8064/Sentinels: Hank's Magnificent Sno Cone Stand

Sentinels: Hank's Magnificent Sno Cone Stand
Date of Scene:	26 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Jessica gives Sebastion's data to Dr. Pym.
Cast of Characters:	Ant-Man (Pym), Spider-Woman (Drew)
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
The mobile lab in the back yard is fancy enough to be surprising. A 'mobile lab' usually brings up thoughts of a quick shed thrown together, or perhaps one on wheels, or even a mobile home style.

This is actually a full building, that took over the entire south lawn, with reinforced metal flooring, as if it were constructed on the spot. The thing is very high tech looking, and while it does have a mass of cables that run to the mansion, it seems to be primarily a standalone structure. The doors are marked with a variety of danger symbols and warnings, and there appear to be no windows. It is just one story, but the ceiling is high, and the front has a handful of stairs, due to the thick base the lab rests on. It looks something like a building something like SHIELD would set up in a facility. 'Mobile' just isn't really the word for what it looks like. It's a PYM version of mobile.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica moves quickly through the mansion. There's not a moment to lose, and Tony has pointed her in the direction of Hank Pym with the data she collected from Sebastion. This mobile lab, she expects, is more like a Sno Cone stand. But when Jess exits the mansion, she nearly trips. She finds her footing and stands there looking at a large, definitely not mobile lab, where before there was only a dickbush.

Jess approaches the door, and heeds a number of signs. "I never heard of any of these flavors," Jess mutters, as she lifts a hand to knock on the door. "Dr. Pym? It's Jessica, I need to talk to you please?"

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
A camera on the exterior of the lab's front moves just a hair: the little recessed black eye at the door tracked Jessica's approach. After a moment, the lab door makes some clunking noises as it very clearly unlocks, granting access.

From inside, as she opens the door, comes a direct order from the scientist. "Jessica Drew," he declares, as if he were announcing a student that arrived late to his class. "Stay by the door." It sounds more like a safety precaution than an actual demand, but it's sort of both.

The inside of the mobile lab is a trove of tech insanity, but it isn't strewn everywhere: No, there are rolling racks of things, and just about everything is in an exact place and order. This is a lab for somebody with OCD. It's clean and immaculate, aside from the current project area, which is clearly under use, and some heavy looking machines, bigger than cement mixers, that are humming and grinding away on her immediate right. There are a few rolling chairs, and some long tables with various hookups on ceiling and recessed in the tables for test work, but furniture isn't really the feature of this place; this is a work area, and is mostly composed of computers. The air is cold, from the systems blasting cool air on the server hub zone in the back left.

Hank still looks very ill, and moves his legs to pull his roller-chair to where he can see her. He snares something off of a table, and pitches it at her. Not well: he's not in good shape, so she may have to bend a little to grab it. It looks like a plastic bottle with a toggle top, like you'd put shampoo in. It has 'Jessica' written in careful capital letters in sharpie on it.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Wha-?" A startled Jessica fumbles for the bottle, but catches it pretty easily. She looks up at Hank and tilts her head. "What...what am I doing with this?" She looks back down at the bottle, noting that if he asks her for a specimen, she is NOT gonna do it. Even if he begs. "I have stuff for you, Dr. Pym. Did Tony give it to you already? Or did you need the original thumb drive?"

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
"/You/," Pym declares firmly, "Are not going to bring your pheromones in here. Either you're going to step out and put that blocker on your exposed skin, or you're going to get to wait outside, and can chat through the camera system."

He gives her an important look, and then starts to swivel his chair back towards the table he was working at. "The others may not have read your file or care about the pheromones, but that sort of thing won't fly with me."

Yes, he entirely ignored her questions. At first. "I wasn't given anything."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"FINE..." Jessica sighs, but sets down the thumb drive on the table that is between them. "There is the most current data on Sebastion, including missing or damaged parts. I have an address for him. You're welcome."

Jessica steps out with the bottle and stands directly in front of the camera's eye, making a big production of putting on the blocker. It's like a shower, without water. All the while, she makes "eye contact" with Dr. Pym. "Are you watching?" she calls out. "I'm doin' the thing!"

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
Jessica's statements, along with the 'you're welcome', don't even get him to look up from his work. He gestures at her with the back of one hand in a 'shoo shoo' motion. Go put your lotion on, it says, stop wasting his time.

There's no response to her yelling at him through the camera. There was a sound of the door locking. She'll be staying out there until she's done enough lotion to suit him.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
By the time Jessica feels she's done enough with the lotion, she has managed to get it on her clothes along with every square inch of exposed skin. "Is that enough? Or do I get the hose again?" Jessica asks, leaning in toward the camera lens to appear to be peeking in on Hank. "This is repression, Dr. Pym...I'll only stand for this for another hour or so...."

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
The door clicks, unlocking. Perhaps the amounts she administered at least appear to be enough to grant her access just this once.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica slips in, setting her bottle on the table. "Nobody ever even notices my pheromones," Jessica protests. She reaches over and nudges the thumb drive an inch or two closer to Hank. "Do you want this stuff? I thought it might be helpful."

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
"No context?" Dr. Pym asks about the thumb drive. He doesn't get up, but he does slide his chair over, to pick up the device. It makes it feel, perhaps, that he's not being polite, but she may catch that he's more just tired physically: he's skinny and weak, and shouldn't be out of medical: so a rolling chair is the least he can do. "Nobody notices and tells you about it, I think," he observes dryly. "You can keep that, unless you're not planning on visiting again another day," Hank describes of the bottle with a gesture to it.

The thumb drive, meanwhile, is being plugged into one of his systems, and he's looking at it with a grumpiness of someone that's being interrupted from important work. "Oh, sentinel parts list. Where'd this come from?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"It a me from Sebastion," Jessica replies. "He contacted me and requested a meeting, without those whom he fears among the Avengers. He needs those parts to replace missing or damaged parts of himself. He took heavy fire while trying to control and steer some sentinels away from civilians. He added the data dump at my request. I'm to see if he can be helped." Jessica frowns as she watches Dr. Pym work. "He's dying, Dr. Pym. But he doesn't want to before he can teach us to control the sentinels. But he wants to live. Like any of us do. If he can be salvaged."

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
"Yeah, a lot of this is for weapons. So I'm not really buying the peacekeeper angle," Dr. Pym comments, scrolling through it as if he were reviewing her essay, and her grade isn't looking good. He pauses, though, and lingers over something on the list. He doesn't explain, he just moves to different files, some diagnostics that Sebastion provided as well. He flips through them, expression difficult to read, since he's focused, and mostly ignoring her for the moment.

Finally, he sits back in his chair, and taps a few fingers to his chin and ear, thoughtful. "This was for me. Did you mention me?" he asks.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"I mentioned Dr. Pym. He was never going to give it to me for anyone else. He knows that Steve and I couldn't comprehend it, and he would never give it to Tony." Jessica furrows her brow. "What's wrong? What was that look a moment ago?"

Ant-Man (Pym) has posed:
"And yet you already gave it to Tony?" Hank asks, in a judging tone, harsh. He's sharp in several ways. He then smirks a little. This is Hank's humor type, often; people usually need some time to get used to him. He doesn't bother to say that it's actually fine, he lets his wry smirk carry that he wasn't actually irritated or suggesting she betrayed her Sentinel friend.

"My 'look' as you call it, was noticing his list doesn't match the diagnostics entirely. I'm deciding what it means. I'll need a little time. I don't like others hovering while I focus." Dr. Pym continues to work on his console. Much like the last time, it's a way of dismissing others, to come back later.

"I'll contact you."