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Vivian Vision	With Hank Pym currently absent the outside of his property has become rather unkempt even by the standards of an absent-minded super genius it was only a matter of time before the local residents association put in a call to complain. Not that said genius would ever give his real phone number to the residents association! Instead a fairly simple program has routed the message down through the ranks. It's not Avengers business, nor is it suited for SHIELD and with Vision busy doing other things the call eventually ends up with Vivian. And with nothing better to do in the last weeks of her school vacation she has taken a little trip out to New Jersey. Throwing up a holographic mask of a landscaping firm hard at work the young synthezoid has casually phased her way into the garden shed (not even superheroes bother to phase shield their garden sheds), collected a mower and started work. The whirring of mower blades loud enough to be a serious nuisance this bright and early on a morning. On the off hand this work might upset a cranky scientist she's taken the precaution of picking up a large Earl Grey and some croissants from the local coffee shop. Which have been carefully placed near, but not in the way of, the front door.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia's Neat Science Facts: Teenagers are not known for waking up early. There is actually a very good reason for this. In teens, melatonin is produced about three hours later in the 24-hour sleep cycle than in children or adults. This keeps them up late, and means they have a lot of trouble waking up early while their melatonin is still being produced. Like most teenagers at this hour of the morning Nadia was sound asleep when Vivian began to work and continued to toss and turn for awhile longer before the whirring of the lawn mower blades finally woke her up. Stretching her arms skyward and stifling a big yawn it slowly dawns on her that the cause of her awakening is someone mowing the lawn. There is a brief spark of hope in her sleep deprieved brain. Maybe, just maybe, it's her father Hank mowing the lawn! Other parts of her brain know that this makes no logical sense given all of the other accumulated evidence, but they are currently too starved for caffeine to voice their objections. Jumping out of bed, dressed only in an overly long T-shirt several sizes too big for her and her fuzzy slippers, Nadia grabs her phone from the bedside table and tucks it into her bra, before she dashes to the front door. Throwing it open she peers out to see who is mowing the lawn.
Vivian Vision	On the list of likely things to see outside the Pym family home first thing in the morning a teenage synthezoid girl mowing the lawn while whistling Mozart's Queen of the Night to herself would not rank highly. Clocking in below Russian black ops team, giant ant battle and interdimensional attack from Microverse entities upset at all the mass borrowing. Of course if you had asked Vivian to come up with a list of things she would not expect to come through the front door of the Pym house a half asleep teenage girl in a state of partial dress would not have featured at all. Surely one younger woman would have been enough learn that particular life lesson! Still she doesn't seem overly concerned. Certainly not enough to stop her work, as the lawn does still need mowing after all, but she does turn her head and nod in greeting. Her whistling eventually stops and she notes "Good Morning. If Doctor Pym is inside I have left his tea of preference by the door along with a selection of breakfast items."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	An elated expression is suddenly crestfallen, it's not him afterall. Though the crestfallen expression is replaced by one of intense curiousity as Nadia peers intently at the synthezoid girl mowing her lawn. "Why are you mowing my father's lawn?" is the question her sleep deprived brain deems most logical to ask first. After a moment she peers closer, "Are you a synthezoid?" The young girl takes a few steps out of the house still only dressed in fuzzy slippers and a t-shirt that reaches down to her knees, but not seeming to care. She squats down and begins to rummage through the breakfast items before picking the tea and sniffing it, "This isn't coffee... though I suppose tea still has Trimethylxanthine in it." and she stands up again drinking Hank's tea and munching one one of the croissants. "Dr. Pym isn't here." she says with a mouth full of croissant. "I'm trying to find him though. Hi I'm Nadia, his daughter."
Vivian Vision	"Because, according to the local residents association, it was 'bringing down the value of the neighborhood'," Vivian replies, she doesn't quite roll her eyes or make air quotes but they are very heavily implied. "And as yet the good Doctor has yet to invent grass which cuts itself." She shrugs. "I am sure it is on a to-do list somewhere. Either that or training ants to take care of the garden." The teenage synthezoid doesn't stop mowing, but the activity seems to only need a tiny fraction of her attention. "His daughter?" Her eyes flick back and forth. "As far as I was aware Miss van Dyne has not yet had any children. Although facial recognition does suggest a familial relationship..." Viv completes another pass across the lawn. "My name is Vivian. Vivian Vision." She doesn't directly answer the synthezoid question, but the implication is pretty obvious. "If you would prefer a different beverage I can arrange for a delivery of groceries to be made? I had been informed that tea would be the preferred drink for this time of day."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia swallows down the last of the croissant before taking another drink of tea, she is definitely not above eating Hank's breakfast since he isn't here and she hadn't planned far enough ahead for what she was going to do for food yet anyway. "No, not Janet. I met her. She's kind of scary. I guess she would be my Ex-Step-Mother? My mother was Maria Trovaya, his first wife, though most people don't seem to know about her because she was kidnapped on their honeymoon and never seen alive again. I don't think he knows about me either, I'm sure if he did he would have come to rescue me... that's what father's do right?" she gives the synthezoid girl an optimistic smile. "Vivian Vision?" she repeats the name out loud as she turns it over in her mind as her brain slowly comes online from the caffeine in the tea, "As in like The Vision that Ultron made?" her expression becomes thoughtful as she studies Vivian for a moment.
Vivian Vision	Vivian Vision pauses, blinks a few times, then starts what should be her final lap across the lawn. "I have arranged for a basic selection of groceries and non-food essentials to be delivered to the house tomorrow," she informs solemnly. "Unfortunately same day delivery was unavailable. I trust you will be able to arrange for food for later today?" The notion the refridgerator inside the house might have any edible food never seems to cross her mind. "I did not find any of the Avengers especially scary, but then my interactions with them are likely influenced by prior interactions with virtual simulacrums." "I am unaware of any other surviving members of the Vision family. Which is not to say they do not exist," Viv informs. There's a pause before she adds "Which is to say yes. He is my creator or 'Father' in Human terminology." She brushes her hair back behind one of her ears. "I can't really give an informed opinion on how a parent should act as I was raised in a virtual environment. Although I could provide publicly available statistics?"
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia covers her mouth to stifle a giggle. Maybe it's something Vivian said, maybe it's the way she said it, but something about her has clearly amused the now awake Nadia, "Thank you! That's really great of you to do that. Only Janet and Natasha were a bit scary. Janet threatened to punt me into the Microverse without a respirator and Natasha threated to fire on me with every gun in the Avenger's Mansion perimeter defenses. But hopefully I can win them over. Natasha was raised in the Red Room like me, so I can't really blame her. That place can mess up anyone's head and the regular class had it way worse than I did." "So you're the Vision's daughter," she becomes thoughtful again, "If Ultron is like my brother, generally speaking, since my father created him, that would make the vision like his son and my nephew, again generally speaking, which would make you Ultron's granddaughter and my Great Niece! I have a Great Niece!" she lets the talk of statistics go and instead skips off the porch and across the lawn to attempt to give Vivian a big hug, again completely oblivious to her attire. Thankfully Vivian's holograms will keep the neighbors from actually seeing anything.
Vivian Vision	"Try asking Janet for help regarding fashionable garments and... I do not have any records about what a Natasha may enjoy," Vivian suggests earnestly. Even in advanced simulations the Black Widow is a mystery. "The Red Room suggests Russia. Perhaps a traditional samovar?" It's probably for the best talk of statistics is forgotten. Nothing Vivian had prepared was likely to fill poor Nadia with confidence. "My core directives do indicate I should strive to understand what it is to be Human. And that includes considering Human familial bonds as valuable. On which note do not ever refer to Miss van Dyne as my great grandmother. Simulated Janet found the term /highly/ offensive." The hug, when it occurs, seems to take Viv entirely by surprise. She stops her mowing and, while resisting the urge to phase, freezes in place in a way only a machine or synthezoid can. "If you wish we can go inside to 'catch up'? Once you have found suitable attire that is."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia considers this advice about Janet, "She did see really fashionable, does she like giving advice on fashion? Do I look like I need fashion help?" At the suggestion that she should get dressed, Nadia blinks a few times and looks down at her attire making an 'oh' face, like she really hadn't noticed at all. "Yeah I should probably do that, shouldn't I? But it's okay, you're family anyway. Yeah let's go inside! The housing association can just deal with some long grass, or maybe I can cut it with lasers later." She truly is her father's daughter. If she has noticed the discrency in Vivian's emotions, she's not saying anything about it.
Vivian Vision	"She has her own fashion house," Vivian explains. "I... could not really say if you need help. You are not currently 'dressed' in a conventional sense." And to be honest Viv's own taste is very... unique. Being mostly yellows, greens and pinky-reds. "Just mind the ant-hills. There are three on the property that I was given explicit instructions to avoid." "I assume you have not been in the country long?" she says, as much a question as statement. "Have you had chance to obtain a cellphone yet? If not I can arrange for one of those too." Money doesn't seem to be much of a concern to the synthezoid, she can after all mine crypto currency using spare processing power. "Actually perhaps we should put together a full list of things you will require and I can order it all at once. As there are bound to be a variety of things Doctor Pym does not keep in his house you will either need or want." She turns off the mower. "Speaking of which.. You seemed to imply Doctor Pym was not present, did the Avengers give you any indication of when he would return? I assume he is away for research?"
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia nods her head, "Not too long, no." Vivian's question about a cellphone causes Nadia to reach into her shirt and start rummaging around until she comes out with the phone that she had tucked into her bra, "I have a phone. With a few modifications I was able to access all the major service networks." she replies matter of factly, as if this is something normal people do. Or at least normal people brought up in covert ops training programs. When Vivian asks about Hank though Nadia's expression falls a bit, "They don't know where he is either, and all attempts to reach him have failed." But she quickly brightens again, "However, I'm sure we can find him!" We, apparently Vivian is now included, "I found a notepad in the kitchen where he had been scrawling some idea equations and from what I can gather he was trying to extrapolate principals of the Microverse Spacewall to a Macroversal scale, in otherwords breach the dimensional barrier to parallel universes. His main lab is the one place I haven't been able to check yet, but I'm sure the answers are waiting in there. Where else would he go to try and work on that? Some of the Avengers are coming too, and maybe my SHIELD 'Parole Officer', but she's also really amazing! You'll love her she's a Lady Science Adventurer Dr. Bobbi Morse!!!" It is hard to contain her building enthusiasm. The disappearance of her father may be eating away at her but her sheer positivity and belief that she /can/ fix this seems to be boundless.
Vivian Vision	The phone lights up. "I have added my contact information for you along with some recommendations regarding features to disable for security reasons," Vivian informs. The list being for the most part all the various means Viv just used to access the device. "I would recommend not allowing SHIELD to have unsupervised access to the property. There is likely no end of research they might wish to obtain that your father did not feel comfortable sharing with them." Spies of any sort do not seem to rank highly on the list of people Vivian trusts. Even when they are supposed to be 'good' spies. "Breaching the walls of space and time to access another dimension does seem like the sort of unwise action a super genius might take. Have you taken the time to see what else might have been on the notepad? Once we have put together a list of everything you will need I can take a look at a higher magnification to see if impressions of previous notes are still legible." Of course the list of all the things Nadia might need is a long one. And that last section of lawn is alas unlikely to get finished any time soon. Not that Vivian will leave it undone, not when Nadia has mentioned lasers. The last thing the young synthezoid wants is complaints about an out of control fire....