5699/Serums and Studies

Serums and Studies
Date of Scene:	23 March 2021
Location:	Seaside Victorian House
Synopsis:	Hank and Morrigan experiment with her not being on her serum. It doesn't go well. Dinner is discussed. Actual dinner, not Hank Dinner.
Cast of Characters:	Morrigan MacIntyre, Hank Pym

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Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's not really sure about this whole 'sunblock' thing. But she's managed to find some of the highest SPF that she can find and has them dumped on the kitchen counter and she's reading the labels on them. There's a grimace as she reads each of them. What will they do if this doesn't work? She'll definitely be wearing long sleeves to the beach tomorrow should it fail. Or if it's worse she'll just be at home. Michael and others could handle the kiddos.

The door has been left unlocked so Hank does have to knock and she trusts that nothing bad is going to try to kick it in really.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym knocks, of course.

<Knockknockknock> D... Morrigan.

<Knockknockknock> D... Morrigan.

<Knockknockknock> D... Morrigan.

He waits. For once the scientist is wearing a very flamboyant Hawaiian shirt, acknowledging the warm weather, and cargo shorts. He has a brown paper bag and a hardshell briefcase he holds tightly. On his lips is the scientific adventurer prayer, "Please Lord, don't let me screw up." He waits, tempted to see whether the door is safely locked.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's door is unlocked, because of course it is! Happy Harbor doesn't scream unsafe place. Quite the opposite. It seems like one of those little 1950's tv show places. "It's open!" Morrigan calls from the hallway that leads to the kitchen and the door pops open. Because magic. "In the kitchen. Occam's roaming though so watch your toes." she states with a chuckle that filters down the hall. It would be eerie if Morrigan wasn't so sweet to everyone.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym frowns at the unlocked nature of the door. Then smiles at the invite. He enters and somehow resists locking the door. Not his call. She's a grown woman. He gives the cat a wide berth and sets his case on the floor and the brown bag, which obviously has a wine bottle in it on the counter with a klunk. He looks at the sunblock products on the counter and says, "What's all this nonsense? I didn't mean for you to try commercial sunblock. You'd be like a fork in a microwave with this garbage... and that's just you being Irish. It's hurt the other half really bad, I'm sure. Anyway before we get down to it..."

Hank does a little wiggle of his fingers and suddenly a large box secure with a bow grows in the palm of his hand. He waves the other hand for effect, then hands the box to Morrigan.

"This is for last night. I made you... I was... forget everything I said... except helping you and the... never mind."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to the counter and then back to Hank, "It's sunscreen." the Irish woman tells him. Then she looks down to the counter again and sighs before she pushes everything back in the bag, "I'll take it to school. Probably better use given there." she nods to that. She settles the bag on the table in the corner next to her work bag and then turns back to him.

She squints a bit as he wiggles his fingers and then there's a big box that is presented to her. "You didn't do anything wrong last night." she tells him. "You should feel comfortable talking and working with people." she points out to him as she carefully accepts the box. It is opened and there's a smile, "These are lovely, thank you." she tells him with a soft smile.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells or anything like that. We're adults and we're friends so if you need to say something or explain something I'd rather you do that." she offers as she picks up the roses to give them a sniff. Awww yiss, fresh flowers.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods. "Fair enough, but I wanted to do this quite apart from putting last night behind us. Anyway you seem to like them and that is reason enough. You should be brought flowers and often. Pretty ones." He nods and pats her on the shoulder. Then he's grinning.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him before she's moving to find a vase to put water and roses in. She listens to him though and she chuckles softly, "I'm sure I'll find some guy that likes to bring flowers to me down the road." she tells him. "Or I guess friends can send flowers too in these times." she shrugs to that.

Once the flowers are handled she dries off her hands and turns to look at him, "Alright...so where should we start?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Moorrigan catches a momentary, and possibly wistful look on Hank's face and then he's got his Dr. Pym face on. All business. Yesss.

"When does your serum run out? And how much sun can you take before you start to blister?" He gets his case and sets it on the counter. He unlocks it and opens it, taking a moment to point at her door and wags a finger. He held out as long as he could. From the case he produces a large and unlabeled spray bottle.

"This stuff... if you get sunburned wearing this stuff, you have bigger problems because the sun is exploding! If I squirted this on a Kryptonian they'd need help crossing the street. This'd knock out the Vision. Okay, I exaggerate. But it's the strongest UV protection I can produce. And... it's water proof." He looks over what skin is showing on Morrigan appraisingly.

"Where would you want to apply it?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"I take it before I head into school so usually..." she looks at the clock, "I'd say in about fifteen to thirty minutes?" she offers. Morrigan didn't want to extend it beyond that. "You know...I'm not sure how much sun I can take without it, haven't tried it in a long time." she admits. "But, have to try I guess." she shrugs.

Occam makes himself known by hopping his chunky butt up onto the counter and trilling at his human peasant. Morrigan ignores him and he flops over, kicking the box the roses came in. Poor cat.

The spray bottle makes her look curious, "Ummm, I feel like a houseplant or something that's been chewing on things and need a spritz." she chuckles. Mo steps closer, "Guess just face and arms for now? Nothing else is getting exposed to the sun." she tells him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes Mo's hand and ponders. "How fast do you heal from something like this? If we do your face and it doesn't work I don't want you to look toasted tomorrow. Maybe scarf and sunglasses for the face and just your arms or legs?" He strokes the back of her hand appraisingly. "Also, I. don't want you turning me into a mouse for Occam if you lose your eyebrows. I've been mauled by a cat already. I don't recommend it. All right face and arms then. I can always throw a sheet over you and give you your shot. He gives her hand a little squeeze.

He says softly, "If you can't go out tomorrow... and you want... I'll keep you company, provided Occam approves of course." He lets go of her hand.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to Hank when he takes her hand, but she trusts him. She gives a shake of her head, "I don't heal any faster from stuff like that unless I use magic." she tells him. There's a laugh then, "I would never turn you into a mouse for Occam." she tells him with a brilliant smile. A beat passes, "It would be a guinea pig." she tells him with a straight face. Occam trills in the background at that.

Then Morrigan shakes her head, "I'm not going to turn anyone into anything. I promise." she tells him. She returns the squeeze of hand and then takes a deep breath, "If I get burned it's just something I'll deal with. It's testing that needs done." she tells him. "So...lets do this?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym with that Hank sprays Morrigan's arms and face. The spray has a slight fruity smell to it and dries almost immediately with little residue. "But put your gloves on at least. I'm not a professional at supernatural stuff. I haven't studied this enough. Ok. You are sprayed. So we go outside and chill and we come back in as soon as you feel discomfort. Does your hand take damage? Because that would be a crying shame, do you want to cover it? I mean... it's very lovely." He starts to blush. Silly man.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"We've got the school trip tomorrow...so I'm going to have to go unless I catch fire. Which isn't likely to happen. But we'll see how things go. Occam can deal with folks visiting." Morrigan tells Hank with a soft smile.

Then the spray-apocalypse happens and she scrunches up her nose at the smell of the fruityness. Not what she was expecting, but not bad. "My hair won't burn, no. Just skin if things are left untended." she tells him. "But I'm going to cover it anyways." she points out. "You ready? The beach isn't that far from here." she smiles to that.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym raises his eyebrows in mock umbrage. "Madam, you are under the aegis of a Pym creation. There will be no catching fire. In fact, I'll make you a bet. If you catch fire, even smoke a little -I'll take you to dinner! We should have a sheet or something to throw on you... we won't need it. It's like carrying an umbrella to keep it from raining! Ahhh. Here we go." He pulls a very drab poncho out of his case. Fully equipped he heads to the door.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a laugh, "If I catch fire I better be some diety that has to be on fire. Or just because it looks cool." she points out. Then she nods, "Alright. I'll see your bet, Hank." she chuckles. Then she's slipping her sandals on and heading for the patio door that leads out to the backyard and from there the path to the beach. "Umm, I am unsure of how angry I might get if I burn. It's an instinct that kicks in. So fangs and eyes might kick in. I just warn you know that it's more bark than bite." she tells him. She was nervous and it showed.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs. "I'll just go giant mode. How thirsty can you be? Of course a giant guinea pig might be too much for Sir Occam." He pulls a stopwatch out. "We will give it our best." He steps out of the house and extends a hand to her. "Well let's see who owes who dinner?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's breath tries to go haywire, but she clamps down on things pretty fast. Then she is giving a look to Hank, "No going big. I'm not biting anyone." she tells him quietly. "Our best." she nods with an echo of his words. She takes the offered hand, her own a bit clammy as she tries not to just turn and go back to the house. "Occam isn't a bad cat." she chuckles to that.

"There's this little tidal pool that has shells sometimes. I found a sharktooth when I first moved in." she smiles to that.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym holds Morrigan's hand as tightly as she holds his and they walk out. He tries not to be obvious about looking at her but change blindness is a thing. Without thinking his other hand goes to her upper arm. "A shark tooth? really? Are there any crabs about? I hate the little beasts. Always nipping at toes." He looks around. Wen you spend part of your time ant sized you look out for otherwise inoffensive little creatures that might eat you.

"Why... do you trust me so much, so quickly? I generally take a lot of getting used to. Mike's friend Wade still is very defensive around me. Why are you so trusting of me? The Avengers don't trust me this much."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's free hand reaches up to pull her sunglasses down once the sun finally comes into view. Nope. Do not like! And it's bright enough that she's having trouble with the brightness of the sand and the sun. "Yeah, shark teeth are pretty easy to find." she admits to that. "I wanted to be a marine biologist, can't really do that when the sun wants to murder you." she muses to that. "Crabs are just protecting themselves. We are huge compared to them." she points out.

There's already a soft rosy color spreading over her skin in patches though. "I don't know." she states ever so eloquently with a shrug. "I've trusted a few people pretty quickly and it didn't backfire." she chuckles to that softly. "And maybe I'm trusting because I'm not expecting you to grow thirty feet tall and try to destroy Midtown or something similar?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs. "I was being puppeted that time. I didn't like it. Stupid mad scientists. For some reason the brainwave transducer didn't work when I shrank. Then there was the guy wit the molecular accelerator. It'd temporarily age people forty fifty years... it took forever for my hair to grow back. Your face is getting red. Prepare to be misted."

He grabs the bottle hanging on his belt and spritzes her again.

"We should go back and mark this as a failure. I don't want to hurt you. Could I just touch some red patches and see if you're sensitive?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan watches him as he speaks and there is a nod. "My parents taught me to trust people until they betray your trust. Then give them hell. Except I'm not much on giving people hell." she chuckles softly. Then he's telling her she's about to be misted and after she is she sneezes at it.

"Failures in tests are not uncommon. At least I didn't catch on fire or anything." she points out to him as she turns to look at him. Oh yeah, that was not a good look on her face. Very freshly boiled lobster red.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym throws the poncho over her head. "The alternative is carrying you in a pocket. I'm going to check the time for this. It might pay to keep a little bottle for emergencies. Also bless you. Okay, here we are ladies and lobsters first. I'll open the wine and get out the cortico steroids and aloe. Uhm, even though you did not catch fire I want to take you to dinner. No bets and such. I'd like to take you out... if you're interested. I thought you might have been interested. If not I understand." And he's pulling the cork on the wine (the trick is shrinking it a little before you pull it) like a he-man and then getting several salves and gloves from his case. Yeeesh Irish and half vampire in the sunlight.

"Your solar serum is amazing stuff."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a muffled 'thanks' under the poncho and Hank might catch the glowing of violet eyes for just a moment. But it's all gone after the ginger is cocooned. "Danke." she murmurs again. Sadly with sun exposure without her serum she was prone to weakness, so the woman decides to just move them. One moment they are outside, the next they are inside in the kitchen. "The serum is effective, yes." she whispers as she leans against the counter.

There's a look to Hank though, "I...are you talking about a date date?" she asks him. This causes her to slump a little, her elbows propping up on the counter, "Dating me is rather complicated in what I want for the future isn't what others want. I think about long term, not short term." she tells him truthfully. She then tugs the poncho off and lays it on the counter carefully, "I'd be happy to go to dinner though." she tells him as she rests her head in her hands.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym puts his gloves on and starts applying balm to her face. "So what weird thing do you want for the future? Companionship? Someone you can be yourself around? As for complicated... I'm a semi-active, semi-Avenger. I was widowed once, divorced once and have a daughter who can make Spetsnaz cry. So I get complicated. I just thought... I saw something here last night. But I said I understood. Here, these can help with your face or you know just do the abracadabra thing. I'll let you get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow at the latest. Any more problems give me a call." He pulls his ggloves off and snaps his case shut, preparing to leave.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan lets him apply balm as she tries to get over the urge to throw up from the sun. "I want to get married, have kids, try to balance my condition with a family." she tells him. "I don't mind complicated." she points out. "When you said that you could research with Doctor MacIntyre but not Morrigan it made me feel oddly. I'm not two separate things. I'm one person. Good and bad." she explains. She doesn't really know what else to say for the moment. But she finally shakes her head, "I'll be fine. I just need to get centered and probably break into the blood bags." she tells him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym stops. "Where are these bags? You look very wobbly. I... know you are one person. It's just... whenever I get friendly with a woman... I do something like this. So I was keeping you at a distance with the whole think of her as Dr. Morrigan. I don't want to keep you at a distance. For the record... I think you're great. Marriage, kids... I'm not sure what I want right now. But I know I would like to see you and see what happens. And... I'm not a stranger to commitment. I have the opposite problem. Everybody goes away... now let me get those bags, please. And this doesn't count as me getting you dinner." Small smile.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him, "They are in the lab downstairs. I have to go down there to get serum so I can go as well. It's no problem." she tells him. "So lets take this as a learning experience. I am your friend no matter what at the moment. I'm going to say the very cliche 'I'm not like other women' bit and that's because...I'm not. I overthink too many scenarios. And once you've dated an Avenger that was full time and you've had to fight an alien invasion off with them you sorta have to start thinking on another level." she admits as she straightens and heads out of the kitchen.

"I'm not going anywhere. How about we do dinner, see how that goes and we can see if we just want to stay friends or try something else?" she asks him as she opens the door to the basement.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's face lights up. "That's all I can ask for. It sounds great. Of course you're not like other women. I'm not exactly a poster boy for normalcy myself. I want to see your lab anyway."