Soul Train

(( the following character is being written in by me, after a fellow SG member read this thread and said, "I want in!" I said she'd have to write her own parts... but she asked me to write them... Ok Gwen, if you trust me that much...))

The front lobby doors to Physiks opened and a strikingly beautiful woman strode through. The guards in the lobby dropped into a 'flank and intercept' pattern to each side, but she paid them no heed. Instead she walked right to the receptionist.

"I'm here to see Kashaye Parker."

"I'm sorry, miss... "

"Lady."

"Hrm?"

"You called me 'Miss'. I am not a 'Miss', I am Lady Gwenivere. Please let Ms. Parker know I wish to see her."

"Well, um... Ms. Parker is not in at the moment... but I will have her paged."

Lady Gwen began pacing, still not paying attention to the guards that watched her every move.

-brrrrrt!!-

"Physiks Technologies, how may I direct your call?"

"Yes, Ms. Parker. You have a visitor in the main lobby. She says her name is... Lady Gwenivere."

"Oh... I'm not certain, but I'd say about 5 minutes."

"Yes, I will let her know you are on your way."

"Very good Ms. Parker."

The receptionist turned to the woman. "Mis... er, LADY Gwenivere... Ms. Parker says she is currently dealing with a field situation, and asks that you wait. She does not expect to be long."

Lady Gwen nodded, and then sat down in one of the chairs off to the side. The guards adjusted positions to keep an eye on her yet still cover the door.

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Having a girlfriend who had to have both breasts removed to combat breast cancer... that hurt more than the boot to the family jewels.

(yeah. Full remission, 5 years. I stil miss the boobs, but I got to keep the rest of her.)

Kashaye's face began to show shock and concern while 'Clover' retold her story. It sounded.... no, it couldn't be.

But it had to be.

Clover had been in some kind of laboratory. One that experimented on people, not abstract concepts like she did. Plus with the anti-hero propaganda... it sounded as if she'd been coerced.

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Clover sighed. "So... what happens to me now?"

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She snapped out of the daydream/nightmare of what Clover was telling her when she head the last question.

"I... I don't know. Usually when I arrest someone for a crime, one of two things happen. Either they get teleported to the Ziggursky prison with an arrest warrant tag attached... or I hand them off to a cop. But... in your case... damn, I don't know."

She regarded the girl for a second. "It'd be a lot easier if I could figure out what place you were talking about. Do you remember if you saw any company logos, signs, paperwork, that had the word 'Crey' or a stylized 'C' on them?"

Kashaye started to pace.

"OK. You don't know who you are. You have no control over your power to 'mimic' super-powered people around you. You're homeless. And you've been... taught... to be scared of heroes. This is a tough one, kid. I don't know what happens now either. But I know someone who might."

Kashaye pulled out a cellphone. "Get me Clarisa, please."

"Yes. This is Kashaye. I have an interesting situation...."

(( OOC: She's going to tell Clarisa everything she's figured out about Clover so far, and ask if Clarisa has any ideas about getting Clover the help she needs to get back on her feet, maybe get her life out of the spiral it's in. There's also the issue of the lack of control over Clover's mimicry... she needs badly to be taught how to mimic at will rather than by proximity.))

((OOC: your hands are still shackled with sapper cuffs ))

Soul regarded the girl.

"That part, I already guessed. And judging by how hungry you seem to be... I know why too. Can't say as I'd do any different were I in your shoes."

She looked straight into the girl's eyes. "What I was asking about was, how did you GET into needing ... money... so badly? And why the terror in your eyes, hmn? Most street hoods don't exactly like it when I show up, but this is the first time someone looked at me like I was about to kill her in cold blood."

She made a gesture motion with her head in Martel's direction. "HIM, I can understand giving you that reaction. Maybe. But I'd have hoped that my street cred would at least let you know I'm a Defender. I don't kill people. Shoot, I barely hurt them. Most of my 'arrests' deserve little more than a checkup when they get to the Zig. Nothing a little aspirin wouldn't cure anyway."

She sighed. The girl was still looking at her with that mix of fear, suspicion, confusion...

"Why don't we start with the simple things, hmn? My name is Kashaye Parker, otherwise known as Soul Train. The man standing behind you in the beret is Agent Martel. The troops are his men. Now... would you please tell me your name?"

When no reply was forthcoming from the now-taciturn agent, Kashaye returned to the girl. She opened the canteen and held it to the girl's lips, letting her drink... and then popped the MRE, and began to feed her.

"Now... I know this is a stretch... but... would you mind telling me a little about what's going on?"

Now that she was sure the girl was secured and unharmed, Kashaye turned to Martel. Crooking a finger, she stepped out of earshot of the young prisoner, expecting him to follow.

"Now. Let's get something straight. I am your charge, because I happen to be someone 'important' as far as our two companies are concerned. However, BEFORE I ever signed on with Clarisa Feynman, I was a heroine. I swore an oath to do my part to protect this city. And last I checked, it did NOT have a clause in it that said it was OK to ignore the petty crimes. I will not go back on that oath, just as I expect YOU not to go back on your obligations to Legion, and by extension, to me."

"Now. You could just as easily 'protect' me by slapping a set of those cuffs on me right now, and hauling me back to my lab and locking me up there. But, you won't do that, because you know that 'protective custody' is another term for forced imprisonment. By the same token, I can't expect you to appreciate having to follow me around, take down my quarry for me to keep me from harm, etc etc. So... what we need to do is work out a way for us to do BOTH our jobs. You reading me clear, AGENT Martel?"

(( She did it again.... /em praise ))

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Clover groaned and looked around; her eyes locked onto Soul Train's, and fear immediately spread across her face.
"What... what do you want with me?" Clover asked, understandbably terrified.

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"Well, aside from the fact that you stole someone's purse and it's my job to arrest you for that... I didn't want anything. But... after I got shot in the face by one of my own force bolts...."

Concern crossed Kashaye's face as she realized, the girl was scared out of her mind. "Oh no. Not another one. I just discovered one girl who flared in front of me, and now here's another. Sugah, you have NO idea of what you just did, do you? And now you think I'm going to do something awful to you, right?"

The girl, still terrified, slowly nodded. "Oh no, I don't want to hurt you, never did. I just wanted to get that lady's purse back. You understand, that's my job?"

She paused and then looked at the shackled teenager closely. The look that she got in return was one of abject fear, desperation, confusion.... She motioned to Martel.

"You guys got any energy bars, water, Gatorade, anything like that? I think this little stray could use some."

Kashaye leapt to the street as the girl collapsed. She checked her pulse... good. Just asleep.

She saw Martel approaching, and saw that he was furious.

Well guess what. SHE was furious too. If this had escalated, the firepower he'd sent in pursuit could have leveled a city block. All because she decided to do her job as a heroine.

"Martel, don't you people have any idea what SUBTLETY means? I'll bet everybody in this zone knows what's going on now! If you're gonna be my guard detail, we gotta work on our communication skills a little. And where's Mallory? you better not have left HER unguarded. I can handle myself, but she's the one that needs someone to watch her back."

She knelt again, and stroked the unconscious girl's dirty hair, as a soldier stepped up and fastened a set of inhibitor cuffs on and activated them. With them locked, her powers wouldn't function. (( Game terms -- you've been sapped of endurance, and endurance recovery is locked down. ))

The girl's eyelids fluttered. "She's coming around. Stand back, guys. I want to ask her something."

Kashaye heard Martel screaming at her, and activated her commlink. Hopefully he'd installed the hashcode she gave him. (( Game terms - Team channel ))

"Martel! Dammit! Look, the girl's a street rat, BACK THE HE1L OFF!! Or we take her together, nice and orderly, WITHOUT putting anyone in the trauma ward! She's some kind of mimic, she's copied my abilities and my hair and skin tone! I've got her about a hundred yards ahead of me, and I'm hoping to shadow her until that speed boost she stole wears off! So go covert for cryin' out loud!"

Kashaye leapt over another low building, jumped once more, and landed lightly on a roof. Scrambling to the edge, she found a spot where she could observe her quarry without being detected.

"UNNNH!!!" Recoiling and shaking her head, Soul missed seeing the transformation. She did, however, take exception to kids shooting her in the face with an energy blast... and how had she shrugged off the slowing effects?

She then saw one of Martel's men moving extremely slowly... *another KINETIC?? But.. she's only a kid! How can she be that powerful?*

She speed boosted the hapless soldier, freeing him from the slow effects, and then triggered off an Inertial reduction field, instantly leaping up and forward over the rest of the soldiers and down the street after the girl. She was moving as fast as Kashaye was, but the superjump added to her earlier speed boost allowed Kashaye to close the gap. Wait... her hair was green before... now she had... Kashaye blinked in complete consternation.

She'd never heard of someone being able to mimic others before. And judging by what she'd just experienced... it wasn't just appearances. Her quarry could doppelganger powers too. This might be a challenge.

Soul decided to shadow the girl, not accost her again, see when the effects faded.. IF they faded.

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I wonder how much she has in here... Clover thought, looking at the purse in her hand as she ran. She was so busy looking at the purse that she didn't notice that the door to the deli she was passing by was opening, and consequently slammed into a woman (obviously a Hero) as she was exiting. This caused Clover to fall back, and when she looked up she saw that the woman she had ran into was accompanied by what appeared to be a soldier of some kind and another young girl.
Oh, perfect... Clover thought as she steadily rose to her feet.

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"OOF! Oh, I'm sorry, are you OK?"

(Hrmm... THIS one has been on the streets too long... nice purse though... wait... broken strap...)

Kashaye made a snap decision, twiddled her fingers into that nth-dimensional pocket she 'felt' her powers came from, and 'pulled' at the kinetic energy of the youngster, attempting to slow her to a crawl. "Hold the phone, kid. Let's see the purse. NOW." She clapped a hand down on the girl's shoulder.

((I WOULD advise a quick surrender, as you are surrounded by Legion paramilitary troops that, well, aren't known for their use of nonlethal force. Plus my companion has yet to become even AWARE of her abilities, so is of course unable to control them.))

Kashaye knew she'd made the right decision when she heard the cries of "Stop! Thief! Someone stole my purse!" a block down the street.

Kashaye looked up at Mallory, a sudden expression of concern crossing her features. She turned to look at the agent seated across from her.

"Martel? Until her place gets swept and secured, and her roomie checked out, I think it might be best if she stayed with me. At least that'll make your job easier, with only one location to guard, instead of two. And Mallory, I DO apologize, this is turning into a lot more than you signed up for. And we don't even know what you can really do, yet."

She finished off her lunch and stood.

"Speaking of which... I'd like to get back to the lab, and get you fitted for a telemetry rig. If we can get a good reading on your energy signature and physiology, we MIGHT even be able to help you learn to use those abilities better."

(( ah! I caught that. ))

Kashaye saw the plate move, but wasn't sure if Martel moved it.. or Mallory... However, Mallory did seem agitated by something. "Mallory, what happened? Are you OK?"


((ohh... if I weren't under a non-disclosure with my company, I'd tell you tales about THAT name!!))

The name "Arthur Anderson" didn't ring a bell with Kashaye, but she made a note to ask Clarisa... and she figured Martel would tap someone to research it, if he hadn't already.

(( BTW, we have a newly awakened meta in a restaurant with a bunch of soldiers standing around, alert for outside threats. If her powers manifest to the point where someone gets hit or startled, this could get... interesting. ))

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Martel sat silently. He was completely in awe at the fact this woman just laid everything out in front of him. No screaming, no arguing, no crying, no panic, nothing. He paused for a moment, then reached for his sidearm and placed it on the table directly in front of Kashaye. By now, his smart-alec persona had vanished. "Take this. I know you have powers and God knows what else, but if the worst should happen, you should at least have this. I will take the information you have given me and guard its secrets and yourself with my life for as long as I must. It is my duty." He didn't know what to say about the request for a female agent. There were no female agents to provide her with. Martel couldn't say anything, lest he reveal things to her that she shouldn't know. She seemed to be in enough trouble as it was.

Martel turned his head to Mallory. "What about the girl? Is she vital? Does Crey want her as well?" Martel needed to do some research on her, he hadn't counted on another high-priority person.

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(( Soul is extremely down-to-earth, and has been in enough battles to teach her when to bluff one's hand and when to lay it out. ))

Kashaye pushed the sidearm back toward her protector. "I am sorry Agent Martel, but I am afraid to say, I wouldn't know the first thing about firing a weapon such as this. Also, I have no need for it - my innate talents include a ranged strike that packs about as much power as that 12-guage riot shotgun your subordinate over there is toting around. And since it is innate... I never have to worry about it being loaded, or used against me. Keep your weapon."

At Martel's question about Mallory, she put an edge to her voice for a second. "The 'girl' is right here. It would be much more professional to not refer to her in such a dispassionate manner. Mallory is a recently-discovered metahuman, earlier today, in fact. We have yet to discover what her powerset is. But, what we do know is, it is similar to mine, which makes her an asset to our project's success. Plus, she's an employee of Physiks. I was in the process of hiring her as my assistant when you and your team were deployed. I doubt that she is on Crey's radar yet... but like you, I have yet to ask what her background is. Her job application seems normal enough. Mallory... this does bring up a valid question, and I apologize if it gets personal."

Kashaye paused, and looked Mallory straight in the eye. "Do you have, have you had in the past, or does your family have any connection to Crey Industries?"

As Martel pointed out the supposedly-normal sleeper agents out on the street, Kashaye blanched. All this time, right under her nose.

"Well. That puts a different light to things."

She was gracious enough to purchase lunch for all four soldiers/agents/Legion employees.

"Alright, Martel. I can see this is going to be a big change, but... this seems to be the week for big changes, so... I'll see what I can do to make the job of protecting me easier."

With that, she retrieved her PDA. "I have some files to transfer to you." Once Martel had activated his IR file-transfer protocol, she began.

"The first file is the name, address, general contact, and emergency contact information for my condo's management company. you most likely have already staked it out, but, I figured you might need this handy should they need to be contacted. Say... for arranging a neighboring flat, or for securing my place."

"The second file is to be held in strictest confidence. It is the membership roster and contact list, active, inactive, and retired, of my supergroup. Names with diamonds are mid-rank, such as myself. The name with the star is the name of the founder. I have fought with her and trusted her with my life on many occasions, so if SHE turns out to be a Crey sleeper, I will be most upset with her."

"The third file is my personal address book. It contains names of friends and associates, current and past, dating back to before I entered school... when... I was normal. Again... strictest confidence."

"The following PGP hash-code is for my commlink. With it you will be able to eavesdrop on my private conversations with others. I would appreciate it if you did NOT record them, but merely have a trustworthy agent listen to them."

"And the last file is my 'hero diary.' It contains a listing of each and every mission I have accepted, either my own or ones for others tha needed teammates, all of my contact information, and my security level increases and subsequent training."

She looked Martel straight in the eye. "You have my life in your hands. Do not abuse it."

She settled back, and nibbled at what was left of her reuben.

"Oh. One more thing, and please do not take this personally. If you must assign an agent to be my bodyguard, especially if this bodyguard is expected to be at my side every hour of every day.... I would prefer that the agent was a woman. I... do not feel comfortable... around men, for more than a few hours per day in a professional setting. Those files you hold will explain why. Again, it is nothing personal. You appear to be quite competent, relatively handsome, and charming and witty as well... but I'm afraid such things don't do much to make up for the handsome, charming, witty and competent man that nearly beat me to a pulp twice a week for two years."

She took a breath. She'd laid her life out on the table in front of a complete stranger, all because he had been given orders to protect her.

She looked at her new intern/assistant. "No. Mallory. This is NOT what I would consider a normal day for a lab researcher, or a superheroine. But... very little has been normal since the lab accident bestowed me with super abilities. So if you have abilities as well... brace yourself. It's not all heroic poses."

(( Oh alright, go put the fear of God into some Outcasts... incidentally, the building I 'photographed' for the lab faces Blyde Square, and is about a block away from Cook's Electronics. That should give you an idea of what kind of criminal element is present. BTW, your humvee and troop transport motorcade? Positron said "They're STILL grey to me, no XP there either!" ))

Kashaye fretted at the delay, but put up with it. She wasn't used to having guards around her. Usually SHE was the one doing the guarding. But, at this point, there was a genuine grilled reuben on rye that took precendence over whatever shananigans these Legion guys were going to do next.

She was quite grateful for the corporation's assistance in getting her lab going... but she was wondering at what price?

"Agent Martel. You mentioned that I am 'under your personal protection'. Tell me... does that mean I'm to take you home with me every day from now on? Because I thought that sort of arrangement involved a long courtship, flowers, a ring, some promises, and a big huge party... and so far I haven't seen much along those lines at all."

Martel grimaced. Uh oh. His charge was a smart aleck too. This could get dicey toute suite.

"Well, no. Doubly so since it's ME you're referring to."

She sized up the man. Wiry, lithe, looked like he knew his business. Needed a better aftershave though, and to tone down on the amount, too. "Well, Martel, I will do better than that. Meet my new assistant, Mallory."

Mallory nervously said hello.

"Now... since I seem to have grown a handler... might as well make the best of the situation. Would you do us the honor, sir, of escorting us to the deli a block down the street?"

(( Game terms: Mallory is sidekicked to Kashaye. Martel and his two soldiers just got a team invite. Who has the star is up for debate, although Kashaye is holding it as of now. IF we get into a scrap, which I hope not, they'll partake of Kashaye's buffs to better do their job... and we still don't know much about Mallory's abilities other than she has Force Field or something like it.))

Kashaye was just grabbing her purse when someone knocked on her doorsill. She turned around to see Martel standing there, along with two soldiers behind him.

"Yes. May I... Oh. Officer Martel... I'm sorry, I don't know your rank. What can I do for you? We were about to go for lunch... so unless you're paying for your own, your timing is a bit off."

"That's it. Clip that to your clothing, so that people can see it, hold it near the white pad to the side of any locked doorway, and slide it through any gate access or personnel workstation when requested. When we get you a desk and a computer, the card becomes your computer and network access - you have to be within 2 feet of the white pad next to the CPU, or this happens." Kashaye stepped away from her desk, and instantly the screensaver activated with the words "WORKSTATION LOCKED". She sat down again, and the lock cleared itself.

"Currently it'll let you into the administrative sections of the building; we'll get you lab access once we get done with the first week of telemetry, OK? I want to make sure your energy signature won't interfere with any of the stuff we have going on now. "

((no she didn't give Mallory a lab tour... yet... so far it's been nothing but offices.))

"Whew! I don't know about you... but it's time for my lunch! Care to join me? I know of a lovely little deli right around the corner."

"Well, i'm sure we can deal with the noise and commotion for.. a short time. My concerns are more long-term..." she strained to read the nametag, "Martel, is it?"

Stepping behind the reception desk, Kashaye motioned the receptionist aside and called up several PDF documents from the company fileservers. She verified they were the correct versions, and then sent them to a nearby printer.

Mallory, for her part, stood to one side.

Taking the printouts, Kashaye quickly circled several areas, then handed them to Martel. "These are the laboratory, particle accelerator, shielding, and reactor core arrays. Now, I understand you need to secure the building, BUT, if your men remain in these areas while the systems are online, they will need to wear special shield suits. You have probably been briefed on what it is we do here. However, I must warn you, that work is experimental, and as such, I cannot guarantee safety of ANY personnel in unshielded areas."

She turned, and then said one more thing. "And if you park a guard by my office, I'd prefer him to be outside my door, not assigned a desk alongside mine. I have an assistant. I don't need a babysitter."

There. Let him chew on that.

"Mallory... the very first thing I need you to do for me is to pose for an ID picture. Do you have time to do this now, or should we work out a schedule for you? I understand today has been a bit... hectic... but I can do it from my workstation, and it will take about two minutes."

Wow.


Top Cow should do this as a graphic novel and send it out for Christmas.


Yeah.

It's THAT good.

(EDITED to reflect Mallory's response, didn't see it on first pass)

Kashaye had gotten up to shake her new assistant's hand, and to reassure her that, if her suspicious were correct, she very well COULD become a heroine as well... when a commotion was heard thru the thick wooden door.

Kashaye poked her head out of the office door, only to find what appeared to be a small army silently and efficiently taking over the building.

"Mallory, come with me, I need to check something."

Leaving the room carrying the clipboard, she pulled out her cellphone.

"Clarisa, this is Kashaye. We're being invaded."

"LEGION??"

"And this was... discussed with you?"

"Oh."

"Well, I.... I don't know. It caught me by surprise, is all."

"Right. She's agreed to an internship position as a lab assistant. Effective... well, now." She smiled at Mallory as she said this.

"Well, I don't think she's dangerous, and our remote telemetry gear should be small enough to monitor her while she's off premises, at school or whatnot. Yes, she's a student, so we'll have to schedule around that. But I think we lucked out, and so did she. If she'd have popped in front of one of Crey's buildings they'd have her in some sort of freaky bizarre torture rack by now."

"Right. Listen, I need to talk to the head honcho for these Legion troops. Otherwise we'll have extra guests at our meetings and in our experimental runs."

"Right. I'll call you if we need you on site."

"Bye."

Kashaye hung up the phone and strode down the hallway, Mallory in tow, flashing her badge to any soldier she ran across. When she reached the lobby, she singled out the soldier in the beret who seemed to be doing the most 'traffic control'.

"Are you the one in charge of ... all these men?"

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I've alluded to this in a couple of places, but I wanted to describe something we'll be doing for Super Reflexes quite soon...

Super Reflexes Auto powers (Agile, Dodge, and Lucky) now add some minor damage resistance. This Damage resistance starts at 0%, but improves as the caster loses HP. The Resistance kicks in at 60% HP (when HP bar first changes color) and markedly increases at 40% and 20% (again, when the bar changes color). We have not yet determined the exact values.

This change is in addition to the recent modification that gave most Defense Primary and Secondary powers resistance to Defense Debuffs (self Defense powers).

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I figure I would toss another "out of the box" idea at the SR problem.

Instead of giving SR Damage Resistance, or even more defense, perhaps sticking to the theme of SR is where the answer lies.

I have seen countless situations where the agile and dexterous Hero deftly avoids multiple opponents with such skill and grace that often the opponents hit each other with their own attacks.

I'm not sure how you would translate that into this game, but I'll toss out a suggestion.

Each of the passives, (melee, range, and AoE) has a chance to redirect all or some of the incomming attack to a nearby enemy. To make it feasable, the positional aspect of each auto power determines what attack can be redirected, for example: Your melee auto power can only redirect melee attacks, your range auto power can only redirect range attacks, and finally your AoE auto power redirects AoE attacks.

Now, to illustrate how this would work in keeping with the SR theme: Imagine your some agile Kung Fu Hero facing off against 3 Freakshow. They all rush you and begin melee attacks upon you. Since your Defense is now significantly reduced due to the ED changes, you can't rely on Defense alone to keep them from beating the snot out of you. So, every attack that overcomes your defense and "would" land, your new ability kicks in and makes a check to see if none/some/all of the damage is taken, and what damage, if any, is redirected to one of your opponents.

Scenareo: Freak Slammer swings his sledgehammer at you, you duck behind his Freak Stunner pal and us him as a shield, thus Freak Stunner takes the damage you would have taken.

Again, I'm not sure how this can be implememnted, or even *IF* it can be implemented, but it's just an Idea, and if it sparks some creative mojo in a Dev's brain, then my job is done.

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Now THAT makes sense. And it works too, in an insane Jackie Chan kung-fu-meets-Buster-Keaton kind of way.

Shoot, abilities such as this would possibly overcome SR's limitations in a way that makes it insanely fun to play.

Kashaye blinked.

"Do to you? Uhm... nothing, at last that I'd planned on doing anything. We're not like Crey, experimenting on people trying to change them or mutate them or whatnot." She paused to let Mallory think about that.

"All I need from you right now is your permission to monitor your energy readings, for awhile. Say, the next couple of days, maybe a week. You'd not feel anything strange, it'd be completely unobtrusive, and you could do whatever it is you usually do. In exchange... well, normally I'd like to hire a lab assistant on a more permanent basis, but because you kind of got knocked into my lap out there, I'm willing to just pay you per weekly monitor run. Say, $500 each? That is, if you want to do this freelance. Personally, I'd go fo the job, at your age the opportunity to get a gig at Physiks is a big step up from folding pitas at City o Gyros."

She turned the clipboard around. On it were two forms. One was a small short and to the point contract stipulating the terms for which Mallory would be paid 'freelance'... and the other was a Physiks Tech job application form. She set a nice metallic fine-point pen with the Physiks logo on it down next to the two forms.

"Take your pick. Or walk, if this all bugs you. I'd be disappointed if you did, but I can't impose anything on you."

(( OOC: If you're not working with established characters, Soullll Trainnn is on the Victory server. We can very easily arrange times to get in game and take screenshots, maybe do a mission or two, or whatever else needed to get more 'flavor'. So, consider creating an alt there if you'd like to do this. ))