Log:Omega Recruitment

Omega Recruitment 2019/02/22 Technomorph Artemis Talia Si 2

CBSU campus is a known area where young folks hang out. Or at least the neighborhood around it. Alexandra Santini finds herself exploring the campus area. She's kinda grousing about it as... she never went to college herself. She went from high school to the army. Into her comm, she mutters, "God. Tell me I never acted like these kids."

But Rousseau just laughs and shakes her head. "No. From all reports, you were worse. Now. Colony Apartments, apartment twelve. If you would."

And Alexandra just nods, "So be it." she remarks before turning into the complex courtyard and approaching the designated door. Along the way, she says to Artemis, "The young woman who lives here has been listed multiple times as filing witness reports at the scene of the same superhero. One Sinmore. We are going to inquire as to whether she can reach out to the heroine or not." Then... once at the door, she lifts a hand and raps her knuckles against the door twice. She's not in costume, merely dressed in a pair of jeans and a mandarin collar longsleeve cotton shirt. It is a simple look. But her prosthetic hand is visible. Being mildly artificial looking yet fully articulated.

Sid enters from MagLev System.

Artemis nods as she listens, looking at all the young college students curiously. None of them look to be training in the art of battle. She thought this was a place of learning! But she was also warned these were powerless kids, so she came incognito, dressed as a mild-mannered personal assistant. Her red hair is tied up in a bun, and she even has black rimmed glasses for her "disguise". It's finished with a white blouse and black pencil skirt and high heels that bring her full height to six foot seven.

"At least you have a lead on this Sinmore woman," Artemis comments.

Sid Viscous - a name earned after his first couple of visits to the Community Center, and one he happily took on as a badge of courage once he dared to get back out into the world with the normies.

One such normie is Gary from his Advanced Chemistry course who happens to live in the same building as Talia. He's heading away from there now, bundled up aginst the cool winter weather. He steps down the stairs with a bundle of books in a plastic bag.

He drops a waterproof reader and his arm streeeeeetches out unnaturally to grab it.

There is no immediate answer to Alexandra's rapping upon Talia's apartment door.

Assuming one knocks on the door again, it might be surprising to hear a voice coming from behind the well-disguised Artemis. Talia's head peeks out from behind one of Artemis' arms, copper-hued eyebrows raised as Talia inquires, "Can I help you?"

Carefully, Talia shuffles out from behind the enormous Artemis. She's carrying three rather large recyclable grocery bags. Talia is dressed professionally in a plain black skirt and a particularly - for lack of a better word - fluffy violet blouse, there's a black blazer over top and a pair of black leather calf-high boots on her feet.

Idly Talia offers a smile and a wave in Sid's direction as she notices the unnaturally stretchy arm at the edge of her vision. Sid's not an unfamiliar face in the off-campus apartment building.

Talia gets a friendly wave from Sid, who then immediatelt pushes his sliding beanie up his forehead as his gooey flesh slips and slides.

He grins, or his version of it at least- his cheecks puffed out to reveal his teeth and far too much jawline.

He juggles his items about before managing to get his reader into a coat pocket. He turns to help Talia get into her place since her hands are clearly full because he's just the friedly sort who would do that for anyone and often does such things between here, the the campus and his precious community center on the Upper East Side.

He heads over with a visible bounce in his step.

Growing frustrated, Alexandra asks into her comm, "Do we think that this young woman is home?" But then she knocks again. But when Talia's voice comes from behind Artemis, she turns and regards the young lady. "Oh. Hello there. Would you be Ms. Sintergaard by any chance?" she asks. And assuming that is confirmed, she plucks a business card from a pocket and offers it. "I am Alexandra Santini and this is my coworker..." she gestures to Artemis and adds, "Althea Constantine. We are representatives of NashCo. My employer was hoping that you might be able to help provide us with some information or otherwise assist us in reaching out to someone we think that you may be familiar with. A superheroine who goes by the name of Sinmore."

Artemis lets Alexandra do the talking. She's still not too familiar with NashCo. She offers a friendly, professional style while Alexandra does this pitch. Her eyes wander to Sid and her smile falters momentarily in surprise before returning to full force.

"That's me," confirms Talia, offering a smile and a bob of her head to Sid as he bounces on over from the stairwell.

"Thanks for the help," adds Talia once Sid gets in range to help with the juggling routine that is getting into Talia's apartment. Somehow Talia manages to get the business card in hand while passing off groceries to Sid (and Artemis???) so that Talia can use her key fob to open the door.

"Um. What does NashCo want with a fire giant?" inquires Talia, one eyebrow still quirked as she twists around to face the others, using her back to force the door open while she tries to re-collect her groceries from the people upon whom they've been foisted.

Artemis accepts any bags foisted on her, not expecting it initially. It's the least she can do.

Sid's gelatenous arms slide between bags easily, and his waterproof coat works both ways so no mess! "Its no problem at all." Sid says with a smile, pausing only after hearing a few peices of the conversation they're having.

He tries not to look intrigued but is no actor.

"Fire Giant." says Alexandra. "Well, that does explain a few things. But.. Ms. Nash is assembling a team of metahumans. She has asked me to help track down this Sinmore as a potential recruit."

She smiles and glances to Sid with a nod of greeting before she adds, "Just in case you are trying to look out for a friend. We have no nefarious designs on Sinmore. We are hoping to offer her a position is all."

But then she does a doubletake at Sid.. her eyes almost bugging out. Is that... is the arm?... huh? She looks ocnfused all of a sudden.

"Maybe you should offer me a job," suggests Talia, smiling cheerily as she props the door to her apartment open with her butt.

"I mean, clearly I'm a better researcher than whoever your boss has right now."

Talia slowly backs into the cramped little apartment, keeping the door propped open with the toe of her boot. She bobs her head, gesturing everyone inside while making an expressive shrug to demonstrate her arms being totally full of groceries again.

"C'mon inside. Hang out a few minutes. Give me a slightly more thorough run down of things. Let me get my groceries put away."

"A fire giant? Whoo-boy. I bet she weighs Jotun." Sid says, noticing Alexandra's doubletake. He uses his (often bad) humor as a defensive technique.

He comes inside, wondering why a corporation is looking for metahumans- it might be something to warn the others at the Community Center about- especially with the 'Reapers' (name for some Righteous Fury agents who have been spooking low power metas in the group) stalking about again.

He tries not to look out of place.

Artemis almost ducks down as she enters, searching for the kitchen and wherever Talia leads. Proving that Sid's joke is bad, Althea doesn't laugh, but really it's because she's unfamiliar with Jotun lore. "I bet she does," she says so deadpan that the joke clearly was missed.

Watching everyone else head inside, Alexandra continues to stare. Then she shakes her head like she's trying to clear it of cobwebs. But then she steps inside, "The research led us to you." she says to Talia as she gently closes the door. She is facing the door as she does so, and uses that time to recover her outward cool. Then she turns back to face Talia.

"Would you be able to assist us in reaching out to this Sinmore? We figured she may be interested in joining a new team that we are putting together. Perhaps she might also know others who may have some interest also."

Talia snorts at Sid's joke, leading Artemis over to the kitchen area. It has precisely enough counter space to make a sandwich and Talia sets her bags down on the floor for the moment, moving to start acquiring supplies from the bag(s) in Artemis' arms. She looks over at Alexandra curiously, listening while considering the information presented.

"Why would Sinmore - who weighs about 8 tons, by the way - be interested in joining some corporation's team of metahumans? I mean, she seems to like saving historical artifacts and breaking up robberies. What kind of sales pitch are you going to throw at her to try to get her on a team, much less a corporate sponsored team?"

All Sid needed was to make someone laugh, and he's back to feeling (relatively) comfortable again. Well as comfortable as anyone listening to a pitch for a corporate team of metahumans.

Sid has sooooooo many questions, but he's trying to just be a fly on the wall. A ooey-gooey, cyan fly that actually would prefer to be clung to the ceiling or at the bottom of a pool of water than be here right now- but that's for another time. For now, he has to make sure his friends aren't in any additional danger. 'Freaks look out for freaks' afterall.

Lifting a brow, Alexandra looks to Artemis and shrugs her shoulders, "Well, my task is to locate her. But if you want to pass a message along to her, you are welcome to tell her that being corporate sponsored does not mean that the team will be corporate answerable or directed by management." She pauses and adds, "Either way, working with a team of likeminded individuals can be rewarding. More to the point.. a team that is committed to supporting her ideals as well as the comradery of a real team. Ms. Nash has no interest in trying to control things. She truly wants the team to be its own entity."

"Perhaps the corporate backing for heroic activities would allow her to save more artifacts, and to have someone at their back when breaking up robberies," Althea suggests as she watches Talia fish items out of the bag she diligently holds. "It's more like...having an umbrella company to deal with damages and...what is the word? Incidentals?" Her smile brightens. "And they will cover the costs of the pizzas." She may be totally wrong about that, but that is what she expects.

Sid nods at a few of those points and mulls over others thoughtfully. He can speak of the benefits of comraderie ad naseum thanks to his time with his support group- but he's not quite sure this is the place to speak up. He's lucky to have stumbled into this little meeting in the first place.

Sid double-takes. "Woah- pizzas? That's a huge upgrade from donuts. Ms. Nash doesn't happen to have an interest in sponsoring a metahuman support group?" He asks hopefully. "Not that Charley's donuts aren't great." He adds.

"The thing is," replies Talia, busily unpacking and storing groceries from Artemis' arms, "I'm just trying to figure this whole thing out."

Wait. Has Talia always been as tall as Artemis? Everyone is pretty sure that Talia was sub-five-and-a-half-feet tall just a few moments ago. She's now a bit over two meters tall like Artemis. Talia finishes by collecting the reuseable bag(s) from Artemis and efficiently folding them up while she shifts her gaze around the room slowly.

"Because it sounds a little weird to me. Although I would definitely welcome corporate sponsored pizza. Superheroing is hungry work."

"Oooohhhhhh," Artemis smiles knowingly as Talia suddenly grows to a matching height. She's at least not THAT dense. "Well, then. The pitch is weird, yes. Especially because there is yet no deeds or team to speak of."

Smirking a bit, Alexandra inclines her head, "Well. That simplifies things. I am not the sales pitch person. I am just the one here to try to at least convince you to come down to the office and meet my employer. She is much better at explaining all of this. But.." She shrugs and adds, "Everyone assumes that the CEO of a company is interested in nothing but profit. Ms. Nash is a real philanthropist. She makes enough profit elsewhere to run many things at a loss and not worry about it. For example..." she lifts her right hand, showing the prosthetic she wears, "She gives free prosthetics to wounded veterans like me. No catch. I -offered- to come work for her. She did not try to leverage me into it."

Well, he tried. No one can hold it against him- but of course, no one can be expected to just hand out free pizza to the first jello mold asking for sponsorship for some 'support group' for 'metahumans'.

He's just about to slink his way out when Talia outs herself and comes eye to eye with Artemis.

Sid's eyes bug out, even for him. "Woah." He says simply, before turning his eyes to Alexandra's prostetics. "That's actually... pretty admirable. Not that anyone asked me." He adds.

Talia smiles politely at Sid's interruption and looks back at Alexandra.

"Well, I mean. If your boss is so compassionate, maybe she could add an invite for Sid?"

When Sid reacts, Alexandra recovers a bit herself. She doubletakes his way again. Almost like Talia's transformation made her forget he was there. "Sir." she says his way, "Do you have a moment yourself? I cannot help but notice... you have some rather... interesting qualities yourself."

Then she hears Talia's comments and looks back her way, lifting a brow. "I did ask if you had anyone you might recommend, did I not?" she asks with a smirk.

"The more the merrier!" Althea chimes, enthusiastic at the prospect of both joining them.

Sid looks surprised at that Talia slipping her foot in door and getting him an invite too. He grins in that staypuft way of hisat her and then at Alexandra for actually asking him along.

"Umm- well, sure. I mean... I was hoping to get into a nice bath. Make myself into a stew." He chuckles a bit though doesn't make it clear whether he's joking or not. "But yeah- I'd love to come along." He nods.

"Saying something isn't the same as doing something," replies Talia, tone dry.

She purses her lips a little bit, setting her reuseable bags down on the counter, now neatly folded, before she starts unpacking her other groceries and putting them away. Gosh, how much food does one petite, muscle-bound woman that turns into a fire giant actually need?

"Let me finish putting this stuff away and then I'll be all set to head out for the interview? Dress rehearsal? What are we calling this next step?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Alexandra smiles, "How about we call it... a conversation with a bit of showing off?" But she pauses and inclines her head. "But since we are sharing... there is a -bit- more to the whole fake hand thing." And the silvery metal flows out from her hand and covers her whole body. "I go by Technomorph."

Shifting her gaze between everyone else in her apartment, Talia slowly and uneasily inquires, "That's not... That's not the team uniform is it? I'm not sure I can guarantee the safety of a costume quite that... Tight."

"Ooooh! You goo too!" Sid says in surprise at Technomorph's shifting. He looks to Artemis expectantly.

"Oh. We're doing this here?" Althea asks, not expecting to reveal her secret identity, such as it is. It's a tentative secret. She smiles at Sid's expectant look. "I don't change quite like that. I go by Artemis here. But call me Althea while I am dressed plainly."

"No. I don't goo too technically. It's programmable matter." offers Technomorph with a shake of her head. Then she looks to Talia and chuckles, "No, we don't have a uniform, unless the team wants to design one. We also have no name yet. That is up to the team to decide. But.. we can adjourn to the office whenever you are all ready."

"Ooooh." Sid says. "That sounds... interesting. I suppose all the more reason to see this office of yours. Maybe you guys have a chemistry lab worth its NaCl." He raises his eyebrows- well the goo that used to be his eyebrows.

Artemis is still left holding the bag of emptied groceries. "That's what?" she asks Sid uncomprehendingly.

"Sodium chloride. Salt." Sid replies. "Just a bad chemistry joke." He says with a chuckle.

Althea stares blankly even after Sid says salt. The pause is much to long before she finally laughs boisterously. "Ah HAH! Yes!"