1992/Beast: Aftermath

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Beast: Aftermath
Date of Scene: 07 June 2020
Location: A quiet hotel room.
Synopsis: Comfort is given, fears are shared - hat shopping and photo sharing is a must!
Cast of Characters: Henry McCoy, Carrie Kelley




Henry McCoy has posed:
Carrie had gotten word from Warren - that word being Hank had run into trouble. Perhaps not everything was laid out over the phone, just that he was home and safe now. Warren had arranged for a nearby hotel, should Carrie have time to meet the doctor. There was some hemming and hawing about the state of Hank, aside from he was uninjured. He did mention that Hank mentioned her, and was concerned for her safety.

So, a meeting was arranged - Hank sitting in a dim room. More like crouching on the chair, his new form still taking some getting used to. There was food nearby, partly eaten - his appetite was not quite back.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The Carrie that they get ahold of was rather stern in voice, and quiet when details were obviously not forthcoming. It doesn't stop her from showing up though. She had been worried, incessantly so, and had reached out to try and find him without success. She simply hadn't the contacts in the appropriate areas to learn what she needed to. When she hears he's back she's quite glad to rush out of Gotham to meet up, even if it's at a motel of all places. Trouble, though. That could be many things given his history.

Carrie pauses in front of the door a moment with a small bag slung over one shoulder packed full of potentially necessary items. A med kit, of course. A thermos of some chicken soup from Alfred because ... well. Comfort food always helped. And a change of clothes both casual and 'professional' should the need arise.

Schooling her expression into one that wasn't so stony and serious she reaches up to knock at the door calling out, "Henry?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Come in." He calls out, the door not locked. Something about locks right now, does not sit well with him. Should she enter, she can see the new Henry - though for as large as the man is, he certainly is curled up into something that seems smaller. His yellow eyes keep on her, wary. Everything could be a lie still, but there's hope.

"Carrie... is that you?" He asks, scenting the air and sitting up a bit straighter. "Dear lord... thank goodness you're all right." His eyes are wet.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The door is pushed open so that she can enter only to pause at the sight of him. It's not even the changes she's staring at immediately but the position he's in which causes her chest to clench. Something terrible had happened indeed. It's only when he sits up straighter that she realizes the differences letting out a short breath. "I'm fine, you're the one I'm worried about," she points out as she turns to nudge the door shut behind her. Automatically her hand goes to the lock only to pause glancing back toward him for confirmation. Either way she will leave it unlocked, or lock it, at his behest before striding into the room fully.

The bag she carries is unslung to be dropped on a chair as she makes her way toward him wordlessly. Arms open, and she leans into wrap him in a hug if he allows. "I was so worried," she lets out. "What happened? Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast nods when she motions to the lock. She's got a bit of education in the art of psychology, after all. There is definite trauma, PTSD and fear. The big man accepts the hug, though there is a lot of restraint from him. He's acting as if she were made of glass, fearful of harming her. The man takes a deep breath, looking to his newly shapen hands.

"There are monsters, they are real. I am sure... you've dealt with them in Gotham, or people like them. Mutants... have no lack of them." He says, quietly. "One... such monster, makes it a habit of... capturing and experimenting on other mutants to 'further' his understanding."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley inhales slowly, deeply, before nodding in silent agreement with that. She keeps her grip on him though one hand reaches up to smooth down the hair atop his head, such as it were in an effort to be comforting. The glance to his newly clawed hands draws her own gaze there as she begins to peice together his reluctance to hug back at least.

"We've our fair share and I've seen more than most. Monsters do indeed exist... and need to be fought against." Her lips purse together as she leans back a bit to look him over again. For all his acting as if she were the frail one it was him that looked as if he were about to break. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could have done something to help... I would have any way I could." But she wasn't in the know for his group. She knew that. They didn't know about her either, after all. It certainly was one of those situations that left her torn on what to do or say.

"I'm here now. You're here. Is there anything I can do to help?" Pausing, she considers before offering, "You could be the little spoon if it helps?" In regards to hugging.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a bit of fear in his eyes. "I was afraid he'd come for you, to hurt me. He... used our fear, our pain and our emotions against us." He says quietly, voice shaking. "I fought as much as I could, but there were telepaths." He doesn't know that they didn't find out about her - it's the terror that they did that is driving him. "You... were safe. I had to keep you safe, and the others in... the right place to keep from breaking." Whether it worked or not, is left to be seen.

"Food. Food is good." He can smell that chicken soup - it smells wonderful. "Little spoon?" A very slight grin. "I think that would be nice, yes." A look to his frame then. "I... I am different. My hands... my head." A tap to his temple. "My... I feel more animalistic." He whispers. "I feel... like I am less."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"You did exactly what you had to do, Henry. Survive. And help others survive." The rest... That would take time. The mention of food though earns a grin from her in response along with a singular nod. "I thought something like that might be helpful. Alfred made it. He makes the best chicken soup in the world." At least she certainly thought so. Likely there would be others that would argue the fact.

She pulls away only long enough to snag the bag and the large thermos within holding the soup. It was one of those nice camping gear thermoses with the pourable bowl-top lid, though this one came with a neatly folded fabric napkin wrapped around utensils that was then tied to the thermos itself with a bit of very neat cooking twine.

"Here," she offers as she sits beside him again twisting open the top to offer out to him. "It's... quite the change," she has to admit only to give a little shake of her head. "But you're still you. The only animal in that scenario was your captor."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Her motions are watched - as if he's expecting something bad to happen. When the thermos is open and he gets the full scent of the soup, his stomach rumbles. "Smells so good." He practically purrs. The cup is taken, hands fumbling with with grasping it for a moment. A frown. He does manage it, he's still just adjusting.

"There's more, there's more. It's... it is still something. Before I had a beast in me, one that ... one that I kept down rather easily." A shake of his head. "This one is stronger. More instinctual." A sigh, the man trying to sip - again adjusting to his new facial features. Poor guy.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley sits there simply watching as she unravels the napkin in case he might need that. It gave her hands something to do while leaving him free to work out the movements of his altered body. There's no suggestions or offering to help. Just company while he figures it out. "Ah. I suppose that would make a difference then." For a moment she hesitates in a thought that strikes her. Then she slowly leeeeans backwards to look over his back, before sitting up straight again. The timing would have to be perfect. She waits until he's finished his latest sip of the soup so that he won't spill any as she mentions, "You've got the ears and claws, but no tail. Would that make you a bobcat then?" A bad joke. A terrible joke. But one she hopes might at least earn a chuckle.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He does love humor, the joke getting a grin from him after he manages a sip of the soup. "I fear that I will be getting packets of catnip and being tormented with laser pointers in the future." He remarks, wryly. He does seem to be relaxing around her, at least. That's a good sign.

"Thankfully, no tail. I don't even know how I'd manage with that." A glance over his shoulder. A shake of his head. "Thank you." He says after a few moments. "I ... this will take a lot to heal." He says, honestly. "I can recognize that."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley reaches out to slide her hand over his upper arm as she just leans in against him lightly. Not quite a hug, but holding onto him none the less. It lets him eat the soup this way without issue and her head rests just at his shoulder. "I know. It's not the first time I've seen someone hurt badly after an incident. I'm not going to go anywhere."

"Bodily injuries are sometimes easier to deal with."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The touch is comforting, there is no doubt in that. He finishes two cups of that soup. The thermos top is set down, the man turning to face her and offering a slight smile. A hand pats hers. "Thank you for... being you." He murmurs. "Thank you for understanding." A pause. "I am sorry... I couldn't tell you or call you." Like he had any control of that.

A look to his hands and arms. "I... yes. I seem to mend easier now. Faster." He looks a bit confused.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley gives a faint, vague snort of amusement at that response only to lift an eyebrow at him. "I meant in general," she points out lifting her hand to give the side of his head a gentle little tap-tap with her fingertip. "A broken bone heals with time and some care. It's when they get to you up here that it takes longer. But I understand that. Been there a time or two." A slow, deep breath is drawn and let out. "I've seen war before and the results it can have on people that get involved. It's not the same situation, but ... I know it takes a long time, sometimes."

"I know. I reached out to Warren a few times but he was tight lipped. That's what made me worry. If it were something mundane he would have just told me, likely, but since he couldn't..." She shrugs faintly. "I'm glad you told me when you were able."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a pause. "I don't even know how long I've been gone, truth be told. I don't know how long they knew about our being missing." There are too many variables, thinking of it makes him more than a little aggitated. A deep breath. "I still don't remember how he caught me. It was after... Warren's party." A scowl.

The man shakes it off, trying to remain focused on the now - the here. "I am sure this will make the jokes about Beauty and the Beast more prominent, now." An attempted joke.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"We'll just get you a hat then it can be cat in the hat jokes," Carrie teases back as she rolls with the joke much as she can. If it helped to joke, she would. "It's been a few weeks, Henry," she offers quieter. At least she can supply him that information. Not so long and yet very long for those having gone through it.

It's then she actually takes a look around the room for a few moments. "They're not keeping you here the whole time I presume?" If they were. Oh. Oh she would have words with them about that. Though she rather figures that he suggested here so they could meet without worrying of any potential issues with either of their identities.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a shake of his head. "No, I came out here to be able to get to see you." He says, honestly. "The... school is private. I couldn't find Charles to ask him." A soft smile. A hand reaches up to feel the top of his head. "Better special order the hat. Else it won't fit." A wink.

"Are you sure about... laying down with me? I don't want to have a nightmare and ... act out."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley smiles softly at that question only to give a nod. "I'm aware of the potential issues. Do you think you'd act out?" She asks with a tip of her head to the side curiously. "If you really think you will, I can sleep in the chair. At least watch over you and be here so you won't be alone. Although," she adds with a chuckle. "I'm willing to take the risk. You seem calmer already," she points out.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It takes a long moment as he considers that. "You... should be fine. I should be fine." He says. Another nod. "I will be fine. This is an actual bed. I have clothes. I have fur..." A pause, turning then to look at her.

"You wouldn't have recognized me." He says, quietly. "He had a method of shutting off our mutations. It was... disturbing." A slight smirk. "I forgot what I had looked like without fur."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley raises her eyebrows at that only to quirk an amused smile. "I'm sure I would have caught on to who you were eventually. Though I admit I'm curious now about the lack of fur." A little chuckle comes as she nods toward him again with a tip of her chin toward the bed. "I imagine it would be cold without fur though if that's what you're used to. Speaking of..." She pauses a moment glancing over to the A/C in the room. "... Should be fine."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Her gaze is followed to the thermostat. "You can turn it up if you need." He says. "It was cold there, especially without fur." The man explains, a slight shiver. "I've got some photos from college, when I played football." The man muses. "We can make a date of it." A chuckle. "Flipping through my glory years as the Magilla Gorilla."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Then you should be allowed to be warm. I'm just used to that drafty old manor. It might be luxurious but the heating is atrocious." Carrie grins again at the thought. "Honestly the dorms were a bit better, just smaller. And," she adds as she shifts to kick off her shoes before moving to lay down. "I'd like that. I don't have any photos of when I was much younger, but I'm sure Alfred kept a few. He's always been a bit more of a sentimental sort than Bruce."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A nod. He looks to the bed and the blanket. "You can have the blanket if you need, Carrie." He stretches, raising his hands up and stretching. "We'll have to plan photo sharing another time... I'm... mentally exhausted." He admits, a bit sadly. "My body feels... fine. Healthy. Just... different. My mind though." A sigh. "A couple of weeks. It feels like forever."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley chuckles faintly as she gets comfortable, and then pats the bed beside her. "Come on, little spoon. We'll get you some rest then," she offers with a grin. "Hopefully without any unpleasant dreams. Mental exhaustion IS a thing... and you were already pushing yourself a lot with the Grodd and Sauron issue before this. I think," she adds, "It's safe to say you need a vacation."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank laughs at that. "I don't think, ever in my life, I have been called little spoon." He's clearly not offended by it. He lays down beside her, as suggested. "Vacations are for normal people." He murmurs, a chuckle. "I don't know that I've ever had one."