10633/Do you sleep

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Do you sleep
Date of Scene: 04 January 2020
Location: Hank's Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Hank and Logan have a late night talk over blood and twinkies
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Beast




Wolverine has posed:
It was late. A lot of people were in bed, or soon would be. But Logan was different in that, as in all things. He was still awake and alert. You get that way when you've got about a dozen bullet holes in your outfit, several stab wounds, slashes, really, that nice yellow and blue uniform had been beat to all hell. Plenty of red smears on it, some of it Logan's, some of it not.

He was smoking a cigar as he popped into Hank's lab. It was a no smoking room, and Hank gave him 'the look', Logan looked around, not seeing an ashtray or anything, so he put it out against the uniform. Not like it was going to be salvageable.

He immediately headed over to a door that contained Logan's uniforms. They were specially made, far more durable than what the rest of the team usually wore. Logan needed it. But despite all the precautions, he still seemed to go through them like they were plastic. As he changed, in front of Hank, not being bashful in the slightest, he asked, "what'cha working on, Hank?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is seated at his desk, finishing some work. Stirring coffee with a twinkie, he bites it, then leans forward to touch a holographic display, causing a fan to start up, pulling any lingering smoke Logan dragged in. "Think of this room as like a hospital, please," he sigh. "I know you can't get cancer, or if you did you'd cure yourself the same day. But it still pains me to see you smoke. I'm seeing if I can find any way to improve the emergency nullifiers we give some of the kids still learning their powers. Make them less awkward to wear."

Wolverine has posed:
"Oh, right," Logan said. He had very little experience in hospitals. Generally it involved him carrying someone into the emergency room and having to sit helplessly in the emergency room waiting area while someone was tended to by people who would fight to save his friend.

He pulled over the shirt, finishing the look. His mask had surprisingly been the only part of the uniform that hadn't endured damage. That and his left glove, though it'd need a wash, which he did in a nearby sink. Hank would probably cry foul over that too, but Logan was just trying to save a little bit of money by keeping the glove.

"Hank, everything's bad for you. Smoking, alcohol, chocolate, bread, cholesterol, or the bad kind, not the good kind. There's probably a study out there saying water's bad for you too." He shook his head. Things used to be so much simpler. "Hmm, that's good. Gotta make it easy on 'em to wear it, then they'll be less reluctant."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy doesn't complain about washing. Washing happens in sinks. He finishes his coffee, as he turns back to his work, letting Logan change and clean. "And yeah, it's embarrassing enough that they have to wear it. IF it's huge, as it now is, that's hard on them. But it's tough. It has to be refined to only nullify the wearer, and not everyone else. And you're right. For most of us, well, I'm halfway between you and everyone else on this, keeping in peak condition takes work."

Wolverine has posed:
Taking an interest, Logan asked, "how come those things are selective. They can nullify my healing, or Colossus's ability to go steel, but Kurt doesn't suddenly lose his tail, or grow extra fingers?" He'd had some experience with nullifiers, and by a rule, kind of hated them. But there were times that it was useful.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy snickers. "And I don't stop being blue. I don't know. Nobody knows. IF we knew, we could probably create mutations at will, and control what they were. It'd be... frankly it'd be a disaster. But we could also cure them, for those who want the cure. Which would be a miracle for them."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan gave Hank a look. The way he heard it, Hank being blue and fuzzy had nothing to do with being a mutant, and everything to do with being a mad scientist. Then again, the metal that coated Logan's bones had nothing to do with him being a mutant. So who was he to talk? Even if the metal was most definitely not something he had wanted. For the most part, it had worked out, but man was it painful.

Logan took a seat on a stool, thinking about what Hank had said. "Cure. Right. Being a mutant ain't a disease. It's a gift. But where do ya draw the line. People try to 'fix' a cleft lip or separate conjoined twins. Where do ya draw the line? When do you stop playing God?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gestures. "Well, for you it's a gift. For me... it was a gift and now it's a mixed bag. Fortunately I'm in a position in my life where, having a secondary mutation of... this... isn't holding me back. But think about what it was like for Kurt growing up. And there' worse than that. But you're right. It's dangerous. But fortunately, for your thought, we don't know enough about the X Gene to have that level of control."

Wolverine has posed:
It was and remains a mixed bag for Logan. Though he doesn't exactly remember it, he killed his own father, in name if not perhaps in biology. His gift has brought Logan several lifetimes worth of pain. And worst of all, he may never die. For all he knows, it's his destiny to walk the Earth, losing people he cares about, one by one. Could he even commit suicide? What can't his healing factor repair? And what if he tries, and fails, but ends up some kind of a cripple? "Right..." he finally says, "well, keep looking. If there's anybody I trust to play God, it's you." Then he looked at the twinkie being used as a stir stick, "just promise me, if you ever make Soylent Green, it won't be made out of Twinkies, okay?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy laughs. "Well when I tried I turned blue. So maybe your trust is misplaced. Have some coffee. And no, I'm not making soylent twinkies. You don't mess with the recipe. Anyway, I'd better sleep.... do you sleep?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah, but blue suits you. It certainly never hurt Kurt with the ladies." Logan smirked, remembering that time that someone was foolish enough to draw a dirty joke about Kurt on a toilet stall. Sadly, he seemed to forget how many telepaths there were at the school. "Night Hank, sleep well. And yeah, I sleep. I'm pretty sure I slept back in August." Logan did sleep, but he needed fewer hours than most. And if he wanted to, he could stay alert and in fighting condition for far longer than any normal person. It was part of the reason he was able to pull double, triple, and quadruple duty with the various teams he helped out on a regular basis.