we're low in our hearts we're low in our heads

[insufferablysmug]

WHO: Monet and open!
WHERE: X-Factor, City Hall, the skies, shopping
WHEN: 7/27-8/3
WARNINGS: none.
SUMMARY: Monet got ported back in and now she's taking care of business.
FORMAT: Paragraph set-up, but anything goes.

Rictor and Shatterstar both gone was frustrating, at best. Rictor was going to get an earful when he returned for leaving her with the paperwork again. (Maybe she could delegate it to someone else. She did have a team, they had to be good for something. Besides just solving mysteries, that was.)

She didn't make X-Factor her first stop, spending some time flying around the City first instead in dissatisfaction, but eventually she did make her way there and start to sort things out. It wasn't a complete shambles, at least. She hadn't picked a completely incompetent team. Still, there were things to deal with there and liaisoning with City Hall that needed to be done, and though she put it off and did a fair amount of delegating, she was still in the office fairly frequently over the next week.

[ ooc: if none of those options work for you, feel free to stumble upon her working on a case or lurking around somewhere. ]

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[vibraniumweave]

T'challa would usually wait until night to display his capabilities out in the open. Concealed under the veil of darkness and decked out in his Panther gear was the only time he felt comfortable. But in a place where everyone had super powers, he supposed being secretive was a little paranoid. Besides, he had a lot on his mind, and he was too anxious to wait until nightfall.

So, today he was sprinting and jumping across the rooftops in the city, trying to clear his head. That is, until he happens to spot Monet flying somewhere nearby. He was going to leave her be, but he sees her look of frustration and decides to speak up. "It seems as if--" And he stops mid-sentence for a moment so he can jump to the next roof. "--you have a lot on your mind!"

[insufferablysmug]

She recognizes him in general terms, though they've never met. The Black Panther is a well known figure in the mutant community, given Storm's stature. That doesn't mean his interruption is entirely welcome, but sulking really isn't her style and this will mean she's not sulking.

"Too much paperwork for my tastes," she says lightly, dropping from her higher up position slightly to hover nearby. "I didn't realize you'd arrived." Due mostly to the fact that she rarely checked the network.

[vibraniumweave]

It's alright, because he had been that way with most of the people here he had encountered. Knowing them from the general media or the news, but never actually meeting them in person. It was a little strange having people recognize him left and right. He must have been pretty popular in other universes. Though that fact shouldn't surprise him considering he's the King of Wakanda.

"Well I have yet to be here for more than a week. So it's not too surprising." Sure he had made an entry a day or so ago, but really it was just one. And probably very easy to miss with the amount of people in this place. "Not to sound rude but I... haven't really met you where I am from. At least not yet. Are we friends in your world?"

[insufferablysmug]

"Out exploring, I suppose." There's not all that much warmth in her voice, but given that it's Monet, there's a distinct lack of displeasure. She was reserving her judgment, for now.

At his question, she lifted her shoulders a little, elegant and unconcerned. "Not particularly. I've heard of you, though."

[vibraniumweave]

Well he did take note to the neutrality in her voice, but his general expression remains neutral as well. Secretly though he was wondering about her powers. Did she get the power of flight from the City or is it a natural ability? T'challa was always analyzing the people he talked to since everyone seemed to know about him, but he knew anything about them. It puts him at more of a disadvantage than he's comfortable with.

"Apparently so have a lot of others. Am I married to Ororo where you come from too?"

[insufferablysmug]

If he asked, she would most likely be more than happy to tell him about her abilities, mostly for the reason that she greatly enjoyed having them and talking about herself was one of the better options to talk about out there.

"As a matter of fact, you are." Curiosity wasn't high on her list of downfalls (it didn't appear at all, actually, given that the list was empty), but still. "Have you been discussing universe and timeline differences, then?"

[vibraniumweave]

Normally just out right asking would be the most logical thing to do. But he's being difficult, and taking the much harder route of stalking and analyzing. All that good stuff.

"I have been discussing them since the first few days of my arrival." Admittedly, Reed Richards is probably much better at it than he is, but eh. From the looks of things the Reed Richards that is here is much younger than the one from his world. He's not sure how his intellect measures up. Which might be why he hasn't built some kind of crazy dimension hopping machine. As far as he knows. "It's all rather strange being able to experience dimensional theories first hand." And it's all still kind of hard to swallow. "Do you know if there has ever been cases of the same person appearing from two different dimension?"

[insufferablysmug]

Asking is just too mainstream for him.

"It's a subject most people find interesting upon their arrival, despite our universe's long experience with alternate dimensions. Though perhaps your dimension has not had that experience?"

She pauses and thinks back for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not aware of any, no. But I've hardly looked over the network thoroughly. I left that to others."

[vibraniumweave]

Yeah, apparently Black Panther is a hipster.

"I've yet to experience any of it first hand, no. Though I wouldn't doubt if others in my world have." With super powered mutants and all of that running around, time travel or dimension hopping doesn't seem too unlikely.

"Communication through the devices does give an... impersonal feel. If I have a choice, I do prefer to meet in person." Though from what he usually gathers, it's the best way to speak to a wide variety of people at once. And most people use it, so he's been kind of forced to use it himself.

[insufferablysmug]

"If your timeline is younger than ours, your experience might not be as common as in mine." Only every day. How many had she visited before she turned 18?

"I can't be bothered with them. Too many people complaining about their lives, as if they expect us all to care." A casual shrug. The subject doesn't concern her much one way or another. "I check occasionally, but for the most part there is nothing worth seeing there."

[enigmaestro]

Edward was in his office come Tuesday morning, donning his full suit to hide any bruises that might have been acquired from his previous and most recent encounter with Norman. Norman Osborn was a gestalt experience, something impossible to break down -- no matter how tantalizing the hypothetical pieces were -- and even Eddie had to admit that obsessing over the immediate matter was fruitless. He had more pressing matters, more palpable horrors to contend with.

A habit to kick, a madman to condemn. A death penalty to consider. Very pressing matters.

The sound of his pen trapping against his desk broke the otherwise thick silence of his domain. He waited for a specialized report to come, the sort of data with numbers crucial to refining his next proposal for Mitchell.

[insufferablysmug]

Monet took the most pleasure out of the physical parts of their work, but that didn't mean she didn't know when in person contact with the people in charge was a good idea. (The answer was never when Jamie was involved and always when she was.) And that was why she was bringing this particular report in person. The Deputy Mayor might not be the Mayor himself, but he was still someone it would only benefit her to be in personal contact with.

She knocked on the door briefly and followed it in without much more preamble, confident and calm, holding the report up in one hand. "I believe you wanted to see this, Mr. Nygma?"

[enigmaestro]

"Deputy Mayor Ny -- oh." His correction died as he looked to the messenger. "Why yes, ideal. I was just thinking about this specific data form, actually." The words hung in the air for a moment, as if unsure where to go. He cleared his throat and resumed his more normal, smoother demeanor once again.

"I assume it wasn't too much trouble for you? I can't say every individual manages information well, and I'm always on the lookout for more steadfast channels."

[insufferablysmug]

She raised an eyebrow at the start of that, but returned to her slightly self-satisfied smile when he switched directions mid-sentence. That would be why Jamie was banned from liaison even if he did show up here. "I have excellent timing," she said, and placed the folder on his desk before sitting down, crossing her legs. It was clear she had no intention to simply leave quickly.

"Oui, ça va. It was no difficulty at all, my team is very dedicated." Her team was very very new and needed the good will of City Hall, as much as the concept of needing anything might grate on her. "And I manage information very well."

[enigmaestro]

"Je suis soulagé," he replied with an easy smirk. "Because it's so hard to find competence in people nowadays, one is always surprised at the sight of it." He stood up from his chair, walking around his desk in a fluid motion. Hands in his pockets, chin up and grin alert.

"You've must have rose quickly, to have already amassed a team. And to think, we haven't even been properly introduced."

[insufferablysmug]

"Quite." There was a pleased look in her eyes for a moment, even a minimal return in French unusual. "It makes it so much more pleasant finding it, though."

She remained seated, but her eyes followed his movements. Interested, calculating to a certain extent.

"I already had a nucleus to start with, and it would seem that we have a wide variety of Imports with experience in our area." She paused. "Monet St. Croix. It's a pleasure."