6073/The Doctor Makes House Calls

The Doctor Makes House Calls
Date of Scene:	29 April 2021
Location:	Seaside Victorian House
Synopsis:	Shoes are returned and like is discussed.
Cast of Characters:	Morrigan MacIntyre, Hank Pym

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Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's been exceedingly quiet for a few days. Or well, she's just been doing what she can to not get overwhelmed with things. Thankfully she has her motorcycle back and it's parked out on the walkway. Occam is sunning himself on the steps and the door is open to the house. Because if anyone decides they want to come in there is no door that will stop them generally.

Inside there is the smell of food cooking. Not a surprise given the Doctor likes to cook. There's humming that comes along with it down the hall towards the kitchen. Just a normal day at a sorcerors house.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym comes down the path with a little more assurance than the last time. Also he is his full six feet of height which is comfortable. //Hi Great Pym!// //Hello little friends.// Morrigan has very friendly ants as it happens. He has a wicker basket under one arm.

He wears depression like a thick blanket. It will be good to get out of this down cycle. The best way to do that is be of service to other people. If he doesn't lighten up soon he might solve world hunger and poverty. Hank straightens his shoulders and puts a smile on his face by force if will. He gives Occam a respectable berth and knocks... no he doesn't. Door is open.

Hank sticks his head in carefully and gives a call, "Dr. MacIntyre, are you home?" He smells the cooking and relaxes a little. Things seem all right.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's not expecting anyone, but she hears Hank's voice and there's a smile as she peeks down the hallway, "Come on in, Hank! I'm in the kitchen." she calls. She's dressed in jeans, black t-shirt and barefoot for the moment. On the counter in the kitchen are a bunch of spice and herbal jars. And old books that look like they contain recipes.

"What brings you by?" she asks when he crosses the threshold into the kitchen. Her arm is no longer in the sling, which means her healing is at least back to normal.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym comes in. "Hello Morrigan. I came to check on you honestly. Doctors are the worst patients. Mind if I take a look at your... foot etc?" He sets the mysterious basket to the side for a moment. Why yes... very smooth. Idiot.

Well I am here to check on her condition. You're the idiot.

I'm you -idiot.

Fine.

"Occam is enjoying the Sun. I think he's getting used to me. He's much better than Cozette. I had to shrink her down and stick her back in the colony. She tried to steal a roast."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a chuckle at his words, "Yes, we are the /worst/ patients. Reggie is still mad at me for signing myself out of the hospital." she shakes her head at that. "But I lived. Nothing is going to cause permenant damage. So it was alright." she tells him. "And if it will make you feel better then sure, my foot was the least injured, so it's just a little pink still." she states as she settles down onto one of the kitchen stools.

"How are you doing?" she asks him. "Yeah, he's been cooped up most of the winter, so he's happy to at least go on the porch and sun his belly. Farther than that and he gets anxious." she admits. "A roast? I guess she likes meat." she grins.

"What's in the basket?" she asks.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shoves the basket away. "Nuh-uh. I want to see for myself and then the basket. I'm no stranger to escaping hospitals myself, or sneaking in... one time at M... never mind. Foot me please?" The smile stays in place, a little wooden. "Don't you be vivacious with me. I want to see you're all right. You're like me, you never take it easy." He shows his hands and arms and some very old scars, ticking them off. "Bushwick... Genosha... ant bite on my lawn, giant mantis slash... oh this was a nasty one... I tried making crème brûlée. So let me see to you and stop worrying. Then you can tell me what you're cooking. It is cooking, right? Not Potions 101?" He olds his hands out to make a stirrup for her foot.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a laugh, "Fine, alright." she tells him. Then she looks over the scars on his arms and there's a bit of a nod, "We all have our scars. I'm not really hiding mine." she states. "Oh, creme brulee, they most dangerous of things to take on." she muses to that. It was though! Molten hot sugar? Ouch!

She places her foot in his hands though and gives a little sigh, "It's just cooking. Making some oils for bread and a dressing or two. I'm not Professor Snape in real life." she grins. "Well...I could be I guess." she adds.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at the foot and seems satisfied. He looks uncomfortable and pauses. "Uhm... yes... I guess I'll take your word for the other wounds. Ahuh. You're all right then?" He reaches into the basket and produces... Morrigan's heels, lost in the museum kerfuffle. "I used a little Turtle Wax to shine them up. I also got you these." He pulls a compact and zippered packet. He unzips it and unfolds it to reveal folding flats. He hands them all over. "Foot gear is important."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a chuckle and there's a nod, "I'm alright, yes. Even got to go out and meet some new folks this week." she smiles to that. One was a half demon, but hey, they needed friends as well. There's a look to what he pulls out of the basket and she laughs, "Aww, thank you. I appreciate you returning those to me." she tells him.

Then she sobers and looks a little curious at the packet, but then it folds into shoes and she looks delighted, "That is a neat thing!" she tells him as she looks them over. "Hellboy made me a pair of boots while we were stuck in that other dimension, you two are very thoughtful." she tells him with a smile.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles though it's a little shaky. "I'm glad you like them... heroics in heels is pretty difficult. I mean from what I've observed. I never tried myself... well one pair of boots I have are two-inch heels. Sorry I'm rambling. I'm... things are a little hard for me lately. I'm in a transition sort of, I think..."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to Hank and there's a softer smile, "Heroics in heels are expensive if you are caught wearing the wrong ones." she muses softly to that. Then she pats another stool for him to settle down on. "You don't have to apologize for rambling. It's alright." she points out. "What sort of transition?" she asks him. "Are things going alright?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes the seat and rubs his eyes. "I don't do change well. And... I'm not sure where to o from here. Am I a teacher? Am I an Avenger? Should I even be doing superheroing any longer? Fire Ant feels right as a persona but why do I keep creating new personas? All of that. Plus... Mike is going on tour soon and... I kind of lost track of Vivian and... never mind. I supposed to make sure you're feeling better. Let me let you get back to your oil infusion." He starts to get up.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan listens to him and there is a bit of a frown as he speaks, but she doesn't interrupt. She lets him get all the way through things. When he starts to get up she reaches out to gently pat his shoulder, "Sit back down Hank." she tells him. "You don't have to pick and choose who or what you are. You can be an Avenger and a teacher and whatever else you want to be, as long as you aren't hurting yourself or stretching yourself too thin." she points out. "We don't have to compartmentalize every little thing. They can all be us." she smiles to that.

"And I'd be a horrible friend if I let you check on me and I didn't ask you how you were. "What happened with Vivian?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs. "I just haven't had a chance to speak with her lately. We keep meeting and an emergency pops up. Seems to be that way with everyone I know." He pats the hand on his shoulder. "Of course avoiding being seen talking to your great grandfather in front of your peers... is a very human teen reaction. I'm amazed how sophisticated she is... everybody goes away," he suddenly blurts. "It's like that Nine Inch Nails song: Hurt." He gives the hand on his shoulder a pat and tries to get up again. "Y'know... I'm just in a depression cycle that's all." He reaches for the basket. "You're a good friend. Better than I am."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him, "Make it a point to set aside some time to see her, maybe take her to dinner or something? Family time is a needed thing." she offers. "And she's probably not avoiding you." she adds to that. "You could fly out and see Mike when he's on tour, or Facetime. Nothing is going to cut you off from your friends, Hank." she tells him.

Then he blurts out that it's like the Nine Inch Nails song and she goes a little wide eyed for a moment, "Hey..." she states quietly. "You don't have to be alone. You've got plenty of friends that would be happy to listen to you." she points out gently. "If you like you can stay and have dinner and we can go over things I've been debating for the school or just drink some wine and bitch about things." she offers.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles. He gets a glint in his eye. "Dinner would be nice, if you let me help. Wine... probably not a good idea right now. Alcohol worsens BPD. Listening is nice but... I'd rather just power past this. Vivian... knows where I am. She's probably tracking my tech right now." Rueful smile at that. "I mean... I don'timpose on people. They're either there for you or they can't be for various reasons. I know this well. I mean... I call her great granddaughter but the only real link to me is some source code... not like we're blood. So to speak."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"You can help then, sure." Morrigan chuckles as she scoots off the seat and starts to gather up some of the bottles she'd been fiddling with. "And yeah...I forgot about that. I am a horrible doctor sometimes." she frowns at that. Then there's a bit of a look to him and there's a smile, "You know, blood is sometimes like source code. So maybe it's a greater link than you think." she tells him.

"But, I'm weird like that." she chuckles. "We might end up ordering something. I don't know if I have another steak. I might though." she ponders as she puts up the jars she was working with.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym raises an eyebrow. "I don't want to impose. You have your steak. I'll order something from that place we ate in the other week... maybe some chicken tenders..."