1963-10-28 - Checking With Legal
Summary: Janet heard of a law firm that specializes in super individuals, and decides to schedule a meeting to discuss her venture with Howard Stark.
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wasp mree 


Mree is not, by any means, a model of industry. But what he lacks in focus he makes up for in enthusiasm. Today, in a pinch, he's answering phones at one of the front desks, just while its usual inhabitant is out on a personal errand. It all works; his voice is light, indeterminate of gender, as, honestly, is the rest of him, and when he pipes up with a sweet-sounding, "Goodman and Lieber, how may I help you?" the person on the other end of the line could have no difficulty picturing your standard issue office eye-candy on the other end. Mree may be eye candy to some, but he certainly isn't standard-issue. He leans back, reaching for a pen and pad of paper, tail draped over one side of the desk as he perches half-reclined with one hip easing into his chair. "Okay," he chips, scribbling. "Okay. Okay, thank you! Yes, good-bye!" is a little jingly sing-song. This is new and fun, still.

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Janet van Dyne has been busily working with Howard Stark to try and make an answer to the Avengers, detached from the government, after the team she was apart of was disbanded due to poor politics. But it occured to her that a bold move such as this could, potentially expose them for some legal issues. While Howard never gave a damn about much and figured he had all the answers, Janet felt better to go visit Goodman and Lieber in person, and see if she can get an actual professional answer that didn't stem from ego.

"Hello…?" Janet says as she walks in the door, her eyes shifting to look over the not quite so human manning the front desk. Certainly a good sign, considering what she heard about Goodman and Lieber, "would you have a moment to talk?" Janet asks, noting Mree just getting off the phone. Maybe she should have scheduled a meeting. Seems like a busy office.

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Mree's tail snakes its way lethargically down off of the desktop, somehow not knocking anything over on its way down. Feet hit the floor and his pallid green features light up with a brilliant smile. "Of course! Hi! Welcome to Goodman and Lieber! I'm Mree, how can I help?" he asks, all earnest as he leans forward, shimmying onto his hip and sliding one leg underneath him to make sitting easeful for him. Chairs were not meant for people of his appendage configuration.

*

"Mree..?" Janet almost seems to taste the odd name on her lips, "that sounds exotic, mind if I ask where you're from?" Janet wonders, as she moves closer to the front desk. Catching herself, she shakes her head, and mutters, "forgive me, I was curious because of your name, never heard a name quite like it before. Is one of the lawyers in? Or…perhaps, do you have some legal knowledge?"

*

"I'm from London!" Mree chirps, offering up his place of origin without any compunction, happy to do so. And he does sound it, though he looks more like he should have grown up out of the ground somewhere. "Um, yes, they're in, but— everyone's in meetings right now, but— I could take down your information and make you an appointment with someone, if you'd like," he tips his head to a jauntily curious angle. "I'm not a lawyer, no," he giggles. "I just make the coffee and keep the files organized, mostly."

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"London? I've been to London, it's a fabulous city." Janet notes, "some interesting fashions emerging there too." She nods at the offer to take her information, and digs in her purse for a moment, before offering Mree a business card: Janet van Dyne, Fashion Designer Extraordinaire. "It's about a heroic venture, something that has to do with the recently disbanded Avengers."

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"Are there? I haven't been there in a long time," Mree explains his lack of knowledge on the matter. He reaches out all delicate-fingered to take the card and examine it, looking for a phone number or the like. "A heroic venture? Oh! Oh, wow, yeah, you should talk to Ms. Walters," he nods his head in affirmation of his own words. "She'll know exactly what to do. She represents the Fantastic Four, you know, so—- she's got a lot of experience with that sort of thing. That's exciting. Are you a superhero? I mean! You don't have to say," Mree laughs.

*

"Yes," Janet puts it simply, "if you get a chance, you ought to take it." Her phone number and mailing address are prominently visible on her card. "Ms. Walters? Okay," she reaches for her purse and takes out a notepad and pen, scribbling the name. "Good to know." Janet does get a rather telltale mischievous smile when Mree asks her if she is a superhero, she never really considered whether to hide it or not, and eventually does nod her head, "I go by the Winsome Wasp."

*

Mree copies down the phone number and address in a fine, tidy handwriting, then gingerly presses the card into a hole-puncher and punches it through to add to the rolodex. Then it's time for some squeeing. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my GOSH," he actually flails his hands a little bit, bouncing forward in his seat, full-on fangirl mode to be in the presence of a real-life superhero. "That is so awesome."

*

Janet wasn't sure what to expect as a reaction to admit to being a superhero, as it were, so she just laughs in surprise that it's apparently in this case similar to meeting a fan in a fashion event. "I guess? Too bad the government didn't think so…but that's what I'm here for."

*

Mree stifles his excitement into a more professional sort of nod, though it's obvious his mouth is struggling not to let his jolliness be expressed. "Yes, you have to be careful. But don't worry. Ms. Walters is the best! Let me look at her diary and I'll see when she's free for a meeting," he pushes with his foot against the floor, twirling in the swivel chair until he finds the book he wants. "What sort of times work best for you, Ms. van Dyne?"

*

"I am my own boss, a rare position, to be sure, but it allows the luxury of keeping my own schedule." Janet says rather proudly, "so whenever Ms. Walters has an opening, I can either send a driver to pick her up or come to the office myself. Whichever is more convenient."

*

"Oh, nice," Mree smiles warmly. "Ms. Walters is my boss, but I think she's a better boss than I would be," he chuckles. "I'd probably just sit up on the balcony all day," he banters gently while going through the book. "I think she'd want to meet here, but I can ask. Sending a driver sounds super fancy. How's the third? Of November?" he wonders, looking up with his big, sweet hazel eyes.

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"It'll do just fine," Janet answers, looking a bit impressed at the mention of Ms. Walters being one of the bosses in the office, rather than a subordinate, "well, that's impressive. I think I'd enjoy meeting Ms. Walters, and there's no trouble at all for me to get here. No need to be all fancy. 3rd of November it is, thank you very much Mree."

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