7/30/12 - Janet, Vision
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aa_waspDoesn't have time to monitor him... I swear, Hank Pym, you are a menace. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with you.
=NYC= Labs - Shield HQ - Midtown
Perhaps the shiniest area of headquarters, the labs here at Shield HQ are top of the line. There are a multitude of them for different scientific areas, both hard and soft, and are often staffed by various SHIELD scientists doing their country proud.
Nominally, Vision's workspace is in one of SHIELD's engineering labs, but he is often in transit, and he can quite literally work as he walks. Whether he is working at the moment, however, is harder to judge. He is walking the hall very slowly, his right side almost flush with the wall. He is wearing a generic well-tailored suit, and some shiny black attempt at a fedora with a pheasant feather sticking out of the band. His left hand (gloved black) is tucked behind his back, while his right hand is holding open a romance novel. It is called "Alien Love" and has an image of a green-clad blond woman embracing a grey-skinned man with your traditional giant cranium and eyes. Verily, the red-and-green skinned robot appears to be reading. Perhaps he is on break.
"Hi, Robbie." Janet's heeled footsteps carry her past the android and down the hall, almost out of range before she stops with an exaggerated double-take and turns back to look behind her, her face a mask of horrified incredulousness. "Robert! What are you-- Has anyone seen-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she says shrilly, turning and hurriedly retracing her steps. The book in his hand gets barely a second loo, but his clothes-- his clothes are too much for her.
Vision turns. He lowers his book, but his black-gloved thumb remains where it is, marking his place. He regards Janet with unblinking black, faintly reflective eyes. "Hello, Janet," he says, in that recording-of-a-recording, inflectionless voice of his. "I am conducting research. How are you?"
Janet glances around the hallway and reaches for his arm, intending to pull him along with her. "You know what I mean! You shouldn't be out wandering around!" she insists, digging her heels into the ground as she pulls on his arm and he goes no where. "And where did you get those clothes? You look like a mobster-movie runaway..."
Vision adjusts the cant at his head to observe Janet's grip on his arm and her general determination. Even if he does stay planted. "Doctor Pym has emancipated me," he informs her. "I am now an employee of SHIELD and can acquire clothes. I liked this hat," he appends.
Janet gapes up at him as she hangs off his arm. "He what?"
"We went for a ride, then he sent me out into the world with SHIELD's address, a coat, a hat, and a pair of boxers," Vision relates as if this were a shopping list. "He lacks the time to continue to monitor me."
Janet blinks, then slowly settles her feet into place and releases Vision's arm, her face crumpling into an expression of dismay. "Robbie! That's terrible!" Going from tugging on to trying to smooth out his sleeve, she is suddenly all concern and worry. "It's just like Hank once he's lost interest. Are you alright? Do you-- wait. Did you say you're an employee?" She continues to baffle up at him, two steps behind the conversation.
Vision moves to pat at Janet's smoothing hand with his opposing gloved one. He barely touches her. It is more pantomime than proper gesture. "It is all right. Doctor Pym was attempting to acquire a result in me that he did not. Director Fury has more use for my skills. As of, ah, last week."
"Well... if you say so," Janet says dubiously, moving on from his wellbeing to his clothing choice now that the former has been (somewhat) affirmed. "But no one wears hats like that any more."
Vision withdraws his hand, tucking it back behind his back as his other hand remains thumb-in book. He cants his head. "They do not?"
Janet scrunches her face up and takes a step back, her hands finding her hips and perching there while she considers the over all effect. "Not unless they're in costume or gangsters," she replies, lips twisting.
"Oh." Vision's head retains the cant. He reaches up, removing the hat, exposing his bald green scalp. "I am attempting to find clothing which will draw attention away from my construction. Perhaps you can help?"
Janet reaches up and plucks the hat from his hand to return it to its place. "In that case..." she says with a tease and a broad grin that expands into delight at the question. "Yes!"
Vision inclines his head beneath the hat. "Excellent," he says. "I will have to ask you to accompany me at some later date."
He raises his romance novel slightly. "I have research to complete."
Janet's mouth drops open as the nature of his research becomes clear, but there are just some things a girl does not want to know about. She nods and steps back, turning to head back in the direction she had been heading with just a single, puzzled glance over her shoulder as they part.
*sniff* They grow up so quickly.
=NYC= Labs - Shield HQ - Midtown
Perhaps the shiniest area of headquarters, the labs here at Shield HQ are top of the line. There are a multitude of them for different scientific areas, both hard and soft, and are often staffed by various SHIELD scientists doing their country proud.
Nominally, Vision's workspace is in one of SHIELD's engineering labs, but he is often in transit, and he can quite literally work as he walks. Whether he is working at the moment, however, is harder to judge. He is walking the hall very slowly, his right side almost flush with the wall. He is wearing a generic well-tailored suit, and some shiny black attempt at a fedora with a pheasant feather sticking out of the band. His left hand (gloved black) is tucked behind his back, while his right hand is holding open a romance novel. It is called "Alien Love" and has an image of a green-clad blond woman embracing a grey-skinned man with your traditional giant cranium and eyes. Verily, the red-and-green skinned robot appears to be reading. Perhaps he is on break.
"Hi, Robbie." Janet's heeled footsteps carry her past the android and down the hall, almost out of range before she stops with an exaggerated double-take and turns back to look behind her, her face a mask of horrified incredulousness. "Robert! What are you-- Has anyone seen-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she says shrilly, turning and hurriedly retracing her steps. The book in his hand gets barely a second loo, but his clothes-- his clothes are too much for her.
Vision turns. He lowers his book, but his black-gloved thumb remains where it is, marking his place. He regards Janet with unblinking black, faintly reflective eyes. "Hello, Janet," he says, in that recording-of-a-recording, inflectionless voice of his. "I am conducting research. How are you?"
Janet glances around the hallway and reaches for his arm, intending to pull him along with her. "You know what I mean! You shouldn't be out wandering around!" she insists, digging her heels into the ground as she pulls on his arm and he goes no where. "And where did you get those clothes? You look like a mobster-movie runaway..."
Vision adjusts the cant at his head to observe Janet's grip on his arm and her general determination. Even if he does stay planted. "Doctor Pym has emancipated me," he informs her. "I am now an employee of SHIELD and can acquire clothes. I liked this hat," he appends.
Janet gapes up at him as she hangs off his arm. "He what?"
"We went for a ride, then he sent me out into the world with SHIELD's address, a coat, a hat, and a pair of boxers," Vision relates as if this were a shopping list. "He lacks the time to continue to monitor me."
Janet blinks, then slowly settles her feet into place and releases Vision's arm, her face crumpling into an expression of dismay. "Robbie! That's terrible!" Going from tugging on to trying to smooth out his sleeve, she is suddenly all concern and worry. "It's just like Hank once he's lost interest. Are you alright? Do you-- wait. Did you say you're an employee?" She continues to baffle up at him, two steps behind the conversation.
Vision moves to pat at Janet's smoothing hand with his opposing gloved one. He barely touches her. It is more pantomime than proper gesture. "It is all right. Doctor Pym was attempting to acquire a result in me that he did not. Director Fury has more use for my skills. As of, ah, last week."
"Well... if you say so," Janet says dubiously, moving on from his wellbeing to his clothing choice now that the former has been (somewhat) affirmed. "But no one wears hats like that any more."
Vision withdraws his hand, tucking it back behind his back as his other hand remains thumb-in book. He cants his head. "They do not?"
Janet scrunches her face up and takes a step back, her hands finding her hips and perching there while she considers the over all effect. "Not unless they're in costume or gangsters," she replies, lips twisting.
"Oh." Vision's head retains the cant. He reaches up, removing the hat, exposing his bald green scalp. "I am attempting to find clothing which will draw attention away from my construction. Perhaps you can help?"
Janet reaches up and plucks the hat from his hand to return it to its place. "In that case..." she says with a tease and a broad grin that expands into delight at the question. "Yes!"
Vision inclines his head beneath the hat. "Excellent," he says. "I will have to ask you to accompany me at some later date."
He raises his romance novel slightly. "I have research to complete."
Janet's mouth drops open as the nature of his research becomes clear, but there are just some things a girl does not want to know about. She nods and steps back, turning to head back in the direction she had been heading with just a single, puzzled glance over her shoulder as they part.
*sniff* They grow up so quickly.