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xp_logsClint and Garrison meet up at Harry's to discuss team things.
Clint stood chatting with Harry for a moment while the man poured the pints he'd requested, sliding his credit card across the counter to open a tab. Thanking the man, he snagged the drinks and headed toward where Kane stood. "Harry says no, he's not changing the channels for you until eight," Clint said, handing the Canadian one of the glasses. "What sports are even on right now besides what's showing?"
Kane shrugged. "Rangers game is on and the Leafs don't start until nine. He doesn't want everyone to miss the game for pre-game coverage. Although-" Kane led Clint over to his seat; a scheduled corner table that had one television strangely angled. It mysteriously clicked over to Sportsnet. "Oh look. What an incredible and totally unexpected stroke of luck." The Canadian deadpanned.
Looking from the television to the other man, Clint snorted as he took a seat facing the television. "Perk of being a regular, I assume?" He asked, grinning. He liked the atmosphere at Harry's. It was exactly what a local bar should be.
"Thanks to my powers, I'm good for a couple of bills for the cheque. Also, I've bounced enough times that anyone wanting to cause problems doesn't want to deal with the crazy Mountie." Kane grinned. "Fortunately, I grew up in pubs like this. So being here is like sliding into a warm bath for me."
"Never really had a place like this, bouncing around like I did," Clint said. "The City's not big on this kinda vibe. At least, not where I grew up. More clubs, less chill. This is good." He tipped his glass toward Kane, watching the talking heads for a moment longer on the television before quirking an eyebrow and asking, "You mind some shop talk while they're pre-gaming?"
"Feel free, but not sure if I have anything smart to say about your pet wormhole."
"It's not all wormhole, all the time," Clint said, taking a sip of his beer. "Mostly I wanted to throw some optimization stuff your way. Forge has taken a crack at things and he's working to integrate improvements without fritzing anything out, since it's all operating continuously. Shutting parts of it down is like... you have to have two systems running the same monitoring programs and predictive algorithms simultaneously so we don't lose data. Slow going, but he's being careful and honestly, we've already gotten better returns with a couple metrics than we could before."
"OK, I got... some of that. What does that have to do with anything I'm involved with?" Kane took a sip. "Unless this is the most complicated invite to a fantasy sports league ever in which case, bravo."
"I mean, I figure the whole system's sorta your baby, considering the initial software's relation to the Danger Room," Clint shrugged. "Also, I thought if you felt invested, you might be willing to come help with some of the lectures we're lining up to get other teams more familiar with how things work - both in the Chapel itself so far as care, maintenance, and security are concerned and on away missions. This really was a cross-team effort and it seems like something you should be involved in, if you're interested."
"Oh man, do I have you fooled. I don't know how half of it works. I'm just the main operator. Like, if it is a race car, I'm the best driver, but it's Kitty and Scott and others under the hood between laps." Kane said. "I'm happy to pitch in when I'm not working, but I'm not sure how much I can help. I mean, Vi seems to respond well to me but if you want coding or... other computer things, I might not be the best."
Half-laughing, Clint said, "I mean, I can get all technical, but people who don't understand what I'm saying aren't going to listen. It's human nature, nobody's fault, but you can show them things that're immediately helpful. Besides, it's not just Team Science's show. Like I said, cross-team effort. So cross-team presentation, if you will. Obviously not all the time. I'll tag in Darcy to help explain the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, since she's one of the only actual experts besides Jane and Thor and kinda me, but not so much."
"Thor... hmm... Thor." Kane said cryptically before taking a sip. "Sure, I don't mind trying to understand things better, but I don't know how much value I'll bring. I mean, I'm a good cop. Couple of degrees even, but really, all my wormhole stuff was just connecting people who understand it to other people to understand it. None of which were me. But, ready to give it a shot."
Clint couldn't figure out what the bit about Thor was, but he chose not to question it and instead shrugged again. "Come, see how you like it, get some kudos for excellent coordinating, if nothing else, and I'll throw in a free meal," he said, picking his pint up to take another draw from it. "Anyway, besides me trying to con you into the lecture-not-a-lecture thing, it's been relatively quiet for eXcal since Christmas. Our various sources aren't turning up anything especially interesting and there haven't been any anomalies that required our intervention to resolve. Anything from your quarter of expertise?"
"I can't speak to Bureau business for obvious reasons, but right now across our other threat boards, it looks like everyone has temporarily gone quiet. I've learned to enjoy these days, because they just don't last long enough and I'm hip deep in Brotherhood or something worse." Kane said as he eased back in his chair. "Hmm... I wonder if Vi is capable of modeling the wormholes she monitors in the virtual environment? Do a little reconstruction in the DR before you all do the quantum leap thing."
"I dunno, but it sounds like something worth investigating," Clint said, nodding slowly. "We're mostly working on trying to figure out how to look like we belong wherever we go when there's some sort of drastic cultural or developmental difference. Like with that guy we had to take back and then help keep his throne. His 'verse was Medieval-ish, magic-ish. Our suits weren't gonna do us much good and image inducers are only good up to a point. So we're working on downloading digitized historical clothing from various museums that've put it online and then making sure the image inducer can make it work without glitching.."
He mulled over the suggestion about the Danger Room some more, pondering it and then saying, "We could look at widening the array of data collected from Molly's drones when they go through. Not just air quality and situational stuff, but how the people are acting, testing things we don't test for now? Maybe that'd translate into the DR for mission mock-ups?"
"I know it can translate camera footage into three dimensional environments already. Pryde would likely be the best resource to look at integrating the data." Kane finished off a pint just as another one was set down next to him. "Basically, if it can align with the same kind of interface the DR currently uses, I should be able to build at least something reasonable, if not perfect as a kind of preview for your people."
"Sweet," Clint said, rolling his own glass between his palms as he mulled that over. "Should be relatively easy, then, since Kitty's got access to all of eXcal's mission data, including video footage and reports. I'll ask her about setting something up that'll work pre-mission for prep." Turning his eyes back toward the television, Clint frowned slightly. "I'm gonna get some vodka when I finish this glass. You good with your magically appearing pints?"
"Yeah. Briar knows to keep them coming. An advantage or curse of preternatural endurance and a healing factor, depending on how you want to look at it." He said, indicating the blonde woman behind the bar.
Saluting the other man, Clint stood and headed for the bar. He finished his pint while he waited for the woman to finish up with other customers, then ordered two shots of vodka and downed one immediately before taking the other back to the table with him. "Right, sports time. I don't bother with much besides archery usually, so this should be interesting."
"Leafs are on against Calgary. We got smoked by Edmonton last night, breaking a nice little three game streak. However, we're coming up on the trade deadline and lots of moves have been made, so these games are starting to look substantially different than they did two weeks ago." Kane pointed to the television. "See, Jennifer Botterill agrees with me."
"Well, if Ms. Botterill agrees," Clint said, laughing as he settled back in his chair. Then, just to be an ass, he said, "This is the one with the ball where they try to get it into the nets, right?" His raised his eyebrows expectantly as he looked at Kane.
"Yup." He said wryly. "That's a touchdown."
"Could've sworn it was a hole in one," Clint murmured, fighting a grin.
Clint stood chatting with Harry for a moment while the man poured the pints he'd requested, sliding his credit card across the counter to open a tab. Thanking the man, he snagged the drinks and headed toward where Kane stood. "Harry says no, he's not changing the channels for you until eight," Clint said, handing the Canadian one of the glasses. "What sports are even on right now besides what's showing?"
Kane shrugged. "Rangers game is on and the Leafs don't start until nine. He doesn't want everyone to miss the game for pre-game coverage. Although-" Kane led Clint over to his seat; a scheduled corner table that had one television strangely angled. It mysteriously clicked over to Sportsnet. "Oh look. What an incredible and totally unexpected stroke of luck." The Canadian deadpanned.
Looking from the television to the other man, Clint snorted as he took a seat facing the television. "Perk of being a regular, I assume?" He asked, grinning. He liked the atmosphere at Harry's. It was exactly what a local bar should be.
"Thanks to my powers, I'm good for a couple of bills for the cheque. Also, I've bounced enough times that anyone wanting to cause problems doesn't want to deal with the crazy Mountie." Kane grinned. "Fortunately, I grew up in pubs like this. So being here is like sliding into a warm bath for me."
"Never really had a place like this, bouncing around like I did," Clint said. "The City's not big on this kinda vibe. At least, not where I grew up. More clubs, less chill. This is good." He tipped his glass toward Kane, watching the talking heads for a moment longer on the television before quirking an eyebrow and asking, "You mind some shop talk while they're pre-gaming?"
"Feel free, but not sure if I have anything smart to say about your pet wormhole."
"It's not all wormhole, all the time," Clint said, taking a sip of his beer. "Mostly I wanted to throw some optimization stuff your way. Forge has taken a crack at things and he's working to integrate improvements without fritzing anything out, since it's all operating continuously. Shutting parts of it down is like... you have to have two systems running the same monitoring programs and predictive algorithms simultaneously so we don't lose data. Slow going, but he's being careful and honestly, we've already gotten better returns with a couple metrics than we could before."
"OK, I got... some of that. What does that have to do with anything I'm involved with?" Kane took a sip. "Unless this is the most complicated invite to a fantasy sports league ever in which case, bravo."
"I mean, I figure the whole system's sorta your baby, considering the initial software's relation to the Danger Room," Clint shrugged. "Also, I thought if you felt invested, you might be willing to come help with some of the lectures we're lining up to get other teams more familiar with how things work - both in the Chapel itself so far as care, maintenance, and security are concerned and on away missions. This really was a cross-team effort and it seems like something you should be involved in, if you're interested."
"Oh man, do I have you fooled. I don't know how half of it works. I'm just the main operator. Like, if it is a race car, I'm the best driver, but it's Kitty and Scott and others under the hood between laps." Kane said. "I'm happy to pitch in when I'm not working, but I'm not sure how much I can help. I mean, Vi seems to respond well to me but if you want coding or... other computer things, I might not be the best."
Half-laughing, Clint said, "I mean, I can get all technical, but people who don't understand what I'm saying aren't going to listen. It's human nature, nobody's fault, but you can show them things that're immediately helpful. Besides, it's not just Team Science's show. Like I said, cross-team effort. So cross-team presentation, if you will. Obviously not all the time. I'll tag in Darcy to help explain the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, since she's one of the only actual experts besides Jane and Thor and kinda me, but not so much."
"Thor... hmm... Thor." Kane said cryptically before taking a sip. "Sure, I don't mind trying to understand things better, but I don't know how much value I'll bring. I mean, I'm a good cop. Couple of degrees even, but really, all my wormhole stuff was just connecting people who understand it to other people to understand it. None of which were me. But, ready to give it a shot."
Clint couldn't figure out what the bit about Thor was, but he chose not to question it and instead shrugged again. "Come, see how you like it, get some kudos for excellent coordinating, if nothing else, and I'll throw in a free meal," he said, picking his pint up to take another draw from it. "Anyway, besides me trying to con you into the lecture-not-a-lecture thing, it's been relatively quiet for eXcal since Christmas. Our various sources aren't turning up anything especially interesting and there haven't been any anomalies that required our intervention to resolve. Anything from your quarter of expertise?"
"I can't speak to Bureau business for obvious reasons, but right now across our other threat boards, it looks like everyone has temporarily gone quiet. I've learned to enjoy these days, because they just don't last long enough and I'm hip deep in Brotherhood or something worse." Kane said as he eased back in his chair. "Hmm... I wonder if Vi is capable of modeling the wormholes she monitors in the virtual environment? Do a little reconstruction in the DR before you all do the quantum leap thing."
"I dunno, but it sounds like something worth investigating," Clint said, nodding slowly. "We're mostly working on trying to figure out how to look like we belong wherever we go when there's some sort of drastic cultural or developmental difference. Like with that guy we had to take back and then help keep his throne. His 'verse was Medieval-ish, magic-ish. Our suits weren't gonna do us much good and image inducers are only good up to a point. So we're working on downloading digitized historical clothing from various museums that've put it online and then making sure the image inducer can make it work without glitching.."
He mulled over the suggestion about the Danger Room some more, pondering it and then saying, "We could look at widening the array of data collected from Molly's drones when they go through. Not just air quality and situational stuff, but how the people are acting, testing things we don't test for now? Maybe that'd translate into the DR for mission mock-ups?"
"I know it can translate camera footage into three dimensional environments already. Pryde would likely be the best resource to look at integrating the data." Kane finished off a pint just as another one was set down next to him. "Basically, if it can align with the same kind of interface the DR currently uses, I should be able to build at least something reasonable, if not perfect as a kind of preview for your people."
"Sweet," Clint said, rolling his own glass between his palms as he mulled that over. "Should be relatively easy, then, since Kitty's got access to all of eXcal's mission data, including video footage and reports. I'll ask her about setting something up that'll work pre-mission for prep." Turning his eyes back toward the television, Clint frowned slightly. "I'm gonna get some vodka when I finish this glass. You good with your magically appearing pints?"
"Yeah. Briar knows to keep them coming. An advantage or curse of preternatural endurance and a healing factor, depending on how you want to look at it." He said, indicating the blonde woman behind the bar.
Saluting the other man, Clint stood and headed for the bar. He finished his pint while he waited for the woman to finish up with other customers, then ordered two shots of vodka and downed one immediately before taking the other back to the table with him. "Right, sports time. I don't bother with much besides archery usually, so this should be interesting."
"Leafs are on against Calgary. We got smoked by Edmonton last night, breaking a nice little three game streak. However, we're coming up on the trade deadline and lots of moves have been made, so these games are starting to look substantially different than they did two weeks ago." Kane pointed to the television. "See, Jennifer Botterill agrees with me."
"Well, if Ms. Botterill agrees," Clint said, laughing as he settled back in his chair. Then, just to be an ass, he said, "This is the one with the ball where they try to get it into the nets, right?" His raised his eyebrows expectantly as he looked at Kane.
"Yup." He said wryly. "That's a touchdown."
"Could've sworn it was a hole in one," Clint murmured, fighting a grin.
