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| The Technicolor Phase; Jet, Hank, Cuckoos | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2010, 07:02 AM (284 Views) | |
| Jet Black | Mar 9 2010, 07:02 AM Post #1 |
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Date: 9 March 10 Time: 4:15pm It had been a pretty good day, the students did well in class and grades were going to be updated next week. It seemed like Jet was always busy and didn't hardly have any time to stick around and chit chat with the other X-Men or hell even the other staff. The blonde wandered about and thought that it had been too long since she last spoke to Hank McCoy. Making her way down the infirmary, where he seemed to normally be, the blonde made it there in just a few short moments. Peeking her head in Jet called out as she walked in, “Hello? Hank?” She looked around for his distinguishable blue fur and in a singsong voice she spoke again, “Where are you?” At first not seeing him she looked at some of the stuff in the infirmary. The blonde poked at some of the stuff and picked up one of the little vials. Jet placed the vial back on the tray she had picked it up. There was a lot of different stuff around the infirmary, it was different to be in there without needing immediate medical attention. Thinking more about it, she couldn't recall a time where she wasn't down in the infirmary and wasn't close to death or serious injury. It was... different, and felt a tad odd. |
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| Hank McCoy | Mar 14 2010, 04:51 AM Post #2 |
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A little bit of a nappy nap. That would be nice. Hank wasn't sleeping so well the past few days. He was just tired, and he wasn't really sure why. If he weren't the only doctor around here, he thought maybe he should go see a doctor. It was like the barber who cuts everyone's hair who doesn't cut their own. Who cuts the barber's hair? Hank was in his office, snoozing, without his customary earmuffs. When he had trouble sleeping, he had to put in nose plugs and ear muffs to keep his enhanced senses from waking him up. When you could hear or smell just about anything within a certain radius of yourself, and you were a light sleeper, it just made good sense to try to limit any stimuli that you might encounter. But, Hank was falling asleep at his desk, and he wasn't thinking about what was going to happen in five or ten or fifty minutes from now. He just wanted to catch a few Z's and hopefully decrease the circles underneath his eyes. Not that anyone could really tell with his furry mug, but... Oh, God, Hank was so tired that he couldn't come up with any snappy lines! Hank was sleeping, his head resting on his arms, a little bit of drool getting on his lab coat. His ears perked up and twitched, and he silently cursed his mutation as they picked up the footsteps, (Hank could tell it was female, above average height. It was a wonder what you could do with enhanced senses and a phenomenal sense of human anatomy.) Then she spoke up, and Hank recognized exactly who it was. He rose from his slumber and open the door of his office to peer out at the infirmary and see Jet Black messing with his vials. "Whoa, now, don't touch those," Hank said in hurry. He didn't want to risk her shedding some skin cells and have her contaminate a future sample he used in that vial. "What brings you down here, Jet?" |
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| Jet Black | Mar 16 2010, 02:53 PM Post #3 |
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Hank came out of nowhere and told her not to touch them. Whoops. Thinking it was probably better not to touch anything in the infirmary but feeling that if she got hurt it wasn't the worst place for it to happen. Not to mention she had received worse injuries. He asked her what brings her down and Jet replied, "Not much really, feels likes it's been awhile since I last talked to ya. Or anybody around the school really." It still felt odd being in the infirmary without being hurt but looking down at the other beds was just creepy. "A girl needs some good quality chat time. So I thought, 'Hank's probably got somethin cool goin on. Stick around and see what's up for a bit.' So here I am." She smiled and stretched out her arms in a 'ta-da' fashion. "Or you could just sorta humor me when I say, I dunno just wanted to chill." Jet paused for a moment before quickly asking, "I wasn't interrupting some ingenious inventing... thing... was I? Cause ya know I could talk to you some other time." If she was interrupting it'd be no problem for her to leave him to whatever he was working on. She didn't really have anything pressing to talk to him about. Hitching her thumb towards the exit as she was finishing it hit her that she never really did thank Hank for all he had done for her. In the medical department he helped, along with Wanda, to save her life and keep pain low if not get rid of it completely. True it was his deal, but she appreciated it, and the thanks was probably long overdue. Oh good another reason for Jet to stick around and talk small talk! |
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| Hank McCoy | Mar 18 2010, 09:12 AM Post #4 |
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"Ingenious inventing?" Hank said, "Here? Ma'am, are you sure you're in the right place? As I understand it, Reed Richards and Tony Stark both work in the city. The closest thing to ingenious we get here is Emma's style sense." He knew that there was some bad blood between Jean and Emma, and Hank really tried to stay out of it, if only just leaning onto Jean's side, but no one could deny that the woman had excellent instincts in matters sartorial. Speaking of which, Hank realized it was past time that he got another suit or two. The ones he was wearing were getting a bit threadbare, and ever since the girls came along, Hank realized he was probably going to have to spend more time with Emma Frost. Hank was a bit too embarrassed about what he was doing in his private office. It just didn't do for a man of his stature to slumping over his desk snoring. So, he had to cover, "No, Miss Black, I was just... trying to work myself through a paper on a statistical analysis on the demography of Mutant Town." In reality, he had finished his editing on that paper a week ago, and it was back in the hands of a colleague in the NYU biology department. "It can wait, though," Hank said, sitting down on one of the patient beds in the infirmary. |
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