6374/Fall Out

Fall Out
Date of Scene:	29 May 2021
Location:	Pym's Midtown Lab
Synopsis:	A fine day is had by all playing hookie.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Pym, Emma Frost

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Hank Pym has posed:
The date went well. Hank assumed any media mention of Emma stepping was merely her raising her currency in social media and not necessarily enjoyable. Inquiries of her employees would only indicate mental blocks imposed or the more coercive NDAs signed. So he decided to make up an evening he'd like and hope for the best.

Pot roast made according to an old family recipe (Mike Hannigan's family, the Pyms ate out or ordered in) with further development by Hank (a couple bay leaves at the ant's prompting). then a whirlwind trip to the Microverse and hank's little cabin. He assumed anonymity, privacy would be quite precious to Emma, besides removing all the minds she must overhear constantly. They watched the benzene ring that was the sun set on the roof of the cabin. then he summoned the local social insects to perform their dances for her. The creatures were the size of horses and quite impressive and there was Cognac and other treats and now he woke up in his Earth lab and seemed to have suffered a stroke. At least his right arm was paralayzed and tingly and strangely heavy.

Hank opens his eyes. Oh right...

Emma Frost has posed:
After hearing the plans for the date, Emma had laughed and held up a finger. "There is no way, Hank!" she'd said, wagging same. "I will not be going out to do this kind of thing with you..."

She turned to go back inside, timing the rest for Hank's crushing sensation of disappointment.

"...dressed like this. Give me a few minutes." While Hank recovered from the heart attack, she strutted to her room, emerging later in ...

Loose jeans.

A loose T-shirt. That didn't expose her midriff.

Not even a babydoll.

With a stitched-in picture of a kitten's face.

And natty, nondescript sneakers.

While the pair were in public, everybody except Hank saw Emma in her resplendent self. Hank, however, saw and felt the reality. And in the cabin she didn't even have to hide from anybody for there was nobody to see that she cared to hide from.

The 'sunset' had been appreciated, as had the local dances, which had her laughing with giddiness for a while.

"Let me tell you a secret," she'd whispered to Hank. "I let my guard completely down all evening and didn't go crazy." Her eyes had bored into his head then. "Even though your crazy, fractured mind was radiating like crazy all night. Who knew you'd be so turned on by just a tee and jeans?"

That's when the evening started going off the rails. Having Hank's pure thoughts ignited something in Emma and she wasn't taking no for an answer. Somewhere between cognac consumed from entertaining places and the treats applied in creative ways and now there'd been a transfer back to his lab on Earth. And there was a platinum blonde contorted in the most bizarre ways imagineable sleeping next to him, covered in foodstuffs, drink stains, encrusted bodily fluids and her own drool.

Still smiling.

In that short part of the day where she might actually be happy.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym remembered now.

He had replied, "That you would be yourself to me is the second biggest compliment I ever had." He watched her puzzled expression for a moment, tensed for a mind tussle to see what he meant. No he was meant to explain.

"The biggest compliment is you let me be myself. You expect me to be myself and you enjoy it." He initially regarded the lovemaking as a distant third really. He was forced to reassess it several time and decided to award a three way tie.

Arrogance is terribly tiring. It was for Hank and he expected it was the same for others. No one wakes up and says they will be arrogant. It is a defense mechanism -push people away before they can hurt you, or discover your weak spots, or exploit you. It is exhausting and being able to turn it off, to have a safe place is heaven. He gave her a little bit of heaven and it truly made him feel like a hero -whatever that meant. Maybe if that was done more often Magneto and Doom and the rest and everyone would have better lives.

Mind you, none of this applies to Whirlwind. Next time they meet, that sonuvabitch is going down hard. Hank wasn't perfect by any means. He pushes the violent thought away immediately and scootches a little closer to Emma, possibly heralding a new era of Human Mutant relations.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma at first just groans in her sleep and repositions herself, sprawling across Hank in awkward ways burying her face in between his shoulder and head. But the sleep cycle had been broken and eventually she yawned widely against Hank, drowsily stirring, reaching out with her mental feelers to see if she'd been alone the previous night or ...

"Not alone."

She said it out loud. Surprise in her voice. Through the chemical haze of too much alcohol and even more dopamine, she pieced together the evening.

"Hank."

Not a greeting. Not addressing him. Just... a statement.

"Dammit, I feel like a change room at Hellfire's basement."

She does. She really does.

She releases then a final groan, followed by a quiet question: "Are you awake?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym mmmmhmmms very thoughtfully and opens his blue eyes again.

"Heck of an evening. And not just the universe hopping and insect rituals... pot roast was good too. We should get up and get cleaned up. I will start some food up and coffee if you go first." He doesn't add that the shower is a full decontamination system. He visits a lot of alien places. But the facilities are there and she /might/ make use of them. He shrinks in a moment and returns to normal to get out from under her. "I have clothes... tees and sweats you can wear." He does have new clothes he bought for Nadia but Nadia is a munchkin compared to Emma. He stretches and a giant ant walks in and hands him a mug of tea. A female lacking wings. She all but glares at Emmna. She might be glaring. Hard to tell with ants.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma stretches and nuzzles against Hank a moment, since the toxic waste covering her likely largely came from him anyway and thus immunity. Working up the will to get up--rarely a problem, but today it's become one--she sighs as the day's beginning is forced upon the pair by a phone beeping.

Busy man heads over, outside the bedroom, to take the call on video on the workstation. Emma lies back and smiles.

"Damn."

Stirring she rises and slips to the door, peeking out. It was time to give Hank a rep as a lothario. She slipped up behind him, watching the inset image to make sure she can't be identified, but the fact that she's a) a she, and b) stark naked will be visible. Imp of the perverse in full flower, she slips up behind Hank and yanks his robe down to reveal the love bites all over him, ducking down to remain out of sight while Hank was on full display. Then adding injury to insult she messes up his hair, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.

This is so unlike her. What the Hell, Emma?

Hank tipping back on top of her leads to tickling and playing of more salacious kinds, guaranteed to make whoever he was talking to wonder. Then, releasing the good doctor she shuffles aside, out of sight.

Then Hank says it was the ant. The leftover drumstick in her hand as she nibbled a bit off of it became a missile weapon...

Hank Pym has posed:
... and the she ant, Cozette watches Emma throw the drumstick and gives an almost human up nod to her and then walks into an ant hole.

Hank puts his robe in order and fixes his hair, looking in the monitor. "Well, that might have gone worse. Like if I was in a conference call with Mike, Nadia and Jennifer." Why yes he's playing the injured party.

"What did I do to deserve all that... mauling?"

Emma Frost has posed:
"You gave me a wonderful night," Emma says, crossing her arms and looking grumpy. Talk of mixed messaging. "I thought we could be a bit playful next morning. I didn't realize it was a light switch situation."

She shakes her head in disappointment, mouth pressed tightly together. "I'm going to go have a shower. You can play with your Beauregard."

Striding in the direction of the aforementioned showers, Emma stalks off, every inch the wounded-pride woman with more than a hint of feline behaviour to her.

"At least get the breakfast started while I shower?" she calls back over her shoulder.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sets to multi-tasking. Eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast. Coffee is automated. He runs back back into the bedroom then lays out sme fresh clothes and get to doing the wash, running back to the kitchen in time to save his bacon. //Females are deranged,// he emits to Baudelaire.

//Our females beat us, starve us, and force us to service the queen till we die. At least till you came along. May I help? I can shoot acid at her...//

//No that's fine... this was actually pretty funny,//he pats Bo on the head and of course has to then pat Cozette on the head.

//It was fucking hilarious, Great Pym. Is she going to be our new Queen? This would be nice. The short females are all into... wasps.//

Emma Frost has posed:
The cleaned-up Emma, after picking Hank's brain for how to operate the Rube Goldberg machine he calls a shower, comes back refreshed and in the clothes Hank laid out for her. Not even bothering to pretty herself up by glamour, she strides in, still toweling her hair.

"We are not deranged, Hank. Deranged is trying to say a huge ant is responsible for titillation because you're too ashamed to admit you had a woman. That was mildly offensive."

Beat.

"Breakfast smells good. You are forgiven."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym will catch the hand that reaches for breakfast and hold it palm to palm, fingers interlocked. Then he releases it and growing he takes the tray and brings it to the big chair, more a sofa to Emma. He holds his hands out in case she needs or wants a lift onto it. He does the head tilt and says, "You don't need any make up or illusion. You roll out of bed beautiful." She won't believe it but he speaks his truth.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma suppresses a smile--the forgiveness seems real--and allows herself to be led to, then assisted into, the chair/sofa/loveseat. She curls up catlike in the seat, watching Hank's preparations on the tray.

"You say the nicest bullshit, Hank," she chuckles. "I really do appreciate it. But I already feel like I'm five pounds overweight because I haven't done my morning exercises. And my hair is a mess, my eyebrows are mismatched, and my lips are the wrong colour."

Whoa. Body issues? Emma Frost?

"But truly, I adore you for saying it. It was the right thing to say."

Beat.

"Except for the rolling out of bed part. I rolled out of bed stained and sticky. That's not beautiful. That's disgusting. In a really hot sort of way."

And there's the playful wink.

"Last night was a bit of a blur, truth be told. Lots of things happening."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sits on the chair but doesn't bother shrinking yet. From there he can reach the coffee if he's double scale. He does so and remembers how Emma likes it from the morning, holding the tiny mug to her. He ponders something for a moment, the thought fast and fleeting.

"Wow... you can't say anything to me that registers as mean. Not that much registered before. I'm sort of obtuse that way. Got me trough a lot. And you know what I meant about rolling out of bed. My apologies for not bringing you a tray... and some wet naps."

Head tilt, "I notice you have no problem accepting a compliment... unless it's sincere. Well Cozette likes you as well and that is a first. She'd usually run another woman out of here if allowed." Big scootch over and he drapes an arm around Emma.

Emma Frost has posed:
"I know what you meant, yes," Emma laughs. "I just thought I'd tease you about ... well ... our little romp. That was an exquisitely relaxing time."

Relaxing. Yes. That's what nearly choking Hank out in her thighs was caused by. Relaxation.

"Look at me, Hank. You've ruined me. It's well past six and I haven't even thought of getting ready for my day yet. I could lounge in these unflattering clothes eating fattening foods for the whole day. This isn't me. You've destroyed me!"

More twinkling in her eyes as Hank closes in and drapes an arm around her, responding in kind by nuzzling up against him comfortably like a giant pillow before returning to her food.

The fattening food.

That she's chowing down on like she's starving.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles down at her. "I think you mispronounced 'found' as 'ruined'. I'll eat later. Knock yourself out. Your name is Frost but... I think of you as 'Sunshine'. Your eyes sparkle and you warm my cynical and harsh heart like... someone I lost. Can I persuade you to... call in sick? We can ruin each other all day."

Emma Frost has posed:
"I was beginning to think you'd never ask. I don't have to call in sick. Keep them on their toes as they worry about me at the office."

And suddenly breakfast is forgotten as Emma whispers something in Hank's ear and flicks her chin in the direction of the bedroom.