Owner	Pose
Tatum O'Neal	It's been a very full day. Tate met some friendly, familiar faces and made some new ones. She got to finally get a hug, albeit not from the source she was wanting. She hasn't seen Hank all day and if she knows Hank, he is down in his lab, having forgotten to eat because he's doing the science. She goes into the kitchen and makes him a plate of food; small, finger foods that can be left to sit for hours without going bad. She also makes him a cup of tea. She heads down to the lab and slips in, smiing when she sees that Hank is indeed lost in his work. Typical. She puts the food down beside him and then leans on the counter, waiting to see how long it takes before he notices she`s there.
Henry McCoy	Yah, for someone who can multitask with so much ease, Hank can equally focus himself deeply into a problem.. So deeply that he almost shuts out the rest of the world. It's amazing he hasn't died of starvation over the years. Multiple screens are alit around him, each scrolling with waterfalls of data and symbols so complex thay border on the arcane. Some seem to be waveform readigns, others related to genomics (possibly related from the small bit of blood he drew earlier. Some part of him must know, thought, that somebdy is here because he unconciously reaches over and grabs the mug of tea and takes a sip.. Then does a small spit take and quickly surfaces from his scientific fugue. "What in the name of James Clark maxwell...?" he exclaims... Seems in THIS reality, he's not a tea drinker...
Tatum O'Neal	Tate just watches him at his work. She doesn't say anything, she just watches. She knows all these computer screens say something to the good Doctor, but they are all greek to her. Actually, for all she knows, some of them may actually be Greek. Back home, she might try to pull him out of his reverie by giving his shoulders a rub, but here, she respects that he's not *her* Hank. He is, no matter what he may look like to the contrary, a completely different person. The reaction to the tea makes that point even more evidently clear. "I.... I just know if I give you coffee this time of night that you won't sleep until you pass out from exhaustion. Sorry."
Henry McCoy	Beast sets down the tea and slowly turns on his stool. He isn't actally SITTING on the stool, though, instead perched up on it like a cat, or chimp, or whatever. He is stll making faces, the taste of the tea /horrid/ to him... But then he looks at Tatum and sighs. He realizes she is trying to be helpful.. friendly.. and is in over her head being tossed across he dimensional 'brane. So he smiles apologetically and nods. "It is fine, Tatum." he assures her, though shifts a bit uncomfortably as he again realizes that while he may not know her, she does know some things about him. Like how he stays up a lot because of work and his caffiene addicton. "Though next time you coud brine me a diet caffiene tea coke or, haven forbid, a glass of water" he says with a little amusement. His eyes then go to the screens. "So.. i guess you are wondering what I have found?"
Tatum O'Neal	Tatum looks at Hank perched on the stool and has to cover her smile. She nods at the drinks that are acceptable to this Hank. "Gotcha. Teeth rotting carbonation. Does this mean you aren't going to nag me about my sugar habit anymore?" Sweet! Cause that was always annoying as hell! She closes the distance and looks at the screen, making sure not to touch Beast. This one doesn't seem to like being without fur, so she tries to respect that, as weird as it may be to her. "So, we sending me home in time to get some nookie tonight? Or should I be buying myself something from Adam&Eve Online?"
Henry McCoy	He's probably not as diferent from her Hank as she thinks. It's not that he prefer's the fur.. It's that it is what he /knows/. He's been this way for ten years and he has come to acept it, as painful as being a outcast can be when you can't HIDE the fact you're an outcast. WHich is why he embraced his furry form, acting fun-loving and carefree when he's not seriously cracking the world of science into peices.. But it really is an act.. Really. And right now he is a bit more serious. "Far be it for me to tell someone how to eat or what to drink.. Unless it's oe of my students. When they come of age then can do whatever they want to theirbody's through gastronomic experimentation but until then, it's the Food pyramid for them." he says with a chuckle, then sobers and looks to the screens again. "So.. I've verified it. You are from another World.. Timeline.. how I hat that term. Lets call it a Worldline." he points the the waveforms. "The one above is my quantumn resonance.. All matter in our worldline has the same background wave function. Yours.." he points to the bottoms waveform.." Your's is of anothe frequency. It's quite subtle, mind you, but I know where to look."
Tatum O'Neal	Reaching into her pocket, Tatum pulls out another skull shaped lollipop. She unwraps it and pops it in her mouth. "You used to always worry about my teeth, or me getting diabetes. You were the one that found out I actually *need* to keep my blood sugar high or I turn into like this brain dead zombie killing machine." The tone in her voice is both sad and almost reverent towards him. She misses him, even though he's right next to her. Admires a brilliance she will never comprehend. She looks at the screen, at the two wavelengths. She doesn't see what he sees, shaking her head slowly. "See, this is when I just nod my head and pretend that anything you just said made sense." And then the worry comes. She always felt she wasn't smart enough for Hank. For some reason he liked her anyway. But this one? Well, not that it matters. He's not her Hank, but... he wouldn't like someone as dumb as her.
Henry McCoy	Beast doesn't seem off put in teh slightest that she doesn't understand. Not because he is arrogant and believes people are dumb. He just knows that nature gave him an intellectual gift and that while he may be smarter than the average simian he isn't BETTER than they are. Everyone has their strengths, after all. And weaknesses. Even himself. "Well let m assure you that /I/ won't be aggrivating you about your intake of sugars." he says and looks at another screen.. this one having a three dimensional represntation of a dna strand, accompanied by a HELL of a lot of numbers and letters. "A most curious genetic make up. You are a mutant, yes... But you have two ressesive mutant genes naturally. Your ablities should never have manifested. You are, for all intents and purposes, a mutant gene /carrier/. If you had children, depending on the father, your children would have had more of a chance of expressing mutant traits." he shakes his head. "But I found other markers in your RNA sequence.. It appears your recessive mutant genes were activated artificially..."
Tatum O'Neal	The fact that Tatum and Hank, two people who have severe self-image problems, should be together is endearing. Each one only seeing their downsides. Each one being the shining light of the other's good sides. When the explaination starts about her genetics, she smiles. She's glad she doesn't have to deal with *that* here. "Yeah. HYDRA created me. They ... some experiment to make super soldiers. Mutants they could control. They did the experiments on my mom, causing her to make me. That was the experiment. To see if they could sort of force a person to make a mutant.È
Henry McCoy	Beast blinks at this information, looking aghast. "/Hydra/ experimented on your mother?" he asks.. and there is more then a bit fof anger in his eyes. He takes a long moment to try and calm himself, taking a few deep and centering breaths. The thoughts of experimentation on anyone, mutant OR human, is one of those rare things that will make him truly angry. "Well Hydra /cheated/." he says, keeping his voice calm. "IN a sense at least. They had to find someone who had an active, if recessive, X-Gene pair. Like your mother."
Tatum O'Neal	Tatum sighs softly and nods. "When we found out... HYDRA was after me. They wanted their little soldier back. When I'm not sugared up, I'll just do what I'm told. No guilt, no hesitation. I'll just kill who they tell me to kill. I wanted to go after HYDRA. You and Scott.... wow, that was a fight. I got kicked out of the X-Men for that, because.." Tatum pushes away. "You know what, that's all in the past. A different world. Here... I guess Hydra never did the experiment. It would explain why I don't exist. No experiment means my mom never got... yeah."
Henry McCoy	Beast slowly shakes his head. "Things aren't that simple, tatum. Just because there isn't a 'you' here, doesn't mean they didn't do the experiment. Nor does it mean there isn't someone with your DNA walking around." he tells her. "Just think about it.. When a man and a woman have relations..." he looks a bit uncomfortable now. "When a male and female mate the male releases millions of.. spermazoa.." he shifts a bit. "Only one gets to fertizilze the... ovum.." flinch... "The rest die off due to attrition.. WHo is to say that the.." nervous tic "winning spermazoa in /this/ worldline is the same as the one in yours..."
Tatum O'Neal	Tatum listens, even though Hank is starting to confuse her. If someone has her DNA, wouldn`t they be her? And then as he explains, well, he makes it make sense, but he starts getting embarrasssed. God but he's cute when he is like that. She knows that if she were to touch him, that he would be blushing. How is she supposed to resist?? "Relations? You mean the beast with two backs? Undulating? Writhing? Moaning? The spermazoa filling the womb, racing toward its goal. Mmmmm, maybe I have sort of a sister. Maybe she'll like you as much as I do. Maybe we'd get to share." Yep, she's being evil. She's missed doing this sort of thing to Hank.
Henry McCoy	Beast oh gods and quickly has a VERY dry throat... grabbing the tea, damned if he doesn't like it, and gulping down the now tepid solution of water and leaves. Finished, and fortified, and quickly sets down the glas and tries to looks as dignified as he can. "YOu seem to take a perverse delight in tormenting people, Miss Tatum." ghe says, a bit hoarsely.
Tatum O'Neal	Tatum laughs and shakes her head, smililng from ear to ear. She watches him gulp down the tea and that only amuses her all the more. "Not people. Just you. There is something about you. I've just always loved to make you squirm. It makes you so damnedably cute." She looks at Hank, unconciously biting at her lower lip as she contemplates just leaning in and kissing him. But, no. He's not *her* Hank.