5305/The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple
Date of Scene:	22 February 2021
Location:	Pym's Midtown Lab
Synopsis:	Hank gives Haircuts too.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Pym, Shannon Davis

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Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym goes over a checklist. He's 12 feet tall at the moment and sitting in the big chair. Maybe a little intimidating but he forgot how comfortable it was when he was grown.

*) Clothing-check

*) Food-check

*) Internet-check

*) Visiting Schedule-check (and those little minxes better stick to it. His preparation is not perfect. In the clothing department he's basically ordered clothes his daughter already ordered. Made easier by the Shannons having almost exactly the same build as Nadia. Of course the selection would be mostly read and black. He changed that up to more upbeat colors, white, pink and yellow.

Hank shrinks to normal and hops off the chair walking over to the sleeping Shannon on an examination table. He actually put a futon on the table, and provided a thick comforter. Pixie saw to the rest of Shannon's sleeping arrangements for propriety. Okay. He takes a breath and shuts the current to the machine keeping her asleep.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis open her eyes to a sensation she had felt easily dozens of times, waking up in an infirmary with something attached to her arm. She has a brief moment where her heart accelerates massively and beats out of sync and a brief panic makes her pupils shrink. She springs up to a seating position, breathing heavily, then gradually remembers where and when she was. This time there had been no extraction or losses. She sighs in relief and relaxes.

Her head twists over to stare at hank with half-open eyes. By now, after having examined her closely, he could see she was not, in fact, the same age as Shannon. She was older, but not by too much. Four years approximately. Her hair was long and unkempt, absolutely wild. "Yes, can I help you, Dr. Pym?" She says with playful sarcasm and a smirk.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym puts his forearm across her chest and gently tries to push her back down. The smirk is not lost on him. "Lay down, please. You have so many medicines in you right now. It's Pym's Picker Upper. Vitamins, immune system boosters, anti-inflammatories. the healthcare in your world sucked. You need all the basic vaccines from what I see on your blood work... sorry took a little. Now that you're up , with your consent, I'll give you your shots. Dying of measles after all you've been through would just be lame. Give me your arm, wild child." He's not particularly forceful trying to make her lie back but persistant.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis extends out her arm, she's due all her grown-up shots, which is basically everything. "Right." She obviously doesn't make a big deal out of it, considering the number of scars on her body she was used to getting injured at lot. However, thanks to the symbiote working, there wasn't a single bit of leftover issues or crippling from any of those scars, it was almost like they were tacked on her. She even had a very peculiar triple slash scar, very fine and sharp, across her chest. Like something absurdly sharp had grazed her, so fine it looked like it was drawn with a sharpie. "I apologize for what I did while I was not my-...uh. While I was myself, I guess would be more accurate."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gets Shannon lying down. then administers the shot. "You have a power neutralizer on you for now. As soon as we're sure there's no backsliding or stability issues it will come off. Uhm... how attached are you to these scars? Because I could have them mostly off you in about an hour I think. Fresh new brain, new body. I have a dermabraser right there." He indicates a device that looks like a glue gun. "You're too young to have such scars."

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis blinks, she had never heard of such things in her world, people who had these resources were all scattered after all, and in ultra secure bunkers she wasn't allowed into. "Oh. Hmmmm. I think I'd rather keep them." She runs her fingers over her forearms, which is where most of the scars were. "I think I'm not quite ready to let go of some things. I've just gained a new way of thinking entirely and having them helps me know that it really was me in the memories I have. It almost feels like they were implanted from someone else now. But logically I know they're mine."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods. "Fine. If you decide you don't want them the offer stands. You need a shower, food, clothes, and a haircut. In no particular order. When people come to check on you I don't want you to look as though I starved you and kept you in a hole. Uhm there's clothing in that room for you. I can try my hand at cutting hair. Doesn't seem too difficult. Up to you when you want to eat. I'll make something." He carefully removes the IV from Shannon's arm. He looks at the needle. "I all honesty, I had a little something in here to keep you calm. Coming out of a period like that... it can be frightening. I'm familiar with the symptoms." He begins disposing of the IV materials.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis exhales very sharply, her brows furrowing a bit. "I noticed. It's been very difficult to deal with some things." She slowly, staring at the floor. "It was easy before, partly because I was a bit crazy to begin with. But mostly because there was a point I decided to just stop caring entirely and reject my humanity, you could say. A lot happened between that point and the point when I was finally captured." She bites her lower lip with a pained expression. She slides off the bed and nods.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Saying those words make her wince visibly, it was clearly a repetition of something bad from the past. Then again a lot of things were, especially now that she was sane. She takes the shower first, then she goes to the side room and picks out a white hoodie much like the one normal Shannon wore and jeans. She returns a bit baffled at how varied and unique the clothing options were. "This place is nice. No wonder everyone wants to come here." She chuckles and sits on the bed again. She simply takes a pair of scissors and cuts her hair way shorter, then lets it go. That's what she was used to mostly. "So what now?"

Hank Pym has posed:
She cut... her... hair... on my lab table. Hank goes a little pale, clean-freak and germaphobe that he is. He was still wearing his latex gloves from working on Shannon. He picks up the hair and deposits it in a trash chute. Then the perfectionist takes over and he grabs the scissors. "Hold still. you look like you got this haircut at the pet store. <snip snip snip> Charges of abuse will stem from this. <snipsnipsnipsnip> You should start looking like you belong to someone <snippity snip SNIP> Uh... one second. <comb snip comb comb> Phew. Okay now." A hand vacc is applied to the hair on her hoodie.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis is tidier and more haircut than she had been in a decade, she could barely remember her parents doing this kind of thing for her. She shakes her head at the memory and refocuses on Hank. "Uh, thanks." Over the years the point of having a pretty hairdo was completely lost on her, entirely, but she could at least humor him. She shoots him a simple friendly smile.

"So, are there any more exams and stuff? I could eat anything you have, so no need to worry about that. It's funny actually, I haven't eaten with my own mouth in a long time. Normally Accellar would just absorb the organic matter for me and just be done with it before something sneaked up. Do you have any idea how annoying it is when you get all these night crusader hero types that are great at sneaking around and mind control them?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says, "Enough exams for now. I put you through a number of procedures. Do you like pancakes? I do decent blueberry pancakes. Or oatmeal. Or some bacon... maybe not bacon so soon. I'm a little concerned Shannon about your long term symbiosis. It might have reset your immune system among other things so sorry if I seem to be overprotective. How old are you by the way?" He heads for the kitchenette and begins taking out some stock items.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis rubs her chin, she didn't know anything about that, no one really cared about immune systems when you were most likely going to die or become a slave soon. "Uh. I don't really remember. I kinda stopped counting. I know I'm overage at least. I guess that doesn't matter since I don't have an ID. And whatever's easier to make. I hope you've been feeding her too, she needs food just like we do. By the way, where am I exactly? This doesn't seem like a public place.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym begins making pancakes. "This is my safe house. Megan and the others know where we are and can find you. ... how did I not see you were older than my Shannon? I mean our... oh you know what I mean. I must need more rest. Also a hoodie hides a lot. I will deal with the symbiote after you. Anyway it will be well treated provided it... she behaves. Symbs have genders? Here. Instant oatmeal. Try it on your stomach for size."

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis stares at the food, she takes a spoon and swallows it, waiting for a few moments. "I think they take on after whoever they bond with the most. She didn't have an established female tone until a few months after we'd been together." She says calmly as she eats a few more spoons. She goes at it slowly and stops about halfway, clearing her throat. "Uhnm. I think I need a break before I finish this." She says with a tone of annoyance, she didn't realize eating of all things would be a challenge. At least she could take small portions so that was fine. "And what do you mean IF she behaves? She's a goopy green angel!" She berates him lightly.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs and put on some bacon for himself. "We didn't have a chance to chat." If he gives the impression he is watching her every move, well he is and with a practiced eye. Goopy green angel? Hunh! "That's fine. Stop eating when you want. I have no desire to chaperone your trip to the porcelain wishing well." The bacon begins sizzling. Mmmm! He sets a bacon weight on it, letting it cook faster.

Shannon Davis has posed:
Shannon Davis sets the bowl aside, the smell of bacon was something she could very scarcely find in her memories. "That smells nice. I think I'll puke if I eat more though." She says casually, self control was no issue at all now. "I'm not really sure what to do with myself now, to be entirely honest. Fuck going back to my world, that's for sure. It's full of crazed maniacs like I was and weird lovecraftian stuff. Maybe they'll let me in the justice league. Hah. Poor bastards got the worst of it, if failing the world was bad for me I can't imagine how bad it was for them. Anyways, would be cool meeting Superman"