Post by aquarius on Jan 11, 2023 12:18:46 GMT -7
Finesse had been getting top grades in just about all her classes at the Avengers Academy. That 'just about' frustrated her, naturally. There were a small number of subjects which involved social interaction as a core skill, and whilst she could learn all about a culture, memorising a country's interests near instantly, diplomacy often involved far more than rote memorisation of data and customs. For all her skills, Jeanne had always failed to understand how to make friends with someone.
How could such skills be acquired, then? Someone at the Academy had arranged a 'special tutor', but been remarkably vague about their actual identity, only directing her to a specific bench in Central Park at 11:00, with civilian clothing. Jeanne had little idea exactly what was going on - a rare situation to find herself in - but was happy to go along with it. A trip to the park was a pleasant alternative to sitting in a classroom and learning nothing, especially when it might lead to more skills in an area which had until now frustrated her immensely.
And so she was waiting at the appointed time, wearing simple jeans and a simple dark blue shirt, all underneath a relatively long but lightweight coat to keep out the cold. Nobody seemed to be arriving though, and aside from someone briefly stopping to tie their shoelace things were quiet. After a few moments a faint noise at the end of the bench attracted her attention, and leaning over to investigate revealed a small creature attempting to find its way into a small packet of nuts, apparently dropped by the person who had paused there a few moments ago.
At her movement, the squirrel scurried backwards in alarm, leaving its prize unguarded. Jeanne considered the situation briefly, reasoning that whilst the food was technically the property of someone else, it was also meeting the legal definition of litter, meaning that disposing of it by reasonable means was permissible. And so she tore the packet open, letting the nuts fall to the snow covered ground before placing the packaging in her pocket to find a bin later.
That was when she heard a voice behind her. "Thanks for that. Tippy hates the taste of plastic, so always has trouble getting into them on her own."
Turning around, she saw the girl who had paused there before. With this new information, Jeanne was able to make a deduction which would likely frustrate a great many villains seeking the identity of this individual.
"Squirrel Girl. I take it you're the person I was told to meet here." The tone made it clear this was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but call me 'Doreen'. Sorry about that, I wanted to see what kind of person you are. One who will help a wild creature without anything to gain from it seems alright to me! Seems like you've got the important part of diplomacy down already, to be honest - a desire to help others. I'm told you're... 'all brains, no heart'? Heck, I'm a computer science student, so I can work out something that'll help you, I'm sure. Come with me, I'll introduce you to a few of me and Tippy's friends, then we can go find somewhere a bit warmer to get to work."
Jeanne reflected on what she knew of Squirrel Girl. Her reputation was one of a frankly improbably capable combatant, only surpassed by her supposedly cosmic tier diplomacy. If she couldn't find a way to improve Jeanne's interpersonal skills, then nobody could.
How could such skills be acquired, then? Someone at the Academy had arranged a 'special tutor', but been remarkably vague about their actual identity, only directing her to a specific bench in Central Park at 11:00, with civilian clothing. Jeanne had little idea exactly what was going on - a rare situation to find herself in - but was happy to go along with it. A trip to the park was a pleasant alternative to sitting in a classroom and learning nothing, especially when it might lead to more skills in an area which had until now frustrated her immensely.
And so she was waiting at the appointed time, wearing simple jeans and a simple dark blue shirt, all underneath a relatively long but lightweight coat to keep out the cold. Nobody seemed to be arriving though, and aside from someone briefly stopping to tie their shoelace things were quiet. After a few moments a faint noise at the end of the bench attracted her attention, and leaning over to investigate revealed a small creature attempting to find its way into a small packet of nuts, apparently dropped by the person who had paused there a few moments ago.
At her movement, the squirrel scurried backwards in alarm, leaving its prize unguarded. Jeanne considered the situation briefly, reasoning that whilst the food was technically the property of someone else, it was also meeting the legal definition of litter, meaning that disposing of it by reasonable means was permissible. And so she tore the packet open, letting the nuts fall to the snow covered ground before placing the packaging in her pocket to find a bin later.
That was when she heard a voice behind her. "Thanks for that. Tippy hates the taste of plastic, so always has trouble getting into them on her own."
Turning around, she saw the girl who had paused there before. With this new information, Jeanne was able to make a deduction which would likely frustrate a great many villains seeking the identity of this individual.
"Squirrel Girl. I take it you're the person I was told to meet here." The tone made it clear this was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but call me 'Doreen'. Sorry about that, I wanted to see what kind of person you are. One who will help a wild creature without anything to gain from it seems alright to me! Seems like you've got the important part of diplomacy down already, to be honest - a desire to help others. I'm told you're... 'all brains, no heart'? Heck, I'm a computer science student, so I can work out something that'll help you, I'm sure. Come with me, I'll introduce you to a few of me and Tippy's friends, then we can go find somewhere a bit warmer to get to work."
Jeanne reflected on what she knew of Squirrel Girl. Her reputation was one of a frankly improbably capable combatant, only surpassed by her supposedly cosmic tier diplomacy. If she couldn't find a way to improve Jeanne's interpersonal skills, then nobody could.