4359/Like Father Like Daughter

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Like Father Like Daughter
Date of Scene: 10 December 2020
Location: Pym's Mobile Lab
Synopsis: Hank and Nadia Make All Manner of Discoveries.
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Nadia Pym-van Dyne




Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has laid a number of components out on a table. He checks the playlist: Allison Blaire, Nick Drago, Ruth B, Three Doors Down. He watches the sensors on his industrial press, ehhh give it five more minutes. It's time for maximum productivity.

He opens his lab coat and hurried doffs his his pants and dons extra comfy flannel shorts. Now if Nadia will decides to come everything will fall into place.

Big if since when she last saw him he was a miserable abusive dwarf with height issues. Well he'd just look that much better now.

Hank adjusts his shorts and siiiiiighs.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Fwoosh! The door to the inner lab slides open as if on cue and in steps Nadia wearing a labcoat of her own over her Waspette uniform, minus the helmet. A practical choice, given the propensity for theoretical technologies to explode. The labcoat has been allowed to hang open and flutters behind her like a cape as the door wooshes shut again behind her.

"Dad! I got your message! I think I can help, I've actually been doing a lot of work with wormholes and piercing dimensional fabric lately after what happened to my friends. They actually would up in some kind of wormhole within a wormhole pocket dimension that had planets orbiting a black hole, wild!" If her feelings towards her father have shifted at all, it's not showing outwardly. Nadia still seems to be her usual positive and enthusiastic self, ever willing to push the boundaries of SCIENCE! Perhaps a little too willing sometimes...

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks over the armor. "Wormhole within a wormhole sounds like what we're shooting for. Pants are optional. Let's get down to it. Oh... gimme a hug and kiss and let me apologize for being an ass and yelling at you." He turns Dazzler on with a remote and makes a gesture to Bo who heads off to discourage visitors. Especially Lang. No Lang right now. Just science and his favorite lab partner. He holds his arms out to receive the hug.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
The distance is quickly crossed and Nadia wraps Hank in a hug that would be rather pleasant if she'd just remember her own strength. "We all have bad days Dad, at least you don't break people when you do." She smiles at him.

She then pulls out the StarkTech tablet that Tony let her keep when they were working on the Brainiac Array together. "I brought data from the space wormholes that we studied, including Warworld's collapsed wormhole, and also from the interdimensional hole that was made to that reality where Evil Robot You had you prisoner. We just need to isolate the detectable phenomenon and figure out a receiver."

She steps over to the table with the components laid out on it, "Though it looks like you already have an idea for it?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at the components. "Yeah well... having my own Pym particles and manipulating them mentally... I didn't realize how far behind some of my tech became until I saw yours. Anyway, electrons create an electrical field when moving, a moving electrical field creates a magnetic field. I thought... what if we can do the same with Pym particles? Create field effects... it might function to shrink or enlarge space time itself. Anyway that's what I was trying. But t needs a much finer measuring of Pym particles than I've achieved to date... also be careful hugging dad in that armor..." He smirks a little and bends to look at the devices controlling her own particle traps. Squinting in mock avarice.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia releases her father looking a bit sheepish, she does easily forget her own strength and wearing her Waspette suit has practically become second nature with all the time she spends with the Titans.

"Oh, that's a great idea Dad!" Nadia agrees, nodding enthusiastically, "There would be so many applications for that sort of phenomena." She doesn't mention the T-Jet's new space propulsion system or how it works. "So how will that help us detect dimensional breaches?" She asks curiously.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym reaches for the tablet and begins sketching on it. "The particles effect space. Any wormhole incursion will likewise affect space and thus the particles... we need a way to detect the effect on the particles... magnetic field scanner? The particles are magnetized for control. Or... we manipulate Pym particles by binding them to a psion... and the insect comm array does detect electro-psionic waves! If we can retune it so it doesn't shrink the user. Did you read your mom's notebooks on that tech? Or do you have a better idea? I mean I'm split the SHIELD grant with you... no arguments. You have to fund a lab."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia takes a seat on one of the wheeled lab stools that invariably exist in any true super science lab. One hand comes up tapping the side of her head as she thinks. "That would involve you giving the insect control technology to SHIELD and I don't think you want to do that, do you?"

She begins scrolling through the data in her tablet, "These disturbances do seem to have a common thread of electromagnetic radiation but there's a polarity disruption involved when the actual breaches occur, part of the space/time tearing involves a sudden forced shift of electrons and even smaller sub-atomic particles matching their poles and being forced apart. If the Pym Fields can interact with the electromagnetic fields, they could be used to scan for polarization spikes within the global electromagnetic field, which could perhaps pinpoint the locations of dimensional breaches? Though it will probably take some fine tuning..."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks over Nadia's shoulder at the tablet. He turns away after a moment rubbing his temples. "Polarization indicating dimensional breach... brilliant. But the manner of detection... A probe in the wormhole... too energy intensive... spot checks... too errr spotty. Damn! Simple. We use paired, tangled particles, one n the hole, the other in... well anywhere you have a containment vessel! What do you think?" Competing with his daughter? Nah, not like that. More like stepping up his game. Very few people make him step up his game.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia spins in a circle on the wheeled stool for a moment, maybe it helps her think, maybe she is just being whimsical. When the stool stops spinning her hand is back on her chin thinking as she considers Hank's idea. "The simplest particles to work with in Quantum entanglement are photons. Maxwell described light as the propogating wave of Electromagnetic fields, where light waves are made up of those photons. Really that explains why so many portals glow and seem to emit light. The polarity change might be measurable as a phase shift in the entangled photons. With this data, we can likely isolate how the photons are entangled on opposite ends of wormholes and on parallel Earths, if we use equations based on the Pym Field's expansion and contraction of space/time, I think we can build a scanner to detect when those particular photons are being tugged by their opposite entanglements indicating a polarity spike and the location of a dimensional breach."

Nadia stands up from the stool practically jumping to her feet and nodding several times, she seems quite pleased with this theory. "Now we just need to engineer a device to do that and do a lot of math to make it work, ALL the math!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym taps his chin, absently falling into a very similar pose to Nadia's. "Photons are hard to contain and measure... wait a plasma media will slow them down and make detection easier as well as containment. You want to do the math or the assembly? He rubs his hands, then there's a ding!

"Oooh, sandwiches are done! Okay, I'll get lunch, you start the math. Use my big board. You should be honored. I give you my leave, Princess Nadia." He hurries to get lunch. No more skipping meals Henry. You have an impressionable to steer around your pitfalls, which go all the way through Mole-Man's ceiling.

As he's getting the food he calls back, "How did you make out with the Titan's ftl drive, what happened to that? Did you hit a dead end or did you need to thwart someone?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"Plasma! That's perfect." Nadia agrees as she wanders over to the whiteboard while Hank gets lunch. Marker in hand she begins transferring data and statistics from the tablet to the board and scrawling down one complex equation after another. A few times she pauses to think, but she rarely stops for very long, Quantum Physics is her specialty after all.

"Oh we never got to FTL, currently it only does about ninety-nine percent of lightspeed. But it's enough to get to Pluto in a few hours. Jupiter is really beautiful in person. We met some aliens out there and after we chased off some other aliens harassing them, they helped us put the psychic beacon into Hyperspace." Psychic beacon? She may not have mentioned that part before.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym comes back in and says, "I want to have dinner Tuesday nights. We need to keep abreast of things. I mean it can be dinner and lab work but I think we could try to commit to a single dinner a week. Routine also helps with bipolar disorder and I really want to head any such problem off for you without meds, given what they do to Pym particle control. What do you think, sweetie? Oh I also have some paperwork for you to sign of on." He sets a platter of sandwiches and a green glass bottle open. He busies himself opening the bottle... a little scared of the reaction, truth be told. No teenager wants to spend time with their dad. He's been Dr. Hank Pym the scientist to her, and Hank Pym the hero, but really Hank the dad got little play. the bottle opens with a <pop> the cork hitting the board.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia looks up from the math, which now covers a large swath of the board, "I already take medicine for my bi-polar disorder." She replies, "Though from the research I've done and what the psychiatrist told me, mine are probably very different from yours, what works varies highly from person to person, it is highly individualized. Dinner sounds nice though, I don't mind doing that. I wonder what sort of additional flavors I could bond to the molecular structure of steak..." Easily distracted, she spends a few moments daydreaming about food before actual food is brought.

"I should finish this set of equations before I eat something." She says taking up the marker again and jotting down another series of numbers and symbols.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sets the tray down. He walks over to a stool and sits, looking at the equations. The food sits untouched by him. He toys with the sparkling cider as he watches. "That's fine. Stop whenever you want." He fiddles with a control on the bracelet he wears and seems to get some relief from it.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Finally, Nadia gets to a logical stopping point in what she was working on, there's still more to do, but the actual presence of food reminds her that she should eat.

The whiteboard marker is capped and set down as she turns to pick up her sandwich and start munching on it, "You make the best sandwiches Dad." She informs him between bites before reaching for some cider, "Mmmm appley."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gets up and goes to the components on the table to begin assembling them. He looks up at the math every so often. "Tanks honey, glad you like the lunch. He works slowly but surely and though neither would know he looks a bit like Nadia when she was captured by the Red Room and forced back to to work. Working carefully, skillfully and with no affective component. He gives her a smile when he answers but then falls back to work.

"I have a plasma containment unit in the storeroom on the left, could you get it please? We can finish the prototype and test it today if we hurry." He solders a micro circuit, squints and then shrinks to ant size to work closer.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
The sandwhich is quickly finished and washed down with cider, perhaps Nadia was hungrier than even she realized. It wouldn't be the first time she forgot to eat, or even the 278th. Does breakfast really even exist for teenagers?

"Okay, I'll get it." She calls back upon being asked to retrieve the plasma containment unit and skips off towards the storeroom to retrieve it, seemingly in good spirits today.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym turns on the battery powered soldering iron he held when he shrank and begins working on micro-circuitry. When one circuit is out of line he kicks in into place. Hah. then he sits on the edge of the motherboard pondering. Then he rubs his temples as he did when he had a flash of brilliance before but really feels rubbed out. "Rubbed out, like the Living Eraser did to me. Heh. Was there any one I fought, besides Ultron, who wasn't a joke?" he says it softly and he doesn't have his head gear with the loudspeakers to let himself be heard. He stays ant-sized and starts moving components together.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia reappears from the storage closet, "I found it!" She calls out, announcing her return as she walks into the room lugging the plasma containment unit, apparently not having gone the easy route of shrinking it. Thankfully she is inordinately strong for her size and build, so it isn't a problem.

*Thunk* The device is set down on the work table. Before she falls back on the waiting wheeled stool and uses the momentum, spinning as she goes, to take her back to the white board so she can finish off the last of her calculations for the calibration.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks up at the whiteboard then Nadia. He checks his neuro-cyckle. He is supposed to be feeling, not depressed for another couple days. Hank jumps off the counter and does a flip expanding in mid air. He grabs his cargo pants and pulls them on quickly then reaches for his outside coat. "I need to get a little air. Now. If you leave before I get back, I'll see you at the house tomorrow night for my little party, if you make it. Oh stay away from Aripiprazole for your condition. It messed me up. Tell your doctor you may have a sensitivity. Love you, see you later." He starts making for the door.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia blinks a few times looking up from the calculations, "Okay, I guess we can finish constructing the device later. Enjoy your walk." She smiles and goes back to writing out the last set of figures.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym hurries from the lab. He barely notices the gate and doesn't stop to fish for a key card. He merely grows and steps over it and is in Battery Park City before he comes to his senses and stops by a bench near some very large sneakers. Right, he was tutoring Kamala here, the other day. Heh. He looks out over the water. "Why am I so good with every kid but my own?" he says softly. Minor victory, no screaming or t-ant-trums this time. Good God, Lang was affecting him. He ponders his reveal party tomorrow. What fresh hell will that bring?

Maybe the creatures from Dimension K will attack.

He can always hope.