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WHO: ROSE LALONDE and NORMAN OSBORN
WHERE: Oscorp!
WHEN: Forwarded to Friday, the 15th Feb.
WARNINGS: Will edit if anything comes up!
SUMMARY: Rose Lalonde doesn't work weekends except when she's getting costumes and injections.
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever afterwards.

[Rose misses the days when she could sleep in on the weekends. School and her internship have successfully eradicated any hope ever sleeping longer than eight in the morning. For the foreseeable future, at least. Tired and trying to desperately stifle a yawn as she passes by Oscorp's reception, Rose at least looks like the part of Wide Awake and Totally Alert.

She makes her way up towards Norman's office with thinly veiled curiosity. She wonders, vaguely, what it is this time. Her last visit on the weekend had been interesting to say the least. The elevator pings at the correct floor and Rose half-speed walks towards towards his office.

She knocks twice.]

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[ Norman is at the door shortly, smirking sharply when he lays eyes on Rose. It's easy to hide his impatience behind that calm smile, but his eyes as usual are very busy, and he puts his hand on her shoulder to usher her down the hallway very quickly. ]

I'm glad you could make it, Rose. It's a big day, isn't it?

I suppose?

[There's a certain kind of impatience in hurrying someone down a hallway. Rose doesn't put up a fight. ]

You seem very excited, Mr. Osborn.

I don't think you'd be here if not. [ He doesn't grace that observation with a comment, because he don't have time for that nonsense. It isn't long before they're at the lab doors. ] I hope you aren't nervous.

I wasn't until you said that.

[She is, in fact, very nervous. She is probably in over her head. Again. She doesn't show it. ]

After you, Mr. Osborn.

Don't be. There's nothing to be nervous about; you'll do just fine. You wouldn't be here if I thought otherwise.

[ He lets them into the lab with his badge and the complicated security code; there's a few inner doors they have to go through as well. ]

You should be able to walk out of here with everything you need in no time.

"Should," -- I am already feeling far calmer.

[Is now the time for mild sarcasm? Probably not. She follows him in obediently, glancing at the hallway behind them one last time before the doors close behind her.

Well, there's no turning back now. ]

[ He takes his hand off her shoulder and walks across the room to a table where everything has already been laid out. The folded costume rests on a medium-sized glider -- smaller than what he uses to allow for the differences in size -- and a magenta satchel of weaponry hangs looped over the front of it. He stands in front of it. ]

Good. Confidence is the name of the game.

[ He smiles, and gestures idly to a door on one of the inner walls; labs within labs. ]

There's just one more thing I have to go see to. You can try on the costume, if you like.

Ah -- alright.

[There is little chance that Rose is not trying on the costume as soon as she's alone. Or that she won't examine the satchel either. It's very much like being handed a new toy box full of expensive, dangerous dress up things. ]

I think I'll try the glider on when I'm in a space where I'm less likely to break something.

[ There are definitely round, pumpkiny things in that satchel. They're bombs though so be careful, gurl. ]

That's all right. I know the lab space is a little cramped; I'll explain the mechanics to you and you can experiment on your own time.

[ He won't be gone long; about five, ten minutes, returning with some vials and a medical bag. ]

[Bombs -- exactly what a self-destructive sixteen year old needs. Brilliant. It's like Christmas all over again. ]

I expect I will be nose diving off of a lot of roofs.

[In the time he's gone, she manages to pull the costume on with minimum difficultly. She folds her clothes as tidily as one can while entirely preoccupied with other things. She feels a little strange in the suit -- as though she's borrowing something deeply personal. As though Norman is Iona and Rose Andie, and this is prom.

She most definitely eyes the vials when he returns, however. ]

Don't get reckless, now. Practice somewhere spacious and out of the way -- where you have some room to fall but none to crash.

[ He sets out a cloth, laying the vials over it and pulling a hypodermic needle from his bag. He takes his time stirring the clear-looking serum within the vial. ]

And you'll of course want some privacy.

[Don't be reckless -- she nearly laughs. How does one defy nature? Rose has practically made it a profession in being reckless. She is being reckless right now. ]

Don't worry, no one will see me. Not before I see them.

I wouldn't have asked someone I thought I'd have to worry about.

[ He begins to prepare the needle. ]

I prepared a special enhancement for you. You should notice an improvement in your strength, agility, and endurance; I imagine that will also make make a difference.

[Rose cannot remember the last time she had a shot. A long time before the Earth blew up, at least. She eyes the needles with a look of false calm. There is a certain sense of apprehension inside. She can't remember if shots hurt. It seems a silly worry after dying.

Even sillier is trusting that this is safe. She is being foolishly arrogant when she thinks: it's okay, I'm still a god.]

I see you thought of everything.

Can't have you out there unprepared. The air pressure can be a struggle to adjust to.

[ As he well knows. He releases a small squirt from the needle to force out any air bubbles and presses it to her arm. His eyes fix carefully on hers for a moment. ]

Anyway. There shouldn't be any side effects.

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