18867/Ant-Man and Faltine Catch Up

Ant-Man and Faltine Catch Up
Date of Scene:	18 August 2024
Location:	Greenwich Abode
Synopsis:	Clea invites Scott over for a catch up!
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Scott Lang

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Clea has posed:
Given the news of Galactus' future arrival, Clea had been more active. She'd been around the mansion a lot and she'd been going to meetings and going out to face the Silver Surfer given the man lit a huge beacon in the middle of Times Square.

She was still grappling with the idea of what to do with things. The fact that there was something on the verge of trying to eat Earth had left her feeling like she needed to do more.

And then there were her friends on Earth. She really didn't want to fail this and lose...everything. She'd texted Scott to see if he was doing alright and to see if he'd heard anything of the Galactus news. And if he hadn't she'd offered to catch him up on it at her place.

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott has heard of the arrival of Galactus. He has been training with the amazons more, given his ties to them. Also, making sure all of the Pym tech, running, has backups and plent of the discs. Something tells him he would need them. There's some sleepless nights over it. Plus, there are some nights spent at Stark Tech, too.

Scott will text back, "I'm alright. Enjoying a few things in case recent events take me into space for a while. How's one of my favorite magic people?" he'll fire back. He uses "one of" in case the amazons are considered magical, in a technical sense. Many on earthw ould call them magical by default due to skill, beauty, knowledge, art or a combination. So he's trying to be inclusive.

Clea has posed:
Clea wasn't accustomed to texting, but it was an alright thing. "I'm alright. Trying to find any information that I can. Deciding what sacrifices might need to be made to save Earth." she texts.

"If this is a bad time I could text back then? I know that people have families and things. And with this news its probably scary." she states.

"But if you are free and would like to talk I could offer to have you over." she finishes off that round of texting.

Scott Lang has posed:
"I can be a second set of eyes, if you want them," Scott answers back quickly. Anything to minimize the sacrifices would be high on his list.

"It's not a bad time," he takes a few momets to add that. "If it's a bad time I would either say so, or not answer to begin with," and then he nods to the phone when that last message comes in.

"Got an address," and that's when he will make his way to Clea's place. When he gets there he'll knock on the door going with the old fashioned "Shave and a haircut, two bits."

Clea has posed:
"That would be great on that. I'm sorta...well, I need a second opinion." Clea types back. "I appreciate that you're willing to talk. I wasn't really sure who else to call. And Coulson deals with enough from me." she muses via the text.

The address is given and then she greets the man at the door when he knocks. "Come on in, Scott. I apologize if the decor is a little...over the top. I put it back to what it was before Clint moved in, but...he doesn't live here anymore either." she chuckles. "Can I get you a drink or anything?" she asks him.

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott would just comment, "Don't listen to what they say, it looks great on you. If that answer doesn't work, 42. I saw it in a show once, apparently it's teh answer to all things," he shrugs after sending it.

Then he looks about the place. "Why doesn't he live here? "he senses a breakup or something. "Something carbonated or just plain water. Whatever you have," he smiles and offers a hug, he's a hugger.

Clea has posed:
Clea looks a little confused, "Oh is that what they say when clothing opinions are asked?" she muses. "Thankfully I wouldn't do that to anyone." she tells him as she closes the door.

Clea looks a little bit not sure how to answer the question of why Clint no longer lives there, "He was not over his ex. They are back together. Life goes on." she states. While she doesn't shy away from the hug, Scott can probably tell it is not a common thing for the sorceress. "Thank you. I'll get drinks." she tells him. "Please have a seat. I promise none of the furniture will try to eat you." she chuckles as she goes to retrieve a few sodas and bottles of water. "How is your family, Scott?" she asks him.

Scott Lang has posed:
"No. I was just saying you're a delightful woman and making sure you felt encouraged," Scott says honestly and then he goes inside.

Then there's a pause and he looks at her, "Do we need Ben and Jerry, or liquor, to tackle the Clint stuff?" he asks wanting to be an ear for her. Hes' not sure if the magical community would have a supportive shoulder or view it as something banal.

"If my name began with J.D., I might be disappointed with that comment," he grins and nods. "Thank you for having furniture that won't eat me, I prefer my furniture to simply comfort me. No more, no less," and then he pauses for a moment. "Just...trying to shield my daughter from the insantiy," he admits softly. That's a bit of a tall order.

Clea has posed:
"Oh." Clea states. "I apologize. Human sayings as still not my forte sometimes." she admits to that. Then there is a shake of her head, "No, this was...eight months ago. It's been a while." she admits. "I'm fine." she states with a smile.

She settles the drinks on the table. "J.D.?" she asks him.

Then she settles into a seat and opens one of the waters. "I can imagine that having a child during this will be very stressful. If I can help that in anyway, please let me know." she tells him.

Scott Lang has posed:
"You're fine, Clea," Scott admits honestly. He knows Clea isn't familiar with certain human bits. However, he would do his best to bridge the gap if there's no understanding, or mend a misunderstanding.

"There was someone in politics, semi-famous, accused of...'really' loving his furniutre. Like a love saved for a partner," and he will leave the joke stay there.

Taking a water for, he opens it open. Then he takes a swig of it. "Help me stop the threat, or I help you stop the threat, so my kid has zero worries for a while. That's all I can ask anyone when it comes to this threat. Let's do our part so we can keep waking up on this rock for decades to come," he smiles. That's his attitude.

Clea has posed:
Clea makes a face at the...J.D. person, "He sounds like he's a little more than confused." she admits to that. She curls her legs under herself in the chair, for once letting gravity win.

"This is going to be a massive undertaking on all fronts. It was suggested to me that I should seek out my uncle and ask if he knows any secrets about Galactus." she states. "I know if I do that he will want me to give up my claim to the throne and I'll be banished. And it's something I'm willing to do if others can live peacefully and we can defeat the threat." she admits.

Scott Lang has posed:
"Your Uncle?" he asks as that part of her family is an unknown to him. Then he will look at her for a moment. "Why would he do that? You may need to give me a brief history, and maybe political, lesson," he looks at her for a moment as he leans back in his spot.

Clea has posed:
Clea nods, "My Uncle is Dormammu, he is a tyrant and imprisoned me for over 800 years because I would not be like one of his blind zealots and worship the ground he walks upon." she admits.

"But he is old and knows things. I'm just not sure what all he might know about this being...or if he would be telling the truth." she frowns.

Scott Lang has posed:
"Ah. So, stay away from family reunions," he nods about the slavery and then winds up saying, "I'll do my part to make sure you're free for eight cenutires here," he gives a soft smile. Then he looks at her, "Do you know more trust worthy sources you can trust in that realm?"

Clea has posed:
"I don't have a family really." Clea states with a shrug of her shoulders. "That is sweet of you to say, Scott, but humans don't live that long." she tells him.

"Most of the Dark Dimension denizens don't know of the outside realms, so I'm not sure how they'd know of this Galactus. My only other trusted ally that might know something is Doctor Strange and I hate to bother him as he has his own family to look after." she states.

Scott Lang has posed:
"I said I would do my part to help you live that long. I didn't say I could live that long with you," he says not liking that he would die long before someone, Also, he knows it mays tink for her to watch loved ones die.

"What about others he knows?" he asks looking at her, wondering if she has a reputation that can get her thorugh

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a bit of a smile to Scott, "I'm the last person you need to worry about, Scott. I promise." she tells him as she takes a drink of her water.

"I do hate that almost everyone that I know now..." she motions with her hand, not wanting to say it.

"I could seek out some of the people that he knows. That's not a bad idea." she ponders. "I was thinking of reaching out to Doctor Doom, just to see if he might have anything in his repositories on Galactus." she admits.

Scott Lang has posed:
"Not when someone says, former prisoner of one of the underworld's biggest, oldest bads," and he pauses for a moment. His gaze on her for a moment. "I'm sure I can find something, if you want me to be annoying you for centuries," he does know some magical people.

"Why Doom?" hea sks thinking that nothing he's heard about him is bad.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a look to Scott and there is a soft smile, "I appreciate the thought, Scott. But Immortality...is a very horrible thing somedays." she admits.

"I figured that my ex-fiance might have some knowledge. Whether he wanted to share is the other question." she states with a bit of a chuckle. "I don't know, part of me still trusts him. And I'm sure the world ending would put a wrench in all of his carefully crafted plans that he has hidden." she points out.

Scott Lang has posed:
"I know amazons. I already have concerns about mortality," he admits. Those pale green eyes look over to her. She can feel the heaviness of those words.

'Ex fiance?" he says and points between herself and blankspot. "Strange?" he asks curiously with a brow raised. Again, he's making sure everything is understood on his end of things.

Clea has posed:
"How did you get involved with the Amazons?" Clea asks him curiously. Then there is a soft sigh, "I know...and believe me, if we don't stop Galactus it will be a worry manifest." she frowns. When he asks if Strange was the fiance, she shakes her head, "That was not meant to be...and he married another Sorceress." she states.

"I was going to marry Victor von Doom. He is the person I speak of." she admits. "I have horrible luck with men." she muses.

Scott Lang has posed:
"That's a long story. I can tell you, but that would require time," SCott is not against that, he just wants her to know it'll take a little bit to cover all of that. Then he nods about STrange. Clea course corrects Scott's thoughts.

He frowns at the realization. "Don't make me set you up with a blind date with talk like that," he grins at her for a momnt. "Cause I totally can," he gives her a nod. That' something he would do for Clea, she deserves a lot.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a look to him and there is a nod, "Another time then." she states to that. There is a soft chuckle though at his talk of setting her up.

"Truth be told...I was going to ask Bucky on a date...but Steve died and then..." she makes a hand motion of everything crashing down.

"Oh! Did I show you my big fish phot for Tinder?!" she asks him. She apparently remembered!

Scott Lang has posed:
"Long story short, for now, someone I knew became very involved with the amazons for very personal reasons. Because of that, I've been around the amazons more. Also, I may have signed up Cassie for combat lessons. Because one day she might put on a costume and I'd like to prepare for that day. Also, for when she dates. She can beat up the bad ones better than I could," he grins and gives a couple of nods.

Then he hears about Bucky and winces, "Your luck isn't bad. Timing isn't for you, but you're good people. and yes, I want to see your fishing photo. Please don't tell me you're actually fishing," he thinks she might tkae it as a literal meaning. He doesn't know where it cane go.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a gentle nod to Scott, "It's good to have her be prepared for things. And anything she can't handle I'm sure she's got people to help her." she states to that. She gets out her phone and scrolls to a post from July on her Instagram. The photo above: A rather elegantly dressed white haired sorceress who is holding a rather large...WAIT, that's King Shark, like so many men do on their Tinder profiles. Longways, not upside down!

"Some group named PETA said that was not a funny picture." she admits. "I think I like men that are just unobtainable. Just look at the list. Though I had so many hopes for Clint and I. I thought that was the one." she frowns. "Ah well, he's happier than he was. I can't fault that." she states. "And I'm alright. I just don't have anyone to talk on things with, so I tend to dump everything when I get the chance." she states apologetically.

Scott Lang has posed:
"That's the plan." Then he looks at her for a moment. Then there's a pause and he openly laughs at that photo. "That's cute, intimidating, funny and great," he grins looking at the photo off her holding King Shark as if he is a prize to pluck from the ocean. That makes him smile beyond belief.

"They mean well, but something happened to the group. They kind of lost their way," he gives a nod to that. It's something he belives in the group. Like they meant well then something detrailed them quite a bit.

"You can dump on me. It's fine. I'm happy to be there for someone that wants me," he gives a soft smile to her. It's him being honest about that.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a grin to him, "I didn't just grab him and take the picture. He was actually on board to take the photo." she chuckles. "And he got fed after that for his time." she nods.

"I still feel like I'm not all up to date with human lingo and things, but I'm glad that I can figure out some things." she admits.

Then there is a look to him, "Someone that wants you? I thought you were in a relationship and things, Scott?" she asks him. "If it's something not to speak on, just let me know." she adds.

Scott Lang has posed:
"I know. I figured someone like that wouldn't take a photo without food, money, an agreement, something," Scott grins. "Why do you think I think it's awesome," he grins at her and then nods. "I can teach you more human things if you want," he grins at her for a moment.

"Well, if you want me like -that-, I can't. I'm flattered and were I single, I probably would. What I mean is, if you need me to be an ear. If you would prefer me to be an ear, an aid, or anything you need, ask," Scott clarifies that last part to make it clear.

Clea has posed:
"At least he didn't bite me." Clea muses to that. "And sure, I think that it would be good to learn more human etiquette on things." she smiles to Scott.

Then there is a bit of a look to him, "Oh I didn't mean it like that. You're very handsome, but I wouldn't do anything to ruin anothers relationship." she admits. "So friends." she nods to that. Easy peasy!

Scott Lang has posed:
"Well, one would presume you'd have that basis covered," Scott says honestly. He figured the first conversations would be around no biting ore ating. His gaze on her.

Clea gets honest and he nods, "I appreciate that," and that's honest. "still, I'll always be in your corner for as long as I can," he gives a soft smile and a nod. "Shall we track down your crappy ex and see what he may ahve to say?" he's curious how that one would go. Still, he figures moral support against the man that text books used to redefine narcissism. Doom's not just the picture definition, he improved upon the old one and replaced it.

Clea has posed:
"I have most of the basics covered. And Clint taught me how to swindle people at pool for ice cream money." Clea smiles brightly at that. Because isn't swindling taught to all?!

When he tells her that he'll be in her corner there is a smile, "Thank you, that is appreciated. And I will be in yours when needed." she dips her head to him. Though there is a look to him when he calls Doom her 'crappy Ex', "He was not horrible to me. But in the end, I don't know." she shrugs. "All I know is that he might know something given the breadth of his knowledge and I can send a missive to him. I don't want to go to Latveria. Just in case." she muses.