(2018-10-17) World Domination 101
World Domination 101
Summary: Syd and Conner meet, talk, and perhaps flirt a little.
Date: 2018.10.17
Related: None
NPCs: {$npc}
Scene Runner: {$runner}
Players:
sydney..conner..

Location

Coral Springs Courtyard
The path leads up the hill and into a large cobblestoned courtyard surrounded by four buildings. In the center of the courtyard is a greenspace, landscaped with flowers that spell out Coral Springs. In the center of the greenspace is a large statue, a memorial to the lives that were lost during the attack on the previous school. In the distance the tip of a lighthouse can ben seen. Between the buildings is a view of the ocean. It seems the school has been built on the tallest cliff of the island and has a lovely view of the open ocean to the southeast.

With the view between the buildings it almost seems like you can take to the skies and FLY. Maybe if you had wings, or some other way to FLY you could.

Scene

The fall weather is making itself known, a distinct chill hanging in the air. Perhaps to get some last outdoor time before the cold truly sets in, Conner Masters has taken his work outside. Already changed out of the uniform for the day, he's in khakis and a nice, thick-looking, dark blue sweater. Sitting on a bench, his laptop is sitting open before him, a hand resting lightly on it, a slightly glazed expression on his face as the screen flickers quickly, an essay writing, rewriting, and editing itself on the screen before him.

Sydney emerges from her classes for the day and, like Conner, decides to do homework outside while she can. She finds a place to sit, waves as not to distract him, and rummages in the battered messenger bag that serves her as a purse. Ipad, hunk of iron pipe. She sets the ipad on her knees, gets out a salt shaker, opens it, shakes some on the pipe, and takes a bite. Crunch. Crunch crunch crunch. There are even sparks. She chews a moment, then chuckles. "What's up doc?"

Conner is paying only the slightest amount of attention to what's going on around him, so barely registers another person coming out. Sparks, however, get him to look up, blinking at the metal girl and her metal snack. He blinks a few times to be sure of what he's seeing before raising an eyebrow. "No concerns about an iron deficiency, then," he notes with a half-grin.

Sydney chuckles. "Nope. Lots of minerals. She pauses, looking at Conner's face. "Conner, right? You're on the Metis roster page. I'm Sydney. I'm a brick. I break things." She crunches the pipe some more. Swallows.

"Conner Masters," he confirms with a small nod, watching as another bite is taken from the chunk of metal. "Yeah, I'd say you do. Though I think girder may be more accurate than brick, yes?" he suggests. "Or maybe I-beam?"

Sydney laughs. "It's a job description. Powers description." She finishes the hunk of pipe. "So are you part of the Masters illuminati, or is it a coincidence that your last name is the same as Sky's?"

"I know what a brick is, it was a joke," Conner explains with an exaggerated sigh before nodding. "I am, in fact, big brother to the twins, yes," he verifies, then clears his throat, ignoring the Illuminati comment. "Freshman year, yes? What do you think of Coral Springs so far?" he asks.

Sydney grins. "I thought so. That's why I was laughing." She looks at Conner. "Yeah you're good looking like they are. I was kidding about the whole illuminati thing, by the way. I'm a Freshman." She thinks about the other question and toys with her iPad a moment. "Hmm. Well, everyone's been super-nice. Even your brother, who's the first to tell people he's not nice. He's wrong. It's been a buttload of work just keeping up though. I missed what would have been my 8th grade and 9th grade year, and we're basically skipping it as long as I can keep up. But a lot has changed since 1980. Just learning the computer skills every six year old knows now has been a pain. I have computer skills, but they're on 1970s computers. How about you. Junior? Senior maybe?" She doesn't ask if he's single. Not yet, at least.

"They both try to come across as far less pleasant than they really are," Conner says in a loud stage whisper, dramatically looking around for any would-be listeners before clearing his throat. "Hm, well, the looks are a curse of the Masters Charm." One can almost hear the capitalization. The mention of having to relearn computers, though, gets a shudder then a sympathetic look. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. I would literally die," he commiserates, shaking his head. Clearing his throat, he gets back to the matter at hand. "Yep, senior year. Time to start playing the 'now what?' game," he says with a wry laugh.

Sydney chuckles. "Oh, you probably wouldn't die. You'd just have to be patient. CP/M at 1MHz got the job done, as long as the job wasn't too complicated. But man, I gotta say even my thrift-store LCD panel is a universe sharper than the screens I learned on. I wouldn't go back to those without a fight." She draws her legs under her into half-lotus. "So are you planning college, or go do the superhero thing? Both? I don't know. What DO you do with powers once you're done here?

"Oh, no, I'd die. Because I'd find a bridge and I jump off it," Conner says, tone deadpan. "But in my defense, cutting me off from computers would be like cutting off my arms and legs." He pauses. "Okay, I probably wouldn't jump off a bridge, but I'd probably think about it until I adjusted." He pauses, glancing over at the iPad by Sydney. "Are you working on anything important? And probably college. Maybe global domination. Everyone needs a hobby," he answers with a shrug.

Sydney laughs. "Not at the moment, no. I have homework, but how important is that?" She laughs at college, then world domination. "Maybe there's a degree for that. 'World Domination 101.' If you take over the world, can I be your henchwoman?"

Conner rests a hand on his laptop, eyes glazing over a moment. On the iPad screen 'Not being able to do this whenever I want would be impossible to deal with for a while' appears. Not an app being hijacked or anything, just white pixels on a black screen spelling it out. A second later, the iPad is back to whatever it had been on. He grins across at Sydney and shrugs. "I think the world domination degree is just called an MBA, and yes, I will totally let you be the muscle of my operation," he promises.

Sydney looks at her iPad and grins. "Follow the White Rabbit." She looks at Conner. "That's a really cool power. Could get you into some embarrassing territory if you go fishing through some people's photos though." She grins at the promise. "It's a deal. And I thought business majors ran the world. MBAs, the numbers would have to make sense.

"The coolest power," Conner corrects with a grin. "And I think that might be my favorite movie ever. You have excellent taste." His tone is clearly approving as he smiles over at Sydney. "The business and money route to world domination is no fun, I'd probably major in some sort of engineering. Mechanical, or maybe electrical. Maybe just double major and be done with it," he muses.

Sydney nods. "I dunno. I have no idea what I'd do. I've got some time to think about it though. Maybe some kind of EMT or rescue kind of thing, where having heavy shit fall on me is likely to happen and not likely to bother me." She shrugs and grins. "Hey, I'm trying to catch up on culture as fast as I can. You don't understand 2018 culture if you haven't seen The Matrix. 'Course I wonder if it looks as leather-fetishy to people who grew up in the 90s as it does to me who grew up in the 1970s." She looks at Conner and cocks her head. "I spent 30some years in suspended animation, basically. Came out this past January. So I turn 15 next month, or 51, depending on how you count it.

"Plenty of time," Conner echoes, nodding. "Cop? Getting shot at would hardly be a concern," he suggests, then laughs. "It looks just as fetishy today. Especially Trinity," he adds. "She was a riding crop away from…" he trails off and shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Right. You get the idea. Suspended animation, hm? How does that happen?" he asks.

Sydney laughs. "I thought that was just me who thought so." She sobers a little. "Basically if you lower my body temperature below 40 degrees, my metabolism stops. I'm a mix of living cells and nanomachines… nanoscale cyborgs, if you want to look at them that way, so my metabolism stops, nothing can eat me except rust, and if you keep me from rusting… you can thaw me out and I'll be fine.

"Oh. That…. Sounds really inconvenient. So do you just stay cooped up inside all winter? I don't like the cold, but still, that would suck." Conner frowns, but then switches it to a playful grin. "Soooo, you're a brainwashing away from being my own winter soldier if you end up my henchwoman?" he suggests, laughing.

Sydney shrugs. "I just have to keep warm. I conduct heat really well. If I lower your body temperature to 40 degrees, you'll die, probably. And why would you need to brainwash me?" She grins.

"So just throw a couple expose-to-air hand warmers under your coat and good to go? That's not so bad," he decides. "You know, considering the benefits. Still probably best if I don't set up n by secret lair in Antarctica, though," he decides with a return grin. "No need? Perfect."

You say, "Yeah… secret lair would probably be better on a private island somewhere." She gestures around her. "Like this place." She laughs. "Only warmer. Tropical would be nice. Heat I can deal with.""

"I'm thinking more hidden sub-basement beneath the ultra high security tech firm skyscraper," Conner counters. "We'll keep the temperatures tropical if you like," he offers.

Sydney laughs. "Room temperature is fine. I like tropical because hanging out on the beach in a bikini is part of a henchwoman's job."

"Well I'd be an awful boss if I didn't make it easy for you to fulfill all your henchwoman-ly duties. How about beach-adjacent skyscraper, then?" he suggests with a wink.

You say, "Now you're talkin'." She grins. "So what would my duties be?""

"I'm imagining a lot of the security being semi-automated, with me personally controlling things if needed," Conner says, tapping the side of his head with a little grin. "So with that kind of handling itself, I'd imagine beach lounging and personal bodyguard would be the main jobs. Seem alright to you?"

Sydney grins. "Sounds like a plan. I could see guarding your body."

Conner glances down at himself, then over towards Sydney. "I could think of worse people to keep in close proximity," he replies, matching her grin.

Sydney chuckles. "It's good to meet you, Conner. I'm sorry I have to cut this short, but I need to get homework done so I'm not up all friggin' night.

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