|Data Driven Research|
|Location||Lounge - X-Factor Solutions|
|Summary||Moody interrupts Vega upgrading the holoprojector, and through chat, they come up with a project.|
| The lounge is the one place in X-Factor that shows some signs of personality, and as such, it's far more comfortable than either the sterile neatness of the front entrance or the sleek tech of the conference room.
One wall has been painted kelly green, a color which sets off the less-exciting black of the refrigerator, cabinets, and microwave that make up the tiny kitchenette area. Another wall has already earned some graffiti. It's become common for new employees to leave a signature of sorts, scrawled somewhere on the wall in varied-colored marker. They range from literal signatures to symbols and pictures depicting mutations or call signs or some other mysterious image. They appear to be getting more elaborate as time goes on.One wall has been kept clear for a holoprojector that can be configured for use with any number of technologies, though its most common use is as a television. A pair of couches long-since worn down into narcoleptic comfort flank it, and a single wingchair sits opposite the coffee table set between. Behind the comfortable cluster, a small round table can seat four, and next to it a staircase leads up into the offices.
| It is a winter night. The weather is cold and fair.|
Vega has been left alone in the offices for too long. At least, that is probably the case as she sits cross-legged on the floor with the casing of the holoprojector around her. It has the look of a toddler gotten into chaos, her brow furrowed in concentration and her pink hair tossed back over her shoulder as she gently adjusts its delicate inner workings. They are going to get TV channels from /space/ by the time she done. Or just the UK.
"Are you supposed to be messing with that?" The door didn't open, but there's a Moody suddenly standing behind Vega, peering down at the woman with interest. She's not standing on anything important, at least. She's got a cup of cheap deli coffee in her hands, clutched around them to warm up, and the hint of cold winter air clinging to her clothes speaks to her having been outdoors only moments ago.
"If it will behave itself and not be causing data sync issues then I wouldn't have to," Vega answers without looking up for a moment, finishing the slight adjustment to the device. Her fingertips are immaculately clean for having been tooling around, a small set of tools settled at her side. Tipping her pink head up, she regards the other woman with a lift of her brows. "Hello though."
"I was going to watch a movie, since J's out of town and unlikely to catch me at it. Do you like musicals?" Moody asks, then pops her coffee down on the table while she starts shedding layers. Coat, scarf, hat, first sweater, second sweater. When she's down to just a long sleeve shirt on top, she returns and plops onto a couch.
"If you'll give me about five/ten minutes, I'll have this back together and you can make merry with your musical," Vega promises with the edge of a smile. Her question comes a beat later with a lift of her brows, "Who is J? I mean, my guess would be Wallace?" But there could easily be more than one 'J' in the company. A black leather jacket hangs off the wingback chair, which is probably hers, leaving her in a sweater and jeans. "Yeah. I wouldn't call myself a fan, but they're diverting."
"J is -- yeah, Jeremy Wallace. He was my drama teacher back in school, actually, but he's not exactly 'Mr. Wallace' most of the time." Moody folds her legs up and sits with them tucked beneath her, watching the proceedings with the television with some interest. "You're Vega, right? I think I saw you at Mardi Gras, maybe, but honestly I was surrounded by highwaymen and a bit gone on rum, so." She shrugs merrily. "That's Mardi Gras for you."
"Back in school? He... yeah. I suppose I can imagine him as a drama teacher, I've spoken to him very little," Vega admits with a tip of her head. Although she glances up at Moody to speak, the bulk of her attention is concentrated at the ends of her fingertips as she methodically finishes her adjustments. "Ah. Yeah, that's me. I don't think I caught your name," she offers apologetically, before chuckling at the latter statement. "Isn't that a sign you've correctly Mardi Gras'd?"
"I certainly had no complaints. I'm Addy Moody. I teleport and time travel. Hi." Moody wiggles her fingers in a wave. "And it's nice to meet you." Her attention drops to the tech again and she asks, "So, you do like, electronics and stuff? Or is that just a hobby?"
"I'd hope not. Terrible rogues if so..." Vega trails off, letting that statement finish itself in implication. "D... Vega Zhang," she supplies politely, catching her slip, gaze lingering a little long as she smiles back. Hello. "You as well. Although, I think I'm less exciting than in a sequined mask, so you've been warned." In a very mild, not at all, sort of way. "Yeah... I guess, yeah. I do electronics and stuff." Her mind takes a minute to roll over abilities. "Technopath is the decided term. I think," she offers awkwardly before jumping to, "Time travel must be pretty cool."
"It's theoretically very cool but practically life destroying on a regular basis," Moody says...moodily. She grabs her coffee and clutches at it again, thawing out red fingers. "I can't control it. I blip out totally randomly and no matter what I do, I can't figure out how to know when I'm going to go. That's my goal right now, sensing it before it triggers. Someday I'd like to be able to, y'know, /not/ travel through time randomly. Holding down a job for more than a week or so would be nice. I tried setting up a camera and all but it wasn't very helpful." She crinkles her nose.
The holoprojector is ignored for a moment as Vega's attention fixes on a new problem: Moody's. "I can see how that would be rough," she says lowly. Watching the other woman, her fingers crawl along her thigh like a piano scale as she considers the issues at hand. "Do you usually teleport when you time hop or are they independent? I take it the camera didn't go with you... back in time."
"I had it set up to watch me -- I was trying to observe if there was anything that indicates a trigger. Like, do my pupils dilate? That kind of thing. I know my Eye has basic health functions and all, but it's the cheapest model and it isn't very reliable." Moody purses her lips. "I always travel in space as well as time, though not always very far. I don't control where I end up, either. One minute I'm in my pajamas eating oatmeal, the next I'm in 1932 Long Island freezing my ass off. It's enough to turn a girl into a nevernude."
"Yeah. Some of the cheap models do boosts on things like step counting or hours or sleep so you can feel like its working and want another one when they break," Vega agrees, her booted foot tapping in the air. "So you keep what you have on you? Seems like you'd want something monitoring your vitals... I mean there are animals used to sense seizure triggers, but we've got a lot of technology these days that does a similar thing less well. Unless you can train a dog to do that - I mean." That'd be kind of cool. She winces at the description of the jump. "That sounds...like a heck of a wake up call."
"It's not the worst I've ever had, but yeah. It kind of sucks. I would /love/ to like, record my brain so I can see what's going on before it happens. Sometimes I think I have a feeling like it's going to trigger, but honestly, most of the time it's just 'poof!'. They could never much make heads or tails of it at Xavier's, but then, they were mostly trying to get me to stop traveling. It's kind of dangerous for a kid to do it on their own, you know? Much less a medium-sized black female kid." Moody waves to herself. She is not Ms Muscles. "They hooked me up to an EKG once, but I didn't travel while I was strapped into it and I didn't want to sit there all week until I did, so..."
"Traveling through time is one of the last things I'd want a kid to do un-escorted," Vega agrees, lifting a hand to drag it back through her hair. Her features pull into a thoughtful kind of wince. "Brain and heart seem possible.. but if you don't know what is causing it, you'd probably want to monitor as much as you can and then look for what is a baseline versus what is out of tune or irregular," she suggests, picking the holoprojector back up to set a few pieces back into place. "Mutations are so varied it could just as easily stem from a chemical shift versus a standard metabolic one. How do you get back?" Here. To the Current time.
"Same way -- poof. No control over that, either. I usually end up not that far away. Trenton's as far as I've landed. Which is inconvenient when one is naked. I have to get creative sometimes." Moody grimaces. "I make it sound so dramatic, but honestly, most of the time it's just annoying, not dangerous. I get interrupted. I can't be relied on. Rohan's cat nearly starved because I was stuck in the Bronx in 1982 for the better part of a day."
"Jeeze." For a moment that word is all she has and it isn't really sufficient for the magnitude of the problem at hand. "You can transport things though? Like your eye or whatever when you aren't unfortunately naked at the time," she verifies with a tip of her head. "On the upside, it's a cat. It would have started to stalk it's own food if you'd been gone longer," Vega quips, replacing the paneling on the holoprojector as she finishes up her tinkering.
"It's just a baby," Moody says quietly and looks down. "But yeah. I can bring stuff back. Anything I'm carrying comes with me. No people, at least until I ran into that amplifier the Russians were using. You should see my InstaSnap feed, if you want. The Eye only has limited offline storage, but it's a fun hobby."
"Hey... It was alright, right? You made it back," Vega reminds softly, setting aside the projector with a 'click' as its plastic casing is re-seated. "See if you can find like a... old fitness monitor or something. I can't do much with software, but I might be able to at least get something recording baselines for you?" She offers, rising slowly and setting the projector back into its base. Moody's note on her InstaSnap does garner her interest. "I bet. Send me a link?" Her eye flickers pink, a finger reaching out and sliding Moody some contact info.
Moody flicks her fingers and sends over her contact info, including a link to her picture feed, "I can see what I can find over in the bargain bins in China Town -- and thanks. That'd be really helpful." She takes a long breath and smiles, "I just want a life, you know? I'll definitely owe you."
"Something that you can wear on like your wrist would probably be best... Eyes are finicky and sensitive," Vega suggests, lifting her hand and cycling through some image examples before flicking a few choice ones over towards Moody. That one. And that one. And that spacey-ass looking fitbit futurism. And that one which has a close up of a brand. "I can't guarantee it will fix anything, but there will at least be some data." She nods her head before bending to collect her tools into their neat, metallic box. They lock in place with a magnetic click. "Yeah. I get. It's worth a shot." Flashing Moody a smile, she tips her head in agreement. "Sure."
"So, want to stay and watch movies? I'm thinking of working my way all the way through the classics until I fall asleep." Moody grins. "I can even score popcorn and red vines if you're into it."
"Uh..." The invitation catches Vega off guard for a moment before a slow smile works its way into place. "Yeah. Alright," she agrees. "You've won me over with the suggestion of popcorn." The corners of her eyes crinkle a little as she drops down onto one of the couches, rolling up her pant leg to reveal her prosthesis and slotting her tools into a compartment on the back side. Whistling at the holoprojector, it starts up after a moment to illuminate the clear wall."Sweet! Be right back," Moody beams and pops away right from the couch, reappearing maybe ten seconds later with a box of microwave popcorn from her kitchen. "I've got a playlist ready to go -- I'm feeling like some Gene Kelly tonight, I think. The man's an amazing hoofer." She bops around getting ready and settling in for a long (goofy) movie night.