you're a chemical that burns

[osreborn]

WHO: NORMAN OSBORN, FREDERICK CHILTON, DANGER
WHERE: NOHoPE
WHEN: Friday, 10/4
WARNINGS: ????
SUMMARY: Job interviews + introductions are in order.
FORMAT: Whatever!


It isn't every day that Norman's at NOHoPE, not only because he doesn't need to be because he really does, sincerely, have other things to worry about most days. He's capable of doing his job remotely most of the time, but the reason he does go in as often as he does -- usually two or three times per week -- is to assert his control, remind Danger who's really in charge.

Today, of course, there's another objective. It's been a while since he's gotten to conduct an interview here, and he wasn't about to miss the opportunity. It annoys him greatly when Danger hires doctors without his approval, and though he expects her to be present today he fully intends to make his decision independent of her input. Besides, it has been a while since the hospital had an imPort Chief of Staff, which is ultimately preferable. As unreliable as imPorts can be with their comings and goings, having imPort staff meant there was less friction than when local employees might try to wrest power from the facility. Sure, it was open to imPorts and locals alike. That didn't mean they had any real right to it.

He waits in his office, telling the receptionist to send Dr. Frederick Chilton in once he arrives.

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Function over trust." Chilton's tongue tip poked out, caressing the left corner of his mouth. His smirk cut a predatory shape. "How endearingly pragmatic. It's an angle most of humanity would quiver to consider."

Again, reinforcing that human element, however cloaked in self-deprecation it might appear. One of the more fluid elements, shapeshifting under that inventive cloaking devices -- rhetoric. Having introduced that hue of suggestion, he nodded at Norman, accepting the other man's response with a crisp smile.

He had noted the drop of doctor from the address our of Norman's mouth. It seared like rival knight across a chessboard.

"How do the power dampeners work precisely?" He shrugged, downplaying his craving interest. "That's what most of the populace seemed concerned about, the power dampeners. Something to forestall anyone with Houdini-like phasing abilities, I hope?"

[osreborn]

"That it may be, but we benefit off the fact they have no choice. All of us benefit," Norman said smoothly, his smile sharpening once more in restrained smugness. One war won, a fact Norman took ample pride in. Not because of any will to help, but because he had won.

He adjusted his tie, nodding in emphasis and in agreement to Danger's input. No matter what the "law" felt about it, they had already staked and maintained their claim.

"Of course. Neglecting phasing would be a pretty big oversight. We have dampeners in the walls and dampeners in the medication; offensive and defensive. Patients of course experience the full weight of both barrels, but we can't ignore the visitors, either."

[heartlessglitch]

She was, truthfully, somewhat disinterested in participating in the conversation at hand. Perhaps it was simply her bias against these men, but there was something disingenuous behind the words that had begun to slowly and progressively agitate her. It was small talk, laced in venom. Manipulative. And while she'd never shied from using deception as a tactic against humans, she was particularly resentful of it as a tactic against her.

She kept her silence. Only the slight tension in her face betrayed her impatience and displeasure. But Danger offered nothing towards the conversation. She would leave the posturing to the humans.