Philip and Abigail, Backdated to 8/19
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om_mainPhilip and Abigail reconnect over sandwiches, paranoia, and just a bit of organized violence.
There was an honest to god kitchen. Abigail knew that because she was standing in the middle of it staring, but seriously. Apparently it wasn't off limits either, considering that nothing had stopped her from just walking right in. Wasn't the whole point of school that you had to deal with terrible cafeteria food?
Not that she knew much what to do with a kitchen, but putting together just a sandwich or something couldn't be that hard. And Coulson had promised to provide, which meant that she could at least expect something. He was the kind of guy who kept promises. Even when they were occasionally hilarious.
Philip had actually prepared for the little lunch meeting, he'd stopped in a little deli in town to get sandwich materials, better than what you'd get at the grocery or what you could forage in the communal fridge. "Abby," he called out as he came through the door, bag in hand. "I hope you're hungry. I watched them prep everything."
And considering that he was one of the few people on earth she let get away with the nickname, Abigail just turned to give him an arch look. "You're the one with the paranoia, Phil, not me," she said with a snort. "Where are we eating?"
"I'm not paranoid, I'm cautious, Ms. 'I'm not giving details online'. We can eat here unless you mind and I can answer questions you have about the place and tell you about the good toys," Philip said as he dropped the bag on the counter.
"That's just common sense," Abigail countered with a grin and meandered her way over to snag a stool. "That mean you're gonna actually give straight answers for once in your life?"
"I'm wounded," Philip said dryly as he started to unpack the bag. "I've never told you a lie in my life."
"I'm not even gonna dignify that," she said with a huff and dropped gracelessly next to him. "So give it to me straight. No one else has so far. What's the deal here?"
Philip just quirked an eyebrow at her. "Did they forget to tell you about the whole high school for mutant thing, or do you mean something else?"
"Ha ha." She gave him a flat look in return. "You know exactly what I mean."
"As near as I've been able to tell, the school's on the level," Philip said with a shrug. "To the point of naivete, at least in the beginning. Most of the spin positive that you're seeing in the U.S. for mutants started here with some of the students, there are some brilliant organizers here. We're trying to nip the Canada problem in the bud before it starts. That more what you meant?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Abigail said with exaggerated patience. "Thank you. So they really just decided to put a bunch of kids with powers in one place just for the hell of it?"
"It was the headmasters' idea. They had to have given you that speech," Philip said, eyeing her again. "Cooperation, using your powers responsibly, not blowing people up by accident, that sort of thing?"
She waved a dismissive hand before using it to snag one of the sandwiches. "Yeah, I got the spiel. Seemed legit, but what do I know? One of them's a telepath."
"It has to be on some level," Philip pointed out. "I've been here for almost two years, and there's more than one. At least we seem to have the ethical ones. I've been working with one of them to boost my ability to keep people out."
"Of course you are," Abigail said with a knowing look. Cagey bastard. At the moment, the thought was an almost fond one. "So great. Anything else I should know?"
"If they haven't talked about a training squad, they will," Philip said. "It's a team building sort of thing to learn to use what you do more effectively. It is voluntary if you're not interested, but they're useful. Primary place to practice is an immersive environment that you can use as a combat simulator." And wasn't that something that might grab her attention.
"Right, you mentioned something about that." Probably because he knew exactly what to dangle in front of her like a piece of string. "How immersive are we talking here?"
"Three dimensional holograms, robots to give some actual enemies, the possibility for multiple stories," Philip said with a smirk. "I've been setting up scenarios."
Abigail's eyebrows rose steadily as he lifted everything out, and she gave a low whistle once it seemed like he was done. "Fancy. What kind of scenarios?"
"Anything you can think of, you just need to program it. I've been toying with extraction scenarios lately," he said with a grin.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Abigail declared with a wide smirk. "You're gonna show me, right?"
"I'm not that much of a tease," he said, deadpan dry. "You doing anything once we're done eating?"
"What, like rearranging my sock drawer? Give me a beak, Coulson."
"Come on then," he said as he stashed the leftovers in the fridge and rinsed off his plate. "I'm sure I've got something in my files that'll impress you."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," she threatened, before devouring the last of her sandwich in a few quick bites. Interesting things trumped fine dining every time.
Philip just flashed her another grin and lead her down to the Danger Room's control room. "Let's see..." he said as he dropped in the control seat and logged in to his files. "If you want to play with these, you'll have to get me. I've got all the really hardcore scenarios password protected, I'd rather not scar some of these kids for life."
"Or you could just give me your password," Abigail countered with an overly sweet smile. She doubted it'd work, but trying couldn't hurt. "Not like you don't know damn well I can handle it."
"Not a chance. If you think I'm going to give you a chance to leave surprises in my scenarios, you're crazy. However, we might be able to work on getting you your own," Philip said as he flipped through a few files rapidly. "There's a couple kids that are fun to play with, I'll introduce you there too."
She rolled her eyes at his back without bothering to even pretend to be subtle about it. "Fine, be that way. Though," Abigail eyed him for a moment, "you? Actually saying nice things about people? Have you been sending Valentines day cards too?"
Philip just looked smugly pleased, even through the needling. "You should see the sniper I found. And no, you can't have him."
"Who said I want him?" Though if it was someone good enough to have Coulson that possessive, it was worth looking into.
"Just wait," Philip said, "But remember what I said, Anyway, urban assault scenario," he said with a snap of the wrist and the environment began to build through the control window.
And all joking aside, Abigail couldn't help but feel both eyebrows rise. "Damn," she said as the whole thing settled into place. "Holograms?"
"With movable elements to create multiple levels, though obviously the better set up it is from the start, the better. Robot dummies that can look like what you want for enemies, weapons that feel an awful lot like the real thing that will interact with room elements," Philip said with a grin. "So, impressed?"
"Fuck off," she said without any real ire, eying the entire thing with serious intent. "So when do I get to play? Or do I have to sign a release form first?"
"All that should have been handled when you got to the school, and you know, faculty," Philip jerked a thumb towards himself. "C'mon, I'll run you through the basics." The scenario he had loaded would work for that, on the lower settings. The challenge could wait till they were both properly kitted out for it.
"Welcome to school, here's your accidental death and dismemberment plan." Well, at least she'd never be bored.
Abigail eyed him for a moment before giving an almost predatory grin. "You're on. And then we can try without the training wheels."
Philip just gave her a wolfish grin at that and went to lead the way. Oh, this was going to be fun. adding another serious player to the mix was just going to make it better.
There was an honest to god kitchen. Abigail knew that because she was standing in the middle of it staring, but seriously. Apparently it wasn't off limits either, considering that nothing had stopped her from just walking right in. Wasn't the whole point of school that you had to deal with terrible cafeteria food?
Not that she knew much what to do with a kitchen, but putting together just a sandwich or something couldn't be that hard. And Coulson had promised to provide, which meant that she could at least expect something. He was the kind of guy who kept promises. Even when they were occasionally hilarious.
Philip had actually prepared for the little lunch meeting, he'd stopped in a little deli in town to get sandwich materials, better than what you'd get at the grocery or what you could forage in the communal fridge. "Abby," he called out as he came through the door, bag in hand. "I hope you're hungry. I watched them prep everything."
And considering that he was one of the few people on earth she let get away with the nickname, Abigail just turned to give him an arch look. "You're the one with the paranoia, Phil, not me," she said with a snort. "Where are we eating?"
"I'm not paranoid, I'm cautious, Ms. 'I'm not giving details online'. We can eat here unless you mind and I can answer questions you have about the place and tell you about the good toys," Philip said as he dropped the bag on the counter.
"That's just common sense," Abigail countered with a grin and meandered her way over to snag a stool. "That mean you're gonna actually give straight answers for once in your life?"
"I'm wounded," Philip said dryly as he started to unpack the bag. "I've never told you a lie in my life."
"I'm not even gonna dignify that," she said with a huff and dropped gracelessly next to him. "So give it to me straight. No one else has so far. What's the deal here?"
Philip just quirked an eyebrow at her. "Did they forget to tell you about the whole high school for mutant thing, or do you mean something else?"
"Ha ha." She gave him a flat look in return. "You know exactly what I mean."
"As near as I've been able to tell, the school's on the level," Philip said with a shrug. "To the point of naivete, at least in the beginning. Most of the spin positive that you're seeing in the U.S. for mutants started here with some of the students, there are some brilliant organizers here. We're trying to nip the Canada problem in the bud before it starts. That more what you meant?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Abigail said with exaggerated patience. "Thank you. So they really just decided to put a bunch of kids with powers in one place just for the hell of it?"
"It was the headmasters' idea. They had to have given you that speech," Philip said, eyeing her again. "Cooperation, using your powers responsibly, not blowing people up by accident, that sort of thing?"
She waved a dismissive hand before using it to snag one of the sandwiches. "Yeah, I got the spiel. Seemed legit, but what do I know? One of them's a telepath."
"It has to be on some level," Philip pointed out. "I've been here for almost two years, and there's more than one. At least we seem to have the ethical ones. I've been working with one of them to boost my ability to keep people out."
"Of course you are," Abigail said with a knowing look. Cagey bastard. At the moment, the thought was an almost fond one. "So great. Anything else I should know?"
"If they haven't talked about a training squad, they will," Philip said. "It's a team building sort of thing to learn to use what you do more effectively. It is voluntary if you're not interested, but they're useful. Primary place to practice is an immersive environment that you can use as a combat simulator." And wasn't that something that might grab her attention.
"Right, you mentioned something about that." Probably because he knew exactly what to dangle in front of her like a piece of string. "How immersive are we talking here?"
"Three dimensional holograms, robots to give some actual enemies, the possibility for multiple stories," Philip said with a smirk. "I've been setting up scenarios."
Abigail's eyebrows rose steadily as he lifted everything out, and she gave a low whistle once it seemed like he was done. "Fancy. What kind of scenarios?"
"Anything you can think of, you just need to program it. I've been toying with extraction scenarios lately," he said with a grin.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Abigail declared with a wide smirk. "You're gonna show me, right?"
"I'm not that much of a tease," he said, deadpan dry. "You doing anything once we're done eating?"
"What, like rearranging my sock drawer? Give me a beak, Coulson."
"Come on then," he said as he stashed the leftovers in the fridge and rinsed off his plate. "I'm sure I've got something in my files that'll impress you."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," she threatened, before devouring the last of her sandwich in a few quick bites. Interesting things trumped fine dining every time.
Philip just flashed her another grin and lead her down to the Danger Room's control room. "Let's see..." he said as he dropped in the control seat and logged in to his files. "If you want to play with these, you'll have to get me. I've got all the really hardcore scenarios password protected, I'd rather not scar some of these kids for life."
"Or you could just give me your password," Abigail countered with an overly sweet smile. She doubted it'd work, but trying couldn't hurt. "Not like you don't know damn well I can handle it."
"Not a chance. If you think I'm going to give you a chance to leave surprises in my scenarios, you're crazy. However, we might be able to work on getting you your own," Philip said as he flipped through a few files rapidly. "There's a couple kids that are fun to play with, I'll introduce you there too."
She rolled her eyes at his back without bothering to even pretend to be subtle about it. "Fine, be that way. Though," Abigail eyed him for a moment, "you? Actually saying nice things about people? Have you been sending Valentines day cards too?"
Philip just looked smugly pleased, even through the needling. "You should see the sniper I found. And no, you can't have him."
"Who said I want him?" Though if it was someone good enough to have Coulson that possessive, it was worth looking into.
"Just wait," Philip said, "But remember what I said, Anyway, urban assault scenario," he said with a snap of the wrist and the environment began to build through the control window.
And all joking aside, Abigail couldn't help but feel both eyebrows rise. "Damn," she said as the whole thing settled into place. "Holograms?"
"With movable elements to create multiple levels, though obviously the better set up it is from the start, the better. Robot dummies that can look like what you want for enemies, weapons that feel an awful lot like the real thing that will interact with room elements," Philip said with a grin. "So, impressed?"
"Fuck off," she said without any real ire, eying the entire thing with serious intent. "So when do I get to play? Or do I have to sign a release form first?"
"All that should have been handled when you got to the school, and you know, faculty," Philip jerked a thumb towards himself. "C'mon, I'll run you through the basics." The scenario he had loaded would work for that, on the lower settings. The challenge could wait till they were both properly kitted out for it.
"Welcome to school, here's your accidental death and dismemberment plan." Well, at least she'd never be bored.
Abigail eyed him for a moment before giving an almost predatory grin. "You're on. And then we can try without the training wheels."
Philip just gave her a wolfish grin at that and went to lead the way. Oh, this was going to be fun. adding another serious player to the mix was just going to make it better.
