5987/How Sweet Do They Sleep

How Sweet Do They Sleep
Date of Scene:	19 April 2021
Location:	Room 201 -- McDuffie Memorial Hospital
Synopsis:	Mike and Hank break into a hospital to watch dreams. Not like that you pervs!
Cast of Characters:	Morrigan MacIntyre, Hank Pym, Michael Hannigan

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Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The hospital is a smaller one given that it's in a small town. The buzz from the incident last week was big news for a few days, but it's back to delightful silence tonight. The second floor is where the cops have the would be kidnappers confined to while they heal and can safely be transported after that. The nurses have checked vitals and things for the start of their shifts and after that the door is closed and they are left to their sleep. Not much else to do when you're a criminal in a hospital.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym toodles on in. He's mostly in civvies except for -yes- a gaiter over his face. At six inches tall he is quite stealthy indeed. At a half inch even more so. Anyway he's entered a lot of hospitals on the sneak. For Nadia, Bobbi, letting himself out, the list goes on. In fact he is rather glad Mount Sinai let that MRI incident be forgotten. Pretty sure Morrigan would have a laugh about that. He checks the sleeping men, hopping onto each bed, light as a feather. To help matters he breaks a small ampule under each man's nose. No, not waking up for a while.

Hank makes another leap to a window and opens it with a grunt. Then he plays out a thin but strong line, returning to normal size. "Hsst! Hsst! Get up here."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With Hank taking care of the window a purplish black corvid swoops down from a nearby building. Upon nearing the entrance, the wings close in upon themselves. There's the soft clack of talons upon the floor before the raven comes to a stop. The head turns, looking to ally with a nod. He turns his head, looking to the closed door and then to the beds. They do seem asleep. He moves over, taking a seat positioned behind the hinged side of the door, hopefully buying some needed seconds should he need to make a quick leave.

He waits a few moments cautiously. Listening carefully.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym mutters a curse as he finds a chair to tie the line on. He might have to leave fast and at the moment he can't fly. Apparently dream powers do not work through glass. Okay. He settles down to watch and wait.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The two men are asleep. And now that they aren't covered in tactical gear it would appear that they are in their early thirties. Strong looking men. One a brunette and the other a blonde. They have their share of scars across their arms and other notable things such as the Knight's Templar tattoo on their forearm. The one that Morrigan hit and ended up crashing her motorcycle because of is closest to the window and his broken leg is propped up comfortably. There is no sound of footsteps coming.

But that could change at any second.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Not hearing anything, the raven settles down. Form shifting more into the Mike everyone knows and lo- Oh. - No knitcap. No Gaiter. Just a hoodie, a full face black, athletic pants, and gloves. HELLO bastard child of Party City and Dick's Sporting Goods.

Well, Hank DID say to lose the gaiter after the park incident.

Back to human form, but covering all identifying marks, the musician sits back. The eyes close as he takes a slow deep breath. Focusing on the dreams nearest him.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Mike probably needs to brace himself before going into dreams, and this is no different. While the men have very different dreams, the one that Morrigan injured is easiest to access. The area is dark, with the sound of loud yelling that seems to echo through the non existent halls of his mind. "You've failed us AGAIN!" the voice states over and over. Anger bleeding into the dreamspace.

"And now we've lost the location of the child. And you've been beaten by an abomination and her students AGAIN!" the voice booms.

There is a bloody scenario that plays out in the thoughts once the voice quiets. The main hall of Happy Harbor pops into view, but the floor of the hallway is stained red with bright streaks of blood. The man is following something, or someone. A shaky hand holds a gun as he travels the halls, searching for his prey.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's gloved hands shift, clenching the arms of the chair as he hangs in for the ride. Dreams and nightmares are not new to him. He's had more than his share of the latter to steel himself for what is leading something likely upsetting. Likely more so than having a friend likened to an abomination.

His head turns, seemingly following along with the point of view being displayed in the dream. Are they planning to attack the school again? Is there something else there they're looking for? Another thought comes to mind. that's more unsettling.

If they're in custody. How do they know Tyler was taken out of the school?

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
How /did/ they know? FASCINATING how the brain works. They must have some kind of contact with the others in some fashion.

The dream continues. "We should have just killed them. Taken the kid and we'd not be in this mess with the higher ups." the man mutters in his dream. Down the hall they go, until they get to the door of Morrigan's office which has the Director sign and there's a bloody hand print on it. Someone was wishful thinking this. The door is kicked open violently and they move in. Laying there in the middle of the floor is Morrigan herself. And thankfully this is a dream because she looks worse for wear.

There is a bit of a moment taken to stare over her before the man kneels down and wraps his hands around her throat and proceeds to choke the life out of her.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's committed for the ride. Relying on Hank to keep an eye out for any trouble but as the hands reach for Morrigan's throat, Mike's eyes open quick. The head turns to glare to the one going through the morbid fantasy of blood and gore in a school. For ****s sake! What the hell is wrong with you?! Those are children!

Just fantasizing now. That didn't happen... Got to focus.

Mike takes a breath again, closing his eyes, briefly checking on the dream to see if it progresses into something else of use. The path taken to the office was - reasonably accurate. The views, not something just gathered from looking at a map. But then again. Failed again. This guy was part of the first attempt.

He checks on the other man. Breathe. Focus.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Men sometimes have dark minds. Especially when women and children best them. Weirdos.

The other man though seems to be an enigma when it comes to the dream world. He isn't dreaming so much as his brain is...computing. That might be the best word for it. There's only one sound, that of a metronome that's ticking back and forth. There is a coldness that can be felt even in Mike's on brain. It makes one uneasy.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike pulls back from the rhythmic riddle. Was he in a deep sleep? No... that, dark area, was a dream, but devoid of personality. A nothinginess that- one might attribute to someone about to snap. Or maybe has already crossed the breaking point.

And part of him wished it didn't feel so familiar.

He shakes his head. A line of shadow under the mask shifts as he bites his lip for a moment. Time to move back to the easier to read one. He'll get further with that one most likely.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Mike swings back to the easier one. Sadly he's still having his murder fantasy about Morrigan and it seems to be something that he loops back around to no matter the situation.

But at least he knows something of the minds...or lack there of for some of the men. The third that had been downed was well enough and already in jail sadly. But it seems that there's no demons or elder gods hiding in their brain spaces.

That's a relief...right?

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Not finding anything new and sensing the end of the REM cycle nearing, Mike opens his eyes. He turns his head looking to them darkly. Both in expression and because he's wearing a full face mask. Looking over to the teeny Hank, he gives a nod before shifting into raven form. They got what they could. It's time to fly.

Rider on board, the bird flies up. Closing the window before flying through it. Passenger and all.