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nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-19 03:28 pm
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So True of Aim With His Marshmallow Laser
Jay had less of his senior year in front of him than he thought. He was behind on his senior year job shadowing. Most of his fellow students on the rez had access to all the Keewazi technology businesses and labs to do theirs in. He was in New York City and had fewer options.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
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Something about that smile made him shift a little from foot to foot.
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Lena reached into her purse and retrieved her phone. She held it up to her ear, nodding and smiling.
"Yes... yes... oh, really?" She giggled. "Very well. I shall get right on it. After I show this nice young man in the lobby to his destination, of course. Of course. Ta."
She slipped the phone back into her bag. "So sorry. One of my father's old acquaintances owns this building, and Daddy is thinking about leasing some space here. Direct Geo is in the basement."
She turned around and placed her palm against the glass panel. The elevator doors slid open.
"I'll show you to it. The directory system in this place is frightfully difficult to manage sometimes."
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"Oh. Okay. Thanks." A scientific place in the basement that was hard to get to. Sometimes he wondered about scientists.
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"So, are you applying for a job with Direct Geo, then? Perhaps an internship?" She chattered away, so friendly and disarming. "Geology must be so interesting. Daddy is a geneticist, so I'm more used to all that. Oh, and here we are!"
The doors slid open, revealing a hallway. The decor here was almost the polar opposite of the lobby, in every way but the obvious expense. The walls were dark wood, lined with lush green plants and what appeared to be original oil paintings, or at least very good reproductions.
"I do so love what Iggy's done with this place. She decorated it, you know. She gets so cranky when she's nothing to do, and she doesn't care for the lobby. Too... hm. Too reflective for her, I think. She's not much for mirrors these days."
Lena started down the hall, then glanced back at Jay, smiling fetchingly.
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Jay looked into the hallway like he was walking into another dimension. He stepped into the plush hallway.
"Yeah. Different decorating styles for sure." He sped up a bit to catch up with his guide. "Not much for mirrors? The designer a vampire or something?"
He tried to remember if he had his phone programed with one of the Strange numbers.
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She laughed, then placed her hand on yet another flat glass panel, this one next to a heavy, ornately carved wooden door. The door swung open, and inside was another dark paneled room, this one filled with strangely archaic looking furniture and medical equipment. A man of medium height, with dark hair, is standing in front of the desk, with his back to the door. He turns around slowly and smiles...
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Then she set to work on the trickier, autonomic portions of his brain. She disconnected his limbic system from his endocrine system and adrenals, because it just wouldn't do to have a full blown Hulk crashing around, now would it? The she shut down the part of his brain stem that controlled his breathing.
She giggled. "Oops. sorry about that."
She reactivated it.
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He walked forward, bent down, and gently cupped Jay's chin in one hand.
"Oh Fortune, like the moon, thou art changeable, ever waxing and waning... I bet you're wondering how this happened, aren't you, boy? I'd love to take credit, but you just fell into my lap once again. I just could not believe my luck when I saw what was on the closed circuit camera feed from the lobby. Oh, didn't my old associate Mr. Essex's lovely daughter tell you? I own this entire building, yes, I do. I don't mind telling you, it cost me a fortune to undo the damage you did to me the last time... a fortune. But it's ok now. You're going to have the chance to make it up to me."
Dr. Green turned away.
"Take him to the lab."
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He wanted desperately to do something. Punch Dr. Green in his face and run away. All he could managed was a huffed breath and widened eyes.