2007-08-29: Boobpillows

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Benjamin_icon.gif Meryl_icon.gif

Summary: The log title has absolutely nothing to do with this log. It does involve Meryl offering to take off her clothes, though.

Date It Happened: 28 August 2007

Boobpillows


Ben's Office, Hartsdale Facility

After speaking with Felix for a bit, Benjamin has returned to the office. His mood is a little dark, but he's sucking it up. Plopping himself down at his desk, a few keystrokes and the computer is unlocked and he's back to focusing on some spreadsheets. He really should be going to the gym to work on physical shape, but screw that noise right now. He doesn't feel like exercising. He's already slated for more ass kicking training with his abilities the next day. He's resting, dangit.

—-

About an hour ago by company standard time, there was a bit of a ruckuss up on the somethingth floor, where Meryl broke into the security office. She didn't have to break in. After all, she does have a keycard into the security office, but she kind of likes freaking out the guards that are in there when she manages to get in without breaking anything. She is masterful, she is superior, she—

Has successfully figured out exactly where Benjamin is, and is bringing him a peace offering. She knocks on the door to his office, but enters without waiting to see if he even wants her there. Seriously, if he hears her voice before she enters, he'll probably just remotely lock her out or something. WHATEVER. In any case, when she does get in there, she's holding two cups of convenience store coffee. "Hey, Bingo," she offers cheerfully, setting the cups down on his desk, alone with packets of cream, sugar, and also strawberry jam. "Brought you some coffee. I also had cookies, but I ate them on the way. All three dozen of them. I don't recommend doing that, like, ever, but you know, they were oreos, and you always see those internet quizzes that ask you if you've ever eaten a whole box of oreos, you know? So now I can answer yes. They didn't stay in long, I mean, I kind of threw them up after I scarfed them all down in— I dunno, had to be around a minute or something, but— Anyway, hi, how're you doing? Wasn't sure how I liked your coffee, so I brought stuff along, just in case."

—-

Red Alert, Red Alert, INCOMING. Only, alarms don't go off in the little office. Oh no. Just a big bell ringing inside Benjamin's head. He glances at the door when it opens and cries a little inside. Not her again. "It's Benjamin," he corrects her. Quietly. Trying to keep the annoyance out of his expression and voice, he ducks his head down to look at his computer screen. "Uh.. thanks for the thought." The coffee isn't touched immediately as he's not a habitual coffee drinker. "I'll keep that in mind about oreos."

—-

Meryl doesn't sit in a chair. She hops her butt up on Benjamin's desk and sits there, instead. Much more comfortable than a chair. "I guess you didn't like my discovery, huh? That's okay, not everyone likes science." Notably, she's wearing a black T-Shirt that currently says 'STAND BACK, I'M GOING TO TRY SCIENCE' because that's probably actually a valid warning. One never knows. "So I'm sorry you felt like you had to put me to sleep. Have you picked a superhero name yet? You should. Like 'THE INEXPLICABLE BOREDOM MAN' or 'THE CURE FOR INSOMNIA GUY' or somethin' catchy like that. I mean, you have Super Man, and Batman, and— God, Superheroes really have retarded names, don't they? BUT YOU, you could call yourself 'THE GET UP AND GO BLOKE' and totally throw everyone off. Do you like butterflies?"

—-

"It.. wasn't a discovery.. it was mucus. on a slide. Ordinary snot from someone's nose." Ew. Benjamin just grimaces as Meryl helps herself to a seat on his desk and tries to rescue papers from her butt.. without actually touching her butt. Awkward! "Sorry about that," he apologizes. "I sometimes 'slip'." Not so much these days. Accidentally on purpose is more like it. ".. I .. what? No. Superhero names are stupid. I don't want one.. and.. what have butterflies got to do with this?" CONFUSED.

—-

She shoves the coffee cups at him. "Have some coffee," is said, "because I went through all the trouble to get it for you. Actually, it's more for me, in case you try to knock me out again, I have insurance. But I thought it'd be rude to get me some and not you." So have some DAMN COFFEE. The look she gives Ben, her silvery-green eyes wide as she stares at him when he states that super hero names are stupid— Well, she's almost hurt. "Fine, I won't tell you mine then. You know, you stick your foot in your mouth an awful lot, Bingo. Have you ever seen snot before? I mean, really looked at it?" She removes herself from the desk so she can lean forward on it instead, her face suddenly mere inches from Ben's. "Fascinating. That reminds me of Star Trek. Butterflies are pretty."

—-

Benjamin's brows raise and okay, Meryl went to some trouble, but he's now wary, but refusal would be nice and like she would retaliate, right? "I'm sorry about that, really. I still slip. Still learning control." So there, take that little lie! Taking the cup, he holds it for a few moments. "I.. I'm sure you have a nice one.. I just don't see the point in it. Unless it's code for when you're out in the field, or whatever they call it here.. and I can't say that I have. I don't really care to look at snot." Gack! Then she's in his face. HELLO. "Uhm.. could you sit back.. away.. please?"

—-

Retaliate? Meryl? Never. "Everyone does, once in awhile," she agrees, reaching forward to give his shoulder a pat, before finally taking a seat in a chair like a normal person. She gives Ben a look, like she doesn't quite believe him, and once Ben's selected his coffee, she takes the remaining cup, and pours sugar, cream, and that little packet of strawberry jam into it. "Right, so we should start over, huh? Benjamin Winters, I'm Meryl Wolfe." She smiles, and… That's all she says. No torrent of words thrown his way this time, no inane statements about Star Trek and butterflies. "Well, it could be code, I guess. I just think it's cool, though."

—-

Benjamin just stares at what Meryl puts into her coffee.. JAM? OKAY. Not questioning that, he takes an experimental sip from his cup. Ready to spit it out should it taste funny.. So far.. So good. "I guess starting over's good. Since we have to work together, Miss Wolfe." Another sip is made of the coffee.. Apparently it's okay as it is. Maybe a touch gritty, from sweetner, but it's not overly sweetened. That's weird. Simple chemistry about solids dissolving in so much liquid and all that. He sets the mug down and starts trying to work again.

—-

"You're so proper. Meryl's fine." Leaning back in the chair, she props her feet up on his desk, making herself comfortable. Her boots appear to have stepped through mud recently, or something worse than mud. Something mud-coloured, at any rate. "Too bad you've got a partner already. You'd be quite a find. My last partner, Joanna. I miss her a lot. Her and I… We got really good at catching evolved without hurting them, or, hell. Even letting them know they were being watched. Really good at it." There's a moment where the Aussie looks uncharicteristically sad. Joanna's end wasn't a very happy one. "That's how I like to do it. I don't like people getting hurt. But we got careless once, and she didn't make it. I've been off the field for a year." There was an accident, of course. Most agents run headlong into them sometime. "Up to that point, what we did, well. It worked."

—-

"I wanted to wait until I got your okay to use your first name." It's how Benjamin was raised. You'd know this if you ever met his mother. Please never let this happen. The feet on his desk are eyed briefly, and cries some more on the inside. He's gonna need sanitation in here to clean his desk now. In fact.. he tries to nudge a newspaper under Meryl's boots. As sneakily as possible. "I'll take that as a compliment. But I think Doug would object to partner reassignments." Since Doug's a possessively scary bastard. "I'm glad to hear that you don't like it when people get hurt. I don't like it either. Partly why I decided to join when I was more or less asked to."

—-

Despite noticing that Ben's trying to shove newspaper under her boots, she cheerfully lifts up her feet and allows this, without missing a beat. "Sure it is. It's my name, isn't it? I mean, using someone's name isn't rude, and you don't respect me, since - well, I don't think it was entirely an accident when you knocked me out, and now you've put newspaper under my boots." NO RESPECT. GAWD. "There was a guy - about twenty years old. Could snap his fingers and just kill you. Like that." She snaps her fingers. "We bagged him okay. Put him out, carried him to the car. He woke up - went for the one who could cause the most damage." Her boots return to the floor, and she leans forward, arms folded on the desk. "Joanna didn't feel a thing. But the car crashed into a tree, so I think I got the worst of it." She pauses, introspective, before she shakes her head. "Anyway, I have some really awesome looking scars, see?" Pulling up one sleeve, she shows him one that's sort of vaguely star-shaped - except the star has seven points - on one shoulder. "I'd have to start taking clothes off for you to see the others."

—-

".. I believe you about the scars. Please don't show them to me." In other words, pls2benotremoving clothes. Benjamin might have a heart attack. "I'm sorry about your partner. Really. I have a feeling this is like partnering for cops or military. You form bonds with your partner." He looks and sounds sincere as he says this, because it's the truth. He honestly is sorry to hear about Joanna. "And.. sorry.. again about the sleep thing.. and your boots.. well.. they were getting.. I don't know what that is, but it was getting on my desk." What's rude is putting your feet on furniture uninvited. Alas. He doesn't open that can of worms.

—-

Meryl takes a sip of her coffee. "Trust me, if I was showing anyone my scars, it wouldn't be you." Ah, the strawberry jam really brings out the flavour in this convenience store brew. "We were partners for a long time. She was my best friend. Y'know, it's funny. I don't think she much liked me at first. Wonder why." And Meryl was a whole lot less insane when she was younger! Anyway, go figure. "Oh, what, on my boots? That was chocolate, actually. I probably wouldn't ask." In a whisper, she asides, "It's better that way.

—-

That's a relief. No really. Benjamin glances aside at Meryl, and wonders that too about the late Joanna. He thinks he'd slit his own wrists or something if partnered with this loon. Then again.. his current partner has a crazy humping monkey. "… Okay.." He won't ask how chocolate got on the woman's boots. "How long did you say you were with the Company again?"

—-

"Since I was nine," she replies, idly checking her watch. By her calculations… "That's a fun story, actually. I should tell it to you some time. All sorts of amazing things happened, there were people with powers, and — oh, all sorts of stuff. Don't remember my parents really well. They're still alive somewhere, I guess, but their brains are all hollowed out like a cracked coconut." She looks at her watch again. "Anyway, I'd tell you, but I don't think you'd hear it."

—-

Benjamin still hasn't finished his coffee. He's not sure he wants to, something's off about it. "Explains so much," he mutters about Meryl being with the Company since 9. What the hell do they do to kids? Is the work /that/ mind-warping? He's almost afraid to see what he'll be like in a few years. He closes up his work, unable to focus on it. Normally tuning out is easy for him to do. You can't work for most of your life in an open office and not learn how to tune people out, but his concentration is just gone. "… I'm sorry.. it couldn't have been easy for you." Wha? What was that about her parents? "I'm sure they gave you to the Company for a reason."

—-

It's not often that Meryl really displays anger, and… She's hardly angry at this point, but the look she gives Ben is far from the usual. There's seriousness behind it. Of course, she really can't blame the guy; eventually, she shakes her head. Despite the fact that it happened years and years and years ago, it's not something she likes to talk about. It's still painful, and that, more than anything else, is what did all the so-called mind-warping. "They weren't able to care for me anymore." The choice wasn't hers, nor theirs, nor anyone else's. The smile returns. "Everyone who knew me, my grandparents, my brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, neighbors, cousins. As far as they know, I'm dead."

—-

Benjamin reaches for the coffee and takes another drink. Nope. Still hasn't gotten better. The mug is pushed aside. Blech. "I'm so switching to tea. Something's off about that coffee." Blinking a little heavily, he glances towards Meryl. "Sorry.. sorry.. I just can't focus right now. It's been a long day and I should probably get some sleep. I've .." What? He kinda blanks out there, ".. something.. I forgot what, but it'll come to me later."

—-

"Aah, right, there'd be a reason for that." Meryl smiles apologetically. After all, she knows exactly why it's getting hard for Ben to focus. "You see, you can put people to sleep just by thinking about it. Joanna and I, we had to get more creative." She pulls a bottle of Tylonol PM out of her purse, shakes it, and sets it down in front of Ben. "We got really good at it. Really good. You've just had enough of a dose to knock you out for a good night's sleep." See? There's a reason she works with the damn Company. She might actually be good at what she does. "Next time, Bingo, you really should think about knocking out someone who's better at this than you are."

—-

Okay, that's not cool. Benjamin actually looks mad when Meryl explains what she's done. Oh.. it.. is.. so.. on. He's not a vindictive man by nature.. but.. wow. Meryl gets under his skin fast. About as fast as Anders did. For that.. he leaves Meryl with a thank you, just before he caves to a nap there in his office.

—-

Meryl doesn't know it yet. She doesn't know that she'll likely not be able to get a wink of sleep tonight, thanks to Ben's little ability. However, at the moment, she's feeling incredibly triumphant. This was awesome. It's the first time she's used her little trick since she was nearly killed in a car accident. "Take that, you arse," she says. Her eyes roll back in thought, she stands, then moons the poor sleeping agent before taking her purse - and her coffee - and walking gleefully out of his office. Ben: 1, Meryl: 1.

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