2019-04-26 - Cherabernobyl & Fitz

Summary:

Fitz brings Jennifer some bad news, good news, and opportunity for a new approach at things

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Storyteller: None
Date: Fri Apr 26 23:08:56 2019
Location: Triskelion - Science Lab

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jennifer-takedaleo-fitz

It's been a hard couple of days for the engineering team after they got the call from a retrieval squad about a 'Mutant on a rampage' which turned out to be an most unfortunate situation to an innocent bystander of her own abilities.

The BioMed Team has been spending the last couple of days trying to find things to keep Jennifer comfortable, and help us all, stable. In case. At least the agents had the good sense to recognize the difference between people in need and people to shoot at as active hostiles. Still A few pairs of Shield issued gym clothes were retrieved for her as they also looked into finding things that would withstand having a half-life. This project was bound to be complicated.

Undaunted by the hazards, however, Agt. Fitz has been up for almost 50 hours continuously racking his brain and his team's think tank over what we have and what will be most functional for the woman in distress. More than once has ye snapped yelling, "She's a human being not a goldfish to be dropped in a bag, a'ight? We need to make this… just… better." And finally solutions present to his standards.

His labcoat left upstairs he eschews the eco-suits approaching the glass where Jennifer has been living inside. Cautiously he pushes the intercom and greets in his usual Scotish brogue, "Heeey. You're Ms. Takeda I take it. Leo Fitz. I've been working on a solution for you and wanted to see how you're doing."

To say that her last few days had sucked was an understatement. Boyfriend (Now Ex) in a coma, Family under observation in the local hospital… And it was all her fault. When the tests had shown that she wasn't just exposed to the toxin, she was the source, everyone had fled the room. And the next people to interact with her weren't the friendliest. They'd come through the door in high tech hazard suits, and escorted her up to the roof, and into some kind of flying box. Which then launched itself into an airplane. Which, admittedly, would have been cool if it weren't for the other circumstances.
After a few more days of being locked in an equally bland room when she wasn't being poked and prodded by remote arms (At least they had cable on the screen), and her original clothes confiscated… Something finally might be happening. "That's me. Chernobyl in Abercrombie and Fitch. And I'm doing about as well as you'd think, considering nobody's really told me what's going on since I showed up here. Pretty sure my graduation's canceled, though." She snorts wryly.

Leo Fitz furrows a sympathetic look with the dry wit to say, "Well Abernobyl & Fitz now I suppose." If one were to guess she had some questions at the ready they were underestimating the condition of a person distressed by the unknown. "Well, I have the tests back that the lab's been working on which you are entitled to." He looks around, finds a chair and drags it over to sit down.

Curiously he asks, "Can I ask what precisely happened up until the ''accident''? " He pauses and tries to find a good way to ask this. Failing he tacks on, "I don't suppose you took any physics classes in school at all either? I just need to know where to begin for ya." Taking a deep breath he looks at the woman on the other side of the glass and finishes, "The good news i can tell you is aside from some readings they got you appear otherwise healthy which is… very much in your favor. Also before you worry too much about it, no you're not a prisoner and you don't have to live in there forever." The smile is a weak one, but hey, good news where one can find it to give.

Jen deigns to respond to the pun with a slight crook of her lips. "I was taking honors Physics, but we didn't get to the in depth unit certain parts yet. As for what happened… I was with my boyfriend, we were making out, and… He coughed, said he'd swallowed wrong, and we went back to it. Then he falls off the bed and starts twitching and foaming at the mouth, supposedly due to some kind of neurotoxin. Ambulance, HOspital, you guys show up." She stands, hitching up the slightly too large sweats, and making her way over to the window.

Fitz frowns, nose wrinkling a bit, and ears turning red at the top while his professionalism stays in tact. "Alright that… definitely sounds t'be the second worst date I've heard of." Let's just not speak of the first.

Taking a deep breath he squints an eye trying to figure out how to best approach this. "Okay so we're still looking into how and why, but the result is something happened to change your biochemistry, and from what we can tell no it's not an X-gene so it suggests some sort of exposure. Now sometimes, like a virus, instead of becoming afflicted with …whatever it is a person becomes, instead, a host. Like a carrier." He flips to the next page…and then next…and back again to page two. "It looks like your body, instead of breaking down to some…radioactive waves it's absorbing or somehow storing them. Like a capacitor."

Looking up to her he lays it out there for consumption as gently as he can, "The neurotoxin too seems to be a variant on whatever is happening inside you. On the other hand, well, you seem at least physically undamaged by it but… yeeeeeah."

"So something happened to me and we don't quite know what, and whatever it is made me radioactive and toxic. So my life's pretty much fucking over." Glaring, Jen turns to one side, punching the nesrest section of wall. There's a faint buzz, a very slight glow coming from her clenched fist, and the sensor readouts on the side would show radiation levels in the room spiking. Not to incredibly dangerous levels, but… higher than before.

Fitz isn't the best with people, but at the very least he doesn't walk out either. He flinched when the wall get hit and jsut lets her be for the moment. He stands and pauses and then lays a hand on the glass in the only comforting gesture he knows, "Heeeey, We're gonna help you. Yeah I mean it bloody sucks in…ways I can't imagine for you, but Ido believe we can help you with a solution over time and… and I'm not inclined to give up on you."

He bites his lip and pulls his tablet out typing at it. Somewhere else a whirring as if a tiny enthusiastic drone humms to life and hustles on over with a box. "You have my word I'm going to do what I can to try to help you restore some quality of life. And there's also another person here that miiight be able to help you control it. He can talk to light particles so I'm hoping my math holds out and that means he can assist you with learning how to work with all of them. I'm waiting to hear back from him." Now the little drone with the box comes in. "Until then we made you a present."

Jen takes a few deep breaths, slowly unclenching her fist, and the rad levels start to drop again. "It's not your fault. I just… Everything was good in my life. As good as it gets for a teenager. I shouldn't take it out on you." She lifts her gaze again at the sound of the drone, looking over towards the box before what Fitz said registers. "…Wait. Talk to light? How does that work?" The teen reaches out, accepting the box, and gingerly opening the lid.

Fitz nods slowly just letting her vent, in this case very literally. A fiant smile makes an appearance as the drone goes to the airlock portion of the cube, does the dropoff and leaves. He directs it to go get scrubbed from excess ions and watches Jennifer open the box with the augmented hazmat suit in there.

"You know, major life changes generally lack an instruction book. I'm not taking it personally. I mean I'd have melted a table by now soooo bravo you!" heeeey encouragement!

When the suit is opened he's quick to say, "It's a prototype. The first pass looked like rubbish. My overall goal is, okay normally a eco-suit keeps rads out, but there's nothing saying we can't keep them in and then it was just the thought of…well okay if you're going to be using it a lot how can we make it less clunky and, ya know, more bad ass. SO that's in the works." Small victory. "Buuuut you'd be able to step out of that cube and actually interact a bit with things so… well it's a step."

"Heh. Riiiiight." There was never a rug in Jen's room. Anyone who says otherwise is lying, and there is in no way a scorched rug shoved underneath the bed. She lifts the suit up with a slight smile, looking it over. "…This thing comes with an instruction manual though, right? And hopefully a place to change where I"m not being watched by cameras. I'm pretty sure you want to try it out."

Leo arches an eyebrow pointing "Well your bathroom is solid walls and these panels black out." He pauses and turns to bark as the people yon in observation, "You mange numpties didn't teach her how to use her bloody room?!" He facepalms, shoulders falling. The murmur escapes him, "I work with bloody idiots some days I swear." H

He stars from the top down with the basics of the suit functions and ends with, "And you can wear it over whatever you'd like. If we can get down the flexi fabric to not be so bloody stiff eventually we're aiming for a slimmer design so you can also wear it under what you want to the exclusion that… you know… the head bubble bit. There's still that." Nothing perfect.

"Likewise I'll tell the guys at PymTech thank you for helping us out on short notice with the mesh."

"It's definitely better than nothing. Thanks, Fitz." The smile plays around Jen's lips again, before she lifts up the suit. "Just give me a couple minutes then…" She disappears into the bathroom. A few minutes, and some muffled swearing potentially picked up on the mics, and she emerges. "…Okay. Sounds kinda echoey in here, and I can hear the fan, but it works. And this chin switch here opens the lower visor so I can eat and drink and stuff, right?"

Well eating's going to be a little hard to do as we can't have the seals breached, but yes. It swivels so it'll create as sort of null field there. I'm trying to improve it so you're not hit in the face with your own food. Also there's a tiny button with a small robotic arm with a swab on it…in cause you have a nose itch while in the suit."

Super points for mundane functionality! "There is a port to stick a straw that will keep its seal… I dunno about you but I was up for a long time last couple of nights and I got a mad hankering for a vanilla shake… that might have factored into the design some." Pausing he asks completely out of left field, "Have you eaten? Do you need us to bring you something from not the caf?"

"Okay, the nose thing's definitely a good idea. And… Honestly, I wouldn't mind getting a bit of exercise and going down myself. I mean, if that wouldn't get you fired or something. You're the first person who's been half nice to me here." Jen gives a one shouldered shrug. "…Unless you're about to pass out from lack of sleep, in which case, you should probably do that so you don't trip falling down the stairs and break your neck."

Leo Fitz sighs and admits, "WOuldn't get me fired. On the contrary I think they might give me mandatory naps so really it works out to my favor. But yeah, Let's give this a test go and get you out of that little room for a while. You'll go with people in thier own suits measuring the rads and provided all goes well? Well then we can say yooooou have some options."

"Works for me." Rolling her shoulders, Jenn steps forward into the airlock herself, holding up her arms for the decontamination spray like she'd seen the SHIELD techs do. "Be nice to finally get to pick out my own tray too"

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