Owner	Pose
Janet van Dyne	Janet does not deal well with being told 'no'. Were she younger, it would have been chalked up to being spoiled. At her age, it would be almost entitlement-- except that it concerns someone she loves being missing, and Janet is clearly unable to accept 'we don't know' as an answer. From the sound of it there's a bit of a row about that exact topic happening in the Avenger's meeting room as Susan Richards approaches. The double doors fall open and a technician stumbles out in a pell-mell scramble. He makes it two scrambling steps down the hallway and a coffee mug flashes through the air and smashes against the wall opposite the door. "The next person who says WORD ONE about 'telemetry problems' is going to wake up naked and adrift in the Arctic Ocean!" There is a mass exodus of people hurrying away from the screeching tirade, looking haggard and alarmed at the same time. Once the surging mob passes it leaves Janet temporarily alone in the Avenger's meeting room, which she's converted into an operations center for trying to coordinate the job of investigating Nadia's disappearance. Janet's wearing her sleek gold and black jumpsuit and looks like she's done little about her appearance save for pushing her short hair into place and applying a bare minimum of cosmetics. There are a couple bottles of caffeinated malt liquor nearby, along with some food for Janet that looks like she's not touched it.
Susan Richards	Susan's calm, cool, and collected. Or, at the very least, she's putting on an impeccable display of pretending to be such. Because she knows her friend, and she knows a calming, soothing presence will help her. Or, at least, won't lead to the poor technicians being traumatized by _both_ of the women unloading fury upon them. Sue's discovered that traumatizing the workers isn't always a good motivational tool in her time running the Fantastic Four's business dealings. And so as Susan breezes into the meeting room, clearly straight from that day job, white blouse, blazer and skirt done up in that typical shade of blue that she half thinks Reed may have trademarked, she takes a particularly firm step to make her heel ring out on the floor. Best to distract Janet and let some of the staff manage to escape, or at least look even busier so they may skip the Wasp's ire. And it's certainly not the time to go through any of the pithy remarks that pop through her mind about people waking up naked in the Arctic ocean. No, instead she simply zeroes in on her friend and closes up behind her to attempt to loop an arm around her shoulders, "Hey, hey... focus, Jan. Tell me what happened... and maybe I can take a look at all of... this." She gestures vaguely to the room in general. "i'm sure Nadia's fine, she's probably putting together a portal, or a mech suit, or some sort of transdimensional railgun to rescue herself, and she's going to show back up with an entertaining story for you."
Janet van Dyne	Janet looks up at Sue without much surprise on her face. Tension and a lack of sleep (or nutrition) draws her face out and highlights stark features. "Hey," she bids Sue, without much emotion. Which is perhaps comparable to being friendly, given her vituperation for the other people recently helping her in the rescue efforts. She looks down at the tablet in front of her and with a flick of her fingers, throws the data over to the wall display. "That's the problem," Janet says. "No one knows shit. Her car abandoned on a road not far from the GIRL facility. Maybe some trace radiation, but they can't tell me if it's from a spaceship or some kind of dimensional-whatsit." Janet cracks open a (suspiciously un-labelled) pill bottle and pops two in her mouth before washing them down with a few swigs of Four Loko. "And without this." She hooks a finger into the neckline of her suit and pulls out two necklaces. One of them is the shield-styled pendant she wears everywhere; the other is Nadia's portable microverse crystal. "And yes, I checked. She's not hiding in the microverse," Janet assures Sue. "So she ditched it and left it with the car-- and her phone-- and the only reason she'd do that is she didn't want someone to get their hands on it, and figured we'd find it before some rando picked it up, I guess."
Susan Richards	Sue's lips press into a thin line as she looks over the data projected on the wall... and her arm gives a subtle little squeeze around Janet's shoulders as those mystery pills are popped. Sue gets it. Family in trouble? Boy oh boy does Sue _get it_. She chews her lower lip, eying that pendant and murmuring softly, "Well, that's at least some sort of clue. She had time to ensure it wasn't taken with her, so she wasn't caught entirely off guard." She sighs and shakes her head slowly, "No sign of any sort of..." She frowns more severely, trying to think of how to phrase things gently, "Scuffle? I imagine if it was something Nadia felt truly threatened by, there'd have been quite a ruckus unfolding." And, well, maybe to brighten the mood, maybe because even Sue has that unsuppressable knack of the Fantastic Four to try new things, she snags that bottle of Four Loko for her own far less practiced sip and murmurs softly, "Well, that's... delightfully artificial." And then she's reaching into a hidden pocket inside her blazer, phone pulled out, and beginning to download that troublesome telemetry data so she can take a look at it herself. Because she's not going to let Janet have to rely on not-Susan-Richards for her analysis! Oh no. Whoever took Nadia has made a terrible mistake, and they just don't know it yet, but she's going to help make sure they find out. She's just going to be more outwardly polite about it!
Janet van Dyne	Janet shoots a wary side-eye at Sue as the heroine reaches for the Four Loko. Woe betide the person who tries to take away Janet's energy drinks. When Sue doesn't do a spittake gag, a humorless smile touches Janet's lips. She opens another for Sue and slides it over towards her. "Don't knock it, this got me through grad school," Janet explains. She sits on the edge of the table, one leg crossing at the knee and a hand propped behind her for balance, and watches Sue go through the data. Her foot bobs with an erratic sort of tic, a sure sign of sleep deprivation combined with ... whatever uppers Janet's using to avoid sleep. "No signs of struggle. Just a couple set of footprints leading to a... a big empty nothing. Some of the Titans were there, Nadia runs around with that crew," Janet says. "They're concerned, but they don't have any more idea than I do. Space invaders? A teleporter to ... Rann? The moon? Could be a spaceship. Could be a really well-hidden zeppelin for all I know." Janet is not one to whine but there's a slow exhalation from her nose that could almost be mistaken for a plaintive expression of concerned parental agony.
Susan Richards	Sue allows a ghost of a grin, and sighs out as she takes that offered beverage of her own. Janet really does have the ability to get her into trouble with ease. But maybe the caffeine or alcohol will help make heads or tails of the data she's downloading. Eyebrows perk as she murmurs out, "Hm. I should sit Val down and ask her if she knows anything. And are well-hidden zeppelins a thing? I would have thought SHIELD cracks down on them immediately. You know, can't let them muddle the brand of the flying aircraft carriers, right?" She chews her lower lip, eyes darting between the screen in her hand and Janet, taking in that little tic, that all too familiar sign of someone who's pushed themselves past the limit of wakefulness, either in the name of science, or partying, or genuine concern for a missing family member it seems. She tilts her head and hums softly, "Well, I'm not sure it would be anything quite so far... none of the alarms around the city for massive energy spikes or interdimensional rifts have triggered, and I'm sure Reed made them even more accurate after _his_ last unexpected disappearance, right?" She takes another, slower swig of her drink and shakes her head firmly, "No, I'm thinking it's some planet-bound organization. They probably saw the expo and want Nadia to build them a death ray or a super robot or something... and she's probably going along with it knowing you'll find her and give them the business."
Janet van Dyne	Janet's hands rise and fall in an exasperated flop at Sue's questions about the zeppelin. Frustration marks her fine features; clearly the source of her aggrievement is not Sue, though the way her irritation expresses itself is fairly indiscriminate. The extended logic, though, makes some sense to Janet, and a slow nod firms into an expression of agreement. "That makes sense," Janet admits. "I don't think you can just punch a hole in reality without a bunch of alarms going off. I mean, it's possible," she concedes, "but if we spend all our time looking at things that are 'possible' we won't get shit done." Janet starts counting off on her fingers. "Uh, okay. Who has motive? Red Room, always my number one suspects whenever someone screws with Nadia. AIM came after her at the Expo so this could be that Monica bitch getting some payback. There's always some of Hank's old problem children..." she frets her lip while going down the list. "See, this is why I have a policy of 'fuck around, find out' when it comes to people screwing with me." Janet's eyes flash, full of hostility. Relatively few people who have truly crossed Janet have survived the final encounter with her. "I could call up the Titans and ask for a rundown on anyone they know of who has some beef with 'em." "But if it's not personal, then it's about the Pym Particles," Janet says. "Nadia usually has... I don't know, a couple days worth in her suit, and some backup squirreled away somewhere. Even if all they do is take her suit that's a good fifty, hundred million on the black market," Janet says. She frets her lip, eyes still flickering at the screen as if hoping it'll spit some miraculously useful data at her. "I should call my people in Madripoor. If there's someone moving particles on the black market, that's the easiest place to advertise."
Susan Richards	Susan sighs out and loops her arm around her friend again, nodding and humming under her breath, "Pym particles seem like the most likely root cause." She tilts her head thoughtfully, "I mean, anyone messing with Nadia as a proxy for the Titans would probably be gloating up a storm about it. You know, the standard costumed melodrama and all. It could be AIM trying a second round after their expo plan failed, true. I'm going to dig into these numbers and see what I can find. Also, if I come back after doing that and find out you haven't slept yet, I'm going to shoot you with several tranquilizer darts and drag you to bed in a bubble." She just casually tosses it out, as she continues to flick through the data on her phone, mind whirring away... she might not be as brilliant as Reed, which she'll readily admit, but she can hold a conversation _and_ do advanced mathematics, and not just disappear into a lab until the numbers are done. In fact, she can even snark a little! Which she can't resist doing as she murmurs out, "And here I thought that was your policy in general! I kind of assumed you have a jacket with it emblazoned across the back."
Janet van Dyne	Janet allows herself a few moments to lean against Sue's shoulder. It's not something she'd ever do if anyone else was watching but the reassurances come at a welcome time for her frazzled nerves. Sue's gesture is a comforting one, reassurance without making any reckless promises. Just that things will get better. Eventually. Janet gives Susan a bemused look at the commentary about the tranquilizers. "You don't know me very well, do you," Janet remarks, and almost manages to turn a dry chuckle into a real laugh. "You'll need to call a vet and get some horse tranqs to put me down when this--" she gestures, vaguely. "Is on my mind. I know too many creative ways to take Ambien for it to do anything to me anymore. When Steve did the vanishing act a while back I didn't sleep for a week," she admits. "Just can't ... shut my brain down."
Susan Richards	Sue snorts out softly and murmurs dryly, "Horse tranquilizers? Janet! That's so pedestrian!" She frowns severely, "You _must_ be tired." She sighs and shakes her head, giving another little squeeze. "And it's... I can understand that. I mean, especially when it's different people disappearing. I need to remember not everyone has one particular husband who vanishes, and that it's not always the person who vanished testing out some half-finished gizmo or agreeing to go help someone halfway across the universe or in another dimension or something." She clicks her tongue and mutters out, "I swear to god, if the kids start pulling that I'm going to microchip them like cats." Sue heaves out a sigh and takes another full drink of her beverage... and there may be some mild tremors of jitteriness running through her now. "Maybe we should ask the girls if they've got any ideas about any... ridiculous youthful signals Nadia might send out that they could pick up on? I know how to find a typical SOS, but I'm afraid my knowledge of popular music peaked with the Macarena, so there might be signals we'll miss out on otherwise."
Janet van Dyne	Janet brightens at that idea. "That's good. That's a /really/ good idea," she remarks, and hops off the table to move back to her tablet. "God I feel like... such a /mom/," she mutters. "You're talking about chipping the kids and my first instinct is to go 'why didn't I LoJack Nadia's freaking skull'." She's tapping on the tablet and sends a priority message to the entire GIRL ensemble-- every one of Nadia's friends, peers, and cohorts in that crew. 'BOLO for Nadia potentially sending a weird message through atypical channels. No idea is too crazy'. She tosses the tablet back on the table and plants her elbows on the hardwood long enough to rest her face against her palms and try to wipe the fatigue away from her features. "I am tired," she admits, finally, and hooks her hands behind her neck. "And I don't know what to do, and that's pissing me off more than anything else right now."
Susan Richards	Susan laughs softly and shakes her head with a little shrug of her shoulders, "Oh, you're not _old_, Janet! Trust me. It's only once you start factoring into your plans that you 'Don't understand the kids these days' that you're old." She lifts her Four Loko to eye it slowly, "Also, I think you need to not drink anything this colour to count as old. This is clearly an elixir of youth, or at least poor decision making, which works out to the same thing, doesn't it?" She reaches out to lightly tousle fingers through Janet's hair and murmurs dryly, "That's how family goes. They get into trouble, and you want to make it all better immediately, and if you can't, it eats at you and... has you threatening technicians until they run away, yes?"
Janet van Dyne	"No, I threaten my people all the time," Janet remarks. The words echo a little hollow off the table, her head bowed as she leans a little into the reassuring touch. "I'm just more of a bitch about it when I'm stressed out. My business teacher at Columbia was a hard-ass," she clarifies, and tilts her chair back a few degrees to rest her head against the headrest while smiling ruefully up at Sue. "'Never accept failure or excuses', he used to tell us. If you tell them 'well you did your best', they give up. Tell them 'go back and get me an answer', they'll work their ass off." She lifts her calves up onto the table and crosses her feet lazily at the ankle. "Of course the other part of that is 'extraordinary success deserves extraordinary rewards'. Nothing says 'good job' like dropping a ten grand bonus in someone's paycheck." She twists the chair back and forth and squints up at Sue. "Why am I telling you this?" she asks rhetorically. "FantastiCorp is in the Forbes 500 chart, you're like... over ten billion dollars," she hazards.
Susan Richards	Susan rolls her eyes and snorts softly, "Well, yes, but I mean... I try not to think about that." She grimaces slightly and sighs, commandeering a chair for herself so she can sink into it and roll her head back to stare up at the ceiling, "I mean, that way lies madness. We're busy protecting the planet from aliens, probing the limits of scientific advancement, having a family _and_ running a billion dollar corporation, and as soon as I think about that last one I start wondering if we're not doing enough. If we could be doing more to help people in their day to day lives." She snorts and mutters dryly, "Or if I'm just being a _horrible_ bore of a billionaire by not taking a few weeks off for some sort of interstellar yacht trip."
Janet van Dyne	"I always forget you didn't come from money," Janet remarks at Sue. "Not born into polite society, I mean." The observation is lodged without any rancor or prejudice; just an observation of fact. "I was brought up with money management and social conservancy classes from day one. When I was fourteen, daddy gave me a million dollars to start my own hedge fund. I didn't do great, but I didn't lose any money." Her seat pivots to face Sue and she grins at the blonde. "I think the real problem is that you guys broke into the Forbes club late in life," she says. "You spent all that time working and saving, and then the kids come along, and you had to be responsible and stuff. Meanwhile--" her hands flap, gesturing at herself. "I came up balancing work and play." "I mean, Bruce Wayne's a little older than me, but we ran in similar circles. Some of his parties were absolutely -legends-." Janet touches a tongue to her upper lip, barely holding back an impish grin. "Of course he's settled down a bit with his kids and stuff, but I still heard stories from some of my older friends who knew him in the day."
Susan Richards	Susan's eyebrows perk up, "Well now I'm thinking about borrowing a time machine to see _that_, because 'Bruce Wayne' and 'Stories to shock Janet van Dyne' do not sound like they go together! He's so responsible!" She laughs and shakes her head with an impish little grin, eyes narrowing, "And hey, I'm _quite_ happy with how I grew up and how we turned out. After all, it just means you and I contrast each other! Which is absolutely the foundation of a wonderful friendship." She snaps and points and arches an eyebrow, "After all, if I was _always_ having fun and letting loose, you wouldn't get the entertainment of coaxing me into it. No no, I live a quiet, studious life for _your_ benefit Janet. So you have a friend to drag out when she's been spending _too_ much time balancing budgets and looking after her family. Which reminds me, it's almost past time to pester Val or Franklin about something. Keep them on their toes."
Janet van Dyne	"Oh my god, you're such a compassionate person," Janet says in an unenthused monotone. "A life of service to your fellow women. I am so full of awe." "So it's not a life of boring domesticity, it's just to help other hot moms fulfill their deep-seated need to see you party your tits off." Janet bites her lower lip and throws up the horns with her left hand, slowly headbanging to music only she can hear. "Why not sic Franklin on finding Nadia?" she inquires of Sue. "I mean, I'm sure Valeria's already on it, but dare Franklin. Or tell him not to bother, you're sure Valeria can solve it faster than he can anyway," she suggests with a gleeful amusement.
Susan Richards	Susan snorts, sputters, but manages _not_ to spill that Four Loko down her blouse, though she does wind up desperately draining it instinctively only to slam a balled fist down onto the arm of her chair and let out noises not unlike a strangled cat, "You timed that! You wicked little... you... oh, you'll get _yours_ van Dyne! Next party? I'm going to BLOW YOUR MIND!!" She huffs and shakes her head, and then blinks, eyebrows perking up, "Hm... well, that's really not a bad idea. Maybe trying to find Nadia will keep Franklin distracted from... whatever it was that apparently had a demon attacking him a few weeks ago. Ben punched it though, as one does, so I imagine that's handled and Franklin could use something else to run into trouble with. Helping find Nadia should fit the bill!" She snickers softly and shakes her head, "And I really do need to take a more active interest in Valeria's goings on. I keep expecting to see an army of Doom bots marching out of her room and I'm not sure why. It's just a _feeling_."