Owner	Pose
Noriko Ashida	On the advice of one of her 'elders,' (who, Nori can't remember) the teen has ended up again, standing outside of Dr. McCoy's lab.  "Dr. McCoy?" The girl's gauntleted fist clanks against a nearby wall in some approximation of a knock.
Henry McCoy	Odd, he was working one moment, then the next he was waking up with his face on his workbench, to the sound of knocking at the door. He sits up with a start. "Present!" His immediate response. A moment later, his head clears a bit more. "Uh, come in!" He calls out after. Wiping at his mouth, he glances over towards the door. He looks then to his workbench, to make sure he didn't drool. Dignified!
Alex Summers	Alex is touring, self-guided of course. Well. He is really just wandering around in sweatpants and a hoodie proclaiming <insert college here> university. Nori is knocking on a door though and he'll slow up enough that he'll get there /after/ Noriko moves into the workshop and he'll be a blonde head peering inside behind her.
Noriko Ashida	Noriko is carrying what were a pair of sneakers once upon a time.  She holds up her swiss cheesed sneakers, the ones she's wearing have thin soles as well.  "I keep having to spend all of my money on shoes," not to mention the odd occasional time she's shown up with raw feet, though the last time that happened was some time ago.  "Can you help me?  I was told you might be able to." The blue-haired teen looks back over to Alex only after she's stepped inside.  She's still holding up the sneakers to McCoy though.
Henry McCoy	Shoes. Shoes? Henry blinks once or twice, then ohs. "I see. Too much friction? Speed tears through the rubber soles?" He guesses, motioning for her to bring the sneakers closer. "I think there are some unstable molecule synthetics that can help." The man explains, peering over to spot Alex poking his head in. "Alex, come on in." He offers. Looking to the shoes, he hrms. "I would imagine that should solve the situation. I know Dr. Richard has similar uses for them, to aid in his abilities." A smile. "I don't know how fashionable they'd be?"
Alex Summers	"Heya Doc." Alex slips in behind Noriko, wearing his own sneakers that needn't be upgraded. "If someone can, it'll probably be him. Master of...well. Fixing things. I was just wandering around. I don't need anything." Before Doctor McCoy might ask.
Noriko Ashida	Unstable molecule synthetics.  Every one of those words sounds cool.  "What are unstable molecule synthetics?  Like, what to they do?"  More aptly put, how do they do it? When the subject of fashion comes up, Noriko's eyes snatch Dr. McCoy's smile before flicking upward, a soft, disappointed pout at her lips.  It was her main sticking point with the gauntlets, and for a moment, her gaze hangs there as if she's contemplating going without them despite the danger.  She sighs audibly, "Is that because they can't be fashionable or you just don't know what's fashionable?"
Henry McCoy	A chuckle. "The latter, I am afraid. If you can get a design, I am certain we can make them to your liking, Noriko." Hank offers over. "As to what they due, the accomadate the changes in a persons physique or adapt to the unique nature of their powers to avoid their costumes from bursting apart at the seams, bursting into flame, being visible when the wearer isn't..." He ticks off, smirking. "The Fantastic Four make good use of them." A wink over to Alex. "I try. There are others whose skill far excedes my own. But I try to do what I can for our people. How've you been, Alex?"
Alex Summers	Alex only has a smirk for the poor teenager before he meanders away from the main conversation to poke at things that don't seem likely to ka-boom. "Ya'know Doc, black goes with everything. If you are willing not to offend her sensibilities." The question...takes some thought. "I'm decent." A quick nod as he agrees with himself. "I've been treating the academy like the strangest weekend daycamp. It makes more sense that way."
Noriko Ashida	"Oh.  Well that's something that can be figured out.  I'll get on it." Noriko says with a decisive nod.  Her brow wrinkles up as Henry unveils the applications for the tech.  "Oh.  Cool!  They sound crazy useful."  Then the sudden realization a moment later, "I wasted so much money on sneakers."  Something behind her eyes screams, 'NOOOOOOOO...' and dies off.
Henry McCoy	The doctor nods. "Just let me know. I have have something fabricated with a design. I can even make the orthopedically proper, so you don't suffer from foot stress." Thoughtful! "We'll need to take measurements and all that. Similar to the shoes I have to make for myself." The life of a triple wide foot! "How is it going, aside from the layer of self-deception?" He wonders of Alex, with a grin. "And black might work, but I'll leave the color and fashion to Noriko."
Alex Summers	"Oh. Its nice to have access to an olympic sized pool without having to fight over space." More self-deception, layers upon layers as Alex plucks up a beaker of some sort of concotion. Takes a sniff. "Are you making Dr. Pepper?" Of course Henry isn't, right?
Noriko Ashida	"Okay.  Yeah, that'd be great.  Avoiding the whole foot stress thing."  Noriko pivots to face opposite in a blink but pauses and turns back to Dr. McCoy to give him a half-ow of her head, then one to Alex.  "I'm Nori.  Bye."  Then she's gone in a snap.
Henry McCoy	Looking more than a bit concerned at Alex's olfactory identification. "No, Alex. Nothing on that bench is potable, or healthy to drink in any way." He assures, shaking his head. "You're looking for the kitchen." A wry grin. To Norikio, he smiles, waving as she bolts out. "Let me know when you have a design!"
Alex Summers	"I'll trust you. Since you are the doctor." He is turning back around but said Noriko is just /gone/...leaving him to blink a few times. "Kids sure are quick these days, aren't they?"