Marie-Ange & Darcy: lunch & a check-in
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xp_logsDarcy introduces Marie-Ange to Potato Rescue, and they have a chat about how she's settling in with the job.
"-poutine-"
Darcy's head shot up as the word filtered across her brain. "I heard poutine, who wants poutine, I know a truck." She flicked through her twitter feed as she talked, a triumphant fist pump as she found what she was looking for. "They're close today too, let's get lunch."
Marie-Ange had not even realized she had been talking out loud as she texted. "There is a poutine truck?" She asked, and then finished her text and hit send. She started to ask "Is it real poutine?", remembered who she was talking to and cut herself off before she could finish the question. "Yes, and we tell no one or else we bring nine bags of carry out back to the office and I do not want to. It is too hot for carrying hot bags of chips."
"Whole potato truck. Latkes, pierogi, sweet potato balls, poutine... haven't tried anything yet that I don't like. Dude that runs it is hot too, so you get perfect fries or a fluffy baked potato and bonus eye candy." They stepped into the sun, walking the few blocks to the truck, and soon enough were standing in line. "I'm going to have... ooh, the beef bacon and goat cheese mashed potatoes, I think. And the sweet potato balls."
"Oh my." Marie-Ange had to give herself a moment, first to admire the man behind the counter, and then to read through the menu twice. "This is all of the carbs I should be eating for a week, I do not care, I will do extra gym time. Poutine. I am going to eat too much poutine, and then sleep in my office and get nothing done for an hour. He has real cheese curds. They never have real cheese curds. You are my favorite new employee."
"My superpower is finding good food," Darcy quipped as she collected her food. "Deal with outside or make everyone in the office hungry?"
Marie-Ange barely took a second to consider. "Outside. Plus then I can cancel sending you a meeting request and just ask you how you are finding the job here. Otherwise I was going to check on you next week, but now I can do it and buy you lunch, yes?"
"It's fine. Good! I like getting to learn new things and use more than my organization skills." She gave Marie-Ange a smile as they found a place to sit. "The physical training is the hardest. My boobs are built for comfort, not bouncing while running. But I need to have the stamina for at least hand-to-hand, for now, so. It's getting better, minus the bouncing."
"If you find a good sports bra, we will cover several. You are no use as an operative if you knock yourself out with a poorly supported chest." Marie-Ange offered, with a polite laugh. "Amanda and Wanda may have advice, at least for the fighting part. Kevin has been running you through the analysis portion, yes?"
"Yes, and he--that's great, actually. And he's encouraging me to learn as much as I can from the rest of you. I love that, getting to use varied skills and being told to learn even more."
Marie-Ange nodded, because her mouth was full of chips, and she carefully wiped her mouth before speaking again. "Excellent. Kevin teaches well, which is good because I do not. At all. You've had analysis and are doing fitness, I saw you had a login for the moon on a stick so Doug has you on the AI system, yes? I think I want you on field work training sooner than later too."
"The... big machine that Kevin calls The Beast? My wonderful, delightful partner in analysis? My preciousss." She scooped up a bite of potato, chewing carefully. "You think I'm ready for some field work? I mean, I know I went to Germany with Artie, but more than that? Sure. Gotta learn sometime."
"I think ready or not, we need you prepared for field work, and Germany was a good test vehicle, and with Jubilee in the office for some time I can have her give you a basic course on pick pocketing and lock picking. Do not let her try to convince you to climb the fire escape, it is not safe, ignore her, she is insane." Poutine was a messy food and Marie-Ange had given up on any pretense of dignity in the face of squeaky cheese curds, and made several more chips disappear between sentences. "Doug refuses the name the thing, so I think we all have different names for it. Moon on a Stick, Hex, The Beast, I think Artie has a specific ASL sign for it that translates to something obscene."
"I'm sure I'll eventually come up with something suitable for my favorite AI. Ooh, and maybe ASL with Artie? I know some and learned more to talk to Maya, but I can't keep up at fast conversational speeds." Her fork scraped the bottom of her potato container, and she frowned down at it before grabbing the bag with the sweet potato balls in them. "But sure, whatever you need or want me to do. I'm adaptable. Something something, 'other duties as assigned,' right?" She popped one of the puffs into her mouth, tilting the bag in Marie-Ange's direction in a silent offer.
One-handed, Marie-Ange tabbed through her phone, and Darcy's phone pinged a moment later with an invitation to a "twitch and bitch" hosted by Artie. "Other duties as assigned, and even though we all have specialties, basic field craft is important. ASL is as well, bring snacks, expect to learn profanity." Then she took one of the potato puffs, and popped it into her mouth. "If you bring these, you are likely to get to see Artie try to put eleven in his mouth at once. He has interesting food habits, I think from growing up homeless."
"I'd probably bake something, so if anyone has food allergies..." She trailed off as her watch beeped, and looked back at the line. "I'll grab a few bags to bring back to the office, and we can head back? Line's short enough it shouldn't take long."
"-poutine-"
Darcy's head shot up as the word filtered across her brain. "I heard poutine, who wants poutine, I know a truck." She flicked through her twitter feed as she talked, a triumphant fist pump as she found what she was looking for. "They're close today too, let's get lunch."
Marie-Ange had not even realized she had been talking out loud as she texted. "There is a poutine truck?" She asked, and then finished her text and hit send. She started to ask "Is it real poutine?", remembered who she was talking to and cut herself off before she could finish the question. "Yes, and we tell no one or else we bring nine bags of carry out back to the office and I do not want to. It is too hot for carrying hot bags of chips."
"Whole potato truck. Latkes, pierogi, sweet potato balls, poutine... haven't tried anything yet that I don't like. Dude that runs it is hot too, so you get perfect fries or a fluffy baked potato and bonus eye candy." They stepped into the sun, walking the few blocks to the truck, and soon enough were standing in line. "I'm going to have... ooh, the beef bacon and goat cheese mashed potatoes, I think. And the sweet potato balls."
"Oh my." Marie-Ange had to give herself a moment, first to admire the man behind the counter, and then to read through the menu twice. "This is all of the carbs I should be eating for a week, I do not care, I will do extra gym time. Poutine. I am going to eat too much poutine, and then sleep in my office and get nothing done for an hour. He has real cheese curds. They never have real cheese curds. You are my favorite new employee."
"My superpower is finding good food," Darcy quipped as she collected her food. "Deal with outside or make everyone in the office hungry?"
Marie-Ange barely took a second to consider. "Outside. Plus then I can cancel sending you a meeting request and just ask you how you are finding the job here. Otherwise I was going to check on you next week, but now I can do it and buy you lunch, yes?"
"It's fine. Good! I like getting to learn new things and use more than my organization skills." She gave Marie-Ange a smile as they found a place to sit. "The physical training is the hardest. My boobs are built for comfort, not bouncing while running. But I need to have the stamina for at least hand-to-hand, for now, so. It's getting better, minus the bouncing."
"If you find a good sports bra, we will cover several. You are no use as an operative if you knock yourself out with a poorly supported chest." Marie-Ange offered, with a polite laugh. "Amanda and Wanda may have advice, at least for the fighting part. Kevin has been running you through the analysis portion, yes?"
"Yes, and he--that's great, actually. And he's encouraging me to learn as much as I can from the rest of you. I love that, getting to use varied skills and being told to learn even more."
Marie-Ange nodded, because her mouth was full of chips, and she carefully wiped her mouth before speaking again. "Excellent. Kevin teaches well, which is good because I do not. At all. You've had analysis and are doing fitness, I saw you had a login for the moon on a stick so Doug has you on the AI system, yes? I think I want you on field work training sooner than later too."
"The... big machine that Kevin calls The Beast? My wonderful, delightful partner in analysis? My preciousss." She scooped up a bite of potato, chewing carefully. "You think I'm ready for some field work? I mean, I know I went to Germany with Artie, but more than that? Sure. Gotta learn sometime."
"I think ready or not, we need you prepared for field work, and Germany was a good test vehicle, and with Jubilee in the office for some time I can have her give you a basic course on pick pocketing and lock picking. Do not let her try to convince you to climb the fire escape, it is not safe, ignore her, she is insane." Poutine was a messy food and Marie-Ange had given up on any pretense of dignity in the face of squeaky cheese curds, and made several more chips disappear between sentences. "Doug refuses the name the thing, so I think we all have different names for it. Moon on a Stick, Hex, The Beast, I think Artie has a specific ASL sign for it that translates to something obscene."
"I'm sure I'll eventually come up with something suitable for my favorite AI. Ooh, and maybe ASL with Artie? I know some and learned more to talk to Maya, but I can't keep up at fast conversational speeds." Her fork scraped the bottom of her potato container, and she frowned down at it before grabbing the bag with the sweet potato balls in them. "But sure, whatever you need or want me to do. I'm adaptable. Something something, 'other duties as assigned,' right?" She popped one of the puffs into her mouth, tilting the bag in Marie-Ange's direction in a silent offer.
One-handed, Marie-Ange tabbed through her phone, and Darcy's phone pinged a moment later with an invitation to a "twitch and bitch" hosted by Artie. "Other duties as assigned, and even though we all have specialties, basic field craft is important. ASL is as well, bring snacks, expect to learn profanity." Then she took one of the potato puffs, and popped it into her mouth. "If you bring these, you are likely to get to see Artie try to put eleven in his mouth at once. He has interesting food habits, I think from growing up homeless."
"I'd probably bake something, so if anyone has food allergies..." She trailed off as her watch beeped, and looked back at the line. "I'll grab a few bags to bring back to the office, and we can head back? Line's short enough it shouldn't take long."
