6318/From Rome with Love or Bromance

From Rome with Love or Bromance
Date of Scene:	24 May 2021
Location:	Cyberspace between Manhattan and Italy, sort of.
Synopsis:	Hank and Mike may see a light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully it isn't a train.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Pym, Michael Hannigan

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Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym watches the sun come up in the East. Oops did it again. Pulled an all nighter. That explains second and third supper. It wasn't getting seconds and thirds when you ordered out three times. It was three dinners. He makes a final tweak to the Fire Ant suit (no hyphen, what was this the sixties?) then with a conspiratorial look he grabs his pipe and fills the bowl lighting up with a welder. He takes a deep drag, enjoying the maple scented smoke and the taste. He feels good. Hank looks around for any f***s, nope not a one to give. So far so good. Serum working. Medication working. He felt clearer in his thought processes than any other time in the last few years. He ponders calling Jennifer to see how she is... or further deviltry with Emma.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
While the sun is just coming up for Hank, it's very much in the air for Mike. Being elsewhere in the world will do that. And couteousy of one overzealous manager and friend. Mike has a slightly better form of communication than his Nokia this time around.

And how Mike hates it. It's... bigger.

Either way it has it's perks. One of which being when he is given an indication that it is now an acceptable time to call. With a few gestures upon the screen, he's now calling Hank.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is puffing happily away when he hears the chime. He hits the button to answer the call not on his phone but a holo monitor. That was another trick he was working on. Ying had done beautiful holograms and he was jealous. Time to up his game. He's about to hide the pipe and then decides not to. Screw it. He smokes sometimes. He also dabbles in deadly radiation and particle physics. That'll get get him before the pipe does in all likelihood.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike has the phone up close enough to him where all Hank gets is Mike from the shoulders up. On the bright side, it's not an extreme closeup of his nostrils or the side of his ear. So, minor victory there.

"Hey Hank! Just calling to see how you're doing."

He pases, looking to the lighting on the other side. Ooh. Maybe it's earlier than he thought "...I didn't call too early, did I?" He glances to the clock. "Is it three or four hours difference now?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smirks and takes a puff. "It's six hours. It's six am here... sun is just coming up. I'm good. The meds are kicking in and I'm feeling better... no worries, How was Ireland? How is the tour going? Are you getting rest?" He pauses waiting for answers almost like a proctor.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"...Shit. Hank I'm sorry. Well, not on the feeling good part, that's good but-" Mike tilts his head down, giving a bit of a chuckle, "Ireland was great. Getting my stuff together for the Italy portion now. Um. Tour's fine. Rest is- about normal for me. A few oddities but. Once again. Me. Nothing I can do about it right this second but. Oh well."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym frowns a little. "Be careful with your health, and your special abilities. They can be taxing. You're not Superman. Uhm I'm not joining you guys in Rome as I planned. I'm working on my new insect comm system, the Fire Ant armor still needs a few tweaks, and believe it or not I got a few new consulting jobs."

"And this isn't even a manic phase. I feel like I am finally getting my priorities in order. So you don't need to worry about me... I ran into Emma Frost and traded barbs with her. You ever meet her? She gives dragon ladies a bad name. We had fun."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The musician shakes his head. "Don't worry Hank. I've made sure my meds are packed. If it gets too much I got them right here with me. Wade's got my info in case I need to get an emergency refill and He's making me check in with him over facetime as well so he can - In his own words: Have proof of life. Sounds like you're keeping busy. Glad to hear you're feeling better."

However, Nick does blink to the question. "Emma Frost?" He repeats, "Yeah Hank, she was guest hosting the gameshow we were both on. I've also met her brother, Christian when I had to run stuff over to the hotel. Had some drinks. He's alright. "

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shakes his head. "Met her-met her. Quite a character. I had Jennifer over here. She... apparently I'm the friend she tells things to. I think she'd be better off talking to... nearly anyone else. I've not been a stable unit in a while. Yes drinks are nice. I have an occasional pipe and some... candy. Really takes the edge off the cycles. Lets me sleep well. Though not last night... Actually... I probably should get a little sleep. Then I have to track Jennifer down and see Dr. Richards."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Well what about that time we went to Limbo?" Mike offers up, "She was there too." He pauses as Hank starts pausing in his speech patterns. "Oh yeah, Hank. You do sound tired. Do get some sleep. I'll make a note to add a couple hours to my wait before calling next time. Alright?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shakes his head. "That is super heroics. You. don't really... it's not like having a drink with someone or a party... and we were really on opposite sides of the battle for that. I mean you need more than fighting together to form a bond. Why do you think team rosters change all the time?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike pauses, considering the response. "Well... then I guess I know a lot less people than I thought." He sighs, shaking his head as the smile fades. He blinks back to the camera and smiles again. "Well, don't need to know everyone. Got a few good ones still. Now, don't let me keep you from sleeping. Sleep well!"

There's a moment where Hank gets a close up of Mike's face as he looks to the screen.

"...how do I turn this o-"

The call has ended.