Mediocrity Rules
Characters: Angel Salvadore & Hank McCoy.
Date&Time: August 13/Mid-afternoon.
Setting: His lab.
Summary: Ever the do-gooder, Angel seeks to help Hank facilitate the return of both Alexes to their rightful places.
Rating: Angel defaults at PG-13.
Status: In-complete.
A critic-- the kind that really had a bone to pick with Angel, specifically, and gleefully took advantage of any opportunity to tell her off, a population that was done by at least one member with the real Alex Summers gone-- might've accused her of procrastinating the necessary visit to Hank. Of course, that would've only been possible if anybody had known about her visit to the Alex double last night or what she'd gotten up to when they talked. But thankfully, no one had a clue except for the imposter and while she'd figured him for a lot of different things-- all of them bad-- Angel didn't figure that guy for a rat.
So, it was with her usual slow, meandering pace of life that Angel got up when she felt like it, showered, dressed, squirreled away something to eat far from prying eyes, and then-- finally-- sashayed on over to Hank's lab. It probably went without saying but-- Angel Salvadore had never been in a laboratory of any kind before. In fact, ever since her mutation manifested itself, she'd been doing everything in her power to stay out of them. There was so many things that were inherently terrifying about the very idea of a laboratory. For starters, Angel knew she was exactly the kind of freak most scientists would gleefully chop to bits and poke around at. For another, labs were these sterile rooms full of incomprehensible gizmos and gadgets-- and that wasn't just the popular culture invading her perception of labs; Angel noticed this as indisputable fact as she stood in the open doorway of Hank's lab for a moment or two to get her bearings-- and those incomprehensible gizmos and gadgets could probably do the job of chopping up her freakish self into tiny bits that were easier to study.
But Angel knew rationally that it was silly to think that way. She knew that Hank definitely wasn't about to chop her up, that if he got any idea like that in his head for even a second she could definitely take him in a fight, that he was young-- a bit older than herself, perhaps, but guys matured slower than chicks so it evened out anyways-- and that he was painfully shy and socially-awkward and those were traits she could easily exploit. So there was really nothing to be so nervous about, making it an even easier thing now to put on her usual display as the very Essence of Cool.
"So. Where are you at in getting this new creep out of here and the old one back?" Angel demanded without greeting or preamble, as she finally crossed the threshold of the doorway, speaking in a tone that was somehow casual and yet also superior at the very same time.
Date&Time: August 13/Mid-afternoon.
Setting: His lab.
Summary: Ever the do-gooder, Angel seeks to help Hank facilitate the return of both Alexes to their rightful places.
Rating: Angel defaults at PG-13.
Status: In-complete.
A critic-- the kind that really had a bone to pick with Angel, specifically, and gleefully took advantage of any opportunity to tell her off, a population that was done by at least one member with the real Alex Summers gone-- might've accused her of procrastinating the necessary visit to Hank. Of course, that would've only been possible if anybody had known about her visit to the Alex double last night or what she'd gotten up to when they talked. But thankfully, no one had a clue except for the imposter and while she'd figured him for a lot of different things-- all of them bad-- Angel didn't figure that guy for a rat.
So, it was with her usual slow, meandering pace of life that Angel got up when she felt like it, showered, dressed, squirreled away something to eat far from prying eyes, and then-- finally-- sashayed on over to Hank's lab. It probably went without saying but-- Angel Salvadore had never been in a laboratory of any kind before. In fact, ever since her mutation manifested itself, she'd been doing everything in her power to stay out of them. There was so many things that were inherently terrifying about the very idea of a laboratory. For starters, Angel knew she was exactly the kind of freak most scientists would gleefully chop to bits and poke around at. For another, labs were these sterile rooms full of incomprehensible gizmos and gadgets-- and that wasn't just the popular culture invading her perception of labs; Angel noticed this as indisputable fact as she stood in the open doorway of Hank's lab for a moment or two to get her bearings-- and those incomprehensible gizmos and gadgets could probably do the job of chopping up her freakish self into tiny bits that were easier to study.
But Angel knew rationally that it was silly to think that way. She knew that Hank definitely wasn't about to chop her up, that if he got any idea like that in his head for even a second she could definitely take him in a fight, that he was young-- a bit older than herself, perhaps, but guys matured slower than chicks so it evened out anyways-- and that he was painfully shy and socially-awkward and those were traits she could easily exploit. So there was really nothing to be so nervous about, making it an even easier thing now to put on her usual display as the very Essence of Cool.
"So. Where are you at in getting this new creep out of here and the old one back?" Angel demanded without greeting or preamble, as she finally crossed the threshold of the doorway, speaking in a tone that was somehow casual and yet also superior at the very same time.