[ she listens, because of course she does, even if there's a part of her that wants to insist, a no, you don't understand. but she also knows what it's like to be underestimated, so.
maybe he can handle himself with a girl who can throw cars with her mind ]
Alright. If you're sure. Although I still want to discuss a few things with you about it first. Maybe in person, actually. I should really get out of the house.
[ yeah, mhm, that's definitely something she can peel herself off the couch for. eleven, too, and making sure she feels ..well, she knows she can't make her feel completely safe here, but as safe as she can, all things considered. ]
Alright, Mr. Parker. When would be a good time for you, for this self-appointed guardian/teacher conference?
I had been planning on taking an afternoon to quietly reflect on the series of poor life choices that led to me being here, but I’m sure I can squeeze you in before that.
[ this is nancy squinting at the empty cereal bowl on the coffee table in front of her, trying to remember if it's from earlier this morning, or uh, lat night. hm. ]
Um, yeah. Yes. I could go for some lunch. That's definitely a thing I should do.
[ she too is obviously questioning her life choices ]
[ definitely a thing I should do earns a short laugh, then: ]
This'd be a bit more impressive if there was somewhere other than the Invincible, but if you've got another idea, I'm all ears. Otherwise, I can meet you in thirty?
[ peter actually manages to be more-or-less on time: it's one of the benefits to living in the invincible, albeit one only made possible by the fact that, for once, he was actually there whilst speaking to nancy. at the thirty minute mark, he orders two mugs of cocoa — truth be told, he's never actually checked to see if the invincible serves it, so it's hit-and-miss as to what they'll actually end up with, but— ]
I've had some pretty informal parent-slash-guardian/teacher meetings in my time, but I think hot cocoa and lunch tops the list. [ is what he says in lieu of a greeting as nancy approaches. it's accompanied by a quick, darting smile, then: ] Hey. [ he eyes her in the short pause that follows, searching her face to see if he can work out if she's really okay, after everything. the last event (since that was what they were calling it, apparently) had seemed to take its toll on everyone, and frankly, he can't blame her for spending the last week holed up somewhere a little more familiar.
(—ugh.) a flicker of hesitation, then— ] Listen, Nancy, I think I get your concerns. [ beat. ] I know Eleven's got some — unusual abilities.
[ nancy is, of course, precisely on time. she steps into the pub as peter's putting in their order, so she can not-greet him just as casually.
it still feels ridiculous, carrying a lantern around with her the same as she carries her bag, but. everybody's got one, so. yeah. it's fine. she'll get used to the extra weight eventually, but for now it's probably obvious she's very Aware of it, her hand moving to brace where it hangs from her bag strap as she approaches him. otherwise she seems pretty... fine? fine is a good word. ]
Hi.
[ and the look she gives him - when she notices he's doing the "quick once over" move she's perfected herself over the last few years - says just that. i'm fine.
of course, then he says that and her brows jump up a bit. oh? ]
Oh. [ okay. she can roll with that. she's wondering just how many people know about what el can do now, but that's here nor there. there's really no reason she needs to keep it a secret here, probably. maybe? hm. she'll figure it out later. she's not worried about peter knowing, at least, because he certainly hasn't given her a reason to believe he doesn't have eleven's best interests at heart, so. ] Well... Do you know how? Or why? Because those two things are more important than what, exactly, she can do. For this situation, at least.
[ not that she's going to divulge every bit of eleven's history right now, but there are some key points, sure ]
omg so i was convinced i replied to this WHAT THE FUCK I'M SORRY
No, [ peter admits. ] I can guess at some of it, given her reaction to me mentioning scientists... [ he adds, a slight sigh punctuating the reply. ] I don't know if it's something she was born able to do, but my guess is that her abilities were discovered pretty early on, right? So — held in a facility, maybe government-sanctioned, maybe not.
[ the difference hardly matters, really, not now. it's the end result: a child traumatised by events beyond her control in her past. he pauses and spreads his hands out against the table; the cynical side of him says that regardless of whether it was sanctioned or not, the aim would have been to weaponise her — or work towards it. that was always the way, wasn't it? or simply keep her locked up, just to try to figure out why she's the way she is. ]
She mentioned experiments, so—. [ he lifts a hand and waves it vaguely. ] Either they were the wrong crowd, or a few someones want to figure out the extent of what she can do and how, either to use her or to replicate the ability in other people. [ a breath of a pause. ] For what it's worth, I can only imagine what she's been through, and ... I'm sorry. If I'd known, I'd never have brought it up.
[ nance stays quiet as he goes through the impression he got from whatever conversations he's had with eleven, listening close because if there's something not quite right, she'll have to correct it. for el's sake, for sure, and... kind of peter's, too. ]
You're close, across the board. I don't think they ever wanted to replicate it, but they definitely wanted to use her, and her powers, for their own gain. I think her powers started with her mother, but she's not... well. So it's not like we can ask her.
But I do know that she was taken as a baby, and that she basically grew up in that lab.
[ she chews her lip, not wanting to delve too much deeper just yet ]
No dissecting, and I would avoid using the word "experiment" altogether. I think- she might like to learn math, but just the basics. She's really very clever, but it might still take her some time to learn certain things. I mean, science is a tricky subject, but I know she likes to learn about how things work. [ a beat ] Has she used her powers around you before?
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maybe he can handle himself with a girl who can throw cars with her mind ]
Alright. If you're sure. Although I still want to discuss a few things with you about it first. Maybe in person, actually. I should really get out of the house.
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Yes, Miss. [ punctuated by a short laugh. ] —I could really go for hot cocoa.
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[ yeah, mhm, that's definitely something she can peel herself off the couch for. eleven, too, and making sure she feels ..well, she knows she can't make her feel completely safe here, but as safe as she can, all things considered. ]
Alright, Mr. Parker. When would be a good time for you, for this self-appointed guardian/teacher conference?
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—Have you had lunch?
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Um, yeah. Yes. I could go for some lunch. That's definitely a thing I should do.
[ she too is obviously questioning her life choices ]
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This'd be a bit more impressive if there was somewhere other than the Invincible, but if you've got another idea, I'm all ears. Otherwise, I can meet you in thirty?
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I've had some pretty informal parent-slash-guardian/teacher meetings in my time, but I think hot cocoa and lunch tops the list. [ is what he says in lieu of a greeting as nancy approaches. it's accompanied by a quick, darting smile, then: ] Hey. [ he eyes her in the short pause that follows, searching her face to see if he can work out if she's really okay, after everything. the last event (since that was what they were calling it, apparently) had seemed to take its toll on everyone, and frankly, he can't blame her for spending the last week holed up somewhere a little more familiar.
(—ugh.) a flicker of hesitation, then— ] Listen, Nancy, I think I get your concerns. [ beat. ] I know Eleven's got some — unusual abilities.
[ might as well dive straight in there, right? ]
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[ nancy is, of course, precisely on time. she steps into the pub as peter's putting in their order, so she can not-greet him just as casually.
it still feels ridiculous, carrying a lantern around with her the same as she carries her bag, but. everybody's got one, so. yeah. it's fine. she'll get used to the extra weight eventually, but for now it's probably obvious she's very Aware of it, her hand moving to brace where it hangs from her bag strap as she approaches him. otherwise she seems pretty... fine? fine is a good word. ]
Hi.
[ and the look she gives him - when she notices he's doing the "quick once over" move she's perfected herself over the last few years - says just that. i'm fine.
of course, then he says that and her brows jump up a bit. oh? ]
Oh. [ okay. she can roll with that. she's wondering just how many people know about what el can do now, but that's here nor there. there's really no reason she needs to keep it a secret here, probably. maybe? hm. she'll figure it out later. she's not worried about peter knowing, at least, because he certainly hasn't given her a reason to believe he doesn't have eleven's best interests at heart, so. ] Well... Do you know how? Or why? Because those two things are more important than what, exactly, she can do. For this situation, at least.
[ not that she's going to divulge every bit of eleven's history right now, but there are some key points, sure ]
omg so i was convinced i replied to this WHAT THE FUCK I'M SORRY
[ the difference hardly matters, really, not now. it's the end result: a child traumatised by events beyond her control in her past. he pauses and spreads his hands out against the table; the cynical side of him says that regardless of whether it was sanctioned or not, the aim would have been to weaponise her — or work towards it. that was always the way, wasn't it? or simply keep her locked up, just to try to figure out why she's the way she is. ]
She mentioned experiments, so—. [ he lifts a hand and waves it vaguely. ] Either they were the wrong crowd, or a few someones want to figure out the extent of what she can do and how, either to use her or to replicate the ability in other people. [ a breath of a pause. ] For what it's worth, I can only imagine what she's been through, and ... I'm sorry. If I'd known, I'd never have brought it up.
NOT forgiven!!1
You're close, across the board. I don't think they ever wanted to replicate it, but they definitely wanted to use her, and her powers, for their own gain. I think her powers started with her mother, but she's not... well. So it's not like we can ask her.
But I do know that she was taken as a baby, and that she basically grew up in that lab.
[ she chews her lip, not wanting to delve too much deeper just yet ]
No dissecting, and I would avoid using the word "experiment" altogether. I think- she might like to learn math, but just the basics. She's really very clever, but it might still take her some time to learn certain things. I mean, science is a tricky subject, but I know she likes to learn about how things work. [ a beat ] Has she used her powers around you before?