3331/T-Infinity and Beyond!

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T-Infinity and Beyond!
Date of Scene: 12 September 2020
Location: Hangar - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: A manic Nadia works on installing her new engines in the T-Jet, only to be surprised by friends, food, and her father! Nadia is eventually convinced by Siobhan and her father to take an actual break.
Cast of Characters: Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Heather Danielson, Hank Pym, America Chavez, Gwen Stacy, Siobhan Smythe




Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
For the better part of a week the only people who have seen anything of Nadia have been those who ventured into the Titans Tower labs where she was hard at work on some manner of space propulsion system for the T-Jet. Words like ion-based engines, infinite energy loups, frictionless plasma, Pym Cascades, and the manipulation of quantum field sizes were thrown around. Somewhat mysteriously the progress seemed to occasionally jump by leaps and bounds overnight almost like she was somehow cramming weeks worth of activity into mere hours. But at last that project has come to near fruition and Nadia has migrated to her new home in the hangar, at least until the installation is finished.

The Titans Tower hangar is a wide open spacious affair, it has to be to house the T-Jet and all of its necessary maintenance equipment as well as other projects of an aerial nature. It is here that Nadia can currently be found with the back end of the T-Jet completely opened up mid-refit. The whole thing has been surrounded by scaffolding as structural reinforcement and improvements to the existing environmental seals and life support have also been part of the process to make sure the T-Jet will be up to the rigors of space travel.

Currently Nadia is perched atop a latter at the back of the T-Jet, her face is masked and there's a blowtorch in her hand as she welds part of the new propulsion frame into the T-Jet's super structure. Nearby down below there is a table with a coffee machine on it and several cups, because really C8H10N4O2 probably the only thing keeping her going at this point.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "KRISPY KREME!" calls out Heather as she steps out of the elevator, a giant box of donuts in each hand. "Anyone want sugar?!" And she saunters her way over towards the jet. "Krispy Kreme?" she asks a bit more subdued as she rounds the back end and sets the boxes down on a countertop.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is not known for... well normal activities. This is why the sight of him in his lab coat. and goggles toting a large food basket might perplex his friends. He enters and looks at the coffee makings and empties and tsks. Then he looks at his daughter on the ladder. He was never one for small talk. He gives a nod of greeting and says, "Get down here and eat something, now. Sciencing under too much coffee is how Doom wound up wearing that mask, and I got Ultron." Yes, he is using his new power, the dad voice. It softens slightly, "I made your favorite. Grilled cheese."

America Chavez has posed:
America had been one of the ones to visit Nadia, to talk with her a little and, mostly, to bring food. Like tamales, nachos, tacos, and even Big Belly Burger. America was not one for 'health foods'. But, she at least recognized where Nadia's mind was at and had made sure her teammate not only had tasty food to eat, but good music to play too. Good, at least, in America's viewpoint.

It's a couple moments after Heather steps off the elevator that America does as well, "I've got fried pickles, bacon butterburgers, and grape sodas," she announces.

She pauses, when she sees Hank. "Glad I brought a lot, wasn't expecting you, Dr. Pym. Hey, Nadia. Heather." America lugs her bags of food over to a table near where the work is being done. "Looks like everyone is bringing food." She chuckles, and starts pulling out the various boxes and wrapped burgers.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
From the direction of the dorms comes another finger, blonde locks highlighted in pink and her hood down, Gwen stretched her arms over her head with a yawn. After her outing of her identity in the tower by accident a month or so ago there had been one benefit: she was able to eath and drink a lot easier when she didn't have to keep rolling her mask up!

Smoothing her headband into place to fix her disturbed hair into place, the Ghost Spider gives a little inhale and a soft exhale of delight. "Oh man, awesome timing!"

Swinging around town had built up an appetite. Never mind she'd literally dropped by to have a nap earlier!

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Appearing in the hangar as well, Siobhan hadn't brought food like the others. She was just curious what Nadia might be up to. She knew everyone was taking things differently and doing things differently. She personally felt somewhat useless to the whole thing. However, she could at least check in on those that could help. Now, she sees everyone showing up at once and blinks at the sight of Hank Pym especially. She looks to the others here and then calls out, "I didnae break any food but I figured I'd stop in and say hi all da same."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia keeps welding away, a shower of sparks cascading down from her perch, until the section of the new frame and the jet's superstructure are quite firmly joined together. Only then does the welding mask come up as she blinks down at the small gathering that has occured below and double blinks when she gets visual confirmation that it really was her father's voice that she heard.

There are black bags under her eyes, it's quite possible only that coffee is keeping her upright, but at least it seems like she's been eating and her clothes have probably been changed in the past day or three. Her hair is a bit wild though and overall she is looking kind of disheveled.

"Oh Dad, um, hi, I made this propulsion system. We need to go into space to take readings so we can get them back." Her eyes glance to the other Titans and she gives a little wave, lingering a moment on Gwen who she hasn't met yet, before returning to her father. Hank would recognize the obsessive quality in his daughter, she's been obsessing on this project /hard/.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gives a grunt of effort as he begins to grow. He stops at 12 feet tall, eye to eye with Nadia and holds his hands out to catch her as she jumps and give her a big hug. "Baby Wasp, you need to eat some real food, then sleep a little and then go over all this. I'll start checking the welds while you eat. A shower might also be indicated at some point before you spend a few days in a stuffy jet with your friends." He sage nods and puts Nadia down, remaining enormous for the moment. He looks over the precise little welds clicking his tongue appreciatively.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Smiling wider and wider as more and more food is mentioned, Heather looks like she is going to have the top of her head fall off due to the smile being too wide. She reaches and grabs a donut, taking a large bite as she strolls over to see some of the other foods available.
    "Hey!" she calls towards Nadia. "I'm not a tech type, but I -can- be a forklift if you need something hefted, lifted or whatnot, to help with your..." and then she spots Hank growing. "Or you could let him do that and I'll just keep eating." she says, her voice growing a bit smaller now.

America Chavez has posed:
"Hey," America greets both Heather, and Gwen - neither of whom she's met as she peels back the foil wrapping on one of the bacon cheeseburgers and offers, "America." She grins, big, then.

There's a brief glance to Nadia, "So, how's it coming? Call your dad in to double-time it? Sooner we can get out there and search the better. Wish I could help more, but, at least we got things moving on the backend while you're working away here."

She sets a box of fried pickles next to Nadia's workstation, "They. Are. Fantastic. You gotta try them."

Then, having given her endorsement to the fried pickles like she had with hot dogs, and strawberry non-alcoholic dacquiri's to her favorite Russian trained teammate she looks back towards the other two teammates. "Glad to finally meet both of you."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Dad feels, that's enough to have Gwen hesitating for a second, but America's greeting and Heather's approach to the common space offer a particularly welcome distraction. Gwen -was- a pretty talented tech-type, but she was still feeling a little 'off-step' given her own recent family dramas. Comfort in the form of fries was well and truely her prefered alternative right now!

Reaching down to pluck one with her gloved hand the spider smiles, gesturing to herself. "Ghost Spider...Or uh...Gwen if you like. Most people already found out and it's not like people here are going to go sharing stuff on social media so..."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile is given at the sight of Nadia and her dad. She frowns a little and looks to the side after a moment. Siobhan lets out a slow breath before shaking her had and turning her gaze to Gwen, "Gwen, den." She nods her head, "I am not sure we've really been properly introduced but I'm Siobhan." She nods again to Gwen before stepping up closer and offering a hand.

She then turns go look at Heather briefly and grins, "Hard to live up to a man who I believe is an Avenger." She nods her head, "I'm sure dere'll be tings to lift before long."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia blinks a few more times. She's more surprised by her father actually being here than him using the Pym Particles in his blood to change size. Ultimately she acquiesces to being brought off the latter and set down on the ground. "Yes. Food. I should ingest that." She agrees, there is a certain detached quality compared to her usual exuberance that can probably be attributed to sheer exhaustion, she somehow looks like she's been working on this for at least a month despite it only having been a week. Though really it probably should have taken her at least a month...

She meanders her way over to where the food is. "Wow. Donuts. I love donuts." She pronouces, there is a spark of Nadia there but overall it's some pretty non-energetic joy. She looks over the food America has brought, too. "Fried pickles? They come in fried?" On any normal day she'd be elated by this and probably still is on some level just lacking the energy to express it. The first thing she does eat though is her Dad's grilled cheese, lending credence to the assertion that it really is her favorite. Little known secret, Hank Pym makes amazing grilled cheese with SCIENCE!

She looks up at her father as she munches, "Thanks." she replies as she watches him check her welds before turning to her teammates, "Hey America. Hey Siobhan. It's coming along well. Maybe another day and it will be done. Maybe less with Dad here." She looks over to Heather and Gwen, "Hi Heather." She looks over at Gwen, "I do not think we have met. I am Nadia." She informs her.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Hi. I'm one of the new Titans. They call me Knockout. But.. my name is Heather." offers ... well.. Heather. She offers America a hand, and then grins to Gwen, "Good to see you again Pinky." she says, pointing at Gwen's head where that pink hair resides. "Sorry, couldn't resist the nickname." she adds with an impish grin.
    "OH GOD! FRIED PICKLES!" she announces as she steps over and starts filling up a plate with food. But then waves a hand to Nadia, "Hi!" She announces before popping another pickle into her mouth.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has a momentary guilt pang. Nadia waist high to him makes him think of her as a child, how he wasn't there for her or knew of her and all the years they lost. He manages a thin smile at the other young women as he pulls on a pair of glasses to inspect the welds. "I'm not easy to work with. So far only Nadia and Reed Richards have survived the ordeal, but I'm trying to change that. In any case, having two Pyms working on a project full time is just excess. But, I'm here now and checking welds and wiring is something any competent engineers among you can certainly do. You don't need quantum physics to contribute." Smile again, a little forced.

"Thank you for looking after Nadia. I'm glad she found friends here." Ah trumped by fried pickles... perhap after he checks one capacitor over there. "You need to cross wire the capacitors... it will increase the firing rate and voltage delivered. Unless this is good enough."

America Chavez has posed:
"America. Or, Miss America, as you prefer. Macattack online," she introduces herself to the other newer members, after taking a healthy bite of bacon cheeseburger. "Keep your mask on if you want, but I don't go for them." She moves over to a table that's free of debris, hops her butt up onto it and gets comfortable to watch Nadia and Hank work.

"Knockout? Good. More people to punch things with. I like that," she says, approvingly. Another nod, to 'Ghost Spider' and she gives a grin to Gwen. "Hopefully we'll work together sometime, and we can see what each other can do. In the meantime, don't know if you heard but we really need people to be out in the public, helping out as we can, showing people that the Titans are still here to stay. Nadia, and others are working on stuff like this to help get our friends back."

A pause as she looks over to Hank, "So, you work with space-crafts often, then?"

A gesture to Siobhan, "Have some food, I got plenty, and so did Knockout."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Smiling at Nadia, she nods to her, "I know you want to help but I'm pretty sure working yourself to death isn't goin' help anyone." She looks over at America briefly and nods to her, "I appreciate it. I will have some but I don't tink I have an appetite quite like de utters dat live here." She shrugs, "Apparently what I am isn't calorie intensive." She chuckles and walks over to get a couple of fried pickles before looking over at Hank. She shrugs slightly, "Not hard, if I'm bein' honest."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
The first half of the grilled cheese sandwich disappears and Nadia starts in on the second half, "Oh you can definitely help move some things." she tells Heather "All those frame pieces over there." she points to a big stack of heavy looking machined metal frame pieces off to one side, "They need to be moved into position for welding."

A bit of energy returns as she gets some food in her and she offers something of a smile up to her father, "Thanks Dad, your grilled cheese is the best. I'll definitely look at cross-wiring the capacitors." She then starts in on some fried pickles and a bacon cheeseburger, because America has never steared her wrong before.

Siobhan gets a smile, too. "I'll be fine, it's just a big project, but it needs to get done." Nevermind that it also lets her mind focus on something that isn't her missing friends. She is likely surpressing a whole lot of emotions this way.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Cheeks filled with donut foo, Heather looks like a teen blonde model and chipmunk. She nods her head and strides over to the pile. She stuffs the last bit of donut into her mouth and crouches down to begin hefting material.
    Yeah. While she is not in the league of the Amazons of Kryptonians, she's Spider-Man level strong, which is plenty for moving the metal bits and pieces for welding and the like. She brings a pile over and grins as she sets it down. "There!" she says. Yep! She can be useful!

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile at the others briefly, and how they seem to be enjoying themselves, Siobhan focses on Nadia and then tilts her head, "Yeah, maybe but what if ye make a mistake cause you're tired?" She asks and tilts her head, "Or get sick from runnin' yourself out." She nods her head, "Just be careful, all I'm sayin'." She nods her haed and then looks over at the food, selecting another bit and turnin' back to Nadia, "Just don't want ya to burn out."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia finishes her bacon cheeseburger and turns to 'supervise' the others now helping with the installation of her experimental new propulsion system into the T-Jet, "Yeah, you're right. I won't. Maybe while Dad is here and everyone is helping, maybe I can take a little break." She finds a chair to sit down and begins munching on one of the donuts with some coffee, watching and chatting with everyone, as the work continues around her.