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No Small Help
Date of Scene: 15 February 2021
Location: Pym's Mobile Lab
Synopsis: Hank agrees to help Lester solve his problem with the Doll Man Syrum
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Lester Colt




Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym does have a full bathroom in his lab. WC, sink, shower with several modes. He uses the later, finally after spending too long in his uniform for sure. He exits wearing shorts, and a t-shirt -I want to be a better person but everyone is just so stupid. He towels the damp out f his hair and hands the towel to an ant who tosses it in a hamper. He regrets handing his cooking supplies to Vivian as he pulls a takeout menu from a drawer and surveys the offering. The ant returns looking hopeful, "Hmmm sweet and sour chicken looks good..."

Lester Colt has posed:
     A low knocking echoes out from the door to the portable lab it's firm and forceful as on the other side stands the man from the Coffee shop from the other day. He's dressed in winter camouflage with a white camo dewrag over his head and those same mirrored goggles over his eyes. He's stood out on the stoop waiting as snow slowly drifts down in all directions with some sort of device on his back twin nozzles stuck off of either size pointed down over the shoulders and down towards the ground.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym hits a button after seeing the authorization. "SHIELD? What do they want now?"

"Uhm yes Dr. Colt. What can I do for you? I was taking a short hygiene induced break before getting back to work? Would you like to put your jetpack down?" He ands the menu to the ant who promptly eats it.

Lester Colt has posed:
     Colt takes off the Jetpack one strap at a time before setting it down with care he looks back over with a calm expression. "I'm a big enough man to admit when I'm stumped Dr.Pym, and this is one case where neither myself or Dr.Glenn are able to make much progress, being it's an area adjacent to your expertise I felt there was no better person to turn to."

    He stands at ease with gloved hands down behind his back interlocked into place now that the heavy jetpack is no longer stuck into place there. It's difficult to make out expression with those thick goggles covering most of his face but the tone in his voice sounds almost desperate if still formal.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has a massive ego. that much is true. But he does have his sympathetic side. The best way to get to his sympathetic size is the stroke that ego. Also the introduction is quit enticing. As a child Henry did the Schroedinger's Car Experiment, substituting knockout gas for the poison. He promptly gassed himself due to curiosity and a faulty Desert Storm gas mask. His father left him lying on the floor after checking his pulse proclaiming it a learning experience.

"Sit down doctor and tell me your problem. I always have time for such matters. At ease for fred's sake. And thank you for your service by the way. I had one of your figures."

Lester Colt has posed:
     Colt finds himself a spot to set within the office not paying too much mind to the soldier ants wandering about in every direction the size of dogs. He lowers himself into position relaxing somewhat as he looks over towards Dr. Pym. "Well glad to hear that toy deal got some good use." He offers a bit of a friendly smile as he takes off his goggles setting them down onto his lap to reveal those dark brown eyes of his.

     "In the late 60's I discovered a formula with Dr.Emma Glenn which was capable of shrinking the human form." He starts resting one hand down onto his knee. "I didn't know it at the time, but as it turns out."

    He rolls up his sleeve showing his arm to be absolutely covered in little needle scars where he'd been injecting himself. "It's highly addictive, and as I found out later damaging to genetic code" He lets out a low sigh, looking back up to Dr.Pym.

     "I need your help, not just for my sake but my wife, I read what you publicly released about Pym particles and if there's any connection at all maybe your research could lead to some stabilization before the mutation becomes degradation."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym ponders. "There are certain biochemical processes that produce Pym particles. It's sort of haphazard. They won't work for everyone consistently. I guess you and your wife had the same genetic quirk my daughter and I have to enable the process. But dear lord, the side effects... yeah, I can see problems, addiction, rage issues... Uhm... you problem is not so much with the Pym particles as toxins in the serum enabling their collection. I assume you have a sample and the formula would be nice. these are dangerous waters. There were four people who knew how to handle these particles safely using chemical methods. I... can't promise you anything but I know genetics and I know biochemistry. If anyone could help it's me. Have you tried cold turkey? Methadone analogues?"

Lester Colt has posed:
     Colt reaches into his belt and pulls out a small disposable syringe from within the pouch. It contains a single dose of the Doll Man Formula in all its glory. He holds it in his hand for a long moment resisting the urge to inject himself with it as he'd already had his dose for the day, and instead hands it over to Dr.Pym.

     "Easier said than done." He offers with a bit of a chuckle before lowering the sleeve. "It's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to quit." He shakes his head. "Feels like your skin is on fire, heart racing head pounding, snakes crawling on every wall."

     He just takes in a deep breath. "The main issue seems to be that the severity of the withdrawal is simply too intense for traditional methods, I had considered the potential of a temporary induced medical coma, but that hardly fixes the formula itself."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes the syringe gingerly. "Hmmm. Cyano-arcylate base judging by the refraction. I'll take a look at it as soon as my work for the day is done. It's for SHIELD and it's badly needed. Now Dr... will you get in trouble with the authorities for giving me this? Or will I? I mean I will still help, I just don't want to be caught flat footed."

Lester Colt has posed:
     Lester reaches into his clothes and pulls out a burn bag from his person, setting it down onto the counter beside himself. He looks over towards his fellow doctor. "As long as you make certain not to let any of your data on this little project connect to the internet you should be fine. Just be sure to drop all the data into this burn bag at the end of the project, and we should both come out of this on the right side of things."

     He pushes himself to a stand. "Normally I wouldn't trust anyone with this kind of work, but I've been trying to fix this for almost 50 years without any luck, if you can't fix it, there's no bad blood, but in that bag you have full access that I'm allowed to give to my notes on the serum."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym starts to say something and stops. He very suddenly grabs his left forearm, making a wide metal cuff he was wearing more obvious. Pym's left arm begins to shake and he curls around it protectively. "Stop it," he hisses. "Uh doctor...could you give me that autoinjector on the counter? I have a few of my own problems so your case hits close to home... uh... skin feels like fire. Yes it's like that sometimes. Other times like the bends combined with falling from all directions. "Mmmnh. Doctor Colt... please..."

Lester Colt has posed:
     Doctor Colt moves with a good deal of speed and efficiency not needing to ber told twice. His eyes had already combed his surroundings on the way in for potential methods of self defence and exit strategies. It just so happens the auto-injector was noticed along the way.

     "On it." He offers reaching over with swiftness snagging it up off of the counter with one hand and tossing it to the other in order to pass it over to the good doctor. "One auto injector." He holds it with open palm for Pym to take, looking him over as he recognizes a bit of his own reactions in the man. "Looks like I did come to the right man for the job."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's hand wobbles. He doesn't ask for help. Instead slowly guiding the injector tip to a hole in the cuff he wears. "Sort of like the bends while falling for me. In my case it was using the actual particles too much in fights and the effect of medicines I was taking for my bipolar disorder. the Pym particles I saturated myself with have caused my nerves to grow and shrink slightly resulting in convulsions. If you want your serum back, I understand. I trust you to keep quiet about this." He sits back and sighs, riding the convulsion out for a few more moments. "I'll get back to you tomorrow or the next day. I may want you and Dr. Glenn to come for an examination."

Lester Colt has posed:
     Colt nods his head slowly. "Things are dangerous." He offers in a quiet voice. "Keep that dose, if I couldn't trust you enough to hold onto it I couldn't trust you enough to help us with this situation." He offers holding up two fingers to pause as he starts making back for the door. "I'll make sure to let her know and see when she's free for the examination, though it may take some convincing to have her as thrilled as I am."