. Mind the hot salsa though, it's... possibly illegal, and there might be a Carolina reaper in there. Waivers required. I'm Jane Foster." Yes, surprise! "Nice to meet you."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would smirk at Jane, "Well, that would make it better or worse. And thanks for having me." She would let herself be invited on in while glancing at Jessica, "Good work. I'm horrible with electronics. I have a friend I just ask to fix things for me." She would go to look over things from her position. Then go to start to nab herself some food first. Food first, then social. The girl had learned the way that snacks went with friends that it tended to be best to make sure you got the good things before the tables were finished! Platter piled high with tacos and toppings.
Jemma Simmons	"Of course, Jane. If only so you can be an eyewitness in case Daisy asks if I actually get out and socialize. I need all the help I can get." Jemma pauses for a moment, her light smile becoming a touch knowing. "Daisy is rather persistent when she wants to be." Yes, it is true that Daisy is not present. No, that is no excuse for Jemma not to be. This is just fact that Jemma accepts. Jemma, however, does not pick up any immediate taco provisions as she shifts to join Jane and company. The only thing Jemma goes get? A glass of water. It seems that Jemma isn't exactly hungry at the moment. Instead, she's there for the social interaction. "Oh, and I promise to not talk shop at all for at least the first, oh, five minutes? Maybe even longer. I am feeling quite generous tonight, you know." Oh, a wink. Yes, it does seem that Jemma can be funny when she wants to be. But....not talk about science for five whole minutes? She might have bit off more than she can chew with that.
Tom McCarthy	There's a nod to Jane as she introduces herself. "Tom McCarthy. Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Tom replies, tone respectful. Always best to offer over respect first, always assume you're the lowest ranking in the room - it saves you from looking like an ass. "I'll sign the waiver - hot and spicy is good for me." His grin comes to him easy - off-duty Tom is all too happy to relax. His introduction made, he moves over to start fixing himself a plate. All the hot, all the spicy! "I think this is the first social I've been to for the agency." A sheepish chuckle. "I definitely feel like the FNG around here."
Jane Foster	"You're always welcome. I mean that, and not simply the company line." Jane carefully lifts one of the corn-shelled tacos from the plate, taking the latter from her knee in her left hand. She needs to carefully maneuver the whole taco toward her mouth without dropping any pastor filling, cilantro, or chopped tomatoes that twinkle like jewels in the nested greenery. A light, quick bite proves more than a little satisfactory. "Good to have friends who can compensate where you aren't at your strongest suit. How is your forge coming along? Did you get anything settled there?" she asks MJ. She crosses her legs lightly, woefully regarding a few leaves and spices that managed to land on the plate. Tacos aren't fussy food but they aren't easy to eat without some sprinkle. "Generosity abounds, but you /can/ talk about whatever appeals to you. I actually have something signed in for you at the lab, but we can talk about that later. Before Fitz jumps on it." Her smile widens at Jemma. The dry humour clearly appeals. "Mr. McCarthy, let me introduce agent Jessica Drew, senior agent Doctor Jemma Simmons, and agent Mary Jane Watson. I'll let them go further than that. And please, here? Jane is fine. What brings you into the agency?" It's an open, easy question without too much pressure, but she nods to their table. "Pull up a chair and enjoy. If you start breathing fire, you have the best doctor we have right there."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would glance over at Jane as soon as food had been acquired, "Fitz is setting it up for me. I only asked him a short time ago so I don't think it's quite a priority to get it done. I'm sure he has a lot mroe things on his to-do list than it. And it's not like I need it in a rush. I'd much rather not have it with me all the time but she can be rather insistent on it." The sudden light shift in posture of her and a tensing and look of light irritation crossing her features would vanish once more as she would relax again. The quick shift an indicator of her passenger making her displeasure shown on the matter. "And thanks, it's really nice to be part of a.. Bigger thing. It's been a chaotic coule of years but I'm glad it's gone in this direction." Words carefully chosen still. She'd had her other background things going on as well.
Jessica Drew	Jessica leans forward, hand extended to give him a firm shake. "Nice to meet you. We don't often get to knock a few back, enjoy yourself." After a sidelong glance at Jane, "What /does/ bring you to agency? And, leave the fire-breathing to us. Have you /had/ that habanero sauce?"
Jemma Simmons	A sidelong glance is cast towards Mary Jane as the (supposedly) best medical doctor SHIELD has to offer speaks. "Did you promise him food?" A beat, then Jemma explains. "If you promised Fitz food when you asked for your little project, I will guarantee that he will work on your request first and ensure that it is done to his specifications. Partly because Fitz is very particular with his own criteria and will ensure it is done properly. And...partly because he likes to eat. There is a reason that Daisy's little requests get bumped up more often than not." After all, Daisy has earned her title of Bringer of Food. She has learned the system. Tom earns himself a warm smile and attention from Jemma. "Oh, please, if Jane gets to be called just Jane, then by all means, just call me Jemma. Much more just tends to be a bit more formal than we really need here."
Tom McCarthy	Food acquired, Tom returns to the table. He does shake Jessica's hand, once he sets down his plate. "Tom is fine then too, I'm not going to be the guy to stand on formalities if we're all off-duty." He settles into his seat, placing a napkin in his lap. A bit of the hotter sauce is dabbed onto the tacos he'd made. "As to what brought me to the agency - I just finished up my tours with the Air Force. Pararescue." The man starts. "I thought it'd be a good way to keep helping people, and put my skills to use." A pause. "Fire-breathing is certainly not one of them. But I do tend to handle spicy well." Tom chuckles. "I used to use all the hot sauce I could, on my MREs."
Jane Foster	That hot sauce with the waiver is, in fact, worthy of medical attention. The Scoville units basically leap way up the scale from anything sold commercially without the bystanding EMTs needed or a label manufactured in a country without FDA equivalents. Jane lofts a look at Mary Jane, and then says sidelong, "And hello to you." But they've already been introduced, surely! "That's a high level secret about inspiring Fitz. Keep it close to your heart. Of course, we might see a problem if there happen to be several delicacies he likes, but Jemma keeps the major stuff under wraps so no one can pip her for favours," she warns. Probably playful. Probably. "Agent Johnson," she explains for Tom, "is renowned for snacks, Chinese food, and ferreting out the best cafes in the city. You need to know where to eat, she's your gal." With that bit shared freely, she returns to preparing another taco. Mm, taco. "Pararescue, that's quite the gig. You have it right, we can use anyone familiar with falling out of planes and Quinjets with style. Not all of us," a nod at Jess, "can be imperviously graceful when at flight speeds, and land with unparalleled style." There's a horse somewhere pricking his ears, and snorting over a rum baba, if he could /actually/ hear her say that.
Jessica Drew	A smile plumps Jess's cheeks at all the sidelong glances exchanged between them. She pops another piece of taco into her mouth before picking up the tequila bottle in invitation to the others. "MREs deserve nothing else except to be binned. Pararescue are baaaaad asses." Her mouth puckers into a moue at Jane, "Much more impressive than sticking a landing when you have adhesive on your hands."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would turn to watch the others with amusement while taking a bit eo fher own, overloaded taco, "I'll leave all the very spicy stuff to you. I'm not that daring." Speaking to Jane in the 'already familiar' role! Her attention given over to Tom. "You reviewed the Shi'Ar attack from last year? Was wondering if you had any thoughts on how their.. They use starfighters, right? How they handled?" Yes, her only knowledge of space combat was from Star Wars. but what self respecting interstellar empire wouldn't want to use starfighters?
Tom McCarthy	"I had never really heard about the Air Force special ops, until I was already in Basic Training." Tom admits. "But when I got the opportunity to apply, I did. It was pretty rough going - it certainly was more intense than your standard training." A smile to the others. "Jumping out of aircraft was always the fun part - but the saving people was the real meat of it. It always felt like I saved the world when I got a soldier home." "Who knows if I'll be bumped into a similar task here in the agency. I'm just happy to be helping where I can." He admits with a shrug. "I think a regular civilian job would have me bored to tears, honestly." A look to Mary Jane, and a nod. "I reviewed what I'm cleared for. I never did pilot, unfortunately. I did see their maneuverability, it was rather impressive. We're definitely hard pressed to keep up with that, on Earth."
Jane Foster	The taco that Jane eats requires both hands and a modest amount of positioning so that the plate stays underneath. But she clearly enjoys herself as other agents come and go, helping themselves before they can reach a seat. "I don't stick landings. Probably why they have us go in on foot or paired with someone who can," she admits. "My expertise is space science." Which doesn't explain then why they keep putting her on foot. There you go. "At the time of the Shi'ar attack, I was mostly crunching the numbers behind the scenes. You want the real specifics, Captain Danvers would be the one. From what I heard, there were several fronts on which they were fought -- and several capable metahumans that slapped them back in ways they weren't expecting. Those capabilities tend to be hard to corroborate without someone in the field there. But we've got some files. SWORD maintains them. Again -- Danvers would be a good person to talk to. Avoid Commander Brand unless you want to provide explicit details on why. Obviously, Agent Erickson is ideal, too, given his familiarity with the technology." She pops the pair of facts out for those who might want them, giving Tom and MJ both reason to go stalk Captain Marvel.
Mary Jane Watson	There's a look of amusement in Mary Jane's face, "Sorry, whenever I hear Air Force, I can't imagine why someone involved in it isn't a pilot. Fair enough." She responds at least a little cheekily, "And mostly curious. I don't think I'm ever going to run into one and if we do I'm definitely not going to be one of the ones flying up there." That was more of a SWORD thing after all. Plus while Sonja might revel a fight against hte likes of the Imperial Guard, having read even what minimal files she had clearance to definitely made Mary Jane very much want to hope that peacable relations kept up.
Tom McCarthy	"I don't stick all landings either, I promise. Some are rough and leave me a lot more sore than I'd like to be." Tom muses, before taking a big bite of his taco - over his plate, of course! No need to make a mess. "Space science... that's a huge swath of things I know little about. I got my degree in Nursing to help with my medical duties, but... yeah." A grin. "I'll keep those names in mind, thank you. I need to know where the agency needs me - I suspect they are still feeling me out. I did get to talk to the Queen of Genosha, regarding some odd behavior of FBI agents at their Embassy." A smile to MJ. "It's a valid assumption, with the Air Force's PR. I always wanted to get an incentive flight in one of the fighter jets - but I never had enough down time." Another bite of his taco. "Just about everyone has something to do with the mission of getting the planes off the ground, though."
Jane Foster	Don't look at Jane about flipping hair or posing after landing. She shakes her head, happy to listen while making short work of that taco, delicious as it is. A drink might be needed afterward, something that can wait when it comes to getting to know the new guy. "Cosmology and the cutting edge of quantum physics on the universal scale, if it matters. My expertise is generally the odd enough stuff that I get to peer at the mystery box and decipher what it does. You met Lorna Dane?" The word Genosha darkens her eyes for only a moment. Just that. Then she's back to smiling. "What happened with agents at the embassy, if that's something you can talk about?"
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would glance over at Tom for a moment thoughtfully and nod agreementw ith Jane, "Yeah. I didn't htink normally the FBI handled international diplomacy. They're only supposed to deal with domestic incidetns." Wasn't that more the sort of thing for the State Department to deal with?
Tom McCarthy	He can sense the shift in tone, even as brief as it was. "I did, yes. Apparently there was an incident after an opera, where two FBI agents arrived to apprehend a Genoshan citizen. Both of the agents and the citizen were acting out of sorts, where they were all answering in the same tone and words." He taps his chin. "Something was controling them - clearly they were out of their jurisdiction, but they were not driving, so to speak." "The controling affect was neutralized, and neither the agents nor the citizen knew what had happened. They were wholly unaware." "It was very strange - so far the leads point back to a specific eatery, the Mootown Milkshake."
Jane Foster	"Ms. Dane is or was a US citizen. I imagine that adds an additional layer of complication, though not so outside the reaches of imagination." Jane doesn't wade too deep into geopolitics, though obviously she knows enough of the risk to follow along with Mary Jane and Tom easily enough. "A /milkshake/ place?" Her eyebrows rise slightly when Tom mentions this. "Where they met, or potentially a cover for something else? Wouldn't be the first time that a psychoaffective compound was hidden in food or metabolised out of it. Though there could be a metahuman element operating there. Occam's Razor doesn't deal with the fine details so well in this case, does it?" she asks.
Tom McCarthy	"I'd suspect she falls into a weird nexus of being a dual-citzen, now royalty." Tom offers with a shrug. "Politics aren't really my thing, but I got the gist of the situation. She's got people watching the place, as does the FBI. So far, I'm still a bit out of the loop as to what was controling them - drug, tech or other." The taco fixings are pushed around on the plate with the remnants of a shell, before being scooped up for a bite. A look to Jane and a sigh. "I have to admit, metahumans and mutants and super-powered agents are a bit out of my realm of experience. I'm learning, though." A chuckle. "I've been doing some reading on mutants and studying Genosha."
Jane Foster	Jane breaks into a laugh, soft as it is. "That never becomes easier. Too many countries expect their citizens to follow laws contrary to ours, or they can require service that isn't easy to manage. Never mind being a monarch of a nation that were considered to be rapscallions, mercenaries, and scoundrels." The soft timbre of her voice carries contemplative weight, and she sits back slightly on the stool to correct her posture. "Believe me, when I came into this field... it wasn't what I expected. Hard enough to reconcile everything science tells us with evidence of something beyond our knowledge. It changed everything when I realized there were people who could walk on the clouds or... uh, Superman. Thor, of course." Because /everyone/ probably knows about her and Thor. "Genosha is a tricky place to study. The historical record wasn't kind until the last few years. It's transformed as a place, though its people went through a lot."
Tom McCarthy	"Yeah, and the odd swath of social media today - seems there are different minds going on. Everything I've read about the former history for Genosha, and yes - the days prior have been terrible. Everything I've seen as of recent, is that they are trying to become a better country. Maybe the trouble they've run through set them on a better course, a proper path." Tom posits. "Yeah, Superman, Thor... I'm stationed in a field office out in Gotham - there are no end of oddities out there." The Thor connection is not brought up - not wanting to pry. "Oddly enough, Lorna seems to be quite pleasant and wants to do better for the world as a whole." A shrug. "I'm just... it's like walking among gods and legends."
Jane Foster	"Different theories, different opinions. In one case it's a haven for pirates and another, a place where colonizers decimated the local population, transplanted different cultures, and abandoned the islands when they failed to produce anything worthwhile for the international market," Jane sighs. "It's unfortunate that we have to look at things through such a lens knowing what the more recent tragedies involved. I was on Genosha when it fell." A napkin called to hand allows her to clean her fingers off, running the paper over each digit to remove traces of meat, spice, and the occasional bit of lemon. "A conference, one of the many ways that the scientific community tried to improve its outreach and diversity rather than hosting among the big ten. Something that came with intentions to promote a stronger community, hearing voices that traditionally struggled to make headway. South Africa and India, in particular, have been making excellent breakthroughs in space science in various ways. The active participation of Indian Ocean nations is deemed critical for the next ten years." She shakes her head slightly, the memories weighing heavily enough, reflected in the softer volume lingering then. "I'm not trying to make my plight out to be worse than anyone else who suffered when the nation fell. It wasn't even a coup -- an extraterrestrial attack. The irony isn't lost on me. As for Ms. Dane, she had to stand in where her father, a very complicated man, wasn't present. It helps that her outlook seems not to be tempered too heavily or darkly."
Tom McCarthy	Tom sits back, thinking on it all. "There's so much to take in." He grins. "I am still used to getting a mission, being given the parameters and then getting in and out." He motions to the air, gesturing to nothing in particular. "All this that occurs out here, in the real world, is so much." Tom offers with a chuckle. "I am sorry you went through that situation, Jane. I am glad you made it out, however. Hopefully it doesn't weigh on you too much - Lord knows I understand how those memories of bad situations can drag a person down."
Jane Foster	"One bit at a time. Good friend of mine said never try to drink the ocean. That's about on par for here. You run a mission or two, it helps to establish a place." Jane gestures to the other agents coming and going, the bar a quiet place. "You get in and out. That's the same principle. It's the scores and the people you handle afterward. But Jemma /did/ promise that we wouldn't entirely have to talk shop and I mean to hold to that, Mr. McCarthy. I have work to do in the next few hours. Astrophysicists and night, as you might expect, have a fabled relationship and only so many hours." She breaks into another smile. "Don't worry about me too much. The psych tank around here is pretty solid as a job perk. It was two years ago and here we are, still waxing philosophical. Thank you though. Welcome to the agency and here's to good missions ahead. Have a good night, will you?"