2008-01-27: Favors

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Gene_icon.gif Charlotte_icon.gif

Summary: Charlotte needs something from Gene. Gene gives it. For a moment, Gene thinks he will have completed his mission… Only to fail by a mere word.

Date It Happened: January 27th, 2008

Favors


Pinehearst Research - Engineering Department

The Pinehearst smarty-pants area is constantly dealing with people going in and out. Everyone has a desk, one assumes, and this area more likely than not isn't available for all visitors. But the swipe of an ID badge might bring someone of a higher caliber (though not /that/ much higer) in here for whatever reason. The fact that it's late in the evening, however, means that it's not nearly so busy. Perhaps only a few smarty-pants may be seen around here. But there is a soft click at the door as an ID badge grants access.

Charlotte Corday slips inside, and yes she used the door. She got lost three times trying to find this place, as teleporting is so much easier. Greener, too, as far as she's concerned. Today she wears a black pair of slacks with a pink blouse. Simple, but effective. As she closes the door, the woman turns to look over her shoulder at the room, doe-brown eyes seeking out someone…
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Dressed in the same attire he almost always wears at work, Gene is dressed in his white dress shirt and his black pants. The only sign of 'flaire' is his tie, which is black with a three gold triangles upon it. Geeks, gamers, and random others will know it as the Triforce. Those that do not will be pitied by the geeky man.

Currently, Gene's working late at his desk, just messing around with his computer. He's trying to look like he's working, as he doesn't want to give off his true genius. He's found the average working time is two days for the project he's working on… So he's making it seem like it's taken him that long.
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"Hello." Charlotte manages to move up towards Gene rather quietly. She peers towards him, bending a little almost as if one were looking at a kid, or…at someone at a desk. Slowly she stands, tenatively, giving him a polite, even friendly little dimple of a smile. "I was wondering of someone down here could help me." At such a late hour, too. Still, she's very smiley! "Is this where I can ask…um..technical questions?" Indian phone operators and geeks in the basement of Pinehearst. Same people? To Charlotte - perhaps!
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The soft tapping of keys from Gene's keyboard and one or two others in the office are broken by a single word. The 'Geek God' just about leaps out of his chair. Gene looks back to see that Charlotte is looking at him. "This is the engineering department, but I suppose I could field your question for you needed." He glances back to minimize his three dimenisonal schematics to before continuing on. "The computer hotline is kinda a joke around here," the young man admits with a faint chuckle.
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Charlotte blushes softly, offering a soft giggle to his comment. "Well it's a life saver to people like me, I'm sure. I can barely turn on a computer." It's true. She spent her life poor, and computers are expensive. "I actually need to find some files, but I'm having some trouble getting around to them. Maybe you could help?" She pushes some rogue hair behind an ear.
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"Finding files?" the dark haired hacker repeats, a slightly defensive edge already creeping into his voice. Despite his caution, he seems like he is willing to help. "This something you lost on your laptop or something? I've worked with computers for awhile now."
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Charlotte shakes her head. "No, something like that? Well I suppose not." She confesses, moving to stand beside the man. "I have access to all sorts of files, personel files. But I'm having trouble accessing a couple. I was told someone down here might be able to help." She says, reacing up to touch the badge pinned over her breast pocket. See? She's legit. "Is there any way you might be able to do that?" She asks, tilting her head just so. A few more strands of hair fall across her face, resting gently just above her dimples.
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There is a silent pause, Gene's clear blues looking straight into the woman standing before him, as if trying to figure her out. Sadly, Gene really lacks the skills to see beyond the surface in times like this. She's an attractive woman asking for a favor, making her the third this month. Daphne wanted him to do something illegal when she came down here, Niki didn't. Which catagory is Charlotte? Gene figures he only has one way to find out. "Let's see what I can do… Now what exactly are we accessing here?" Gene asks, merely starting to bring up Pinehearst's webpage, bringing up the employee login.
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Charlotte also looks innocent. Young, natural, brown hair, brown eyes, and dimples. Dimples everywhere. Actually only two of them, but they're very pominent. "Information on a man named Petrelli." She expresses, walking over to stand by his chair if he'll allow. She offers her hand to him. "My name's Charlotte, by the way." And that's what her ID badge says too, sort of. C. Corday, just below the smiling picture of the girl before him.
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"Petrelli? You mean like Nathan Petrelli or Peter?" After all, those are the only two Petrelli males he heard of. There is a slight quirking of an eyebrow and Gene's forehead gets a wrinkle or two. Clearly, he's familiar with the name, but perhaps it is merely because of the political ties.

Of course, then the geek realizes that there is a hand in front of him and what seems to be a higher up is giving her name. "Gene. Gene Kensington," he replies and gives a weak shake.
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Charlotte has soft hands, and her shake is somewhat feminine. Still as she gets close enough for the shake, she has a light perfume of some sort of African musk, like a richly-scented flower. "Gene, it's nice to meet you. Yes, actually, to both." She says to his question about the Petrellis. "I need everything the database thingie has on them." Database thingie? It's sure she's not making friends fast down in this department. "Like I said, I can't get it to work for me." Probably because at least one of those names, if not both, she shouldn't nesissarily be getting a file on. But if she can bluff it, go for it.
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"Them? I thought you wanted information on /a/ Petrelli. You SURE you are allowed to do this?" Gene points out. Or he would if he were really on the ball. But the hand is soft and the musk is strong. Damn his geeky weakness to girls.

Blushing faintly, Gene turns toward his computer. "Let me try and access it through the system…" Typing in Charlotte's name, Gene then turns the keyboard over toward the woman. "I'll need you to type in your password and then we'll see what the problem is."
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Charlotte gives the man a sweet smile as she bends over - yes, bends, she's really doing this and that blouse isn't as high-cut as it ought to be - and quickly types in her password. Her keystrokes are quick and little dots come up on the screen in the passcode section. "I tried this, and it works for every other name I could possibly type in except for these two. I can't figure it out, and my boss will kill me if I'm not ready to roll on this stuff by morning." So it's a rush job too. Hah, having boobs is fun.

The blush never leaves Gene, only redding as Charlotte reaches across. His eyes go the screen swiftly, not wanting to risk doing something as stupid as he did with Niki. Why did he have to work around so many older cute women?
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Once the typing is done, Gene works on the kyeboard, trying to access the needed files. If her access is enough, it will let him in and he'll just give her a "There we go". If there is an 'ACCESS DENIED' as Charlotte seems to suggest, Gene will glance over. "This isn't a simple 'I can't find it'… It's saying you can't look at these."
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The end result is neither end of the spectrum that Gene seems to expect. A very brief file on each comes up. But they're very brief, and it seems a deal of the information is restricted. "See….here. I should be able to view the full files, but it's not letting me." She kneels down beside Gene's chair, pointing at the screen with what comes up.
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In Gene's mind, restricted is restricted. While he's being more than willing to hack The Man's stuff in the past, Gene's seemingly more cautious and hesitant to do illegal activities while in the employ of Pinehearst.
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The geek types and types for awhile, frowning more and more as he does. "The system is saying that you aren't able to access this information here and here…" Gene points to the basic information that should not be so basic. "…due to level issues. I'm sure you can talk to your boss tomorrow and he'll understand. I'd offer to fix it, but I don't have the clearance AND it's not even my department… I'm supposed to be in Engineering not IT," Gene admits with some chagrin.
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Charlotte sighs, turning to look at Gene. "Is there any way you could fix it for me? I'm a field representative…" after all, her title as P.R. rep includes many other things. "…and I need this information for tomorrow like I said. It's a matter of safety." Pointly, hers. "I had a copy of Nathan Petrelli's file before, but I need an updated one before I try to talk to some people agian." Really, Gene. Woul dyou let this little thing go out without the proper information to keep her safe? "If you can manage it….it would really be a huge help to me."
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The Geek God tries to think this over for a bit. "How about this? We get you in now, and then tomorrow, we report it in? That way, you get your report in on time, but then we make sure that we haven't done anything wrong." Of course, Gene doesn't understand what's at stake. All he thinks is that a woman is fed up with the system and is trying to break company protocols in order to get what she wants. "I mean, I'm sure they wouldn't fire you over something like that, right?" Gene inquires with a slightly concerned brow. He might not know what EXACTLY goes on, but the more he is able to gleam, the more he knows that this is NOT the cheerful genetics research plant of the future that he was told it was.
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Charlotte offers to speak, but the phone goes off. She lifts it and sees the intials on it (all friends and others are listed by initials). She steps away. "Excuse me a moment, Gene." She answers. "Yes? Right now?" She pulls back her watch to glance at it. "I can be there in 5 minutes. No, just stay there, I'll pick you up. I know, I know. Bye." She hangs up, looking at Gene. "That sounds fine." She actually agrees? "If I can just get everything worked out tomorrow, with the meetings and the funding, then I won't be late and I can get my supervisor to do this properly." She rubs her eyes with another little sigh. So much going on, all at once! "If I can be back here in an hour, will that be enough time?" She's so bringing this kid a present, too.
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"I'll see what I can do," Gene admits with a sigh. In the back of his mind, an idea hits him. Fate has given him a big fat door to knowledge, all he needs to do is walk on through.

Gene doesn't say he's going to check out a few other names when he gets Charlotte the needed access. After all, if Evie IS actually being held here, there will likely be a file on her. He won't bring up that he will be opening Evie's file if he finds it. If she asks, it will be easy to explain after all, she doesn't know computers and he does.

"Should be, Miss Corday… I'll do what I can." Yeah, he calls her by her last name. After all, he still thinks that she's higher up on the food chain than him.
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Charlotte might be, and that little bit of difference might be all that she needs. Another smile is given, this one perfectly sweet and sincere. "Thank you, Gene. By the way…do you like chocolate or blackberry?" What a random question, but she seems perfectly serious about it as she stands, ready to turn for the door. "I figure I owe you at least something for helping me keep my job."
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Her job is riding on this? Gene barely is able to fight back a grimmace. Maybe he can ask her about Evie instead of just pulling up the file… After all, he wouldn't want a nice woman to suffer for his attempts to save a girl's life. "Blackberry," Gene offers with a weak smile as he turns his chair to completely face Charlotte. He rubs his neck, clearly unsure of the situation. "You don't have to get me anything… I'm here to help, after all."
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Charlotte shakes her head, and now the blush touches her cheeks. "I like to bring people food…it's a bad habbit after spending too many years…well it's a bad habbit." She gives the man a wave. "I'll be back in about an hour, Gene. Thank you."

* SOME TIME PASSES. OTHER NEAT STUFF HAPPENS IN OTHER PLACES. *

Charlotte waited about an hour before she made her way back, and when she enters she's clearly a little flustered, her cheeks akwardly tinted with pink. It really is impossible to get your foot in any door in this town, isn't it? Still, as she moves into Gene's area, she gives a dimpled smile. "Hi Gene."'
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Turning back from the computer, Gene blinks to find Charlotte there. Looking back with a slightly awkward smile, the young man offers a simple wave. "Um, hey… Everything okay?" he asks, wondering if he already screwed up already. He does seem skilled at screwing up, after all.
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Charlotte gives Gene a tired smile. More tired now than she was an hour ago, but leaving those two alone makes her woozy. For a number of reasons. "I'm just not as used to this city yet as I think I need to be to be able to function properly, but thank you for asking. That's very sweet of you." She moves easily towards his desk. "How's it going here?"
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"It's going alright… Not that hard getting in and making the changes. I've upped the level of access just for those files by making an exception for your profile. I'm still working on the 'clean up' now by restricting everyone else. After all, sure the boss wouldn't want everyone with a similar level of access as yours to get information they shouldn't." The techno-babble given, Gene rubs his arm with his free hand as he looks down. "I'm still not sure about this. You sure this isn't gunna come back and bite me or you in the butt, right?"
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Charlotte stands beside the desk. "You don't have to do all that. If I can just get a copy of the files, you can go ahead and return everything to the way it was and I'll let my supervisor deal with the rest." For a moment, she takes his question to heart. Here she is, using company resources she shouldn't even have in order to do something the company didn't order her to do. What the hell is she doing? But she knows she's protecting Niki, her only friend. But after this, it has to stop. She loves her job, she wants to help if they'd let her. This is the last time. "Gene, if you really don't want to do this, I'll understand." Her eyes, filled with that doe-brown concern, look down at him. "But I really am trying to do my job." And…other things as well.
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"The more I work here, the less I believe anyone is really doing that," Gene states with a sigh. Why would she want everything changed back if it was stuff she should have in the first place? Like the passive aggressive he is, Gene doesn't say anything on it, merely pressing PRINT. As the papers on Peter and Nathan print, Gene asks an odd question, almost soft enough to be lost under the sounds of physical files being made.

"The name Evie ring a bell to you?"

Charlotte walks over to the printer, waiting for the things to print out. She listens, pauses long enough to let the name be processed, then shakes her head. "No, not offhand. Can I ask why?" She turns, while the printer continues to hum, to reguard Gene curiously.
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"If you don't know, don't worry about it. Seems like you've got enough on your plate," Gene offers with a smile, though the disappointment is visible on his face.

The Geek God appears ready to say something else, when suddenly he stops himself. Seemingly fighting the gag reflex, he gets out a simple, "If you'll excuse me…" Gene getting up to move toward the bathroom. He doesn't even give time to let the door close, perhaps the sound of vomiting being heard in the background… Unless Charlotte is foolish enough to stop him, which might result in her getting an unwelcome color to her charming low-cut attire Well, it had to happen while he was in a meeting sometime.
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Charlotte has enough time to answer before he runs off. "Is there something I can help you with, Gene?" All he has to do is as-oh my god what's happening? "Gene?" She asks, seeing him turn to run off. No, she doesn't stop him, but she does follow him into the bathroom. No privacy! "Gene? Are you alright?" She looks for him, following the lovely sounds. Oddly enough, there's real concern, nay even fear in her voice. What's wrong?
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By the time Gene is done seeing the water and soda he had earlier return forcefully, he finds that he has company. It's roughly thirty seconds of him giving offerings to the porcine god, after all. Taking a couple deep breaths when it seems to be over, Gene pushes up to a mostly standing position, using the walls of the stall to support himself.
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"Been better. Everyone's got crap to deal with… There's mine," the young man states with a nod toward the toilet before he flushes. Gene wobbles out to get a paper towel, wiping the sides of his mouth to make sure there is nothing on him. "Sorry you had to see that," he concludes, his tone beaten by temporary fatigue and shame alike.
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It seems that Charlotte has a motherly streak in her a mile wide. As Gene comes out to wipe his mouth, she gets a towel of her own and literally leans around to help clean him off, making sure there's none on his clothes or anything. "Don't worry about it." She says, giving him a friendly smile. All friendly now, nothing professional. "When I was about 18 I got a fake ID and drank myself silly every opportunity. Goodness knows I've seen my fair share of vomit, and it was my own fault what's more." She tries to catch his eyes, to give him a reassuring look. No need to be ashamed!
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"It's just something I deal with from time to time. Not as much since working here" After all, Gene isn't able to use his gift nearly as much as he could when he was at Lancaster Electronics. "…But it has nothing to do with drinking. I guess I'm just 'special' that way." Gene offers a small but warm smile at Charlotte as she tries to take care of him. "Here, let's get out of the bathroom… Don't want people to start wondering," he says with a face that would try and chuckle. Of course, Gene doesn't as laughing after puking is ill advised.
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Charlotte laughs, though, as she didn't puke. "I think the people I was meeting would have left by now." One hopes. She heaves another sigh. "Well…everybody's special, right?" Even her? Perhaps so. She follows him out of the bathroom. "Let me advise you that drinking is a horrible way to get sick, and I don't recommend it except on special occasions."
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"Well, I don't plan on drinking unless I turn 21, so it's not something I'm really worrying about right now." An odd choice of words, but not one that Gene intends to staying on. Seating himself in his chair with a slump, Gene continues on. "Either way, if you run across the name Evie, just let me know… I promised someone that I'd make sure she was okay."
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Charlotte can't contain a secret little grin as he speaks. "Evie?" She asks, picking up the files. "Are you looking for her?" She stacks them away in manilla, slipping them into her bag before turning back to face Gene. "You helped me, Gene. I think I can help you now too, as sort of a thank you for doing this favor for me." Because it's what she does. She finds people. And he's sure to keep this quiet for a favor in return, right?
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"Really?" Gene offers, his eyes growing as large as saucers. If he had known that helping Charlotte would result in this, he wouldn't have beat around the bush like he did. "If you did… You'd have no idea what that would mean for me. She was the one that told me to come here, but she said she was dy-" Gene stops himself as he realizes his excitement is causing him to talk about things he shouldn't. "-It's important I find her as soon as possible. Tell me what you need and I'll try and get it for you."
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Charlotte shakes her head softly, giving a little shrug. "Just her name." When he seems to be about to tell her about this woman, she's ready to listen. But his unwillingness is just another example of people in this town. If you have a new face, you're no one to anyone, it seems. She flushes a little, glancing down for just a moment to cover it before looking back up. "Just give me her full name and a day or two."
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"Evie… Evie."

There is a silence as the young man realizes what that means. Gene lowers his head in defeat for a few moments before he gives up completely and slumps his head down on the desk. "So damn close. I'm the worst hero ever. She said she was dying like I was and I can't even find out where she's at to see if I can her," he admits.
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Charlotte deflates softly in the shoulder region as she walks over to Gene, touching his shoulder. She really is maternal. "I'm sorry." She says, knowing full well that without a last name she could end up anywhere. She doesn't ask about the dying now. "Listen, Gene….here." She takes something from her bag and sets it on the table. A Pinehearst card with her cell phone number on it. "Call me. We'll talk about Evie. I'll help you find her. If we can just get her name…I can find her for you. Okay?" This is at least what she can promise.
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As the woman kindly offers her help, Gene lifts his head up at the touch. He almost puts his hand over top of it, but again, his impulsive action with Niki taught that when in doubt, don't touch anything. "If you need any tech stuff… You know where to fine me," the blue-eye boy offers as he gives a weak grin. "Thanks for… everything tonight."
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Charlotte gives him that dimpled smile. "Thank you. Don't worry about my supervisor, I'll take care of it tomorrow." Translation: shhhh. "And call me, tomorrow. We'll get to work on this." She taps the card once more to remind him that it's there before her hand slowly slides off his shoulder. She turns and makes her way for the doors with the files in tow. Now, at least, she knows what she's dealing with.
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Watching Charlotte as she goes, Gene understands all too well that the supervisor shouldn't be brought into this. A favor for a favor for a woman that seems nice. Smiling faintly, Gene wonders if there are some people he CAN trust in Pinehearst. If so… Well, that makes working here a whole new ballgame.

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