"You okay, kid?'" "Don't call me kid." She had been assigned a guardian or transport of some sort between the American airport and this place. This man and his foundation had made funds available to to her to come to America. She was to study intensively, or to assist in some fashion, operational procedures. She didn't know what "operational procedures" meant, but she was fine on the studying front while the latter sounded like a glorified personal assistant. Hopefully it wasn't licking stamps. Owl post made that unnecessary, but she supposed hybrid firms with robes in the magical and muggle world still needed someone in the position. There was also the minor detail of potential connections, which as a Slytherin she could't ignore. One great JONAS ANTHONY FILIBUSTER. Only the most famous inventor since Tesla, as far as Micah was concerned. There was a slim chance she might get to be mentored by him along with other kids.
"Okay, this is where I leave you. Go on." Micah glancead back but the person was gone. "What? Stupid magic." She muttered and entered the glass and steel construct. "Hello? Anyone? I'm here for the, er, summer program?" She loathed this part, the meeting-and-manners affairs where she had to smile and speak and nod and introduce. She just wanted to have her tools and her circuits and her wand, some place she could work magic without getting a howler.
Post by JONAS ANTHONY FILIBUSTER on May 27, 2017 3:22:51 GMT -6
The sentence Jonas had been trying to read for several minutes was getting now very blurry. He had no clue what it really said because he did not focus enough. It really didn't matter. Why? Because this was a short trip and he should head back to his penthouse to see Duke. To have a boy who was almost starting his magical education was hard. Not in the sense that he caused havoc because let's face it, this was Duke we're talking about but because it meant that his son would be off to school. As a father who had raised Duke all by himself all this time, accepting the fact that his son would soon leave him was difficult. Even buying school supplies was met with great distain. Not that Jonas didn't want to see Duke thrive and achieve great things because the boy was smart as a whip but the letting go was the hardest part.
Obviously it also meant that Duke was one step closer to inherit the whole of Filibuster Enterprise but let's not get into that right now. Jonas still had plenty of things to do and one of them was to sort problems in a branch somewhere in South-East Asia. Paperwork, it was always paperwork. Where was Lil when you needed her. Of course he had a whole team of people who could help him out but Jonas was stubborn and lazy enough not to care. The paperwork was soon forgotten as well. He also wasn't wearing any shoes because this was his office and his lab. Most of the equipment Jonas had in this particular spot ( he may or may have not scattered all his inventions all around the globe for safekeeping ) was weaponry and some nicknacks of his own. Also some of the things he had prepared for his band of superheroes were in this particular lab as well.
The first call on his phone was missed and the second was simply ignored. When JARVIS displayed the message to his screen, Jonas read it with haste. Wait. What summer program? JARVIS had to display the application of the little one who was currently in the building. " What am I supposed to do with it?" Jonas asked frowning. " Teach. That was why the program was created, sir." " Oh shit." Muttered Jonas. " I do advice you not to curse front of the child." Advised JARVIS. " Me? What'd you mean front – Me?" "Yes, you sir. You did promise to take care of this." Well, he had promised that. It obviously hadn't occurred to him that this would really be happening. Perhaps he could call Cap here and ask him to deal with this. He was good with kids right? Right.
Jonas was out of the lab soon enough, not wearing any shoes of course. He headed to the atrium and it wasn't too hard to spot the little one. " You look completely lost." Said Jonas in a loud voice to her. " Are you the kid who was supposed to get me a tuna sandwich?"
Sandwiches? It took Micah a complete five seconds before the strange man before her slid into place. Jonas Filibuster and his strange desire from sandwiches. Naturally, the first thing that slipped from her brain was, "Haven't you tried fish and chips before?" Because they were better than sandwiches. There was even a place in Belfast where they put the fish in the sandwich. But that wasn't the right response and she knew it as soon as it blew past her. "Probably?" It was better, because she now recalled having made some promise to arrange a sandwich delivery service.She couldn't figure out in the moment what that meant about business, but she filed that away to analyze later. In the meantime, the order form was still sitting in her satchel, filled out, but she hadn't sent it. How to convince Mum that sandwiches were an investment in her future? If she could have pulled that off, then maybe she wouldn't have needed to buy the man sandwiches. Between Mum's no-pidgeon shit star and Mr. Filibuster's unimpressed gaze, she would take Mr. Filibuster any day. "I mean, they're arriving fresh. Couldn't send them ahead or else the owls might eat them." (How did magical businesses convey international orders? Must be griffons, she reasoned, because owls were too small, or maybe they had super secret bigfoot delivery.... feet. Able to make deliveries before you knew it, without ever being seen. Perfect for keeping within the statute of secrecy.)
She could magick a sandwich for him, by wand or by will - where there's a will, there's a way, Mum said. (Now, where there's a wand, there's a way. What couldn't magick do, except cure her diabetes?) sooner rather than later. All she had to do was make it back down to the ground and ask the first locla person she saw. It was the way of America. Everyone wanted to give their opinions. Or she would sneak into the kitchen of this place, never mind that it was probably vast and guarded and on some other floor -
"Are you Mister Filibuster? Because I'm here to learn, and I'm a fast learner, and I work hard and wil lfigure my way through any problem or task you put me to work on." She wasn't expecting much. She was ready to be a sponge and remember every eensy detail and grain of insight she could pick up from the goings on of Filibuster Enterprises. But seeing things explode, or mixing things together or building them from scratch - she just wanted to be him. What would it take?
Post by JONAS ANTHONY FILIBUSTER on Aug 18, 2017 8:56:09 GMT -6
Okay? So he had greeted the girl, now what? Was he meant to show her around or what? Jonas, by all means, was not good with kids. Sometimes not even with his own son. Now that Duke was older though, Jonas had gotten better but it all still needed some adjustments. This sort of situation was just something Jonas Filibuster wasn't prepared to, no matter how smart he was. The kid kept talking but no sandwich in sight. Well that was a bummer and Jonas was already hungry. He hadn't eaten anything, at least not yet and normally he'd ask someone to get him food but there was no one around. Wait. That couldn't be. Where was Lil? She was his assistant. Right? Yeah, no, Jonas hadn't imagined that. " Yeah yeah." Jonas muttered, waving his hand a bit. " Got it." He didn't but he had to make her stop talking. Well, if she was here on a summer program, perhaps Jonas could show her around and then make her get him food. Perfect plan. Who needed assistants anyway.
Without too many words, Jonas turned around. " Follow me, shrimpy." A new nickname for someone whose name Jonas had forgotten already. He'd hear it later on again, that was for sure but for now, he'd call her Shrimpy. " So," Filibuster began. " What do you think we do here in Filibuster Enterprises?"
tag: @micahsolomon , notes: well this took me forever