open + closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Loxley, Marcus Rowntree, Florent Vascarelle
WHAT: Various activities!
WHEN: Throughout Guardian and Drakonis
WHERE: All around. Training spaces, griffon eyrie, late night kitchen, Kirkwall streets, and so on.
NOTES: Open prompts for all four in comment headers below, also a place for me to just stash some closed stuff. If you want to RP with me any which way, hit me up here or in plork.

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[youwonscience]

That gets the quiet laugh she assumes it was designed to elicit. "Shit, better than the last guy I TA-ed for." She folds her hands on her knee, truly thinking it over. "...yeah, OK. I know Flint has an assistant, it makes a lot of sense. And who knows, maybe I'll see something in a report that'll shake me out of this rut, I feel like half the time I'm just staring at lyrium samples and going in circles these days."

It's an exaggeration, but not one without a small foundation in the truth.

"As long as you think I'm the right fit."

[propulsion]

"Well, levering the next Robert Koch into disproving miasma science should keep you excited," Tony says. "But, uh. Yeah, I can't promise that there won't be reports that'll both ruin and improve your day."

In his experience.

"And yeah, you'd be great. You will be great. Congratulations," and he offers out the scroll to her. In it is a very earth-like sounding employment agreement, including bonus, which he has written in larger letters than the rest.

When she takes it, he adds, "To me, mainly. Super psyched for myself."

[youwonscience]

She laughs as she takes the scroll. "Hey, I'm not saying no to the raise. One day I may even save up enough for a backup pair of glasses." She's definitely had one too many close calls to want to rely on a pair anywhere close to her prescription falling out of a rift.

She glances over the agreement, nodding lightly at the details. "You know, first time it was here, it was really galling to know so much more about modern medicine than nearly everyone and then have to march down to the infirmary twice a month to get spirit healing. Spirit healed? Whatever, anyway, not ungrateful for it, but embarrassing."

[propulsion]

"Yeah. Hey, if we put Dickerson outta the job, he might thank us."

That's a joke. He will take a wizard with magic healing hands over a surgeon should his insides ever become outsides, but there has to be some kind of potential for exponential growth when the two things are paired. And at the very least, the average Joe does not have word class mage medicine.

Tony levers himself off the table, onto his feet.

"It's a bonus, not a raise," just, by the way, as he starts making his way out of the room, "but I'll see what I can do, vis-à-vis eyeballs. I need them for stuff."

[youwonscience]

"Noted re the money." Still better than the last guy she TA-ed for, presumably.

(She's not saying no to a backup pair of glasses; she's had too many close calls.)

As he goes, a last thought: "You want me to start tomorrow morning, or do you need to like ... get some ducks in a row first?"