Jul 11, 2008 01:55
Picture this:
The Man in Charge. Master of All He Surveys. The Chief. The Boss. The Big Man.
Agent Zed.
In his office at the heart of MiB HQ.
A good day. Quiet. Productive. The kind of day a man expects he'll be able to look back on with tremendous satisfaction.
Well, half a day, anyway....
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Waiting.
Waiting for the crack future.
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"I thought a claudication was a bad leg," she says.
"What are you talking about, hun?"
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Her blouse appears, hung over the top of the door, followed shortly by her slacks.
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"A bit like the Witching Cloak's holding properties," she recalls from Fable legend. "Very handy. I wouldn't mind one of those myself."
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Jen, it will be noted, feels right at home. She does, after all, have a very special personal security device on her laptop.
"My laptop has a lock that will shunt any unfortunate would be thieves into the Crimson Cosmos, where they have to eat Hamburger Helper 24/7."
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Pause, with significant rustlings.
". . . I'm gonna have to find some better shoes."
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"Tell us about it, Neats. Ankle boots would work much better. Michael Kors joker-style. Calfskin. Elastic gore. Only $460 from Neiman Marcus."
Whether that particular make would work better is debatable. She just wants a pair, and if MiB will pay for them, so much the better.
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K tries very hard to stifle a snicker, but can't quite make it.
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A few more rustlings, and Nita emerges from the stall, straightening her tie. "How do I look?"
There must be this said for the MiB suits: it's hard not to look sharp in them.
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She gives the teen-in-black an appraising once over.
"Not bad."
Her nose wrinkles a touch.
"The shirt and tie are going to have to go though. That look went out with Dietrich. It's just a teensy bit too butch for you."
Goldy and Jen never even put theirs on. They went with low cut silk blouses instead, which they just happened to bring along with them. Fortunate that.
"Don't worry. We'll get you into something more suitable before your first field assignment."
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"Marlene Dietrich? I can think of worse people to take style cues from."
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She glances down at their shoes.
"Hmm. Kors. I could ask Janet Van Dyne to work us up something that could hopefully pass MiB regulations. Jan's got some fabrics that would put SHIELD and NASA to shame - tough as adamantium, flexible, and beautiful. Besides, who would say no to a pair of boots from the Winsome Wasp? Half of my wardrobe is Jan Van Dyne orignals. But," she clarifies, looking at each of them in turn, "We do make this look good."
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"Was there ever any doubt that we would?"
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Jen's answering grin betrays a certainty.
"We're going to be instrumental in mentoring. High standards are to be expected."
Dark green eyebrows are waggled at Goldy in a series of semaphores, which clearly say that once Zed and K are truly out of earshot and the girls are alone, they can immediately peruse the MiB codex and look for loopholes. Jen is very good at finding loopholes, but she also knows that the MiB run a tight ship.
"Speaking of which, Goldy, are you a Dolce & Gabbana or Yves St. Laurent girl?"
Yes, she knows that Zed and K can hear her.
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She absently checks herself out in the mirror before she breaks posture.
"Which is not to say that I wouldn't like to check out some Van Dyne. You've got adorable taste, so I trust your judgment on such things. And, hey, maybe she could fix us up some skirts to go with this outfit, as well as boots."
Goldy, too, is very aware that the MiB's are listening.
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