Owner	Pose
Tony Masters	In her search for work, Felicity was given a number to contact. A name wasn't given. And one wasnt given when she actually called the number either. However, the person indicated they're certainly able to find work for her, assuming she has marketable skills of some sort. She was told he'd be in contact, and a few days later, she received a call at close to midnight. Telling her to go to a certain address, and then take the elevator to the top floor and go into a particular room. When she arrives there, she'll find that that it's an office building. One that looks like it's closed, though there's a light on in the lobby and the door is unlocked. She'll see nobody else as she makes her way through the building. The elevator ride is marked by the typical bland music piped through the speaker, and then she'll reach the top floor. The room in question seems to be a conference room at the end of the hall. When she enters, she'll find it's mostly dark, with lights illuminating the chairs at either end of the table. One is turned towards the window out over the city skyline, whoever is in it not visible. "Have a seat." The voice is male, and has a slightly robotic quality to it. She'll be given time to settle in, then the chair turns. There's a man in white armor and a hood, a skull mask over his face and yellow eyes. Well, yellow lenses at least. His actual face can't be seen in any way. "Hello, Ms. Felix. So. You're looking for work, as I understand it." His stance is relaxed, head resting on one hand as he slouches in his chair.
Felicity Felix	First, the elevator motor began to rumble, and the dim lights set up at either end of the table began to flicker. Outside, the starry night quickly turns cloudy, and thunder mumbles in the distance. The lights at the table briefly go out, but within ten seconds flicker uncertainly back on, one at a time. The elevator dings at the end of the hall, and the clacking of high heels can be heard. Then lightning strikes the spire of the building directly across the street and there is a thunderous crash. From behind. The clacking of heels gets louder and louder, and finally the door opens. She's here. "I...I think the elevator just broke!" Trotting in with a light bounce of her tightly-buttoned black blouse, a woman in a pleated skirt, dark stockings, black pin-heels, and a white blouse is clutching a briefcase protectively before her, looking over her shoulder. The lights flicker again when he turns to face her, and her eyes go instantly wide. "Oh wow, you're in costume! Are you a--" Skull mask. "Um." Her eyes track around the hood, the armor. "...Oh." She slumps a bit, looking deflated. "Oh."
Tony Masters	The odd occurances with the lights and elevator are noted by Tasmkaster, as is the nearby lightning strike. He tilts his head slightly as he considers her response to his appearance. "Hmm. I'm going to guess that whoever put you in contact with me neglected to give you any details then." He sounds more amused by this than anything. He motions at the other illuminated chair once more. "As I said, Ms. Felix. Have a seat." He'll wait until she complies with his request, then continues. "As I understand it, until recently you worked at Wayne Enterprises. Looking into this, I noticed that your time there was marked by an unusual number of mysterious disasters. Even for Wayne Enterprises." He glances at the elevator behind her. "Do you have any particular explanation for why that might be?" He might dress like a supervillain, but at least he's not threatening her so far? Unless she's been involved with the underworld to this point, there's a decent chance she doesn't recognize him.
Felicity Felix	Felicity takes a seat, smoothing her skirt under her as she does so. She looks noticably uncomfortable, however, when the 'mysterious disasters' are brought up, turning her eyes to the side. "That's... Those weren't my fault. There was an investigation." She frowns a bit, slowly turning her eyes back to him without turning her head much. "I...I have a resume. And a CV. References..." She sets her briefcase on the table and opens it, taking out a small stack of papers. "Um, should I bring these to you, or...?" Lightning smashes into the spire of the adjacent building again, making her jump in her clothes a bit, eyes wide and clearly terrified.
Tony Masters	Taskmaster doesn't visibly respond to the lightning strike. Just observes her for a time more. Finally, he raises to his feet. He's on the tall side, but not monstrously so. He walks around the table down to where she sits. A clear thump from his boots with each step. Drawing up beside her. "Mmhmm. Clearly not your fault. How could you make a meteor fall on a building? Still. That's a considerable string of bad luck for you. I wonder. How long would you say it's been going on?" He picks up the stack of papers in a gloved hand, and begins to casually shuffle through them, quickly reading each. He circles behind her as he does, moving out of her field of view. She can still hear the rustling of the papers as he reads. He sounds quite close behind her. The shuffling pauses. Then suddenly his voice comes close to one ear. "I will say. Bad luck aside, everything I've heard about you makes it sound as though you are quite skilled at your work. Though there's a problem, if you decide to try and pursue more... legitimate work in the future." He appears on her left now, placing the papers on the table again. "You see. It seems as though Wayne Enterprises has blacklisted you. Passed the word around that you're a liability. I fear this will limit your options." It was a lie of course. Well, maybe Wanye Enterprises had done such a thing. He just didn't bother to actually find out.
Felicity Felix	"Meteorite," she corrects quietly. She's wearing a black tie that's unevenly fitted at her throat, and she turns her head a bit now and then to try to see him without making it super obvious that she's doing so. The resume is very good. The CV is very good. The References are actually just a printout of her Facebook page and an attempted screenshot of a Doom (2016) level. "Everyone has back luck now and then. I mean, how many times has Namor thrown a tank through a building, or had their house flattened by the Hulk?" She frowns, hands clasped on her lap under the table. "Stuff just happens." When he whispers close to her ear, she jumps in her seat with an, eek. "Could you not do that...?" But then he lays down the fake bombshell about Wayne Enterprises and her eyes go wide. "What?! Why?! They gave me a car! They said they were sorry to see me go!"
Tony Masters	"Well. I suppose they didn't want to appear too openly harsh to you. That could harm their reputation after all." Taskmaster continues his way around the table back to his seat, settling into it again. "But, there are those who care more about skill than anything else. I think that there's a good chance I can find you a new employer. One that will pay quite well, even. Though it might take some time." He leans forward in his seat, resting on his forearms. "But you'll have to be... flexible, in who you're willing to work for. Do you think you can do that, Felicity?"
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix frowns. She's silent for a long while, before finally answering quietly, "So... Do supervillains have engineering labs? Or need project managers?" She's still frowning, but she's also still listening. "I mean, you're wearing a skull mask and look like you should be fighting Thor. It's not hard to guess at what you mean."
Tony Masters	Takmaster lets his head fall back and laughs. "Supervillains. I guess that's a possibility. And... it depends. There are organizations that are focused on science, like AIM. There are also particularly powerful individuals who often develop technology on their own. Whether directly, or through hired underlings. As I said, it might take some time to find suitabl potential employers. It depends on who's hiring." That blank skull face turns back towards her. He's probably studying her. "Do you have any strong... idealogical viewpoints that might clssh with an employer? For instance, many people are uncomfortable with the idea of working for Hydra."
Felicity Felix	Ms. Felix winces and asks sheepishly, "So...which one is Hydra again? And doesn't AIM just make frog-rays for a giant head? I don't really..." She waggles a hand, "Keep up on them all." She ohs with a flash of inspiration, "I'd really like to work for Stark Industries, though! If...if that's possible." She sinks back down into the chair. Then the lights and the air conditioning go out as the building loses power. "Um..."
Tony Masters	"Hydra are the ones in green. Originally Nazis. Particularly dislike Captain America. I can't say I like them very much myself, but I try not to discriminate with my services. Advanced Ideas Mechanics works on many different things, though whether they work for a giant head varies. There are at times multiple factions as well." Takmaster leans back in his seat, pausing when the lights go out. "...I'll see what I can do, but they don't usually partake of my services in procuring new employees. I would-" And then abruptly the base of the chair he's in gives way, and he's dumped onto his back. He layes there for a few moments, staring at the ceiling. "...I'll be in contact with you once I find something solid." His words are tightly controlled. It's possibly he's holding back some anger. She's a client after all. "I'll note. My services aren't free. We can work out payment once things have advanced more." Then he climbs to his feet, brushing himself off. "I think you know the way out. I suppose you'll be taking the stairs, if the elevator is broken."
Felicity Felix	"Oh my god, are you okay?!" She is moving, trips over a chair, and stumbles around. When Taskmaster gets to his feet, however, just after saying she owes him payment, she says in the dark, "What?!" And lighting *CRASHES* into the streets below. Crossing longways directly behind Felicity's silhouette through the huge pane glass windows behind, she is briefly a perfectly black shape in front of a wall of sun-bright white. Then the power comes back on and she looks just a little indignant, folding her arms, "Your agent said *nothing* about this being a paid job search. I just sold my *car* to cover rent."
Tony Masters	Taskmaster just looks at the woman. "Like I said. We can discuss payment later." He begins to walk past her towards the door out of the conference room. "Expect to hear from me soon, Ms. Felix." It seems he's done with the interview for now. He may be leaving before he ends up spontaenously having a heart attack or something, however. You never know.
Felicity Felix	The tapping of heels and she's trotting along behind him, just off to the side a bit. Her briefcase is still on the table, though.