Owner	Pose
Hank Pym	Hank Pym had insisted Shannon stay at the mobile lab in a comfortable if plain spare room for a few days. Whirlwind was a known stalker. He made sure her parents were placated, gave them a brochure "What to Know about Parenting a Mutant" and was arranging counseling. Pym actually expected a quiet day after talking the Davises off the ledge and proving he wasn't a drunken traitor to the Avengers, God and Country. Then the call came from Pym-Tech. "Pym. What -tardigrades? No I can't talk to those... yet. WHAT THE FUCK? Well how big did it get? Still growing? Well how big is it... HELLO? Oh for..." He rushed past a newly awoken Shannon and said, "I gotta go to Jersey for a while. Leave the ants alone; they bite! Begooddon'ttouchanythingstay here! OhmyfriendMikemaycomebytodiscussmovies. " He dropped a cardboard garment box on the counter and hurried out. There was a roar of his funny ant jet from outside. There was a breakfast burrito on the counter. Next to the box. The cover was half off the box.
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis vaguely blinked through his instructions, still brushing her hair down into an adequate shape. She's left lightly dazed after the man rushes out, at which point she slowly scans over the lab. Her first instinct is to continue doing her usual exercise, where she'll plant her hands on a wall and work on her power output, but the sight of the box catches her attention immediately. Now within her mind, she registered the fact he said not to touch anything. To her that meant he had taken precautions to safeguard what he didn't want touched, yet this box was very, very conspicuous and exposed. Therefore, she assumes whatever is inside was of no consequence and decides to take it out.
Hank Pym	Inside the box? A bonafide superhero outfit. A red body suit of fine, very durable mesh, blue boots and gloves and a close fitting metal helmet. A belt holds several compartments. The kicker is, it's pretty much sized for Shannon. Well maybe the shoulders are a little wider. Surprise!
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis stares at it for a while, measuring it up against herself and squinting lightly. She wasn't entirely sure if it was meant for her or if it was something he was fixing up for his daughter, though she wasn't sure if they shared sizes. Whichever the case, she figured it was still in the design stages and would be fine to try on. After all, she was incredibly curious to find out what wearing an actual costume was like, she never really had the craftsmanship required to make anything, even something like the very first spiderman suit. Now the trick was going to be trying it on quickly and putting it back as if nothing happened.
Hank Pym	New Jersey "Goddamit Sheriff stop shooting at it! You're just making it angry. A good shoot of Red-Pym and your problems will all be little ones..." Abruptly his phone rings. He sees the caller and takes it working on a small device. "Oh hello little girl, Listen, dad's working right now, I'll call you back. Love you too baby." He holds up the slingshot he just fashioned and fits a red capsule into it. Manhattan The super suit is a marvelous creation, the material tough yet flowing like water through the fingers. It shimmers faintly. The helmet shiny and intricate. The belt... well it's a belt. With stuff. Super suits never seem to have pockets.
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis is definitely starting to see the benefits of wearing something like this to protect her squishy unmutated bodyparts. Realistically the only tough part of her body were her palms. With breathless excitement she carefully starts slipping on the suit, which involves lots of finnicking and squeezing since it was her first time dealing with anything that wasn't pants and shirts or a skirt. The most cool part for her was slipping on the helmet, though in some corners of her mind she did idealize a demonic look that struck horror in the heart of her foes over your usual hero aesthetic, her fashion sense was fairly conflictuous.
Nick Drago	After a bit of time going through security. Mike eventually is allowed to go to the mobile lab located in the backyard. Being this is a casual visit, he's not really expecting trouble. Pym reinacting a scene from Wizard of Oz by accident? Maybe. But not trouble. After the musician reaches the door, he lifts up his hand to give a knock. Just in case Pym has some growing up to do or something...
Hank Pym	New Jersey "How in Tesla's name could those idiots be out of Pym particles? It took all the particles I had and the darn thing is still Yorkie-sized! Don't worry little guy. I'll fly you back to the lab and get you normal and drop you off in a pond. Or the john... not like it'd kill you," He pats the carrier sitting next to him, which shakes furiously. He yanks back a nipped finger.
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis had basically erased the part about someone coming over off her brain due to her excitement at finding the suit. When there's a knock at the door she freezes up and Uhhhhhhhh's akwardly from the inside. She really did not have enough time to take the entire suit off before he assumedly came in, so she figured she'd have to talk him down instead. "Come...in?" She then mutters hesitantly, finishing fixing the suit into place.
Nick Drago	Hearing the voice speak up that is most assuredly not Hank, Mike tilts his head curiously. The door opens, revealing a larger than the average ant opening the door. The rocker glances down. "Oh thank you-" He pauses, looking to the collar to read the name, "Bo." Giving a wry smile he steps inside, glancing around before looking to what looked like a mini-version of Ant-man with some- different proportions. "Hi. Uh. Is Hank around?" Hmm. Is this Nadia?
Hank Pym	Somewhere over the Hudson "Goddamit get back in that carrier, don't touch that! You'll kill us both! Get over... stop it!" Rover 2 bobs and weaves in a roll and spin, thrusters shrieking. Manhattan The rather large ant goes up to Shannon and head tilts, waiting. Waiting. //Orders, Mistress?// the words form in Shannon's mind.
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis screams abruptly and recoils. "AGHC WHAT-" She stares over at the ant, then at the dude that just showed up. She did not recall having this power. She was going to try to play along but figured her cover was blown by now, so instead she just sighs. "Uuuh...go...uh...sit." She says with an awkward wave towards the ant, not quite sure how to do this. After that she turns towards the man. "No. Who- Why- Err, Dr. Pym isn't here right now, he's out doing something about tadpoles or something. Name's Shannon and it's very essential that you don't mention the fact I was wearing this suit today, yeah?"
Nick Drago	As Shannon screams, Mike jumps back. Not sure if the girl had an EXTREMELY large personal space bubble that he just invaded by speaking towards her or if she was going to turn out to be some crazed fangirl. Either way he's not about to accuse someone of the later and if its the former then he better get back. "What'd I do?!" He asks. The order to sit gets an odd look as well, not as much as the sudden screaming but still. But upon her gesturing to the ant it starts to click. Ah so this MUST be Nadia. It's not long after that he's proven wrong. SO very wrong. "...Shannon?" Mike repeats, "Based from that request, I'm guessing you're not supposed to be wearing that then. So, why are you?"
Hank Pym	Somewhere Upstate...? "Who's a good boy! Whossa goo' boy? WHo wants a belly r..." "Attention aircraft... you are violating a SHIELD No Fly Z... oh Christ it Dr. Pym. Just give him room... They can't pay me enough... " Bo jumps up as Shannon screams and runs behind Mike. //What did I say? What did I say?!???//
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis is very distressed by this voice in her head, she shakes her head around a bunch before refocusing on the man. "Well! Firstly because I did not expect this to be a working prototype." She raises her voice a bit as if the voice in her head was some kind of background noise. "Secondly! I did not expect it to be important because he kind of just left it out there in the open like it was due for laundry. And also because I was very curious, yes." By now she was mostly staring down at herself and fiddling with the belt to see what was inside. "Luckily I have now found out about this and so I can avoid any disastrous accidents."
Nick Drago	The startled Ant running behind Mike does draw a bit of the performer's attention as he absentmindedly crouches down slightly to give Bo a pat on the head. Hopefully he won't get bit in the process but right now the ant's got more of a puppy vibe going for it. "Well, now that you know it is active, that's probably a sign to change out of that before it backfires on you." Mike glances over to the doorway to another room. Is it just him or does the place seem bigger this time around? "There's a downside to every power."
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis was quickly overcome with a rush of anxiety when something occurred to her, she had fully intended on getting out of the suit before, but now she just HAD to know how her powers would interact with the size shifting technology. It was an idea that boggled her mind with infinity curiosity and a burning determination to find out, she gasps deeply, inhaling as the realization hits her. "OH my god. Help me out with this, push that bigass cube of ballistic gelatin near one of the walls." She points at it while doing two things, the first involved fiddling with the gloves to see if she had to take them off entirely and whether that was possible. The second involved messing around for activation mechanism, which she attempted by expending one of the very conspicuous blue capsules.
Hank Pym	Hank Pym returns to the Avengers backyard, landing Rover in stealth mode. It's still early after all. The tardigrade is back in the carrier. That's about when... Scream! //WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT DID I DO???/// //Bo? What happened?// Shannon gets a stream of thought images of her in the costume. Pym swears and drops the carrier. It breaks open and little tardigrade runs into the bushes. Eh get it later. //Shannon! What did you do?// Yes he can talk over the comm at a short range. His mental images... not the best. He runs for the door and plunges through it as another ant opens it.
Nick Drago	Mike's jaw drops. "I'm not sure where you got any hint of me helping you help yourself to Hank's stuff from 'change out of that before it backfires on you.'" He comments, shaking his head as he stands up from petting Bo. Hand still intact fortunately. "No. Once again, you should change out of that before something goes wrong. Maybe ask Hank what those somethings can be when he gets back."
Shannon Davis	Shannon Davis was almost hyperventilating, not because she was big, but because of what it could MEAN. "No no, you don't get it, I HAVE to find out i-" She shakes her head again, hearing another voice, this time less freaky. "Doctor Pym? It's alright! Everything's perfectly fine, this is a completely controlled experiment. See? Nothing's going wrong." If one was able to see her expression they'd find it entirely fixated, she absolutely had to know. "Duck behind something, then." She tells the guy before her giant form carefully shuffles through the lab in a very slow and deliberate and careful way, just to push the gelatin cube over against the furthest wall. Then she picks up the softball, figuring she should use the safest object possible, before pointing it at the cube and firing. A presumably loud as fuck THUNK echoes through the room.
Hank Pym	Hank Pym enters the lab just as Bo runs behind him, and the gelatin cube explodes under the impact. Suddenly tenderized gel flies everywhere. Hank goes from red clad to green clad, wipes his goggles a stomps over to Shannon. He pokes her in the hip, about at his eye level and the teen shrinks back to normal. Hank narrows his eyes at the girl. "Take that suit off, and get a mop. Now." He turns a around to survey the mess. "Oh hai Mike. When did you come in?" Bo the ant and a couple others come in and start eating the gelatin.
Nick Drago	"Oh come o-" And she's growing. Giving a drawn out sigh, Mike lowers his head covering his face. Well, looks like this is happening. Facial features reversed as he phantasms discretely, he shuffles aside, moving out of the way of the AGONIZINGLY SLOW MOVING WOMAN. Hearing her seemingly speak to Hank, he turns his head finding the doctor inside. "Hey Hank. For the record I tried talking her out of it." A glob of the gel flies through Mike, its journey not interrupted on its path to Hank. "Sometime after she got that suit on." He answers, still looking spotless.