2016-01-03 Responsibilities of Office
This scene is rated Everybody
Warning: N/A
2016-01-03
Players: Lissandra Peggy
GMed by Random Acts of Spongebob
Title: Responsibilities of Office

It's later that night, though not into bed time hours yet. Peggy's put a call to Lissandra for the woman to come to her office when she has some time, that Peggy plans to be there most of the night.

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Lissandra heads up to Peggy's tower office once Sam has gone off to do his homework. While she's on the elevator up she taps a note onto her flexi that although his abilities would be of phenomenal use, Tech Star should not be included in planning for any raids. Too young. She's shifting herself to a more comfortable position on her wheelchair when she arrives at the office. The light support frame she'd been wearing is hooked to the side of her chair, collapsed for storage and she's getting The Hair shifted into place. "You wanted to see me, Director?"

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Peggy looks up from the computer where she had been working. She's clearly been in her office a while, a half filled cup of cold tea sitting off to the side of her keyboard and her jacket no longer on, it's hanging across the back of her chair, leaving her just in an old fashioned silk blouse. She gives the woman a proper nod and motions to the area across her her desk, room between the two chairs for Lissandra's wheel chair easily. "Come in. Yes… I first wanted to ask what you thought of the meeting with Miss Frost and the young man? Do you think you will all be able to work together?" Peggy's clipped voice is just a bit too casual as she inquires after the meeting. It's clearly not the meaning of this meeting.

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"Emma seems distant and protective, but I think she was warming to us by the time she had to leave. And Sam has all the enthusiasm of his father when it comes to his toys." Lissandra's chair maneuvers into place while she finishes getting settled into it. "But they've faced sentinels before and will be vaulable allies." She settles into silence after this, giving Peggy the time to come to the real reason she called Lissandra upstairs.

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"Good, good. That is what I was hoping to hear, considering this is going to be far more your project than mine." Peggy's red lips then settle into a slightly more thoughtful line, her eyes studying Lissandra up and down for a few heartbeats, a line of concern crossing through her ever pale features. "I…noticed you walked to the meeting. It was most impressive. While it was good to see you on your feet… Might I ask how you managed?"

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Ah… that. Lissandra's expression shifts to that of someone who's been caught ducking curfew, but only for a few seconds. "I've been testing lighter versions of the neural bypass frame from the Umbra armor suit. Trying to make it so I can stretch my legs without needing the excuse of an all-hands-on-deck situation." She reaches down to pat the device that's been folded down to the size and general shape of a large thermos.

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A brow cocks at that explanation, Peggy not really looking convinced about it. "I see. Have you reported any of these tests in your file? How badly do they stress your body?" Peggy asks flatly, not quiet going into lecture mode yet, but it's clear she is worried and isn't thrilled about this news. She has read the file.

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"I've kept notes on the construction. All of the core tech is the same, I just want to be able to wear it under my clothes." Lissandra is only dodging the question a little bit, until Peggy asks the direct question. She pauses before answering, then shrugs. "The neural bypass for my legs isn't any different than what's in my armor. Same tech, same size… same time limit on use." This last admission is obviously the one she didn't want to admit. She deflates a little when she says it.

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The dark eyed director stares quietly at Lissandra, her expression calm but also a touch disappointed. Peggy sits a bit straighter, leaning against her desk and resting her elbows there, hands folded in front of her so she can look straight into Lissandra's eyes and no where else. "Explain to me the worth of risking your body and mind like that to walk into a simple initial business meeting?"

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"I didn't know there was going to be a meeting," is Lissandra's immediate response. She's doing her best to meet Peggy's gaze, but can't quite manage to hold it for long before looking down again. "I was here to start updating the hangar for the new quinjets. There's a lot of hard to reach places up there." She's quiet for a moment more before continuing in a near-whisper. "I wanted to wiggle my toes again."

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The director's eyes hood just a bit with deeper concern, her red lips setting into a line which is far more disappointment than anything. Peggy sighs, taking a sip of her tea, more out of a need to organize her thoughts than wishing the long cold drink. Finally, she just sighs, "…Lissandra, I cannot imagine how hard it must be to be confined to a wheelchair. To be… disabled. To not move your toes." She admits quietly, still using the language of the old days. She hasn't been yet told that's not really PC to say. "But I do know what your file says. I know what stress it puts on you… what risks you take for doing it. And I know this team needs you up, functional — healthy. Now more than ever."

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Lissandra lets out a long soft sigh before nodding and replying, "Yes, Director." She doesn't even register the semi-outdated terminology because it does apply to her no matter how much she hates it. Her hair has been slowly shifting about on its own this whole time, until it's hanging loose over her shoulders and down her lap. It gives Lissandra something to wrap her arms around while also hiding her legs from view. "I haven't been overstressing, really. I only use it once a day, and I take it off well before the four-hour cutoff. I just…" She gathers her thoughts for a few seconds, then continues. "My medical leave included treatments that I'd hoped would be enough to regenerate the lost tissue. That I'd come out of it needing nothing more than some physical therapy and then be on my feet again for good. Instead… I'm not ticklish anymore."

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That makes Peggy sigh quietly. Her hand reaches forward, almost wanting to stretch out and touch the woman's arm in a gentle, reassuring fashion, but Lissandra is hugging herself and Peggy is across her desk. So she settles for letting her hand rest against the desk top, closer to the woman. "Liss… I know you must be…disappointed. And if you promise me that this is not degrading or damaging your body in any way — not even the tiniest bit — I won't say another word. But if it is, I need you to really consider if it's worth it. Especially now… in a time where a lot of people are going to be depending on you."

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Lissandra really, truly wishes that she had it in her to lie to Peggy's face. That she could look up with certainty and say that the Director's worries were unfounded. But instead she just looks up and nods, "I'll put it into storage, Director. I promise." With the words said, she sits up a bit straighter although she still has a slightly haunted look in her eyes. The reminder of the current off the books mission puts a bit of steel back into her spine (poor word choice notwithstanding). "On that subject, Director, we're making progress. It's mainly a matter of getting the team equipped in a manner that provides complete identity masking, then choosing our initial target for a scavenging raid." That being her term for 'go in, disable a sentinel, blow up his buddies, and then leave it to the tender mercies of Lissandra's powers.

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A sigh crosses Peggy's lips again, "I did not order you to give it up. There is a reason the… prescription in your file says in emergencies. There will be emergencies. And, when this has passed, maybe we can get a few more techs and… see what more we can do make a slightly more casual rig for brief use. I'm not going to deny you a chance at even a taste of the lifestyle most everyone else has. But I cannot condone your risking your health in a time when we need everyone at 100 percent. Do you understand, Lissandra?" Peggy asks softly, her voice worried but also stern. She doesn't LIKE being the bad guy, but she will if she must to protect her team.

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Lissandra nods her understanding, "Yeah, I know. Miles to go before we sleep, and all that." Then she looks up and shrugs, "Well, before all of you sleep. That's something I /don't/ miss." And after that, she can't really help it. The way the Director sounds just makes her have to ask in an oh-so-hopeful and completely inncent voice, "So… are you saying I can still go ice skating tomorrow?"

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That comment makes her brows arch, "…If you're still going to be completely functional tomorrow night… 30 minutes. That's it. If you're going to have to be recovering even an hour or two… I can't permit it, Lissandra. I'm sorry." Peg's voice is genuine in that cool apology, but not wavering on it either.

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Lissandra nods, more perked up now. "Thirty minutes it is, then. Rockefeller Center, lunchtime. There'll be masterful New Orleans cocoa on hand."

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The director apparently trusts Lissandra to judge her own body. It's part of being a good director — being stern when she must, but also trusting her agents to be mature adults and handle their lives. "Good. I hope you enjoy it. Do leave me a note to let me know you are fine after." Peggy smiles and pulls back a bit, shoulders settling into her chair, "If that is all, then you are dismissed. Do have a good evening."

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