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intangiblecharlie:

“A joke!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows raised in realization.  “Duh, silly me.  Normally I’d blame the insomnia, but everyone’s so on edge around here lately I honestly can’t tell a joke from not these days” she explained, a smile playing on her lips.  She watched the other woman’s face carefully, and noticed she got way quiet way fast, and her own smile fell.  “I’m sorry, is that so rude?” She hadn’t considered the possibility that other people might not be as comfortable with their power as she was.  “We can talk about something else, if you want.”

Yup. That was definitely a headache that was happening. “No, it’s fine,” Eva pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned back slightly. “You just kind of… caught me off-guard. I don’t know many people who just go around asking everyone their powers.” She pulled her hand away from her face and did her best to relax as she spoke. Drifting back into her usual playful stance took a moment, but she managed. “You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.” She motioned around the room at that, using a nod of her head to imply that anyone in the room could be considered dangerous if you asked the wrong questions.

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timelessrafael:

He couldn’t help but notice a sudden change on the woman sitting beside him. It was like she was very amused by something. He didn’t recall being that funny. “You okay there?” he muttered, confusion all over his face. Watching her cough only made it worse. “Is that your thing? spontaneous cough fits?” he ventured, trying to understand the situation. He drank some water, surprised by the woman’s voice. “Well isn’t that what exciting?” he replied, with his usual snark. “What’s the full rank–just curious, what can I aspire to become? Elephant?”

She couldn’t help it. After holding it in for as long as she could, the man’s question about the coughing fits finally set her off, and she burst out in loud laughter. It took her a few seconds before she regained her breath, and while she was wiping tears from her eyes she managed to talk once more. “Mind reader! I’m a mind r-reader-” Eva cut herself off against with another, significantly smaller laugh. A number of deep breaths later and she started to talk again. “A pterodactyl. The world’s best and also coolest. That’s what I am right now, by the way.”

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stellabenoitx:

“Ah, but, if I was really listening– wouldn’t I have already known what it was you were listening to and thus not needed to ask?” Her eyebrows raised in a playful version of a challenge. Reaching idly for a drink to wash down her meal. Stella’s gaze shifted briefly from her company, observing their surrounding for a moment with some pinch of curiosity. Trying to discern the general mood of her fellow agents given recent events. 

“Yes, actually I am. Fifty-two, to be exact. Please do recall the notion of respecting your elders.” The quip came rolling off her tongue all to easily, as such things usually did. The answer followed with a bit of a shrug decorating her shoulders, “though even if that weren’t the case, i’m of the mind that there’s no such thing as ‘dying out’ in the music industry. Is it being played on today’s top hits? No, but why should anyone have to narrow down their preferences based merely upon what the ‘kids these days’ seem to prefer? If that were the case, i’d be just as shit out of luck in terms of television shows or movie preferences.”

Eva raised an eyebrow at the woman in front of her. “I’m on the verge of saying you’re being difficult on purpose, you know.” Oh, how frustrating it was to talk to someone who dodged comments and fired them back instead of going with them. Still, on occasion, Eva would be inclined to be the same way, albeit just because she disliked whoever she was talking to. But Stella didn’t seem to be malicious in any way- just firing back quips.

At the comments on the music industry, Eva went from an average smile to nearly breaking out in a wide grin. Stella had no idea what she had just done by engaging in a more theoretical conversation. “If we make the assumption that societal tastes change over time, which they do,” Her hands were moving as she spoke, waving around to emphasis each point, “then it’s very likely that as time passes, and more generations are introduced into the world, the preferences of society as a whole will have changed dramatically from the last generation’s perceived childhood. That being said, the ‘kids these days’ as you put it, are shaped in preferences to fit that of the world’s current standards. The music that is popular today will likely influence what the people today enjoy, doubly so for younger generations, who have mostly been exposed to this. You look,” Eva gave Stella a once-over at this point, “fairly young. Certainly not old enough to be raised on music that would sound at all similar to that of Frank Sinatra. But, this is making the assumption that you listen to the radio as a kid, instead of your parents making you listen to what they liked instead.”

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stellabenoitx:

Stella’s eyebrows knitted together in some confusion at the other’s response, “Farm animals? Well, in that case i’m totally dodging out on paying my debts because that’s not really my jam.” A soft smile ghosted into place upon her lips, nodding a bit before taking another bit of food. Patiently swallowing it down before she continues, “Is that a regular thing for you? I mean, being a judgmental prat isn’t necessarily within my manners but, i’ll admit that does sound rather– off color.” As odd as it might happen to sound, she’s not inclined to actively question whether or not Eva is being honest about it. Stella isn’t generally one to pry, and even if she did presume Eva made the answer up off the cusp she’d still not have questioned it any. A healthy does of, ‘none of my business’ being applied. 

The pacing of their conversation was a bit amusing, both of them seemingly trying and possibly somewhat failing to keep it going in any one specific stride. “Personally, I prefer rock music. The Eagles, some Billy Joel. On the other hand, I do also rather enjoy Frank Sinatra and Lesley Gore. Actually, i’m indecisive as all get out with any kind of favorites in that sense.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a fan or not. You listen, you buy.” Eva waved a fork in Stella’s direction, as a sort of tut-tut for trying to escape paying. At the question, she gave a small shrug. Sure, she was willing to pretend that she listened to farm animals on the regular. It sounded a bit odd, but she wasn’t one to give up on a joke, no matter how ridiculous it seemed or how long it went on. Eva was determined, to say the least, thought whether or not that was a good thing was a different question completely.

At the mention of the different artists, Eva raised a brow and reached for another bite. Those were some oldies, and there weren’t many people who would name them before some more modern artists. She swallowed and considered it for a moment. Social cues suggested sharing her own tastes in return, but Eva wasn’t one to talk about herself, even when it came to something as simple as music preferences. Music was so heavily personal, and it could speak volumes on one’s personality. Instead, she went for the easier route, deciding not to mention her likes and dislikes at all. “What are you, fifty? Pretty sure all those bands died out in the last century.”

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agent-summers:

Cass offered Eva nothing more than a sarcastic smile, little to no warmth in her usually beaming face at the backhanded compliment she was offered. She knew that Eva held a level of distaste for her simply due to the fact that she actually did her job and pushed others to do the same. Cassandra wasn’t fond of people who didn’t- they were there for a reason and when someone wasn’t pulling their weight it was pushed onto other agents who, more often than not, already had full plates “No powers- new rules remember. Unless we’re on mission or whatever else” Cass commented in relation to the newest rule changes, one more thing she was sure people were furious about “And even if that wasn’t a rule stay the hell out of my head”

"C’mon. Don’t be like that. You and I both know that I can’t really control it. It just sort of happens, and if I start hearing some of your negative thoughts, well, that’s not my fault.” A pause, and of course, she found it necessary to add in, “Plus, it’s all the more fun if I get to break some rules and have a built in excuse.” They may be at odds at the best of times, but Eva wasn’t cruel, just looking to mess with anyone she could and to goof off along the way. She forced her mind to take a step back as she fixed Cass with an intense look.

She was a bit curious- did Cass think it was personal? Eva had nothing against her in particular, just finding that it was easiest to mess with the more work-oriented people. Plus, she did come off as kind of demanding when they worked together. That made her all the more of a target. Still, Eva was certain that they could have been close; maybe in another life when all of... this wasn’t happening.

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intangiblecharlie:

Charlie shot the other girl a shy grin, plopping her tray on the table and quickly pulling out a book from her bag so she could see.  “I thought it might be quieter over with you” she said, explaining.  “I’m honestly pretty good at keeping quiet when I’m reading, most of the time.”  She paused to put a french fry in her mouth, though her eyebrows were furrowed.  “Wait…is that your power?  Like…mind attraction?  That’s pretty kickass.”

“Wh- wait, what?” Eva hesitated for a second, fixing the girl with a confused look as the assumptions began to fly. “No- that’s not. I’m not... It was a joke. You know, something witty that cool people say to make everyone else laugh?” The sitting down part of the conversation seemed to happen so slowly compared to what came next, and Eva could already tell that she was going to have an... interesting time with this encounter. The assumption that she had powers hit her like a truck, having been so used to hiding it for years before. And the fact that it had almost been right-- it startled her. But Eva recovered quickly, putting her focus back into remaining at least a bit mysterious, despite her pounding headache.

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timelessrafael:

He let out a chuckle, a hundred dirty jokes floating in his mind as soon as Eva spoke. He ended shaking his head, just in case the girl next to him could breath fire or something. “Nope, no extra arms. I’m definitely an average Joe. Sorry to disappoint. ” he mumbled, looking down at his food. He felt pretty comfortable being just average around Atlas. Way less people to let down. It was a nice change, one he was still getting used to. “So passionate about kicking musician ass” he furrowed his eyebrows in amusement, “You’re after all, Luke Skywalker, aren’t you?” he conceded.

Despite her mind’s focus being anywhere but Rafael, she couldn’t help but catch the sound of a thought that sounded a bit... inappropriate. She raised a brow, and did her best not to burst out laughing immediately. That certainly wasn’t what she meant by third arm, but you know, interpret it as you will. She feigned a frown of disappointment as she continued her struggle to not laugh at his thoughts. A moment and a few fake coughs to hide her amusement later, and she finally gave a response. “That I am! You’re learning so quick, young grasshopper. Good news! By this time next year you might even move up a rank from grasshopper to mouse.”

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zoexcastille:

Zoe had actually been paying very little mind to where she chose to sit. It was generally a pretty easy place for her to be around - there were enough people milling about that her attention was never drawn to any one set of emotions, and most people were in pretty decent spirits when it came to lunch time anyway. All in all, the environment worked for her.

Why she was drawn to literally the single least welcoming person in the entire place was beyond her. Maybe she was attracted to a challenge, a subconscious drive to seek trouble and to push buttons when the opportunity presented itself. Whatever the reason, the moment she sat next to the brunette, a curious brow lifted, the corner of her lips pulled into an amused smirk. “I wasn’t aware they recruited Jedi that were so small and snappy. I guess I’ve learned something today.”

Completely undeterred, Zoe plucked a strawberry from her tray and bit into it, her eyes focusing invasively on woman in front of her as she chewed and swallowed, gathering what she could of her over just a few seconds. “If you find it so frustrating to be here, why not  just eat back at your room? Although, speaking from experience, it does get better for people like us the more you immerse yourself.”

Small wasn’t a word that Eva would ever use to describe herself, and hearing it from someone else made it all the more unlikely that she’d ever accept it. Snappy, she could deal with. But small? Eva fixated the woman with her best unimpressed look and straightened herself to get a better look at who was sure to be an interesting conversation partner. There was a moment when she felt almost uncomfortable with the way the woman’s gaze dissected her, but she shrugged the feelings off and attempted to return the intense stare.

In her focus, Eva neglected to steer her powers any particular way, and the stream of voices continued, even as she responded. “Like ‘us’? Honey, I’m not like anyone else.” She let her eyes linger on the woman for another second before returning to her food. "Powers or not.” She added through a mouthful, making a conscious decision not to comment on the suggestion to eat in her room.

It wasn’t that she was against the idea. The last few days had been such a mess, and the orders for the implants and requirement to move into her workplace had thrown her off dramatically... And, well, she wouldn’t admit it, but the woman was right. Eva’s attempt to immerse herself in thoughts would help in the long run, and she knew it. It would just take time to get used to it all.

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TASK 2:

row one. casual clothes. eva’s a big fan of crop tops and they make up most of her closet.

row two. eva speaks her mind with clothing, sometimes quite literally. graphic tees aren’t uncommon.

row three. “work” clothes. she likes to pretend she’s in a spy movie, and everyone knows spies wear black and leather jackets.

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timelessrafael:

“Bummer” he clicked his tongue in disappointment. Not that he cared about how many Elvis impersonators existed really, but for a brief moment he was excited to learn that someone was trying to fuck with Atlas. He really needed to see more people like that around. They had to exist. “That was a terrible impression” he shook his head, letting out a chuckle. “I’ve…never been called average Joe before” he said with amusement, pressing his lips together. For most of his life, he got used to people going on about how extraordinary and talented he was. Those years were long gone now, though, and he really didn’t want to go down memory lane any time soon. “You’re not wrong about that, I’m not into complicated stuff” he agreed, observing around the mess hall. “I say– sitting at the most complicated place in existence, probably. You sure it’s not classical music you’re listening to and you’re ashamed to admit it?” he teased, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

Eva quickly took a few more mouth fulls of food while Rafael spoke. She gave an emphasized nod in response to his disappointment with the Elvis impersonators, with too much food in her mouth to speak. The question of how many people pretended to be Elvis may remain unsolved forever. The world was cruel that way. After considering this, she glanced up and down at him before swallowing and responding. “You seem pretty average to me. What, got a third arm that I’m not seeing under those clothes? Because if you do, then that’s actually pretty sick, not gonna lie.” Her hands went for her earbuds, waving them around a little to emphasize her next point. “Classical music is overrated. Beethoven? He’s weak, and couldn’t beat me in a fight. Mozart? I could look at him the wrong way and he’d cry.” She followed this with an excited grin. They were fighting words, and while it was impossible to fight dead musicians, boy would she try.

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stellabenoitx:

It seemed a bit off color, merely from her own perspective, for the other young woman to have seemingly lost track of the conversation. Partly if only because Eva had been the one to ask the question itself initially. However, it’s something that Stella dismisses easily. Her curiosity only tends to be a factor in her work, when it comes to people she’s happy to keep an arm’s length and establish certain behaviors as merely none of her business. 

“That indeed it is.” Her reply this time around isn’t nearly as animated as before. Her social skills usually requiring some bit of coaxing, which left her with going from rambling on some tangent about the fictional debt she owed the other to instead just kind of awkwardly sitting in place as she eats. It wasn’t anything personal by any measure, conversations just didn’t always happen to come easily to her. At least, somewhat in her favor this time around is that Eva hadn’t necessarily initially seemed eager for her company in the first place. 

“What was it you were listening to?” Stella piped up, kind of offbeat in timing– taking a moment to flip the plastic straw outlet out on her water bottle. 

The sudden lack of enthusiasm in Stella’s response stuck out almost immediately. Eva quickly noted it as her own fault, as she had been the one to leave the conversation hanging. But she didn’t dwell on it, opting instead to move on. What was done was done, and there wasn’t enough time in the world to worry about the past, in her mind. Still, Eva favored upbeat conversations that kept her actively involved, so she found herself regretting her wandering mind. It would be less fun like this, and she vowed to get it back to the pace it was at before.

A second of quick blinking to get herself to focus on what was in front of her, and then Eva responded with a quick, “Nothing. Well, it was something because you can’t be listening to noth- I was listening to a chorus of farm animals all making their signature noises in unison.” She said it all in one go, and stopped after to take in several deep breaths. Making a conscious effort not to go off on a rambling tangent involving sound theory was harder than it seemed. There was no way that she had actually been listening to farm animals, but she said the first thing that came to mind just to get herself to stop talking. It was a bit of a disaster, but really, it could have been worse.

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agent-summers:

The familiar distaste that came along with conversing with agent Ray hit the back of her tongue like bile and Cass realised that she may have made a mistake. Eva was level one, there was no way in hell she’d have any extra information that Cass couldn’t have gotten herself and now she was simply regretted even initiating conversation with the woman “Ass kissing?” she questioned, now allowing her features to look as truly appalled as she was deep down. She had spent the night of the blackout hacking into the system much deeper than she was allowed- whatever Eva thought about her was probably wrong but Cass was in no position to tell her otherwise. Not that she would believe her if she had even tried “Ass kissing and doing your job aren’t really the same thing. You don’t do either, so I guess it’s a little foreign to you, huh?”

Eva let out an audible laugh at that. She wasn’t wrong. The telepath didn’t kiss any ass, and certainly took her time doing her job. She would be the first to admit that Cass was better all around; there was no denying that Eva was hardly suited for the job of an agent. But holding on to Atlas gave her some sense of normalcy. The other agents didn’t give her weird looks because they knew what she could do, and she didn’t have to worry about accidentally outing herself and having to make a run for it. This was the best place for her, and she had decided that months ago.

“Look at you go! So fiery. Love it.” As she spoke, Eva reached out one hand to give Cass a light punch to the shoulder. Immediately after, she began to turn her mind’s focus on picking out Cass’ thoughts among the crowd of people surrounding them, knowing full well that this was an invasion of privacy, but going for it all the same. “I’m getting some real strong feelings of dislike here, Cassandra. Could it be that you don’t like me?” She gave a mock frown to highlight her comment.

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timelessrafael:

Rafael wasn’t sure he wanted to get used to it all in the first place. He looked down at the table, tapping his fingers, he chose not to reply. “You have an unlimited number of resources at your disposal and that’s what you use it for?” he let out a chuckle, nodding his head. “You know, that’s the kind of stupid shit I’d spend my time with, I can respect that” he commented, taking a bite of his sandwich. She glanced at the girl after a moment, something still going through his head. “Out of curiosity, how many are there?” he wondered, furrowing his eyebrows. He looked up to the girls ears, trying to decipher the sounds. “It’s still a chick’s voice though. I suck at telling those apart. Britney? lady gaga?” he tried, though his knowledge in female singers wasn’t the best.

“Dunno. They shut me down before I could finish counting.” At this, she sat up straighter and wagged a finger at an imaginary person in front of her. “’You do that one more time and you’re going to be a lot worse than fired, Eva!’” Her voice fell to a deeper tone as she spoke, clearly trying to imitate the person who had found her out. Falling back into her normal posture, she waved a hand at him dismissively. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. This music’s too complicated for the average Joe.” She didn’t consider herself a music buff, and certainly didn’t think she was above anyone else for her taste in music, but it was a touchy subject for her. It felt so personal, and Eva wasn’t one to get personal. It was better that people didn’t know much about her.

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stellabenoitx:

“Good question,” was all Stella offered up in retort this time around. A little more focused on aiding the process of emptying her plate than before. Since she did plan on training after, she would need the extra fuel to help keep her abilities maintain their proper level of potential. Though recent stress might diminish that in some regard. It was difficult on her part not to wonder if the director really knew the kind of tension he’d unleashed within the hub. 

A somewhat graceless laugh had parted her lips at the other’s brief cowboy impression. An idle, bemused, shake of her head following in suit as well. “I appreciate being the bull in that rodeo scenario, at least.” Another small wave of silence seemed to become of their table, food taking priority over the small talk that had otherwise began to take place between them. 

“A little bit of both.” The answer followed another forkful, and a pause to make sure she wasn’t speaking with any food in her mouth. She wasn’t quite that lacking in manners, after all. “Usually, the sit in my living quarters with a bottle and my box set of The Twilight Zone series type. It’s nice to get out too though, get drunk– embarrass a few strangers.” Stella somewhat shrugged at her own reply, offering it without really requiring to know why exactly Eva might be asking the question of her. 

Eva let her mind wander for a moment, her focus drifting from the conversation to the recent events. Subconsciously, she used one hand to scratch at where the implant had been inserted. Her gaze wandered from her food to different areas of the room and she allowed herself a few moments to check on different thoughts- some voices seemed familiar, but she never went out of her way to match them to faces, so they all buzzed by without any real recognition.

The conversation that the two had been having drifted to the back of her mind and rested there comfortably before she realized that they had been sitting in silence for what seemed to be several minutes. Eva gave a slight jump while she did her best to recall what Stella had said. “Huh? Uh, yeah. Right, right.” She sounded uncertain for a moment before getting on track. “Definitely fun. The embarrassing strangers thing. Especially the ones that are all high and mighty. It’s great to see them get all flustered when you mess with them.” A few quick nods accompanied the statement.

Diving back into her food with confidence would feel a lot easier if she hadn’t fumbled over her words, but this happened enough that she’d gotten over most of the initial embarrassment. Eva used her fork to push around some of the food as she chewed. Her headache certainly wasn’t helping, that much was for sure.

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stellabenoitx:

Manners weren’t exactly Stella’s strong suit. Something she personally would utilize as a reason that she worked best with machinery versus other people. Luckily, this was a somewhat common trait among some of Atlas’ other engineers. Today, however, it is somewhat highlighted by her irritability and the thick tensions buzzing about the hub in response to the director’s recent over the top security mandates. 

“Twenty bucks? I’m really hoping you accept payment in form of popsicle stick houses, because if that’s twenty bucks less I have for alcohol I might just loose touch with sanity. They’ll have to retire me to the pit,” This time, the remark is colored with a bit of a chuckle which makes it considerably more clear she’s not being serious. Stella could name at least one agent that might actually somewhat depend on alcohol, but she herself was not nearly that attached to the substance. 

“Reasons I should be working more on my hand-to-hand combat, so I can defend myself when you eventually do send them boys to collect my debts.” The idle quip is followed by shoving a decent fork load of food into her mouth. Once properly chewed, she’d spoke up again– “You know, normally when you buy a ticket for a concert you know upfront how much you’ll be paying for it. I’m thinking next time you should put up some signage on the table here. We don’t quite get paid enough to just be tossing money at one another.” 

Still, of course, she’s not being serious, merely somewhat running away with the remark made by Eva. Taking a drink, and shuffling on her seat so that her legs were crossed at the ankle. 

Eva nodded as Stella spoke, almost feeling overwhelmed with how much she seemed to enjoy talking. And here Eva thought she was a chatterbox. It should have annoyed her, the noise of actual conversation stacking on top of the constant sounds from other heads. And it would have, if Stella hadn’t mentioned alcohol. One thing in common could lead to powerful friendships, Eva’s father used to say. Not that she was looking for friends. The opposite really, with her knack for avoiding emotional connections. But hey, a drinking buddy couldn’t hurt anyone, right?

“Why warn people when I can work poor saps like you who just happen to wander up? Way more fun to watch everyone fumble for their wallet at the last second. And if they don’t, they gotta get ready for the rodeo that the boys hold.” Eva held up one hand and gave it a twirl, as if she was holding a rope like a cowboy. “Yeehaw.” She grinned, and then settled down to shovel more food into her mouth before saying, “So,” chew, and swallow, “you a party kind of person or a sit alone in a room with a bottle, watching Netflix kind?” Eva did her best to make it clear that she was referencing what kind of drinking she was into-- saying it outright spooked some people, and she wasn’t ready to get into that mess. Not without some proper escape method.

As she said it, Eva glanced over to the door and thought about it for a moment. The recent announcements... She’d only ever lived outside of the Hub. Did they even allow Netflix in here? That would be really messed up if they didn’t.

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timelessrafael:

“Alright, settle down nerd” he said, waving his hand dismissively. Rafael narrowed his eyes, a little confused by the statement. If people were loud, it was most definitely their fault, he thought. “I think they’re annoying” he explained, opening her bottle of water. “They’re all pretentious, full of themselves, following rules and protocols for the silliest of reasons. I guess that’s why I fit in here. Except the rules part, I’m struggling with that” he leaned against the table, suddenly feeling annoyed. He joined for his own decision, he reminded himself. “Wow, I can’t believe the music scene stoop so low that a punk chick wannabe is considered classic” he commented, his usual bite replaced with genuine amusement. 

She gave a shrug. “You know, it’s really not that bad, once you get used to it all. The worst part is that you get in trouble if you spend your work time trying to figure out the exact number of people who dress up as Elvis to make an active living. That’s when the guys up top get mad.” At this, Eva grinned, remembering how furious her supervisor had been. Of course, she’d gotten her work done, too. But apparently you’re not supposed to use Atlas property to goof off. “Trust me, though. It was worth it.” A pause, and she’s still smiling as she continues, “And I wasn’t actually listening to Avril, just so you know. But she’s still a classic.” It was clear that she was being sarcastic, but adding on to the joke always made it more fun.

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agent-summers:

“Haven’t you gone to medical to get your implant?” She questioned, having just gotten hers only moments before entering the room. It was quick and painless but still home how left an uneasy taste that lingered in the back of her mouth “If you have and you still can’t get onto your floor you should talk to the director about that- we’ve still got jobs to do” she concluded, leaning back in her seat. For a second she remained silent, her gaze scanning the many familiar faces that hustle and bustled around the room

“You’re level one” Cass pointed out, large eyes still filled with a juvenile light as they landed on the other girl once more “You don’t have the clearance to do much of anything” She had once been a little, level one computer nerd, she knew exactly what that clearance entailed and it had nothing to do with anything within Atlas or Project Gaga “Unless you happen to know someone who knows something I’m not falling for it… again” Gullibility was something most people knew she suffered from. Cass put too much trust in the people around her, much too quickly and from time to time it got her into trouble.

Eva shrugged off the question. “Yeah, I did. I just haven’t gone back to the good ol’ desk job since. I wanted to take it all in for a while, because it looks like I’ll need to get used to this mess.” She hated the very idea of the implant- the thought that her employers could be tracking her movements around the facility made her queasy, even if it was for their own protection. She wasn’t exactly secretive about where she went, but the fact that the higher ups would know how many times she went to the bathroom was unnerving, to say the least.

She frowned, then. Pulling her hands up, she cupped one on the side of her mouth and used the other to make a thumbs down with exaggerated motion. “Boooo!” Settling down again, she leaned back and looked Cass over. “You’re no fun. I was just gonna suggest your favorite activity.” A smirk made its way on to her face. “You know. The great act of putting your lips to someone’s rear-end. Or, as the kids like to say, ass kissing.”