5773/Apartment Hunter

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Apartment Hunter
Date of Scene: 28 March 2021
Location: Pym's Midtown Lab
Synopsis: Hank has a roomie!
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, J'onn J'onzz




Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym enters the lab and throws his keys into a bowl by the door. He misses as usual and Baudelaire the ant catches them and throws them in the bowl.

"Hiya Bo... this is a new friend, not food." //Not food Great Pym. Hello friend... strange friend. Hey guys!// Several other ants stick their heads out of entrances as Bo regards the newcomer. "Come in Mr. J'Onzz. They won't trouble you except for pets maybe. This is Baudelaire or just Bo. He's my right hand ant. I can offer you coffee or tea or just water if you like." Hank walks in to take a couple of canisters and activate the coffee maker.

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
At present time, J'onn is wearing his human teacher face, a tall slender anglo-saxon with short hair and glasses. He follows Hank into the room, taking a moment to glance around and then there are ants. One brow cocks. Many ants. Large ants. "Salutations Bo," he offers to the correct ant. "I was not aware that ants came in this size," he states as the only sign that this is in fact something new to him. "Pets you say?"

It's a casual motion, not at all looking intentional when in fact it is, but as he passes Bo, he pets the ant's head a little pet. "Water would be fine."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shakes his head as he get's J'Onn some ice water. "... I'm assuming you like it cold, given where you're from. More like companions and friends. I built technology to communicate with them. Based on my late wife's theories. It works on electro psionic waves. Outside the range of most telepaths. I always seemed to have a sort of affinity to them. A couple of them saved me when I first shrank myself. I thought I'd be half size, if that. 1/144th. A half inch. It was amazing. They are wonderful creatures. They dream you know. Much smarter than people think." He looks at an empty plate on the counter and frowns. "I'm sorry, I was going to offer you cookies but I am afraid we're out. I have a badly behaved ant."

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn J'onzz watches the ants as they move about, doing their varies duties, but he listens to Hank as he speaks.

"I can in fact pick them up through you," is offered before he looks back to the direction Hank is in. "Ice water is preferable, but not required. You have done some amazing work then, to be able to communicate with them."

At the mention of cookie, his right eye twitches slightly. "No cookies, thank you, I would have likely fed mine to Bo anyway."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sets a pitcher and glasses on the table with a few lemon slices. "You can uh... be yourself here. I had all manner of guests lately. A lot of mages for some reason I keep meeting them. Nice people but science is my first love. And thank you for the kind words. That means a lot coming from such an accomplished telepath. Anyway, one no two of my best friends are quite green. I've lived a full life. Oh, is lemon all right? If you have any aversions please let me know."

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn J'onzz considers a moment, then with a faint nod melds into himself. Every once in a while it was nice to be yourself, and it was rare to have that opportunity without feeling all eyes on him.

"I have always has an interest in science, though that is only as an observer." Glancing, he finds a place to sit and settles himself, pouring some water. "Lemon is acceptable, oranges however can cause a strange metallic taste."

Again his eyes follow an ant through the room, then go back to Hank, "You are a very talented scientist, and I do not mean merely the ants. The world is lucky to have man of your caliber."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods. "You are very perceptive. Thanks. We are lucky to have aliens to offer friendship and protection to us. So... you mentioned something about needing a place to live? Where are you living now if I may ask?" He turns to fix his stare at a plump female ant, who freezes on the spot. Hank points a finger at her and message received she slinks into a hole. Hank looks at Baudelaire who opens a cabinet and retrieves a bag of sugar. All the ants file into the same hole. "Cozette does not get any till further notice! I know she stole the cookies and the sugar. You little snitches." He smiles slightly. "Sorry. Anyway your living arrangements?"

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
Watching the interaction between Hank and the ants causes one brow to lift slightly, either he's curious or amused, which it might be is not obvious by any other part of his expression.

"I had been staying with another associate, but they are moving out of state now," he replies, taking a sip of the water before eating the lemon, rind and all. "All places with good deserve protection, and Earth has so much good to offer."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym throws a slice of lemon into his water. "It is hard to find living space in New York, I can ask my real estate agents to look for you. I understand Morrigan has connections in real estate as well. Meanwhile, would you like to have a room here? I mean the place is huge and... I thought I'd be sharing this space but I guess not, till now. If you want."

"Full disclaimer... I suffer from bipolar disorder. In my case... ultra rapid bipolar disorder. I have mood swings ever couple weeks at times, though it is stabilizing. I may pollute the place with thought waves. I am also OCD... but you seem pretty neat. I am also not likable at times. But being nice is a dodge for people who are not smart. I will do the cooking. that's just biochemistry and I am good at it."

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
Taking another sip of water, this time adding the lemon to it because Hank did so and now he knows, J'onn offers a slight smile, very slight, lips twitched.

"Your home is lovely Dr. Pym, but I would not want to put any undo stress on you. I am something of a neat freak, as they say, myself, and wayward thoughts are easily blocked if needed."

He looks around again, the idea of getting to spend a little more time with Hank and these ants appealing. "As for your bipolar disorder, we all have our things that make us different, sometimes more likable, sometimes not. I do not see it as something required to be announced, as getting to know something, making a friend, it is all part of learning the person. If I cannot accept you for who you are, good and bad, then there is something wrong with me and I need to examine that about myself."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym drains his glass and says, "Martians are more together than earth people. I mean I am trying to be a nicer person... but everyone is just so stupid. neat freak is fine... I love my daughter but my gosh, she's a slob. I mean she got batter on my ceiling teaching herself to bake... though damn those cookies were good. All right, we'll try and find you a place. But you are welcome here. I'm sure we will have a lot to learn from each other. I'll make a duplicate key card for you... um if you could keep the same scent, it will aid the ants in recognizing you."

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn actually has to consider that a moment, never truly having thought about scent as a factor. "I will remember to be the professor when I am here then," he comments first. "If you do not think I will be imposing, I would like the opportunity to stay with you. I am certain there are other places out there to be found, but my associates move it sudden and impending, and I do not think I have much time to look before I have hat in hand."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym raises his eyebrows. "Oh that's rough. Okay the last bedroom is yours. I'll get it ready and print your own keycard and set up the VI not to freak if you come through the wall. I have two friends who already do that. I'll add you to the list. I should introduce you to the Visions... seems you'd get along. Is there anything you want in particular for your room or environment?"

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
J'onn J'onzz listens to the list of things Hank will be doing, afraid for a moment he is imposing. "You are certain this is not an imposition? That seems like a great many things to have to do?" He is considerate if something else, and concerned.

"I require very little, a bed should be sufficient. I have perhaps..." he thinks for a moment. "One suitcase, medium sized and one small trunk. I am not one to collect many things, but some are treasured memories."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods. "Don't worry these are neither difficult nor unpleasant. The card and reprogramming is nothing. The bedroom should have sufficient closet space. If not I have storage rooms. I know about memories. They are precious. Sometimes thy are the only things we have. I'll print the menu for the week out for you. If you have any changes please give me a day's notice. Let's get to it." Hank goes towards his room passing a door with a wasp or hornet painted on it. He gives it a momentary glance and small smile. "this will be fun and educational."

J'onn J'onzz has posed:
Standing himself back up, and setting the glass on the table, on a coaster, J'onn moves to follow Hank. "I am looking forward to a roommate, I believe that is the correct choice of word, with more to talk about than the cost of housing in Brooklyn or Queens. I will give you a list of foods and spices that may cause me issues, other wise this will indeed be very educational."