7091/Conventional Science

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Conventional Science
Date of Scene: 26 July 2021
Location: Gramercy Park Hotel
Synopsis: Henry attends a scientific conference, and runs into Vanessa down in the hotel bar.
Cast of Characters: Vanessa Carlysle, Henry McCoy




Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
The World Academy of Science's 2021 event in New York is being held at the Grammercy Hotel. Their series of events around the world are usually well attended, but New York is one of the larger events. Luminaries from across the wide range of sciences are in attendance. Much of the hotel have been booked months in advance by attendees, with others overflowing into other hotels nearby. Sometimes ones that work on more of a budget.

Some people walk about the hotel wearing their convention lanyards still. Scientists have their own unique quirks when it comes to fashion, and removing their badges when not needed probably doesn't even occur to some of them.

Vanessa Carlysle sits in a chair at one of the hotel's bars. Her eyes scan over the people. Definitely a different kind of crowd than she normally caters to in Brooklyn. Still, she's nearly to the point of being evicted for being behind on her rent. She needs the work.

So she sits at the bar, her glass nearing empty so it'll be an easy for someone to approach her and offer her another. Vanessa is wearing a black dress that though not particularly revealing, is quite flattering. It strikes the right balance of not making her look too unapproachable to the sort of men who tend attend such events.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Science! Henry was always interested in meeting and greeting the scientists of the world - also, he loved speaking on any number of scientific subjects. Having been registered for some time, he was quite happy to be at the convention. Of course, there were always those barriers with some people - mutant dislike and so on. Regardless of any of the sour looks he might have received, Henry had a great time at the event.

True to form, Henry did have his lanyard still looped around his neck. Even so, it doesn't look too bad - he's wearing a suit tailored for him. Dark gray and three piece, it makes a striking contrast with his blue fur. He's sporting extra wide wingtip leather shoes - so as not to cramp his feet.

As luck would have it, he had just finished up a lively conversation with some of the atendees on the various notable breakthroughs in genetics with some of his peers. This has him heading into the bar, looking for a bit of a snack and a drink. It was a good day, after all!

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa takes a small sip of her drink, a whiskey sour, before replacing it on the bar. The bartender wanders down towards her to see if she needs another drink, but she shakes her head to him, leaving the glass there where it can be seen easily enough by others.

She glances around again idly. Her eyes can't help but go to Henry McCoy. Even if it was someone else she'd have looked at any new arrivals. But the large X-man cuts a rather impressive form that would stand out even without the blur fur that is visible.

That he's also familiar to her causes the slight look of surprise. "I suppose I should have thought he might be here," she murmurs to herself quietly. Vanessa has a few secrets that are pretty well-kept, known only to five people. And Henry McCoy is one of those five. The woman's sloe brown eyes stay on him as he comes into the bar.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Sharp ears pick up a familiar voice, mumrured or not. The scent is likely noted as well, Henry glancing over towards where she's seated at the bar. His steps carry him over in her direction, the man offering a wave and a smile to Vanessa as he gets nearer. "I wasn't aware that you had an interest in science, Vanessa." He smiles. "Mind some company at the bar?" He motions to the barstool next to hers.

Assuming her approval, he takes a seat and settles in - carefully. "How have you been?" He asks, giving her a polite smile. As the bartender arrives, he motions to them. "I'll take an old fashioned, please. And whatever the lady is having."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Even if surprised to see him, Vanessa's smile for Henry comes up readily enough without her needing to bolster the expression. "Dr. McCoy. Very nice to see you again," she says warmly, and motions with her hand towards the seat beside her to invite him to take it. "Your company would be quite welcome," she tells him.

"I've been noticing all the nametags, but I'm not here to attend the convention," she tells him, leaving out her exact reason for being there. As Henry orders her another drink, she gives him a grateful smile. "Whiskey sour," she reminds the bartender, not that he needed it as he goes off to get their drinks together. "I... well," she says, pausing. "I have had some ups and downs if I'm honest. Was away for quite awhile. But now I'm back living in Brooklyn," she tells him. "How about yourself? How is the convention going?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
A look of concern crosses his face as she mentions the ups and downs. "Hopefully on the up-swing these days?" Henry comments. "And hopefully the period away was worth the effort?" A slight smile to her as he rests an elbow on the bar and turns to better converse with her. "Here I am disturbing your peaceful drinking." The man teases.

"The convetion has been wonderful. So many brilliant people with ideas to share. I love these think tanks - I get to see so many new ideas. It really sparks my own creativity after these events." A nod to her. A glance around, then a conspirital grin and whisper to her. "I blend in here more than anywhere else."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
The bartender comes over, setting their drinks down on the bar in front of each, before moving away to fill an order at the other end of the bar. "Oh no no, you are a welcome sight, Dr. McCoy," Vanessa assures him, resting a hand for a moment on the back of his shoulder, before reaching to pick up her drink.

The young woman flashes a warm grin over to Henry. "I don't think you need to blend in. You're a star. Stars shine," Vanessa tells him. "So is there a particular topic that the convention is about? I admit I don't know too much about it, just saw some of the signs," she tells him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The smile is returned, Henry happy to have a friendly face here to chat with. "Well, I will state the same for you Vanessa. You are quite a welcome sight." A chuckle. His drink is lifted, a sip taken. Once set back down, he nods to her.

"A whole gamut of sciences - from Astronomy to Zoology." A grin and a shrug. "Myself, I was here to speak on Genetics and various sub-sciences. Quite the list of attendees, really. I enjoy seeing young scientists, minds full of ideas. They come here and use our theories and experiments to build upon and branch out."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
The young woman's glass is held in hand, the brown liquid inside given a tiny swirl by Vanessa before she takes a small sip of it. Her attention is on Henry McCoy though, listening to him speak about the conference. "Even if I didn't know it already, I could tell from your voice that it's a passionate area for you," Vanessa comments.

"How did you end up getting into science?" she asks him, pausing to take another sip of her drink. "Were your parents scientists as well? Or something from your childhood that drew your interest?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
"My father worked in a nuclear power plant." The man explains. "My mother was not particularly into science either." A wry grin. "My interest started as a child - I always had a penchant for learning, and science seemed the most interesting of all. It is a constantly evolving field, with infinite discoveries yet to be made." Henry explains. "And yes, quite passionate about it. It keeps my mind from sitting idle."

"Plenty of college, many hours of study - and I still love learning." A slight shrug from the furry blue man. "It allows me to help my friends, and better the world. What more could a man ask?"

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
"Well," Vanessa replies, "I'm quite envious of your brain. I can't even imagine being able to comprehend some of the things you do, let alone mastering them," the young woman tells him. "I was never really much of a student, though. Just did enough to get by, most of the time," she tells Henry.

Another small sip of the whiskey sour is taken. "So are you here with a group of friends or colleagues?" she asks, glancing about the bar behind them. "Friends meeting you for a drink?" the brunette asks.

A couple of new arrivals come past, openly gaping at Henry. Whether it's because of the mutation, or that he's such a scientific luminary, one could only speculate.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The gaping is ignored, generally. It's part of life anymore for Henry. "I'm flattered. You have your own talents to be proud of - skills that you've honed over time and a lifetime of experiences." A smile to her. "And you can always take up more learning!" He winks to her. "Education never has a finish line - I plan to learn until I am taken from this world." A raise of his glass to hers.

"Oh no, here on my own. I've seen a few friends and associates here and there, but no. Flying solo to the convention." A wry grin. "Thought I'd step in for a drink now that my lecture is over."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa offers her glass in a small toast. "Well, I'm glad that you did. I must say, you're one of the more pleasant people I've ever met, Dr. McCoy. I think your voice alone would be worth a trip to hear. Have you ever thought of doing radio?" she asks him through a soft smile.

The woman takes a sip of her drink, musing silently about the skills she's honed in her life, amused by the notion. "So are you just here for today, or will the convention be running for awhile still?" she asks.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He beams at the compliment. "I'd though of it. I'd love to do that or musical theater." He admits, with a sly grin. "The feeling is mutual, you've always been a pleasure to chat with." A sip is taken from his drink, the man savoring the burn.

"Staying the night, then departing on the morrow. I was able to get one of the larger suites, thankfully." A glance to her. "How about you? Taking a cab home after this?"

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
"Close, subway," Vanessa confirms. "The Lexington Avenue Express-" she starts to say, when a pair of men in their mid-thirties approach. Both have the look of scientific or computer sorts, even without their convention IDs hanging around their necks.

"Excuse us," one of them says. "Doctor McCoy, I was wondering if you might sign this for me?" he asks, pulling out one of the convention's booklets. "My son won't believe I saw a real Avenger if I don't bring it back for him," he says. The other man similarly has his convention guide in hand to be signed.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A slight frown at that. "Surely you'll let me get you a ride home?" He offers, before the others can crowd in with the requests. An apologetic smile to Vanessa, Henry turns to those who are pandering for autographs.

He's likely blushing, by his body language. "Of course... who do I make it out to?" He asks, picking up a pen and reaching for the brochure.