6188/Doctor's Order

Doctor's Order
Date of Scene:	12 May 2021
Location:	Pym's Midtown Lab
Synopsis:	Kodak moment. Except we have phones now.
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Hank Pym, Morrigan MacIntyre, Damian Wayne

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
Ah busy times. With the special events in Ireland and Italy looming, rehearsals, talks regarding upcoming projects NOT related to the tour, and a few other things. Mike is SWAMPED. But, miracle of all miracles, Wade is a master when it comes to taming the performer's booking schedule. As a result, it still allows a hint of wiggle room should things pop up.

Case in point, one Hank Pym who has extended an invite to come over to the lab. Do not ask what Wade has done to make it so but the presence of a musician at the front door about to knock is evidence enough of the scheduling-fu talents the studio owner posesses.

Knock Knock!

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym give a waves to Baudelaire who gets the door.

// Cozette! More people... that means Great Pym will not be going out! That means no car trip!//

//Was it that bad, Baudelaire?//

//YES!//

// Think softer! He'll hear you, and get the door.//

//Yes Cozi// Bo does his best impression of a well armored clicking dog, jumping and flailing antennae.

Hank waves facing away from the door. He has a number of labeled holo displays set up: a bar graph of various substances compared over time. Other more arcane charts and an EEG gallery of a brain showing activity over time. Another display shows a silhouetted figure surrounded by fields of force.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's a bit late. She didn't just open a hole in the fabric of the universe to port to Hank's lab. She did the proper thing and took the motorcycle from Happy Harbor to Midtown. It was a beautiful drive at least. The bike is parked on the street and she takes the helmet with her.

The door is slowly closing behind Mike when she makes it to it. "Don't mind me." she tells the ants as she slips through. "I heard a consultant was needed?" she asks as she heads in. She's not in her normal dress. She's in jeans, black t-shirt and leather motorcycle jacket.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Hearing the familiar voice, Mike turns his head to look to the similarly color-schemed principal. "Hey Morrigan. Good ride over?" The musician slows his steps allowing for Morrigan to walk alongside instead of behind. "We'll find out from Hank what for soon enough, I presume." He reaches a hand over to pet Bo's head. "Heya Bo."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym carefully lines up the screens before turning to face his guests. "Ah thank you for coming on short notice. I won't be long. It's a motorcycle night I see. Uhm, I will make this short and sweet. I have been dealing with Bipolar Disorder for several years. Recently I discovered that my major medication Aripiprazol was causing me to lose control of my power and in effect killing me. The Pym field was becoming uncontained." He hits a button and the silhouette is draped with angry, red, ragged ejecta. "I stopped the medication without doctor's orders. My doctor is an idiot. I am now taking a serum Mike and his friends has helped me with. I have since refined it. It keeps my Pym field stable..."

"The depression remains though. I want to go back on the drug and I judge this to be safe. Mike, you're my medical proxy you should know about this. Dr. MacIntyre (sorry I'm all business right now) I want you to go over my work and see if I make a strong case for doing it."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Heya Mike. And it was a nice ride. Glad to have the bike back. Even made a new friend when I did that." Morrigan muses to that. Then she's settling her helmet down on an unoccupied chair and listening to what Hank has called them in for.

Though he's in full Doctor Pym mode and she doesn't crack any jokes. "You want me to go over it? Alright." she nods gently in agreement.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike nods to Morrigan's response before turning his head to look towards Hank. The smile fades as he listens to the basic summary of what had been going on with Hank prior to the gathering of magic users in the lab to help ensure the minimization of any side effects from the treatment Hank had devised.

He nods to the mention of going back on the medication that caused the problem to begin with. Pym knows his stuff. If he thinks the treatment he did can prevent further issues then... Alright.

"If that's what you want, Hank. I'm going to give you Wade's other number as a backup since I'm going to be traveling a bit. He's probably got the phone number of everyone I'm going to be touring with to make sure I get the message if something pops up."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym rubs the stubble on his chin.

"Want... good question. I want to be a better person and the drug free methods I am using are not working. Or at least not well enough. I'm going to be around students. I need to be at my best. Hell I need to avoid building killer robots. When I bottom out... I can be dangerous. Ask the Avengers or SHIELD... Hell Google me."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan leans against one of the tables while she listens to Hank and Mike. She doesn't really have a response to this for the moment. Though she does take a deep breath and slowly let it out, "Alright. I'll help." she states.

"And Hank...people shouldn't always judge you on things you've done in the past. They should try to help you not become that person again." she frowns. "Either way, I'm your friend and here to help." she smiles to that after a moment.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"We all have our low points." Mike replies, "...Although yes that one does take the cake. Never had need for Avengers to come to any of my blow ups. " He pauses, looking over to Morrigan, "She has a point on the judging part but- Just because people shouldn't judge you entirely on your past doesn't mean you can't learn from it to make improvements in the now. Which is what you're doing."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym rests his hands on the table, standing next to Morrigan. "You... continue to puzzle me for doing that. See, I was raised to live judged by my worst efforts. I'd bring home a string of A's but the one B got called out. GPA 3.9, why not 4 -Henry? You know when I went off... the team thought it was due to a lab accident. I donate a Yellowjacket rig and they stick this on it and fuck Damage Control, I'm not giving it back!" Hank draws a tiny square metal chip out of his pocket and flips it on the table. It rapidly expands to read "Yellowjacket Villain or Hero?"

"I've got zero faith in the human race. They have none in me. This drug... it doesn't even make me feel better, it makes me feel nothing. It's the best I can do and sometimes I want to feel nothing. I know I screwed up: scientist, husband, Avenger, dad..."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "No, Lucy...don't touch that football." The youngest Wayne muttered in his sleep. "AAUGH!" Comes a sound from a chair away from the lab, even a small crash.

  Great. Fall asleep mid-research and not only is your professor there, but so is the Director and a guy who looks like Nick Drago.

  Rushing to his feet, an embarrassed blush coming to his face. "Excuse me." He adds in, coughing. Awkward moment... "But...I understand how you feel, Doctor." Maybe that's the best way to go, Damo.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan straightens and there's a shake of her head, but she understands how Hank feels, "Let me look this over." she mutters as she heads over to the table to look over things. Damian's rude awakening makes her jump, "You alright, Damian?" she asks him.

Then she's back to formulas. She takes her glasses off to rub at the bridge of her nose, her violet gaze seeming a bit thoughtful, "Accounted for causality...correlation. Though like any other medicines or work arounds, there is a risk. You know this." she points to Hank.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to the chip turned placard, seeing it for the first time. The expression darkens as he steps over to pick it up, getting a better look at it. He gives a slight nod, stepping away from the table, looking to it before stopping. The hand holding it lifts slightly before flinging downwards, releasing it into the trash bin with a loud clang. The musician glares down the container for a moment before he turns to look to Hank. "So you have no faith in others, and some don't have faith in you. Others do. We wouldn't be here if we didn't. But none of that really matters. The key thing is you need to work on having faith in yourself. Now. If you want to 'get better' and you think going back to that treatment is your best way to do that. Then By all means. Do it. We got you."

Mike turns to look over to the incoming student, expression switching over quickly to a practiced smile, "Hello Damian." He greets pleasantly.

Oof. Someone might still have the career mode settings on.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym raises his hands before bringing them together with a clap. "I'm... at a loss. I'm the only sufferer and the only one doing this research. Makes it hard. The BPD makes it hard. BPD makes it hard. I'm not giving up. That'd prove all the wrong things people say about me. 'm glad I have friends like you. I still have no idea why. And Damian... seek help if you really think you feel the same as me. It took me 40 years to get this messed up. But thank you. Thank you all."

And like that, he wraps an arm around Morrigan's shoulders and signals the others to bring it in. Hopefully Morrigan stands still for the hug.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Hello Doctor MacIntyre, N-has anyone ever told you that you look like Nick Drago?" Damian comments, before continuing to right himself. He was still in a white dress shirt with a green tie, slacks and shoes to match, there was a black vest in the chair he once slept in.

  At Hanks beseeching of finding help, the young teen only answers: "Why do you think I live with my father now?" Damian answers Hank, though the offer of a group hug only has him...generally displeased, even though he does 'bring it in'.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan goes very still when hugs are dropped on her. Oh god. She gives a chuckle, "You don't need to thank you friends, Hank." she tells him. Then there's a smile to Mike and Damian. "I promise we'll not speak about this." she whispers. Because Damian had a reputation to uphold and she wasn't sure about getting stabbed in the kidneys if she said anything. "Well, I will be going to Boston late Thursday for work, so don't you all get into too much trouble while I'm gone, alright?" she muses.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to Damian, giving a slight grin, "A lot of people do."

As Hank indicates for them to bring it in. Mike steps over as well. "And if you need a bit of a break from around here, you know you're covered for backstage passes, Hank. Dublin's usually fun..."