2019-05-03 - This is What We Spend Our Budget and Freetime On

Summary:

The guys picnic SHIELD style: Beer, bots, and a box of pizza!

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Storyteller: None
Date: Fri May 3 00:24:03 2019
Location: Governors Island

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Leo Fitz occasionally crawls out of his rabbit hole that is the Sci-Tech lab. He promised Chris they'd test their electric kites. With a bread-stick shoved in his face and carrying a plastic crate of gadgetry and things. He notes to Ray, "Commere. This is going to be neat." And to Ian, "Pizza, beer. Tiny robots. Join us." Because… fuck yeah there's such a thing as a pint and a flying robot for funsies at the end of a work week. "This is the most I've seen our departments gather without someone telling me they broke everything in… 5 hours. This is amazing."

Christopher Powell is already at the park. He's got himself a spot staked out where he's settled with a backpack on the ground next to him and is busy screwing some of the smaller parts on his little robotic flying kite/drone/thing together, all the bits and bobs he'd taken off to put it in the backpack and transport it. He's got a 20oz of Coke next to him — no beer for Chris, he's underage.

Time outside? Ray's never one to turn that sort of thing down, especially if other cool stuff is involved. Of course, he's been spending a bit of time around the Triskelion making a nuisance of himself and not letting SHIELD forget he exists. Not that's they're likely to. Once they have their hooks in you.. well.. And so he's striding out of the building just a few steps behind Fitz, hands folded atop his head as he actually bothers using his feet for once.

With all the supers and scientists about, its always a good idea to throw a fairly normal agent into the mix just to make sure there's an adult in the room. He's only 21, but it seems like he's been 21 forever, since the drinking age in Russia is 4. He also seems pumped about going outside and /with people/. His eyes are immediately drawn towards Chris' drone he's working on and its all he can do to NOT try to help. He does gesture a gloved hand at where the screw is that the man is hunting after the first one goes on.

Leo Fitz sets down the crate and the pizza and does the briefest of introductiona, "Yeah soooo Ian, this is Ray. He's… joining your division actually. And guys this is Chris. Friend of mine. Etended member of the department or, eh, damn well close enugh." Looking over he looks a little proud of himself, "Brought enough for everyone, and…really I just need to test a lot of these things so I figuredwhy not?"

Christopher Powell glances up from where he has been tinkering as he hears Fitz's familiar voice, and then he looks over Ray and Ian, wiggling the screwdriver at them in greeting. He raises a brow a little at the intro from Fitz and asks, "You hiring me?" He grins a little lopsidedly and then says to the other two, "Heya. Nice to meet you." He glances to Ian then down at the screw near his knee. "Thanks!" He grabs it and finishes putting his kite-bot together.

"Hey! They decided what to do with me? Great. Well, hmm, I'll still have to find time to bug you in the lab. Good to meet you guys." Ray laughs a bit as he scoops up one of the beers, not even really looking at the pizza. Instead his attention is suddenly on the gizmos and gadgets in front of Chris, moving closer to get a better look.

Ian gets just the biggest grin when he hears there are plenty for everyone. "Ray. Chris." He shakes hands with each of them once he's introduced. "Welcome to SHIELD, Ray. Good to meet you, Chris." Despite the casual sort of affair here, its clear that Ian is wearing tactical armor under his shirt, and he's got a piece in a close-fitting chest holster. He seems extremely comfortable in it. "These drones sure are lifesaving too. Sure glad that one from the other night was around to take some of the heat. Is there a stealth one?" a pause. "Do you ever paint tiny names on them?"

Leo Fitz goes red in the ears when he's asked if he paints names on them. He sayspointing them out, "That one's Audrey 3… because it's green. And then one you have in yuir hands might be classified as Project T'Pau." Oh yeah his nerd flag is showing a little bit. He looks over to Chris and grins popping the stout open, "Well, SHIELD's not going to turn down an Avenger, man. Say the word I'm sure the director'll be petty pleased." He looks around with a squint, "Especially more agents that can fix my things when they break them."

Christopher Powell's gadgets look kind of like a budget version of Leo's, except his look more Sharper Image, and Chris' are more K-Mart, maybe Radio Shack. But, they work, despite their less than optimal parts. He doesn't seem to mind the others looking at them, and holds out the two little kite-like drones so that they can each take a look. "Nice to meet you guys, too." He smiles and shrugs his shoulders a bit, glancing down at the screwdriver in his hands. "Not an Avenger anymore. Home now. Just trying to help out my mom, you know?"

Ray plops his butt on the ground as he watches the more techy types work. Computers are a long way to drones, so he's watching with a keen eye. "I always wanted a robot kit when I was a kid, they weren't allowed." He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. "Maybe I should go buy myself one." He pops the top off of his beer and takes a swig, still watching curiously.

"Well, they /could/," a voice pipes up from down the grassy field in response to Fitz's claim that they wouldn't turn down an Avenger. Thick with it's own sense of lazy irreverance while still carrying an underlying resonance of command that just screams 'I am going to be a giant pain in your ass'.

Clint Barton strolls across the grass from… … where? Unimportant! The cocky blond wearing his douchebag slightly purple tinted wrap arounds, in a faded purple tee shirt and jeans with frayed cuffs strides right up into the group and inserts himself forcibly into it with a chinjut up at Ian, and a half smile at Fitz.

"The problem is, just kinda tend to show up just where you don't want 'em to. And once they're in, man, it's like bedbugs. Can't get rid of 'em. Hey, Mittens. Having a picnic?" oooooof course he appears. There's food.

Clint hooks a thumb into a belt loop and leans into one leg slightly, toward said snackage, though from behind his glasses he's staring at the tech.

"That's…Star Trek, isn't it?" Ian asks in a deadpan humor. Then he looks to the other guys, "I think he's naming them after Star Trek." Then more loudly he calls dibs, in clearly a dib-calling tone, "I want whichever one is Captain Bilbo!" a pause. "or whatever." He ends up meddling with one of Chris' kites for a few minutes. Clint's arrival doesn't seem to bother him in the least. He nods in return, and possibly tries to take on a less giddy countenence in front of someone he likes to impress.

Leo Fitz shifts a side look to Ian squinting, "Meeeeybbe." WHen Ian asks for the captain he sighs and just points. "The red one." He looks to Ray, not CLint when Hawkeye starts to dig in the dry humor, "You get o meet everyone today. Don't let him call you Petri or Project Zero. I went through two summers of that. You'll never let it go." Looking back he says Clint, beer and pizza are there. They're for sharing. That means all of us." The grin's there though. "Building things. Flying stuff. And honestly, Ray if you wnat to start building? I mean Chris and I do build days. Hell we can do them here. Kinda an open offer really. Clint you… might know or know of Chris. Dunno. This is Ray who was downstairs a bit aaaaan you know Ian."

"I just sort of started picking up parts of things and putting them together — usually stuff my brothers broke," Chris says to Ray. He glances over when Clint pipes up and makes his way over toward them, giving a bit of a nod of greeting to the man, and a bit of a grin. He doesn't seem to mind when Ian picks up one of his little gadgets and fiddles with it. He opens up his Coke and takes a swig from the bottle. "What kinda pizza?" he asks, reaching over to open up one of the boxes to peer inside.

"Definitely Star Trek." Comes the confirmation from the TV jockey. "Clint, right, your ex locked me up. She also let me watch NetFlix on her tablet while I was locked up, so I guess I'll forgive her that part." Ray grins slightly at the comment, taking another swig of his beer, wrinkling his nose slightly and looking at the bottle. His eyes flick over to Chris then to Fitz. "That sounds like fun. I really should you know, do more things.. in public.. where people can see me." His words kind of drift off by the end.

|ROLL| Ian +rolls 1d20 for: 7

Using one finger to flip open the pizza box neatly, Clint looooooms unneccesarily over the pie until he can get a look at Fitz over the edge of his glasses. "Hey, I always share. The danish wasn't my fault. You were in a box," clint defends. poorly as he pulls a slice up and immediately holds it over his head in order to navigate the drooping tip into his mouth. He talks around the bite. "I smooshed it up against the glass, and you still weren't happy."

The ant at the picnic nods back to Chris and Ray in turn, nudging the box in a turn towad Chris for options. "Yep," is all he says of know of or knowing Chris. It's Ray that gets a more angular glance. "Right, right, the guy with the awful codename. Which one? Ya gotta be more specific." No. He doesn't.

Clint switches gears seamlessly, using the back of his hand to push on Ian's shoulder. "Hey, you want to try that training excersize again this week? I got time that opened up."

Leo Fitz walks over and pats Ray on the shoulder risking life and…static shock and his hair getting poofy. "Well then we'll do that. I-" He looks at teh little crash drone and says, "Ian be nice to Sisko." First for him? Pizza. "Clint, you showed up in time. Responsible punched out at half-six." But the important question is there and he opens the box lids and says "Uhhh Chris, looks like green pepper ham. The other is a meatlovers." He considers "I kinda want to try to get these across the hudson and track but if something happens and we do lose signal… well it'd take more than a snorkle to get em back. Over Central maybe tho?"

"Ohhhh, they locked you up, huh? Did you get one of the single cells on J-Block or did you get one of the powers-dampening cells down in basement C?" Ian grins crookedly and goes over to the red one and picks up the remote. He gets it all flipped on, and tests with a little liftoff. But the trim is off and he VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVTS it right into Ray, sideways. It doesn't hurt, of course. "HAH!" Initial reaction to laugh. Then a more sober. "That's on me."

Ian nods to Clint. "Yeah…" but with a tone of 'duh' in there too. "Of Course I do."

Christopher Powell glances between Clint and Fitz with a curious look and then asks Fitz, "Why were you in a box?" When the pizza box is turned in his direction, he reaches in and grabs himself a slice of whatever's in there, apparently not all that picky despite asking what kind it was. He nods about where to fly the little kite-drones and says, "Probably should test for distance over a place we can retrieve them from first until we're sure how they handle the weather and how far the signal lasts."

"Power dampening ones in C." Then to Chris. "I broke in." Ray oofs as the drone bumps into him, his attention still on what Chris is doing, causing him to spill a bit of beer which is the real tragedy. He picks up the drone and sets it aside, gently. "No worries." HE squints at Clint though, or is it behind Clint? "Which one? That one." He points to somewhere vaguely behind Clint, and sure enough there's an annoyed looking Bobbi Morse standing there, glaring at him and tapping her foot with her arms crossed over her chest. Did Ray just wink at Fitz? He's certainly trying to hide a smile behind his botle of beer.

Clint chews around a broad grin when Chris asks Fitz why he was in a box. Yeah. Why were you in a box, Mittens? Volunteering no information, he shifts and nods to Ian and all his youthful 'well duuuuh' tone. "Cool. Tomorrow, around four—or…sixteen? Yeah. Sixteen hundred." he didn't count on his fingers, at least.

The bump and spill watched without interferance other than to say, "Party foul. Or. Picnic foul." He twists around, feet planted. Spotting the blond bombshell of the former missus. "Oh. Huh. Weird. I didn't /feel/ the cold breath of death on my neck." There's a long pause. Quiet. He swings back around and reaches a finger up to tap down his sunglasses, fixing Ray with a look.

One dusty blond eyebrow pops upward. Less accusing. More…of a silent query.

Why did we have a Fitz-in-a-Box? The long sigh fills his lungs, long fingers running through his hair. "We… were on a mission. Field op. I had to take the BF reader out to follow this …weird energy signature and help ID what the source was. Turns out to be a bloody radioactive woman trying to do gads know what and started cackling about the end of times." He sighs, Sooooo, we got hit with this beam thing and then couldn't use the reader cause I kept setting the bloody Geiger off. Had to be in quarantine while they found a way to fix it. Felt awful and, blast." He sighs and looks to Ray and then to Clint. "Don't move… maybe she can only track motion, man."

Ian picks up the drone and kneels down to fiddle with the trim until he has it right. Soft and aborted VVTS come from his tinkering in the meantime. He looks over his shoulder when Ray mentions the ex, and then he grins. "That's the one I like. She's pretty cool. Ok, Fitz…I got this one ready, so…fly it far, or not? Out of range it should just automatically retrace itself right?" That tech is available! "Chetyre vechera," Ian says to Clint and nods, presumably understanding what time it is. Chris gets a look while he describes his mission. Avenging mission. "So cool."

Christopher Powell finds a piece of the ham and green pepper pizza and that, he begins to chew on, even as he listens to the conversation bouncing back and forth around him, trying to follow exactly what they are all talking about. He follows Ray's point over behind Clint and glances from Bobbi over toward Clint curiously. He has no idea what's going on, however, so he just has a mildly puzzled look on his face before he glances back over toward Fitz, "Oh, well, that's a good reason to be in a box, I guess."

Ray tsks. "Did I forget the mole again?" He mutters and the image dissipates. "One day I'm going to get someone with that." He sulkily takes another swig of beer. Then the rest of the conversation kind of comes rolling in one him. "Wait. What? Radioactive lady? See, I got so much more weird stuff when I was out on my own. Maybe I should go on a solo flight this weekend."

"Unfortunately," Clint mock-whispers to Fitz. "Her vision is based on heat signatures." His brows bounce upward together and he resets his posture casually and mentions to Ray, "Nah, man. That's a hell of a skill. Call it an occupational talent of mine, but you seriously had me for a split second." Credit where credit is due! He shrugs and tears off some of the crust. "Plus, I read your file." He just /acts/ like he never knows what's going on? "You got her stance and stare down, pat. Any hack can make an image, but you got real skill with the mannerisms and human element. You ever wanna fine tune that, I'm around." Offering up his services to…what, exactly?

"She's the best," Clint states, casually but without a waver in his tone of Bobbi when Ian states that she's pretty cool. His attention shifts back to the drones. "They're looking good, Fitz. You just let me know when you wanna do an agility trial." With only a sketch of a smile as he chews down the last of his crust and folds those broad arms across his chest loosely.

"Weirder than SHIELD? Is there such a thing?" Clint notes over Ray's commentary. Another nod to the gathering, he pivots on a foot. "I'll let ya get back to it. Kid" He snap-points to Ian, the hand then drops as he turns. "See ya tomorrow. Seeya 'round." And strolling his happy ass back over the grass.

Leo Fitz grins wryly to Ray, "Yeah practice on Clint. Find a strange place and make him look like he's crammed in there napping. Everyone will fall for it and no one will want to wake him up." He looks back upnodding, "Well except the director. They might find it funny." Looking back to Chris he informs, "Ray's got a talent fordeceptive optics. It's pretty neat. So if anyone's interested I'm thinking if we really wanted to try something different we might try waterproofing these and seeing what we can make sub-aquatic…" He looks to Ian and specifies, "On purpose this time."

Ian reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and shifts his hips as he stands there, pondering that. "It'll eat up the battery a lot faster. And…gotta make sure there aren't any shiny bits on them or fish will attack it." He ponders over the potential pitfalls of the scenario, then eventually nods. "Yeah…its doable." he agrees with a little shrug. "So, Ray…can I have one of those beers?"

"I just use the angry face she made when she threw a meatball sub at my head." Ray comments as if that were not the weirdest sentance he's yet muttered. Actually, not all that weird. He sighs. "Yes, and for burning and explosions, too. Everyone forgets the burning and the explosions." He's joking. Or at least he sounds like he's joking. "You know…" His eyes drift to one of the drones. "If I sealed it up in hard light, you could probably send it underwater no problem. And fish can't bite through that. At least I don't think they can." He reaches over towards the beers and plucks one loose, holding it up towards Ian.

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