Fancy Meeting You...(tag: Glavish)

[Maggie Lefebvre]

I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie but I can feel and I can cry

A fact I'll bet you never knew

but to cry in front of you
That's the worst thing I could do

0900 Hours
Labs/Science area
Meropis

Maggie wandered the halls of the science labs. She had no real idea what anyone was actually DOING, but they seemed hard at work. She just needed her laptop fixed; apparently, the operating system didn't support black coffee. Who knew?! She stopped first at Fee's little alcove; the redhead was deep in conversation with a dark haired young man, who Maggie was PRETTY sure was called Black, but she wasn't totally sure. She did tend to avoid the geeks and the opposite was true; not that she MINDED so much, as it left many other prospects open that didn't bore the crap out of her. 

She knocked lightly. 

Hello! Sorry. I need a bit of help; this lappy is out. The redhead blinked, and then shook her head lightly. 

Sorry, Lt. I am busy at the moment, bringing Dr. Black up to speed 'ere. Try next door, Dr. Glavish is about to go off duty. He might have extra time to help. Maggie raised an eyebrow, the two seemed a little cozy to just be "working" but she was in no place to judge.

Alright, thanks. She sighed in frustration, and then turned to the next door. She knocked once, and then let herself in. She smiled big, and raised an eyebrow. 

'Allo! Glavish, right?! I need help, this lappy went out...it's from the Legal office, you see... It was TECHNICALLY her personal computer, but she DID use it to assist Captain Miller when the woman needed an extra hand. And Miss Maccafferty said you weren't busy, which means that you can help me. I'm Ensigne de Vassieau Maggie Lefebvre. That's Lt. in English. She said, her softly-accented English spilling the words out. She tugged at the hem of her striped uniform shirt. At least she'd opted for her casual dress uniform today. She'd much prefer to be in civillian clothes when meeting a new male, but some things couldn't be helped. At least the French navy had loose restrictions on makeup and footwear. Today she'd picked boat shoes, but only because she was actually required to DO something legitimate. 

OUTFIT: HERE  , TAGGED: Mikaere Glavish , NOTES: Yeah, she HATES that uniform...., CREDIT: Template by Me!, Lyrics: "There are Worse Things I could Do"-Grease soundtrack (it was on TV)

[Mikaere Glavish]

THEORY UNTIL I MAKE IT FACT

0903 Hours
Labs/Science Area
Meropis

"Allo! Glavish, right?! I need help, this lappy went out...it's from the Legal office, you see..."

He hardly cared to be disturbed right now. He had spent most of the night correcting the amateur work that had been a failed attempt to integrate social media platform exclusively for the city. What was meant to be a vlog-system that chronicled events around the city instead ended up streaming the sexcapades of a Russian analyst and a chef. Suffice it to say, Glavish was content to run through actual military rations for the foreseeable future. And yet, on top of that, he was now being bothered by someone that wanted report trouble with their laptop as if he were Geek Squad?!

"And why are you bringing it to me?" he asked without looking up. He was determined to finish this report so that he could finally return to his quarters and actually try to sleep before Conway called him with some sort of crisis about to rain down upon the city.

"And Miss Maccafferty said you weren't busy, which means that you can help me. I'm Ensigne de Vassieau Maggie Lefebvre. That's Lt. in English."

McCafferty. The woman obviously had no clue what he did around here. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he was finally forced to grant this issue some attention. "Of course it does," he said recognizing the accent instantly as French. His mind raced with what was likely wrong. Perhaps the battery was dead, and it simply needed to be plugged in or something as mundane as that. When his eyes first left his screen, they fell on her shoes and slowly worked their way up. He had to admit that many of her porportions were rather close to the golden ratio. Suffice it to say, she was likely not a stranger to lingering gazes appraising her aesthetic prowess.

He rose to his feet. "Doctor Mikaere Glavish," he said introducing himself. "You're welcome to call me, Mik." His eyes traveled back down, and finally found the computer. "I may have a few minutes to spare," he said finally as his eyes met hers once more. Holding out his hand. "May I?" he said asking for the computer.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0903 Hours
Sciencey Area
Meropis

Maggie could feel her eyes glaze over. Sure, she'd taken a few science classes in high school, but Maggie had learned that if you were pretty enough, most science teachers-most MALE teachers, and even some of the female ones-let you slide anyway. So she had no real idea what anyone was doing and it didn't LOOK important. It wasn't like they were DOCTORS or something, saving lives. They just typed stuff. Even Maggie could do that pretty well.

And why are you bringing it to me? She was going to tell him the truth, that yes, actually, she DID see him as the "Geek Squad", but her response about Fiona being busy seemed to make sense to him. She KNEW it; nope, not THAT important after all! Of course it does, he stated, indicting a (in her mind) willingness to do as she wanted him to-fix her computer. She smiled triumphantly.

Aww. I appreciate it... She held the machine out, as if it were a snake who might bite her. She took good general care of it-never mind the coffee she'd accidentally spilled. It wasn't her FAULT that someone had slammed a door right next to her. The Marines were loud and clumpy and wore TERRIBLE uniforms. But the outside was pristine, and she made sure to keep the keyboard covered and used that canned air stuff to get rid of dust. Once in awhile, she even wiped the screen. Most of the time, Maggie's computer served as nothing more than a blank screen to sub in as a mirror to fix her makeup when she wasn't in the general vincinity of either her room or a head.

She noted with some satisfaction that even this nerdy computer scientist person was LOOKING at her. Even in her stupid uniform, she looked GOOD. Granted, she had taken a TINY bit of liberty-red lipstick was NOT generally allowed, but it was space and like anyone actually cared?! If they did, too damn bad. She'd sit forever in the Brig if it meant she could wear red lipstick. She made her smile a little more flirty while the man introduced himself.

Doctor Mikaere Glavish...You're welcome to call me, Mik. I may have a few minutes to spare, he said finally as his eyes met hers once more. Holding out his hand. May I?he said asking for the computer.

As she handed over the machine, she nodded sheepishly.

I spilled a TINY bit of black coffee on it the other day. Literally just a small amount-I was almost done with it....I didn't know a few teasthingys could break it... They-all of the people on this planet-were from first world or otherwise advanced places. WHY couldn't someone, somewhere, invent a waterproof machine?! The Marine who stormed in to see Dr. Miller scared me and I dropped the cup. This was totally true; it had also broken all over the desk. Not that she CARED-American coffee was weak anyway, and the stoneware mug was a poor vessel for keeping anything warm. Especially when that is all a girl consumed most days.

tag:Mikaere Glavish.

[Jason Conway]

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[Mikaere Glavish]

0908
Science Lab
Meropis


"I spilled a TINY bit of black coffee on it the other day. Literally just a small amount-I was almost done with it....I didn't know a few teasthingys could break it... The Marine who stormed in to see Dr. Miller scared me and I dropped the cup."

As Mik took hold of the laptop, he opened it to inspect what he could. He could already see some of the liquid stains around the keyboard. His eyes lifted from the keyboard and fell on Maggie once more. "A tiny bit of coffee," he repeated. After a few seconds he slowly nodded. As far as Mik concerned, he and Maggie clearly had varying definitions of a 'tiny bit' of coffee. From what he could see, it almost looked like the laptop was dunked in coffee much in the same fashion as someone would dunk a donut. Taking a deep breath, his eyes fell on Maggie once more.

"Well... Ensig--" he began, but decided to address her in a more familiar manner. "Maggie... I think we have a problem. This machine is relatively standard. With that being said, I could attempt to recover your data and we can put in a requisition for a new machine to be brought for you from Earth." Glavish looked over at the calendar on his desk. "Pretty much, your new machine would arrive in about six weeks. And in the meantime you could check out one of the loners from inventory. They're... decent." Anyone looking at Glavish as he appraised those machines would have thought him grading them as decent was almost painful. "... but it'd likely do everything you'd want where work is concerned."

He continued to stare up at Maggie, finding himself momentarily by the scarf. The way it lay against her really helped to accent certain features of her body. "Of course... I may know a way around that," Glavish finally added. He opened a drawer at his desk and produced a sleek tablet of sorts. Attached to it was a cover, that when opened doubled as a keyboard. "Something of my own design. It interacts almost seamlessly with the city's network and other Ancient technology. It's also water-proof, so you're welcome to surf the net while in the shower or lounging in the bath, and there's plenty of space for all types of files including music, pictures and videos." Suffice it to say, a flurry of images began to enter Glavish's mind.

"Now, I could give it to you, but with it being one of my prototypes, it's sadly going to cost you," said Glavish. He slowly rose from his seat so that he was standing opposite Maggie. "Breakfast," he said simply. "I know a spot with a nice view." Glavish shrugged. "And while we eat, I could transfer the data from your old machine to this one. So, Maggie... what's it going to be?"

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[Maggie Lefebvre]

Maggie moved her body slightly right, the best angle at which to view her curves. She was playing with fire, but she did NOT care.

"Well... Ensig--Maggie... I think we have a problem. This machine is relatively standard. With that being said, I could attempt to recover your data and we can put in a requisition for a new machine to be brought for you from Earth." So she was Maggie now?! He continued. Pretty much, your new machine would arrive in about six weeks. And in the meantime you could check out one of the loners from inventory. They're... decent...but it'd likely do everything you'd want where work is concerned. She nodded and moved a little closer.

Can I CHOOSE a new machine? But a loaner will be fine, I am sure...I just need to type things and email them, and make the occassional legal form. Maggie actually had no idea what she was doing most of the time-she usually just used the pre-loaded templates. She knew she was having an effect on the man, and she decided to play along.

Of course... I may know a way around that. Something of my own design. It interacts almost seamlessly with the city's network and other Ancient technology. It's also water-proof, so you're welcome to surf the net while in the shower or lounging in the bath, and there's plenty of space for all types of files including music, pictures and videos. She smiled.

What IS it? She reached out and touched the smooth cover. It was a machine that sounded like heaven on Earth, quite frankly.

Now, I could give it to you, but with it being one of my prototypes, it's sadly going to cost you.. She raised an eyebrow. Breakfast..I know a spot with a nice view. And while we eat, I could transfer the data from your old machine to this one. So, Maggie... what's it going to be?" She made her eyes big. Breakfast. Food. Maggie didn't do food. Not really. She just shrugged, though.

Just...breakfast?! It was all she could manage. The thought of actually eating in front of a man was about the scariest proposition you could make to Maggie. Terrorists, aliens, and Germans?! Child's play compared to this. She nodded, though.

Um, name the place, and I'll be there... OH, wait. He meant NOW, didn't he?!

Tag:Mikaere Glavish

[Mikaere Glavish]

0913
Science Labs
Meropis

"Just...breakfast?!"

Mik couldn't decipher it was merely surprise or if there was a hint of disappointment in Maggie's voice.  He chalked up the misconception to her accent.  A very alluring accent.  Part of him began to wonder if she'd ever been a made.  Glavish cleared his throat as he dismissed the notion from his mind.  He then took a deep breath and shrugged nonchalantly.  "Well," he began, "I don't suppose it would be fair to confine ourselves to such mundane limitations.  Sometimes it's best to just allow things to run their natural course."

"Um, name the place, and I'll be there..."

With the invitation accepted, Glavish smiled slightly.  "There's a courtyard area near the residential area," Glavish began.  Restoration of the area wasn't scheduled to begin until Tuesday, assuming they could actually avoid some major crises between now and then.  Thus, Glavish truly didn't hold out much hope of that happening.  "Why don't you head on down there.  I'll start the recovery of your data and grab something on the way.  I shouldn't be long."

The scenery certainly wasn't the only reason Glavish had chosen that particular site.  It was a fairly good chance that they wouldn't be disturbed.  People had their assignments, and no one seemed inclined to venture to the courtyard, at least not until it had been properly cleaned and prepared to receive visitors.  Glavish personally, found it a nice place to escape to.  It almost had him looking forward to some crisis that would draw resources away from its restoration.  It gave him a small piece of the city he could claim for his own... at least for the time being.

TAG: Maggie Lefebvre

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0915-920
Labs-courtyard
Meropis

Maggie just nodded, still a little stunned. She was still not sure this was a good idea.

Well...I don't suppose it would be fair to confine ourselves to such mundane limitations. Sometimes it's best to just allow things to run their natural course. Yeah, well, that's not EXACTLY what she meant, but it would do. She nodded, and forced a smile.

That's true... She trailed off, and looked at the door. She needed to get out of here.

There's a courtyard area near the residential area,Why don't you head on down there. I'll start the recovery of your data and grab something on the way. I shouldn't be long. She nodded weakly, and then realized she had a few minutes to make a plan. She let out a breath, feeling a little better.

I will see you there. She ran down the hall, and to the office, where she refreshed her lipstick, made sure she was wearing cute underwear (just in case), and did a quick calculation. She'd only had 75 calories that day, an apple before she started her shift, plus three cups of coffee. So she could eat a full breakfast if she skipped lunch and ran an hour. She could do that. She promised herself she wouldn't worry about it this time, and took off her socks. She grabbed her purse and headed out across base.

A few minutes later, she was seated on a rock in the empty courtyard. She arranged her body to be sexy, and hoped to God this went Ok.

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[Jason Conway]

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