4153/The Doctor is: IN

The Doctor is: IN
Date of Scene:	26 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Beast, 1706

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Beast has posed:
It seems that things are not getting any better, or any less complicated, in the life of one Doctor Henry 'Hank' McCoy. Since the assassination of the the president a few months back everything seems to have gone on a downhill spiral for him both in his professional and his personal life. From the upswing in mutant-related hate crimes threatening to derail his lifetime's brokering peace between human and mutant kind to the walking away of his paramour whose powers, incidentally, had also been straining his own mutation's nature to the point where he isn't so sure he completely in control of his more bestial nature...

And everything in between, of course...

In between is what he is working on right now. Usually he would be downstairs in his 'proper' lab.. but that is on the 'secret' X-Men levels and out f bounds for non-members, one of which he is awaiting for a consultation. The Wellness room is well enough provided for in technology he can do MOST of his work here while he awaits them, linked to his lab proper by is datapad... A databad setting flat o the desk at which he stairs, hands in holding his head as he stares at incomprehensible results on some tests he had been running for Tony Stark slowly being deciphered...

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Having spent most of the day with Dazzler having a girl day of pedicures and manicures, Sandra is feeling refreshed and confident! Her hair has been trimmed a bit as well, with a tiny bit of makeup on to accent her face. Just a hint of lipgloss and a bit of concealer. Dressed in a button down flannel shirt and a pair of relaxed jeans, she takes in a deep breath and raps her knuckles on the door from the outside before nudging it open. "Good evening!" She calls in with her typical upbeat tone of energy. "Is Dr Mc.Coy in the house?" Tucking some brown hair behind her ear, she heads in on her sneakered feet, giving a look around with wide eyes which reveal an impressed face.

Beast has posed:
Hank doesn't answer, not right away, he just stares at the data the pad that slowly but surely gets reorganized from entirely cryptic to just slightly less than arcane (in a scientific sense)..Until the new voice impinges on his concentration and he turns around in the high backed leather chair. The Blue furred mutant picks up his spectacled and perches them on the bridge of his leonine snout. "Yes..." he anwers, his voice rough and gravelly, then clears his throat. "Yes," he repeats, now his voice resuming more of it's inhumanly resonant baritone. "I am in.. You must be Miss Millings. Please, enter." he says as he slowly stands and runs his claws through his slightly disheveled mane.

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Giving a smile as she heads over to him, Sandra looks upwards at the larger, furrier man. She extends her hand to him. "Sandra, or Sandy. Just call me Sandy. All of my friends do. I am a huge fan of yours, Dr. McCoy. I read a lot of your work when I went to college for biology and chemistry. I'm now studying for my PHD now as well and I am hoping I get to use some of your work to defend my thesis. Wow. You are .. a lot taller than you are in pictures." Her eyes widen a bit as her smile grows along her face. "How are you doing tonight? I hope I am not interrupting anything too important."

Beast has posed:
Hank Raises a furry brow as she admits to a bit of fandom.. Not that it /isn't/ uncommon in a few circles, of course. Hank is pretty well known in the superhuman world for his work in biological and technological fields... But It's less common outside of the super-community.

He takes her hand in his large paw, his claws sheathed (of course), and nods solemnly. "Sandra, then." he says with some formality as he shakes her hand. "I am heartened that i could provide some inspiration for a student of the biological sciences." he tells her and politely ignores (with /some/ amusement) the comment about his height and gently releases her hand.

"And no, you are not interrupting anything of import. In fact, I set aside this block for this appointment." he motions to the examination table. "So please, have a seat and you can tell me how I may be of assistance. Mister Summers indicated you required some medical issues you have and how your mutation hinders treatment?"

Sandra (1706) has posed:
"Ah. Yes. Well .. I am a surgeon's nurse at the local General Hospital in the city. I travel all the way out from Long Island. So, long days for me!" Sandra says as she takes a seat, swiveling it around to face him, still wearing that confident and warm smile upon her face. "Well, you see, I am a mutant .. and I am super strong and sorta invincible? I'm not exactly sure how to test my abilities, but ... I had a friend forge paperwork for me to show that I was up to date on my immunizations and bloodwork. Ah, on account that needles can't pierce my skin. Alex mentioned that you were able to give shots to Rogue and that you could do it for me as well, so that I'm at least up to compliance and I'm not feeling terribly guilty of lying on my paperwork and scamming the profession that I dearly love." She rubs the back of her neck for a moment. "See what I mean?"

Beast has posed:
Hank pulls his seat over, sitting across from the effervescent nurse, and sits himself down. "Yes, i can see how it would be a long day.. We are not exactly on your usual transit route." he admits with a faint smile. The seat she sits in makes a whirring sound as it slowly leans back and a ring on the ceiling lowers itself until it is only a few feet above her... "And your integrity towards your chosen profession is commendable. I know how difficult it can be, balancing honesty with subterfuge when mutation is involved. Many of our kind suffer from similar problems."

The circular track of LED like lights begins to slowly blink on in off in random patterns, bathing her in different spectrums of (harmless) wavelengths as she is scanned. "Sadly, not all inoculations can be taken orally, as of yet. Though you do realize that some of them can be inhaled, yes?" he asks. He picks up his datapad and wipes the screen, bringing up the scanner's interface. "But of course that does not solve ALL the problems. And yes, I have treated Miss Rogue on multiple occasions. As well as others. The problem is, no two forms of enhanced durability are alike, so there is not a one-size-fits-all solution short of finding some way to supress one's mutation. That said..." he looks up from his screen. "After this scan, I can tell you a bit more about /potential/ levels of your durability. Sadly, there is no way to be sure in a real world sense without actual /physicall/ testing, which always is somewhat problematic. How do you test super durability without potentially endangering your patient? Most people with your kind of abilityt end to discover themsslves by accident.. literally. Like in car crashes.. or getting shot at.. Or having a building fall on them. Beyond that.. It's trial and error."

Sandra (1706) has posed:
"Ah. Yes.. well.. " Sandy says as she bites her lip. "I know I'm strong enough to flip a car over, and .. I'm ... strong enough to survive a gunshot wound. I can't cut myself with a knife. Besides that, I haven't done much trial and error. I try to keep myself on the down low. Especially in my profession. Not even my family knows." She closes her eyes at the flashing lights above her, taking in a deep breath to relax herself. "I remember reading that your mutation happened after a science experiment that went rogue. I am sure that must have been quite a shock for you. I have not been brave enough to play with my DNA on any level. Genetics is not my forte .. yet at least!" As she listens to him, she lets out a happy sigh. She seems to be living the dream right now.

Beast has posed:
Hank bites his lower lip as she mentions his secondary mutation.. or at least it's supposed cause. She has it about right.. It's not unknown that his change to a blue furry Feline Sapien came unnaturally during an incident during university, but she only knows what everyone else has been know, not the particulars.. Which he doesn't correct or add to. Instead.. "Well I would advise /against/ self testing how durable you are, Sandra. In fact, I would advise against any form of self experimentation." Because, you know, look at /him/, right.

He looks back down at his data, tapping the screen. "And genetics is a wonderful field, but don't deny yourself the possibility of General practice either. We need more mutants in the /standard/ medical fields even more then the hoighty-toighty advanced ones. We need more mutant /doctors/. I play both fields but it is hard sometimes.

Sandra (1706) has posed:
"Oh. Um... Yes. Of course. No self-experimentation." Sandra bites her bottom lip as well as she glances away from him. ".. Just don't ask me how I know I can bounce bullets off my head then." She is heard mumbling for a moment. Shifting upwards in the chair, she gives him a nervous smile before she reaches out to take his large paw in her strong hand, giving it a squeeze. "But, hey, if it means /anything/ at all, I think you're incredibly handsome." She tips a wink to him in a friendly manner. "I wanted to become a Doctor for a very long time, and I probably would have even if I didn't become a mutant. I love helping people." She lets go of his paw after a moment, then asks, "Do you need assistance here? I could drop by part time and help out if you need someone for research, or to stitch somebody to together. I am really enjoying the friendships I am making here and Alex and Allison both hinted I could probably help out here more, and maybe work with you."

Beast has posed:
Hank does NOT look up from his datapad. "I would hope that you discovered how invulnerable your head is by the expedient, if unfortunate, accident of being shot at by /someone/ else..." he notes rather dryly as he scans the very dense data readings he gets from his custom sensors... And he suddenly tenses as she squeezes his paw and.. compliments him.

Really tenses.. like his shoulders tense up and the back of his mane seems to rise ever so slightly... If she could see his face (which hopefully she can't, with him truned SLIGHTLY away from her) she may even see his teeth bared.. But it lasts for only a moment and he schools his reaction before turning to face her, offering a smile (if forced). "I thank you for the compliment." he states, sincerely if, again, slightly forced. An odd reaction, perhaps. Like he is being standoffish.

After she releases his paw he takes a breath, seeming to relax. "This is an infirmary dedicated to the health concerns of a school full of Mutants and other assorted metahumans. Each with their own unique concerns and no end of minor, and sometimes major, medical mishaps. We can /always/ use extra help. More so since I cannot always be available, because of classes and other commitments /beyond/ the school.. Which will be happening with greater frequency for the foreseable future."

Sandra (1706) has posed:
".. I .. tried to kill myself actually, after a really painful bullying incident in College when I was a freshman. I knew I was super strong, and already dealing with the whole .. woe is me I'm a mutant issue as a young girl.. and.. the fact that I'm fat.." Sandy says as she clears her throat. "And, one day I tried to take a coward's way out. I snuck my dad's gun out of the closet, put it to my head and I pulled the trigger. Knocked myself out, but no hole in my head. It was probably the worst day in my life." Her shoulders lift upwards. "But that's so long ago and that day also opened my eyes and made me realize that if a gun can't kill me, then I shouldn't let words or social media or jerks at school try and kill me either." She notices him tense up, her head craning a bit curiously and concerned. "Hey." She says in a softer voice. "I really do mean it. I'm not being witty or sarcastic. Not at all." She seems a bit wounded by the reaction, as if afraid he took it as an insult. As the topic moves on, she gives a nod of her head. "If you will have me then, I'd love to be apart of this staff and to help out. Do you want me to send you my resume and certifications?"

Beast has posed:
Hank becomes very quiet for a moment as she confesses... a confession that makes him slowly balls his paws up at his side. "I.. see." he says, taking a few deep breaths now... then turns to face her, directly, his face at once full of sympathy and anger. "That we live in a world which berates us for not fitting the human 'norm', to the point that we feel dispondent enough to contemplate or even act on taking our own lives is a terrible thing. Coupled with the additional difficulties of being truly abnormal, being a mutant, in a human world just adds to the terribleness. And that at one time you were so overcome as to attempt taking your life...." he shakes his head. "I can honestly say I.. understand. Approve of, no.. Understand, yes. I don't think less of you, Miss Sandra, for what happened. The pressure we can feel for not fitting into the worlds 'image' can be heartbreakingly oppresive. You would not be the first person, human or mutant to have succumbed. Thankfully your ability showed you the error of your way. But never.. EVER... try again." he says, almost angrily. "We lose enough people, human and mutant to these pressures We do not need to lose any more."

He then leans back in his chair, removing his glasses and massaging the bridge of his snout. "And I know you are not being sarcastic, Miss Sandra. I just... It is something you need not concern yourself with." he says, deflecting as much as he can about his comfortableness with himself which in some ways is not unlike what she once felt. Though for much different reasons.

Putting his glasses back on, he straightens up. "And Yes, I would like it if you sent me your resume. We /could/ use more hands here.. and you would of course be available t stand in any of the adult-level classes we offer." he tells her. "From the data I have recorded, I should be able to set up methods for procedurally inoculating you to acceptable health standards. At a glance, I believe a method developed by one of my ex-students should be viable."

Sandra (1706) has posed:
"I don't plan on doing it ever again. It was a day that I was at my lowest of lows. I don't want to get into too much detail, but let's just say I was set up for a cruel joke by a lot of mean people. I was young and stupid and naive." Sandra says as she gives him an encouraging smile, to show that she's 'good' as of now. Sliding her phone out of her pocket, she taps along it a few times, then says, "Resume sent. Should have it in your email and as an attachment. Also my school records and research projects I have worked on. I have a file on my cloud just in case it ever comes up and anyone is curious." She rubs the back of her neck for a moment in thought. "For now, I can come over every Tuesday and help out, and every other Sunday. I work six days a week with the overtime. Got to get as much clinic hours as I can in."

Beast has posed:
Hank 's datapad beeps as her resume is received, automatically analyzed and confirmed by his custom software which only a handful of other genius's on the planet (and perhaps beyond) could equal. He returns her smile with a better one than the one he forced a few moments earlier and nods. "We are all stuipd and young at least once." he says, half humorously and half.. sad... Still smiling though. See!!!

"I will definately chek out your work, if your like. As for your clinical work, we /are/ accredited. Any hours you put in here /will/ account towards your hours."

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Sliding out of the chair, Sandra smiles as she lays a hand against his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Strong of mind, weak of heart. The life of a genius, right?" She says as her grin widens even more upon her face, warm and optimistic. "And that sounds awesome, about the clinical hours! Lucky me. Maybe that can give me an extra day off and I can spend it here instead." She shifts her stance a bit back and forth in thought, then says, "Hey, tomorrow night. How about we get coffee and dinner?" She asks, her brows ticking upwards. "I know of a great steakhouse that is mutant friendly in Brooklyn and I have been /dying/ for a good steak lately and I'd love to treat myself with a new friend."

Beast has posed:
Hank doesn't tense up, at least not as much this time, as she touches his shoulder. See, he /can/ controlled he own reactions! He stands at the same time she does. "All work and no play makes a dull girl.." he says in regards to her having a day off.

HE then raises a brow at the offer for a meal.. and suddenly shifts a bit uncomfortably. He looks like he is suddenly.. wary.. And perhaps even about to say no. "I am afraid I cannot." he tells her... but then adds.. "I have a meeting with a private patient regarding some ongoing treatment but.. Another time?" he asks.

Sandra (1706) has posed:
"Sure, how about tonight?" Sandra says with a grin to him, still radiating that all too powerful optimism and happy energy about her. "I was going to head home and eat leftover Chinese, but I /really/ don't want left over sweet and sour and seeing how you blocked this time off to get to know me, we could take advantage of it!" Then, she adds on. "If not tonight, I can do..." She trails off, glancing down at her phone as she scrolls through her calendar. "Oh, I can also do .. Saturday for a change. Wow. I forgot I made that swap with Rebecca. I never have a Saturday off." She peeks up from her phone. ".. Saturday?"

Beast has posed:
Hank chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "Sadly, This consultation with my patient requires my endevours in my laboratory tonight so I have options to present to them when we meet. So.. if I am availble.. I guess saturday would be the earliest available time.." he says, trying to more affable. before he can say more his tablet beeps and he he raises a brow.

"Hold on for a moment..." he says as he swipes open the screen he had been looking at when she first arrived... And his face becomes drawn when he sees what he, well, sees. "No.. that isn't... It can't be..." he whispers, looking ill. Quickly he looks up. "I apologize, Miss Sandra... I.. I need to check on something. Call me.." he says as he turns and lopes off quickly.. almost in a panic...