4829/Tough Love and Mad Science

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Tough Love and Mad Science
Date of Scene: 21 January 2021
Location: Pym's Mobile Lab
Synopsis: Rod and Reed get danish. Mike gets a guard ant. Hank gets intense.
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Michael Hannigan, Reed Richards

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has dealt with numerous problems as a science type super. None of them prepared him for this.

With an annoyed yelp the scientist pulls his forefinger out of Rod's mouth.

"Where's Mikey!"

"He's coming!"

"I think I chipped a tooth on your finger."

"That bite didn't do my finger a hell of a lotta good! I'm glad I wore the ant-proof gloves from my costume. I still felt it."

"Are you a real doctor?"

"I exist. It says 'doctor' on several degrees."

"A MEDICAL doctor you ****ing quack!"

"The AMA and I have agreed giving me access to a prescription pad is a bad idea. So no. The good news is all the medicine I use is home-brewed. Would you like me to put on some music? I was listening to Elvis Park just before you woke up."


Michael Hannigan has posed:
The ponytailed research subject didn't really appreciate waking up with someone's finger in his mouth. So of course he bit down before opening his eyes. He sure as hell didn't invite that behavior.

The Doppelganger lies on the table, glaring at Hank for the intrusion but there's a bit of surprise to his features as well. He feels, different. And being this guy isn't a real doctor, there's no telling what he was doing while he was sleeping, "What did you do to me?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym goes over to a monitor. "Besides giving you a good rest, a shot of mega antibiotics ten years ahead of the best stuff on the market and nutrients, not much. I was trying to check on you for symptoms of cold or flu when you bit me. But I think we're about through here. I'm sending you to a mental hospital run by some friends in black body armor, but they have fine doctors there with prescription pads. I thinnnnnk I have all the readings I need for my project."

"For what it's worth I sympathize with your position, having a ruined world and all. Problem is... you didn't ask for help, you invaded and there were already attacks on our people by your people. Maybe we can still do something about that and manage to help you out. Oh, you're on a mild antidepressant right now. In fact I took it for a while."

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards walks in looking about, "Remarkable." He hasn't shaved in days and is still wearing his lab coat but he has the device carried by a strap across his body, "I love what you've done with the place." He smiles looking about, "What is all this about a guest?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod's eyes narrow. "MY people? Oh, does that mean you the person to blame to when some guy on the other side of your planet robs a bank? I was fine with the shelter."

He shakes his head, straining a bit but finding himself still stuck on the lab table. "Uh-" He looks to Hank. "Can I sit up?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym hits a button and the lab table rises and bends letting Rod sit up. With another button he deploys a monitor letting Rod watch VH1. He raises an eyebrow as Reed enters with his device.

"Morning, Reed. Rod, this is Dr. Richards. Reed this is Rod, from points unknown. So Reed, we got a multilayered detection plan under way." He turns to speak more quietly to Mr. Fantastic. "Nadia is making the Pym-Tech device more portable to detect doubles and portal activities via energy traces. We have your quantum resonator and I'm working on a portable, range EEG to detect them by their mushy brains. This is one of them. I have his brain waves recorded. It just needs final assembly and testing... on him." He turns back to Rod all smiles again. Oooh Lady Gaga is on.

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards nods, "Excellent, I had a brainstorm after you left, and managed to decrease the resonator to a functionaly portable size. I'm afraid my association with Ben may have skewed my perspective, He smiles, shrugs and places the suitcase sized device on a lab table near at hand. I think we may be able to use the resonator to block or even reverse the portals but I am still making calaculation. What has Rod told us so far?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
While enjoying being able to sit up, Rod scrunches his face as he's subjected to Lady Gaga. Reed's entrance does give him an excuse, looking away from it. "Hi." He nods to the monitor, "Do we have to have that playing? She's weird."

While Mike does have a fast means of transportation, he's not traveling around as Phantasm. It's probably not a good idea to advertise to the Doppel what he can do. So hoofing it is the chosen form of transport when he got messaged to come over. As such, he's the last to join the party. Bo being kind enough to get the door for him when he gets there, leading him to the lab area. "Hey, you said he was up?"

Rod's head turns, looking over towards Mike. Gaga scrunch face fades to that of an easy smile. "Hey Mikey."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sighs and switches the channel to Gilligan's Island, probably a universal constant in itself. He eyes the device reed sets down and says, "Half this size is what you're shooting for, right?" He touches it and it shrinks accordingly. He winks at Reed, "I won't tell." He turns yet again as Mike enters. "Oh, Reed, my friend, Mike Hannigan. Valeria or franklin might know him better. Mike, this is Dr. Richards. I'm sure you knew that already."

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards looks up from his fiddling with knobs and switches to take in Mike. He nods, and smiles, considering a time when his children did not have friends he had never met and sighs a little wistfully, "Indeed, Hello." and then looks over to Hank, "Another scientist?" He sounds a bit incredulous but smiles when you shrink the box, "That is a useful tool to have." He quietly recalibrates the device to adjust for the pym particles.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shakes head, "No Mike is a gifted musician. Your kids might know him, although hell I recognized him by his work and I just turned forty a week ago." He also found a couple silver hairs hiding among the blond ones. "Sheesh... how about Foo fighters?" He starts channel surfing.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to Rod as he calls his name, giving a nod. "Hello...Rod." There's a bit of hesitation before he states the name. He turns his head looking back towards Hank and Reed as introductions are made over there, nodding as Hank makes the vocal assumption of his knowing Richards already. "I do." Being Reed and Hank are fiddling with tech, the musician doesn't offer his hand in greeting.

Rod's ignoring the tv, looking over to the other three, still smiling to the shortest of the three.

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards nods and smiles, "Ah, a musician. Interesting." He picks up the detector and looks it over is this your sensor? Interesting, how are the readings?" He regards the sensor and the man on the table with curiosity.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym turns back to Reed, "I've not finished the assembly yet, Reed. I was going to do that when things began happening. Here, let me finish it up." He reaches for the sensor and a screwdriver.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod studies Mike from his position before he opens his mouth. "...How old are you here, Mikey? I mean granted you look just like the day you-" He pauses, "-I thought you'd look older." He leans his head forward, squinting.

Mike looks over to Rod, lips parting in thought. "...28."

"... The years have been good to you."

"That's debatable."

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards nods distractedly and shapes his finger into a screwdriver. "This is excellent work. Really good, stuff." He moves a few things around, assembling and modifying on the fly. He triggers an update of the software and hands it over, "That should do it. Should we be talking to him.?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at the device, eyes bulging a little. He inspects the work, vein in his neck trembling a little. "You switched... you moved... this was... oh... very nice. thank. you. Yeah let's talk to him." He goes over to Rod and pulls up a stool.

"So Rod, how about you answer a few questions and maybe we can break for some coffee and danish I have in the next room. What were you planning going to the studio... how did you find Mike and the studio? Here... I'll take off the restraints. You mind your manners. Or I'll bring my daughter in to beat you up some more."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"You're still breathing aren't you?!" Rod bites out, eyes narrowing.

Mike frowns, taking a step back in response. But being he's not near Rod it doesn't make much difference to him.

Rod looks to the movement. Frowning, fists clencing as he glances down. "S-" He shakes his head, giving a frustrated sigh, "...It's still good to see you again." He murmurs, glancing to look towards the Hank as he removes the restraints. "Danish?" He repeats, curiously. "Danish what?"

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards frowns calculating potential timelines without a Danish pastry, "Do you have giant Beavers?" He frowns, "You say the timeline diverged 40 years ago? Was there flooding?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym facepalms. "I have Danish pastries. A sticky bun with cheese or fruit dumped in the middle. But thank you for making me feel like one of the cool kids by comparison for a moment."

//Cozette, get the refreshments... Cozette! I counted those pastries. If any are missing I will be a hungry and vengeful god!//

"Rod... focus. How did you know to go to the studio to find Mike?"

Cozette returns with a box and Hank opens it and shakes his head. //These are bearclaws. I said Danish. Try again. No leave these. And bring us the coffee and cups. Bo, guard Rod. Don't let him get up.// Cozette complies. Baudelaire steps between Rod and Mike.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod tilts his head. "...That DOES sound good. I wasn't sure if you were talking about bread or oats." He looks over to Reed curiously. "...I don't know how big a beaver is. Never saw ooo-." He pauses as he looks to Bo standing between him and Mike. "Is that a normal size for an ant?"

Mike looks down to Bo and reaches a hand down to pat him. "It is in this lab." He nods to Hank. "Uh, could you answer his questions? I'm wondering too."

"Oh- The TV said so. I mean they used your middle name, but it wasn't THAT hard."

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards frowns, "Interesting, was that the reason for your transition? To find Michael?" He twists his lips considering, "Is this a tourist endeavor?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym frowns a bit. "Yes, I'm curious what you planned to do. I'm sure you looked Mike up and learned about what happened to /his/ Rod. Did you want help? Odd to bring a knife along. Some people from your side have hurt or killed some of our people. If you wanted help... that's a bad way to start. You may have your own superhumans, Rod, but we do too. Our superhumans beat ZZGU, yours did not. Does attacking us sound like a good idea? I'll be glad to advocate medical help for you all, as soon as you all are no longer a threat. Till then... people are going to get hurt. The more people hurt, the less likely we are to help."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod looks over to Reed then to Hank, "Wh- No. One of your TVs told me. It didn't even occur to me he'd be close and alive til I saw him on it. The knife- always have one on you... Bad things happen when you don't."

A pointed glance is given to Mike, "Always- Don't forget your knife."

He looks back to Hank. "Attack you? You went after me. We were fine- talking."

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards frowns considering, "Well, we were basing analysis of future behavior on past interaction, though... Why did you cross over? If no to see Mike? You're not an explorer, to don't seem to be part of an organized plan, were you captured? Are you a refugee? How did you get access to this technology?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shakes his head. "I was standing still and taking no actions. You drew a knife and we subdued you. The first man through a portal killed his local counterpart. I think showed admirable restraint calling Nadia off you. And she didn't move first... she's just very fast and protective of me, her dad. More to the point, I can talk to the authorities about you staying here. I might be able to work something out if you can tell us more and agree to treatment. That alien messed you all up. I want to help. But I can't help but feel like you're sitting on something and not telling me." As an after thought Cozette comes in with a box of danish and a pot of coffee and cups on a tray and sets it down, skittering away. "Go ahead guys. Eat. Rod can think over his reply."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to Hank at the mention of eating up and then looks over towards Rod. He sighs, grabbing a napkin to pick up one of the Danish before walking over to hand it over to Rod. No word before walking back to the box to pick his own.

Rod blinks. Watching the musician walk away before looking down to the breakfast pastry. Theres the slightest of smiles before it fades. He shakes his head, "You said I couldn't leave. I can't do that- not til I find him." He looks over to Mike, "Do you know a Gellar here?"

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards monitors the equipmentand frowns mouths the word, "Gellar?" Then out loud, "Why do you need to find them?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The mention of the name causes for a head tilt from Mike. "...Not off the top of my head. Why?"

"I followed after him." Rod replies, giving a bit of a slight stressed laugh, "If you think I'm bad..." He shakes his head, "You don't want him here."

As the doppelRod looks over to him, Mike gets a sinking feeling as the expression darkens.

"Especially you. Stay off the TV."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym frowns at that. "I'll send Bo home with you tonight, Mike. If he bangs his head on the door he needs to go out. Otherwise the door will need replacement. I'd like to know where you appeared Rod and a description of this Gellar. And I don't think you're bad. You've mental health issues. An alien shroom invaded your mind. You need help, as soon as we deal with Gellar I'll come around to you again. We can test your gear on a portal with luck Reed and have another person to try my sensor on. I hope he won't be too much for two shy bookish scientists." He smirks a little.

Reed Richards has posed:
Reed Richards nods, "Yes, if we can confirm the time and date we can back track to the location of the previous portal and perhaps locate this Gelllar. Do we have any samples of the alien fungi?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks between Rod, Hank, and Bo before settling on Hank. "...How am I going to explain Bo to Wade without him reacting badly?"

Rod bites his lip in thought. Glancing to the door and then to the musician. "Ok. Yeah. Fine. We came out of a subway station in Chelsea..."