Secret of the Ooze

April 09, 2017:

Logan and Darcy enjoy the show as the tech boys and girls decide to do a little unauthorised remodelling

The Triskelion - New York City

The Headquarters, Armoury and Fortress of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division are, for the most part, an unassailable tower in the midst of the diplomatic sprawl that is Midtown East. The primary intelligence clearing houses and most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior leadership are all housed hear, along with a veritable army of agents and staff to keep the place running, the world spinning and the weirdness at bay.

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Fade In…

Logan is hunched over, sitting on the balls of his feet, looking at something on the floor. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a simple ball point pen, a Bic by the look of it, and brushes it against the stuff on the floor… that ate through the floor. Whatever the green ooze is, it's highly acidic, having eaten through the ceiling above, and the floor below. Soon, it began to eat through his pen, and he dropped it down the hole. While still hunched over, he looked around, "there a… scientist type around?" He really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. He was able to handle many things, but some kind of acid eating through the building was not among them.


Making her way through the halls, on her way back to her office after a meeting with a department head about potential misappropriation of office supplies, Darcy takes a double take as she passes one of the side hallways. There was a crouched Logan. "What's up?" she asks, detouring to go see what he was looking at. The green acidic ooze was new. "ew… who f***ing sneezed man? Gross!"


"Beats me," Logan said as he stood up carefully. He didn't want to touch the ooze, whatever it was. If it ate through ceilings and floors, there was no telling what it would do to Canadian mutants. He'd probably recover from it, but why risk it in this situation. "Probably a science experiment that run amuck. The boys and girls upstairs love to mess with this kind o' stuff." He reached up and rubbed his forehead. One of these days, the scientists were going to unleash a plague that even he wouldn't survive. It wasn't so much a matter of if, but when. In the meantime, he offered her a half smile, "How ya been, Darcy?"


"Research and Development," Darcy shook her head while glancing up through the hole, and then started on a carefully worded email to the containment department, complete with a photo attachment. "I've been ok. Busy but that's the nature of the thing; and you?" she asked as she typed smoothly on the touch screen of her tablet.


"Thing's have been a bit quiet for me. It's been kind of nice to have the down time. Though, saying that means things are about to get complicated again. It's how it goes." Gesturing with a thumb towards the hole, he asked, "is this sort of thing typical around here?" And he thought it was weird at the Xavier Institute. If this is normal for S.H.I.E.L.D., maybe it was time to start looking for another organisation. He seemed to collect them.


With a rueful smirk, Darcy nods her head to acknowledge the wisdom of needing to knock in wood to avoid a jinxing. "Saw dust counts," Darcy quips as she lightly taps the knuckles of her fist to her hairline, as if knocking on her own head. She wraps up by kissing her knuckles, all in one smooth fluid motion. "Sometimes?" is the response as her green eye flick to the acid puddle.

"It's less that this particular thing is normal and more that working with W.A.N.D. among other departments here inflicts a level of 'Just a Tuesday' on a certain level of Weird Ass Shit around here…. hmm… weird ass… something… department. " Darcy pauses for a brief moment of thought before chuckling. "Who said S.H.I.E.L.D. types don't have a f***ing sense of humour? Ha!"


"I suppose they could always put that stuff in Fury's coffee, or maybe they're working on a way to loosen up May," he quips with a half smile. And then he senses it. He doesn't see it, but he can smell and hear it. Moving back, he stretches out an arm, and gently forces Darcy to take a few steps out of the way. More the ooze seems to seep from the ceiling, making that hole larger, and the one below will soon follow suit. Looking at it eats away at the floor, he remarks, "whatever that gunk is, it works fast."


There's a very mischievous snicker from Darcy, sharing a moment of mirth at the expense of superiors. But then Logan is doing that driver thing when they stick out an arm to hold the passenger seat back… even if said seat is empty. Only, this isn't a car, and Darcy follows the intent of the motion and steps back as far as Logan directs her.

"Priority alert's been sent. Containment is on its way. Hopefully it can be cleaned up before it hit the cafeteria…."


"Oh, I don't know. Might actually improve the taste." He wasn't a fan of the cafeteria food here. Far too much of it was artificial with preservatives, all of which was sourced by the lowest bidder, as per standard of a government run installation. He's much rather have fresh food. "You got, I don't know, even wet floor pylons around here someplace?" He didn't know the layout to that level, but she might.


Darcy snap-points at Logan for the brilliant idea. He had distracted her with Fury's coffee, Loose Mays, and the awesomeness of the cafeteria's food. "Hold that thought," she states and heads down the hall to a supply closet. Every few halls have them, especially the halls with restrooms. Collecting the yellow signs, Darcy returns and sets them out. She regards it a moment. "Really, it should say 'caution, dip floor' with a graphic of Roger Rabbit melting in to a puddle of goo…."


Funny that she should mention Roger Rabbit, as Logan has more than a passing resemblance in attitude, mannerisms, and even accent to Bob Hoskins' Eddie Valiant. "Right," he agrees, either missing that joke, or just not wanting to let on that he liked the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit. "You know, with everything that goes on around here, you'd think that they'd have upgraded to some kind of digital floor signs that could be programmed like the boards they hold up at soccer games. Caution, dip floor. Caution, touch this and die. Or how's about, if you can read this, yer too close?" See, he has a sense of humour. Just a scary one the way he puts it.


Scary must be right up Darcy's alley because she laughs brightly as Containment personnel arrive and she and Logan are free to move about the Triskelion. "I love this idea! I want one for my rear bumper," she quips, motioning for Logan to walk with her… that away.


When the containment personnel arrive, Logan is reasonably certain that it'll be handled, cleaned up, and nobody's going to get hurt. So he leaves them to it and follows Darcy's prompting. "Bumper, huh? What'd you drive? I used to be a bit of a mechanic. Maybe I could help spruce it up some." He preferred motorcycles, but he was pretty good with cars too, as long as they weren't too new. Ever since they started having computer chips controlling every little thing, cars just haven't been the same.


"No shit?" Darcy asks, as if learning he was an honest to goodness mechanic was the best thing since Bluetooth vibrators. "You're gonna laugh or be impressed… but I've got my Dad's old Corolla… 1989. Car's damn near older than I am. Flipped the odometre in her at least once… but I treat her right and she's never let me down. Love that car."


Nodding his head, Logan figured he could work with a 1989 Toyota Corolla. Wouldn't have been his first choice, but there's potential in just about any car. He was already thinking about it, getting a new engine in for sure, maybe a hood scoop, he figured she might want it lowered… so many people liked to do that to their cars these days, but he'd leave it up to her. "I got a few ideas to go with that. Let's have a look at it. Lead on…"

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