Kyle & Clint | Deputizing (backdated)
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xp_logsClint gets around to halfway officializing eXcal's leadership team.
Sitting on the tiny counter in the tiny kitchenette in the Chapel, Clint kicked his heels against the tiny cabinet below him, then winced and checked to make sure he hadn't scuffed it. When he saw he hadn't, he hummed to himself and went back to eating his granola bars and drinking his juice box. There were several water bottles on the counter next to him, two empty and three still full -- the full ones were going back downstairs with him, once he'd finished taking his mandatory break. Phone alarms were totally good for keeping him on track and not starving.
"Aw man, no Capri Suns?" Kyle asked, laughing, as he came into the breakroom. "When I was a kid, we'd flip them upside down and put the straw in the bottom, cause those things are awesome but also like a pain." Now he just bit off the end and chugged them, on the rare occasions he wanted to drink sugar water. "Yo, you know what we need? A corporate Amazon Prime account, then we can just get whoever's doing office stuff to get snacks in bulk."
"Oooooh," Clint said, eyebrows rising. "How much does one of those cost? Cause I was thinking about maybe getting one from Staples for office supplies and stuff, but Amazon has that, too, doesn't it? And like, would the cost offset the convenience? I think there's a membership thing you can do with just Amazon Pantry, too. Wait, no -- hey!" He made himself finish off the juice box, exuberant straw-sucking and all, before continuing, "I keep forgetting how big the Chapel is, even though we totally designed it, and how busy it'll be once we're like... fully staffed. Darcy might kill me if I try to foist managing an Amazon Prime Corporate account on her... and I've got so much other stuff going on at the moment." Tossing his crumpled up juice box toward the trashcan without even looking, Clint snorted.
"Yeah, she'd talk you into arrowing yourself in the spleen." Kyle answered, as he bent to rummage in the fridge. Leftovers, microwave ravioli, someone's snack cheese. His stash of hard-ish boiled eggs had gotten shoved in the back. "I think it's like twenty a month, ish, and you get a lot of free shipping." He shrugged, shoved half an egg in his mouth, and nearly swallowed it whole. "Like, I could do some of it but we are definitely gonna need more people if you're gonna throw all the science people into the science deep end. Just for office staff who aren't science peeps."
Squishing his lips together into a pretty accurate imitation of the 'duck face' thing going around, Clint considered that. "Yeah, you're right." Half-frowning, he asked, "You got anybody in mind? Cause I'm down for more minions. I told you that was cool, right? On the team journal thing? I can't remember. We totally need more minions. Matt's got two of them all to himself! That doesn't exactly seem fair, considering Darcy's only got the one, and Strange was voluntold to get over here to learn stuff."
"I maybe got someone for accounting but I dunno." Kyle swung an arm out to toss two eggs at Clint, and put another two on the counter. "I am not for sure certain Drake's our guy, because it's just like. A feeling." It was in fact knowledge he wasn't supposed to have, plus a quick glance at Bobby Drake's math grades that he shouldn't have been able to get access to but having a hacker who was easily bribed with breakfast sandwiches made breaking into school grade systems easy. Cypher had been bored that day. "And it'd have to be part time."
Catching the eggs even though he still had a granola bar in one hand, Clint nodded along as Kyle spoke, then said, "Yeah, that sounds all good. I mean, I've been hanging out with him a bit. He's good at puzzles and stuff. I'm teaching him Go, which is no joke. Also, he cools down all the beverages he hands you, which is amazing. Don't mind if it's part time, any help is awesome help. But it's summer-ish, so if he wants full-time for right now, we can go with that." He stuffed an egg into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Like, as much as he needs for summer, and part time once things are kicked off." Kyle said. "I dunno how much like, math knowledge taxes take either. Might have to like, send him to a quick accounting class."
"Sure, we'll just charge it to the corporate card or whatever. It's... uh. Tax deductible? I think?" Then Clint grinned. "Which is why we'll be sending him to H&R Block's Taxes for Dummies Class or whatever. Though for real, I mostly just use TurboTax. They've never steered me wrong."
Kyle tapped the eggs with a claw, frowned, and then ate another one. "Okay, so we got legal, we got a doctor on call, we got me and Topaz for writing, editing and office managing and archiving. I'll email Bobby and see if he's got a summer job. What else we need?"
Shrugging, Clint half-asked, "More scientists?"
"Yo, we could have four hundred people all down here and you'd still say that. We get Drake for part time, we get tag-along Spider-Miles in the break room, but he's a cool kid. Upside-down a lot but cool." Kyle finally ate the last of his eggs, and then dug around in his cargo pants for a palm sized tablet computer. "Okay, lesee. Legal. More Legal. Medical. Money. Science Science Science... I mean, you got any specific science you want? Or just more people who can make sick-ass arrow shit?"
"You can never have enough sick-ass arrow shit," Clint said, grinning. "But I dunno. Mols mentioned Reed, that guy with no social tact. He's an oblivious genius, so we'd need to get Darcy to put him on the chart, if we get him. And I've peeked in at some of McCoy's stuff in the lab up at the mansion. I'd suggest the elder Storm, but eh." He wrinkled his nose. "She's doing the PI thing. Also, I don't like her priorities."
"Plus like, we get Doc No Tact and Sue and they're just gonna have weird sex in the office and, ew, gross." Kyle was at least eighty percent sure they were having sex. "Lets get Mols on Doc No Tact, I mean, then we basically get Sue for free anyway, without having to deal with on the clock getting it on. Hank's still doing ... what, grad school?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, uh, bee tee dubs. I took the GRE."
"Oh, dude," Clint said, holding out his free hand for a fistbump. "Awesome! You know your score yet? I mean, the essay section was fine, but like. Ugh writing. That's your thing. What're you thinking about going to grad school for?"
"Nope and I dunno, I just like. " Kyle shrugged with one shoulder and bumped Clint's fist with the other arm. "I mean it seemed like a thing to do. I gotta like, apply to places and figure out schedules and.." He huffed, uneasily. "I mean I was gonna have to, if I was gonna keep teaching but, you know, that went the way of the Dodo."
"Blech," Clint said, nodding even as he wrinkled his nose. "You thought about, I dunno, doing some community classes or something? Or tutoring in a specific thing? I did that for math stuff here at the mansion for a bit. It's pretty rewarding from a, like... accomplishment angle, maybe? Being all proud of your peeps for getting good scores and stuff. And, like. If you start with community stuff, you'd have experience to reference on job applications if you wanna teach at a college level, maybe?"
"I'm still the on call for anyone who can't go over to the local, but." Kyle shrugged. "All these kids actually have a handle on their shit. I mean, yeah, I could do some tutoring, and the mentoring the kids stuff helps but I dunno how I even wanna do this." He pointed, claws out, at his ears. "I mean I am not exactly prime hiring material here. So instead you get to reap the benefits of me being an anal retentive jerk."
"I think you mispronounced 'awesome English-language expert' there," Clint said, raising a friendly eyebrow even as he tried to keep the frown off his face. "It sucks, not being sure how you wanna move forward with your life. I mean, if you wanna earn some money on the side of whatever you're getting for this gig," he twirled his hand around to indicate the chapel as well as the mansion, "I can legit hand your name around to my friends who're writing papers for journals and stuff. Making science more readable -- and more accessible -- for non-science people is a hot commodity in some of my project-related circles. After my last paper got published, I had a couple friends nosing around trying to find out who'd fixed my grammar and syntax."
"Hey, whatever pays my bills, man." Well, really whatever got to be his side-hustle, his bills were paid, and his little salary at Science Bros, Seriously, Bro (the name he was giving it this week) covered a healthy chunk of not-bills. "Oh, facilities, but that's basically me. And I kinda told Topaz she was gonna be co-field co-leader with me and you and Ev, cause otherwise we got nobody on magic field leader and I mean, I can't turn someone into a rabbit."
"Me, neither," Clint said, grinning. "And all that works for me. Maybe the co-leader thing'll keep T busy. She's been... weird. Ish." He waggled his hand. "Weirder, I guess, than normal." After pausing momentarily to contemplate that, Clint hopped off the counter and gave the other man a firm nod. "Consider yourself deputized, Gibney. You're my right-hand man." He held his hand up for a high five.
Kyle fist-bumped Clint's open palm. "You know I already like, sang Hamilton badly at her, so. I mean. When Topaz starts calling you General Washington, that's why."
Sitting on the tiny counter in the tiny kitchenette in the Chapel, Clint kicked his heels against the tiny cabinet below him, then winced and checked to make sure he hadn't scuffed it. When he saw he hadn't, he hummed to himself and went back to eating his granola bars and drinking his juice box. There were several water bottles on the counter next to him, two empty and three still full -- the full ones were going back downstairs with him, once he'd finished taking his mandatory break. Phone alarms were totally good for keeping him on track and not starving.
"Aw man, no Capri Suns?" Kyle asked, laughing, as he came into the breakroom. "When I was a kid, we'd flip them upside down and put the straw in the bottom, cause those things are awesome but also like a pain." Now he just bit off the end and chugged them, on the rare occasions he wanted to drink sugar water. "Yo, you know what we need? A corporate Amazon Prime account, then we can just get whoever's doing office stuff to get snacks in bulk."
"Oooooh," Clint said, eyebrows rising. "How much does one of those cost? Cause I was thinking about maybe getting one from Staples for office supplies and stuff, but Amazon has that, too, doesn't it? And like, would the cost offset the convenience? I think there's a membership thing you can do with just Amazon Pantry, too. Wait, no -- hey!" He made himself finish off the juice box, exuberant straw-sucking and all, before continuing, "I keep forgetting how big the Chapel is, even though we totally designed it, and how busy it'll be once we're like... fully staffed. Darcy might kill me if I try to foist managing an Amazon Prime Corporate account on her... and I've got so much other stuff going on at the moment." Tossing his crumpled up juice box toward the trashcan without even looking, Clint snorted.
"Yeah, she'd talk you into arrowing yourself in the spleen." Kyle answered, as he bent to rummage in the fridge. Leftovers, microwave ravioli, someone's snack cheese. His stash of hard-ish boiled eggs had gotten shoved in the back. "I think it's like twenty a month, ish, and you get a lot of free shipping." He shrugged, shoved half an egg in his mouth, and nearly swallowed it whole. "Like, I could do some of it but we are definitely gonna need more people if you're gonna throw all the science people into the science deep end. Just for office staff who aren't science peeps."
Squishing his lips together into a pretty accurate imitation of the 'duck face' thing going around, Clint considered that. "Yeah, you're right." Half-frowning, he asked, "You got anybody in mind? Cause I'm down for more minions. I told you that was cool, right? On the team journal thing? I can't remember. We totally need more minions. Matt's got two of them all to himself! That doesn't exactly seem fair, considering Darcy's only got the one, and Strange was voluntold to get over here to learn stuff."
"I maybe got someone for accounting but I dunno." Kyle swung an arm out to toss two eggs at Clint, and put another two on the counter. "I am not for sure certain Drake's our guy, because it's just like. A feeling." It was in fact knowledge he wasn't supposed to have, plus a quick glance at Bobby Drake's math grades that he shouldn't have been able to get access to but having a hacker who was easily bribed with breakfast sandwiches made breaking into school grade systems easy. Cypher had been bored that day. "And it'd have to be part time."
Catching the eggs even though he still had a granola bar in one hand, Clint nodded along as Kyle spoke, then said, "Yeah, that sounds all good. I mean, I've been hanging out with him a bit. He's good at puzzles and stuff. I'm teaching him Go, which is no joke. Also, he cools down all the beverages he hands you, which is amazing. Don't mind if it's part time, any help is awesome help. But it's summer-ish, so if he wants full-time for right now, we can go with that." He stuffed an egg into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Like, as much as he needs for summer, and part time once things are kicked off." Kyle said. "I dunno how much like, math knowledge taxes take either. Might have to like, send him to a quick accounting class."
"Sure, we'll just charge it to the corporate card or whatever. It's... uh. Tax deductible? I think?" Then Clint grinned. "Which is why we'll be sending him to H&R Block's Taxes for Dummies Class or whatever. Though for real, I mostly just use TurboTax. They've never steered me wrong."
Kyle tapped the eggs with a claw, frowned, and then ate another one. "Okay, so we got legal, we got a doctor on call, we got me and Topaz for writing, editing and office managing and archiving. I'll email Bobby and see if he's got a summer job. What else we need?"
Shrugging, Clint half-asked, "More scientists?"
"Yo, we could have four hundred people all down here and you'd still say that. We get Drake for part time, we get tag-along Spider-Miles in the break room, but he's a cool kid. Upside-down a lot but cool." Kyle finally ate the last of his eggs, and then dug around in his cargo pants for a palm sized tablet computer. "Okay, lesee. Legal. More Legal. Medical. Money. Science Science Science... I mean, you got any specific science you want? Or just more people who can make sick-ass arrow shit?"
"You can never have enough sick-ass arrow shit," Clint said, grinning. "But I dunno. Mols mentioned Reed, that guy with no social tact. He's an oblivious genius, so we'd need to get Darcy to put him on the chart, if we get him. And I've peeked in at some of McCoy's stuff in the lab up at the mansion. I'd suggest the elder Storm, but eh." He wrinkled his nose. "She's doing the PI thing. Also, I don't like her priorities."
"Plus like, we get Doc No Tact and Sue and they're just gonna have weird sex in the office and, ew, gross." Kyle was at least eighty percent sure they were having sex. "Lets get Mols on Doc No Tact, I mean, then we basically get Sue for free anyway, without having to deal with on the clock getting it on. Hank's still doing ... what, grad school?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, uh, bee tee dubs. I took the GRE."
"Oh, dude," Clint said, holding out his free hand for a fistbump. "Awesome! You know your score yet? I mean, the essay section was fine, but like. Ugh writing. That's your thing. What're you thinking about going to grad school for?"
"Nope and I dunno, I just like. " Kyle shrugged with one shoulder and bumped Clint's fist with the other arm. "I mean it seemed like a thing to do. I gotta like, apply to places and figure out schedules and.." He huffed, uneasily. "I mean I was gonna have to, if I was gonna keep teaching but, you know, that went the way of the Dodo."
"Blech," Clint said, nodding even as he wrinkled his nose. "You thought about, I dunno, doing some community classes or something? Or tutoring in a specific thing? I did that for math stuff here at the mansion for a bit. It's pretty rewarding from a, like... accomplishment angle, maybe? Being all proud of your peeps for getting good scores and stuff. And, like. If you start with community stuff, you'd have experience to reference on job applications if you wanna teach at a college level, maybe?"
"I'm still the on call for anyone who can't go over to the local, but." Kyle shrugged. "All these kids actually have a handle on their shit. I mean, yeah, I could do some tutoring, and the mentoring the kids stuff helps but I dunno how I even wanna do this." He pointed, claws out, at his ears. "I mean I am not exactly prime hiring material here. So instead you get to reap the benefits of me being an anal retentive jerk."
"I think you mispronounced 'awesome English-language expert' there," Clint said, raising a friendly eyebrow even as he tried to keep the frown off his face. "It sucks, not being sure how you wanna move forward with your life. I mean, if you wanna earn some money on the side of whatever you're getting for this gig," he twirled his hand around to indicate the chapel as well as the mansion, "I can legit hand your name around to my friends who're writing papers for journals and stuff. Making science more readable -- and more accessible -- for non-science people is a hot commodity in some of my project-related circles. After my last paper got published, I had a couple friends nosing around trying to find out who'd fixed my grammar and syntax."
"Hey, whatever pays my bills, man." Well, really whatever got to be his side-hustle, his bills were paid, and his little salary at Science Bros, Seriously, Bro (the name he was giving it this week) covered a healthy chunk of not-bills. "Oh, facilities, but that's basically me. And I kinda told Topaz she was gonna be co-field co-leader with me and you and Ev, cause otherwise we got nobody on magic field leader and I mean, I can't turn someone into a rabbit."
"Me, neither," Clint said, grinning. "And all that works for me. Maybe the co-leader thing'll keep T busy. She's been... weird. Ish." He waggled his hand. "Weirder, I guess, than normal." After pausing momentarily to contemplate that, Clint hopped off the counter and gave the other man a firm nod. "Consider yourself deputized, Gibney. You're my right-hand man." He held his hand up for a high five.
Kyle fist-bumped Clint's open palm. "You know I already like, sang Hamilton badly at her, so. I mean. When Topaz starts calling you General Washington, that's why."
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Date: 2018-11-17 11:47 pm (UTC)Clint = George Washington
Kyle = Alexander Hamilton
.....Who's Topaz?