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[superieure]

Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

Comments

[originalflameon]

[She just rolls with it asks for his 'type' of android instead of being surprised he is? Interesting. Either she's used to weird people in general (and if she comes from his world, it's very likely) or she's used to androids in particular (not as likely, but also possible). But if it was the later she'd probably be familiar with the Jim Hammond name, since he was the first one.]

A synthezoid. My body is mostly human, but my cells were artificially made.

[superieure]

[She looks up and down at him, appreciatively.]

Mr. Stark must have loved that. Can you eat and drink? Would you like some tea?

[originalflameon]

Both Starks did, but my father told me to not let Howard Stark get too close to me. Afraid of him stealing his creation, I suppose.

And I do, on both accounts. A bit of coffee, please?

[superieure]

A valid one.

[She gives him another appreciative look as she gets up to fetch the tea.]

One moment.

[She returns carrying a tray a few minutes later, with a kettle, as well as a cup full of coffee, and a pot of sugar. She has no idea how he takes it, so she selected just black.]

[originalflameon]

[Jim takes the coffee, but he waits for her to take hers first. He... had taken coffee, but that was before his emotions and preferences had been 'reseted', before the Thinker had played around with his mind so badly he'd had to start over. He doesn't know what he likes, now.

So he'll stick to mimicry.]

You said you were a mutant. Would it be rude to ask what kind of powers your mutation gave you?