9001/Hank heals from another gunshot

Hank heals from another gunshot
Date of Scene:	29 August 2019
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Hank is healing. Jubilee wants revenge. And Twinkies were had by all.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Jubilee

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Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is lying in a bed, after having been taken there from Bushwick thanks to the quick work of Jubilee. Diagnosis would have shown he had blunt force trauma in the chest and abdomen, but his natural regeneration was running its course. The man just needed rest. So at the moment, he's waking up to a box of twinkies, a jug of juice, and the X Men medical lab. But this time as patient, not as doctor. "Ugh."

Jubilee has posed:
"Mornin' Sunshine!" Jubilee has been sitting in a chair next to the bed, and she's...crocheting /something/. "I got ya some chocolate Twinkies with strawberry filling if you want those, too. But I know how ya are about those plain originals. Raw OR fried." She nods. "How ya feelin', Handsome?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy sits up just a bit, grabbing a twinkie, and smiling a little at Jubilee. "Hey..." he grunts, stretching out a bit. "Thank you. I am a bit hungry. How do I feel? Hungry, tired, and sore. I imagine if not for my mutation, I'd have been needing surgery after that. WE'll have to send twinkies to Luthor. He sold me that vest personally."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee nods, and shrugs. "I'm glad ya had it then, always great to have some sort of backup protection." Jubilee looks concerned, and she's put her project aside. "So that was the ahole who keeps giving you hell, huh? I have a mind to find that nifty little car of his and melt it. With him /in/ it." She crosses her arms. And her legs, bouncing one foot in the air agitatedly.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grunts and pulls himself to set up fully. Hand running over his bandaged chest, looking down at himself. "Thank goodness my mutation cure didn't work eh?" He chuckles. "Yeah, Hammerhead is going to be a pain. WE shouldn't... well we shouldn't try to kill him. An eye for an eye will leave the whole world blind. But we can defend ourselves, and send him a message. Should we... find one of this businesses and shut it down? Also, what are you making there?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee shrugs. "I dunno, but it started out bein' a plant pot cozy, and then it got too big for that, so it was gonna be a little tote bag, and now I think it's gonna end up bein' a mermaid blanket, y'know? One of those with the fins that makes you look like a mermaid if you put seashells over your--Wait, is it really an eye for an eye if I just melt his car? I can't help it if he sleeps in his car due to faulty financial planning on his part..." She shrugs. "That's a really UGLY car."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy winks. "It's an eye for an eye if you melt his car with him IN it, Jub." Then wincing after a chuckle, and nibbling on a Twinkie butt. "You want to research his businesses a bit? He might be working in diamonds."

Jubilee has posed:
"Oooh diamonds. The one gem I've never owned. All elusive, and exclusive and stuff. Bet I could run fast in a pair of diamonds." She looks at Hank blankly. "I mean, it works, cause every time I ever got new shoes as a kid, someone had to ask how fast I could run in 'em....But they stopped askin'." She frowns slightly. "What kinda investigation you need done?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy does a very poor Paul Simon impersonation. "People say she's crazy she's got diamonds in the soles of her shoes. That's one way to lose these walking blues. Diamonds in the soles of her shoes." Then laughing agian, and holding his side again. "Ah. Find a storefront he runs. A business. We shut it down permanently."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee brightens. "I can do that. Permanent is my favourite kind of shutting it down! Or is that burning it down...Hm. Either way, I'm all over it. I'll track it down, shut it down, put him outta business. Does that mean he goes away?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles. "Well, I'd rather not burn it down, Jub, for the simple reason tthat people probably live above it, as happens with most businesses in the city like that. We have a responsibility to Bushwick. We want to uplift the people there, not turn it into a warzone. And I don't htink he'll go away. I think he'll double down and come even harder after us. But the harder he fights, the more he'll have to expose himself. So far he's only sent disposable goons."

Jubilee has posed:
"Except yesterday," Jubilee replies sourly. "I hope those bats ate his tires. I wish I could've gotten off a shot at that car of his. Thinks he's all 10 feet tall and bulletproof. But he isn't plasmaproof." Jubilee is tearing into one of the chocolate strawberry Twinkies, and she takes a bite of it. "Fine," she relents, with a mouthful of cream filling. "I won't burn it down, if people are like living there and stuff."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy blinks and quirks. "Wait. Bats. Am I loopy? Bats ate his tires? The guy with the walkman, or the car? I'm pretty fuzzy on that."

Jubilee has posed:
"I dunno, it was like there were these two weird chick-type....well at least one of em was a chick. I suspect the other one was, too. She was wearing cat ears. Who knows. But the other one was a chick. She looked lost, but she sent bats after you and the guy faking a head injury. Then Hammerbrain tooled up in his car and shot ya. The bats went after his car. I didn't see what happened after that. I was just making sure 911 got there, and fast." Jubilee shrugs. "I didn't know you had a vest on."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy nods and shakes his head. "Now that's an odd mutation. So you actually saw him in person. Interesting. That could be useful if you can quite literally identify him in a lineup." He then pauses. "I thought I told you I got fitted at Lexcorp... oh sorry Jub. I guess it slipped my mind."

Jubilee has posed:
Another shrug. "It's all right. I'm glad ya did. Mighta saved your life, y'know? I'm just glad you're okay. Dunno what I woulda done if you hadn't been wearing it."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles. "It might have. I took three slugs from a tommy gun. That's no small thing. I might have taken more than a weekend to recover, if not for Lexcorp. Maybe I should do an endorsement deal with them..."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee furrows her brow and crinkle her nose. "About that.. who the hell uses a Tommy Gun anymore, anyway? Is this guy bonkers? Lost all his marbles? Seriously. Someone needs to knock him down a few pegs. Maybe we should be arming ourselves with musket rifles and bayonets"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy laughs. "Oh my stars and garters, Jubilee. You're very loyal and protective. But no, we should prefer non-lethal means, even when they try to kill me. And they're going togun for you next, I'm sure."

Jubilee has posed:
"Oh trust me, if I had a musket with a bayonet, it would definitely be nonlethal, unless I blew myself up trying to load it. And nobody would get close enough for me to shank 'em with it, because people have the urge to killify me. It's a flaw."

It /is/ a flaw. It's on her sheet.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles. "Well, it's a flaw, but that's why wer'e in this together. To help each other be our best. Now... I'd btter rest a bit. Thank you for keeping me company down here."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee nods and rises, taking her crochet project with her. "You get to feelin' better, Handsome. I need ya. So if you need anything at all, just call." She gives him a kiss on the forehead, and retreats from the room, leaving him alone with Twinkies she never knew, but will surely never see again.