THINKing about meds

May 05, 2015:

Nyx shows back up at THINK to get scanned by Susan and Hank.

THINK

THINK's lobby is more or less complete, though there's signs that it's not quite there yet. The whole thing has a sort of retro-futuristic flare, with a lot of chrome and subtle lighting, but also mid-century furnishings. Somehow it all works together without looking tacky or like something that belongs in Tomorrowland.

A young woman is seated behind the curved reception desk. She works the holographic display while simultaneously carrying on a conversation in Farsi. She looks more like the majordomo of an alien space station than a receptionist. There's no directory, but it's safe to bet that Howard Stark reserved the top floor for himself.

Characters

NPCs: Receptionist

Mentions:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

THINK's lobby is more or less complete, though there's signs that it's not quite there yet. The whole thing has a sort of retro-futuristic flare, with a lot of chrome and subtle lighting, but also mid-century furnishings. Somehow it all works together without looking tacky or like something that belongs in Tomorrowland.

A young woman is seated behind the curved reception desk. She works the holographic display while simultaneously carrying on a conversation in Farsi. She looks more like the majordomo of an alien space station than a receptionist. There's no directory, but it's safe to bet that Howard Stark reserved the top floor for himself.

Nyx finds herself coming back now that a good deal of the chaos from the Metropolis and Hydra mess has died down there. She looks around the lobby and then trudges over to the receptionist. "Hi. Nyx again to see the science-types about stuff." so descriptive. Then she squints "Are you like always here… you aren't a robot are you?"

The woman at the desk responds with a diplomatic smile. "I think you must have just happened to visit during my shifts, ma'am." She pauses for a moment during her manipulation of the holographic display in front of her. "What can I do for you today?"

Nyx gives this slooow teenager shrug. "I'm here to see the sciences.. I mean Ms Storm… or that Doctor guy… Pym?"

"Ah. Very well. Let me check the schedule," the receptionist responds, her fingers moving nimbly through the holographic interface. Her smile thins just slightly, but she recovers as she asks, "Are you sure the meeting was for today? I don't see you on the schedule for either. Wait" she adds, "I'll send a message to each laboratory to see if one of the scientists is available. Just a moment!"

Immediately, there's a notification on the monitor in Storm's and Pym's lab spaces with information about a potential meeting.

Sue has still been looking into things at THINK, which means she doesn't have a lab of her own here yet. Then again, with all the resources of the Baxter Building behind her, taking up resources here seems almost wasteful. But as it's relatively neutral ground, she's been trying to deal with Nyx's issues here. "It's Dr. Storm, as well, you know," she notes as she comes up behind Nyx with a rueful smile.

Nyx jumps a little bit there and pivots around startled and then blinks owlishly "Well um…. I…" she trails off and offers a sheepish smile "Sorry… I'm not very use to spending time with doctors." poor kid was poor after all.

As Sue Storm steps forward, the receptionist's eyes widen. "My goodness! Dr. Storm, I, ah, your … appointment? … is here." She forces the diplomatic smile back to her face, masking any embarrassment, and returns to manipulating the data streaming through her display.

Meanwhile, one of the elevators nearby opens, and Hank Pym comes rushing out, attempting to straighten up his lab coat and brushing his hair back. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—" he repeats quickly, his stride nearly launching him into Sue before he stops himself. "Whoa! Dr. Storm, I'm sorry! Didn't see you there." He coughs awkwardly and turns to the receptionist. "Someone called for me?" The receptionist nods toward Sue and Nyx. "Ah," Pym replies. "Thanks."

As Hank comes to a short stop, there's the slightest shimmer in the air between him and Sue - a force field that wasn't quite needed. "It's quite all right, Dr. Pym," Sue laughs softly, stepping aside to make more room. "And thank you," she adds to the receptionist before she looks back to Nyx. "No apologies necessary. I think we've actually got some appropriate testing equipment set up now."

Nyx leans a little and tries to see where that slight shimmer was. That was fascinating. She jerks back a bit and grins "Awesome…" she has no idea if Tony managed to peruse the stuff from Jarvis, but then Tony isn't here. Testing it is. "So upstairs where we unpacked?"

With his eyebrows raised, Pym lets out a quiet "Hm," tentatively feeling for the force field. "Fascinating…"

He shakes his head and turns to Nyx. "I know you're in good hands here. My colleague is one of the foremost minds in our field. Nonetheless," he adds, glancing to Sue, "I hope neither of you minds if I tag along to learn more about developments with this project?"

"I was actually going to ask if we could borrow your lab, Dr. Pym," Sue admits, letting the force field fade. "My things are really mostly back at the Baxter Building. This place is incredible, but I feel…Well, a little bit guilty taking up space here when I have the lab there." A smile curves as she looks between the pair. "And we can play with force fields when we're done."

Nyx looks between you both tilting her head "To the elevator-tron…. I figure it is superscience here right… like Willy Wonka?" sure she has been in it but she is in a good mood today and she leads the way.

:clasps his hands together and gestures back toward the elevator. "By all means. Let's get you signed in and we'll quickly be down in my new lab space." He flashes a quick glance to Sue. "I'm down in a sub-basement now. One little accident and everyone gets worried about some sort of insectoid Godzilla epidemic…"

Just a few minutes later!

Pym's laboratory space is clean and open, with much of the equipment in various states of unpacking. A few machines appear to be fully set up, but most require a bit more assembly to be fully functional.

"Given how many insects are prone to burrowing, I imagine they're just trying to make sure none of them go through anyone else's lab," Sue chuckles to Hank, stepping into the elevator. Once they're in the lab, she takes a few steps around to examine the space before she looks back to Nyx. "So. We were going to work on scanning for energy signatures, yes?"

Nyx wanders over to lean against a lab table, hopefully nothing dangerous and hightech are on it really.. liable to be absorbed if useful and in Hank's lab god help everyone. "I guess so.. Dr. Wilson at Starks did a bunch of scans and said I had a lot of replacement from the nanites and all.. and Jericho says I have a passanger that gets hostile when people try to hack the network… oh there is a tight network … his words.. around me."

When they arrive in the lab, Hank moves to finish assembly of a nearby device. "Energy signatures, energy signatures … I think I have something for that." He turns to rummage around in a large box.

When Nyx begins discussing the specifics of her case, he pauses and furrows his brow. "Uh … a hostile nanite passenger? That's not good," Pym says. "Take it from me—that's not good at all."

"Luckily, I'm not going to attempt to hack anything," Sue replies lightly. "I'd prefer to find out what, exactly, this passenger is made of, where it's coming from, and who or what could be controlling it. How would be a plus, but I'll start with those things, which is the goal of the scans."

The young woman nods to Sue "It only gets pissy at people who try to hack it as far as I can tell.. takes it as a threat… maybe like a .. uh.. black ice like that movie." great Nyx relates everything to movies. Science she is not. "Scans sound fine though…" she looks around "Do I need to stand on a pad or anything.. I don't recommend one of those MRI things"

"No need," Pym says with a grunt, hauling from his box something that looks like a massive gun that fires satellite dishes. "Just stand still for a few minutes and we can get a preliminary scan to help us determine what we need to do a more comprehensive examination on…" He flicks a switch and the device hums to life, glowing a soft yellow from a number of ports and vents.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 License