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Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast; 5/23 - Morning - (Nezh, Kitty & Quentin)
Topic Started: Nov 17 2013, 06:54 PM (600 Views)
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Quentin sounded pretty sure Veil would be able to turn herself into things more complex than just mist or fog or various forms of H20. Did that come from some knowledge she didn't have yet? Was he extrapolating from new data? Or was it just a guess?

Kitty wasn't sure herself, since as far as she knew Veil still didn't have a ton of practical experience with her powers. Though that might've changed since the Camp, it wasn't like she'd been around to keep up with everything the past couple of days.

Nezh would probably know, though, so the brunette looked to him to see if there was something she was missing. “She’d only ever used them once before she got taken to the camp,” Nezhno confirmed, his own brow furrowing and creasing the tattoos on his forehead. Which was pretty much what she'd heard last, “She did say...” he continued, pausing to apparently give it a little more thought, “that you - sorry, the other you, I mean-” he clarified, with an apologetic look in Kitty’s direction as she sent him a genuine, if slightly bemused, smile. Yeah, it was confusing for her, too. He didn't need to apologize, “was wondering if she could alter her atomic composition during the transition. But...”

He trailed off, but that was okay. It seemed to have cleared things up for Quentin and easy enough for her to pick it back up with mostly out loud thinking. Since whether Veil could do more complex chemicals or whatever was more or less academic to whether or not the Pym Particles could deal with those changes or not. Because they could. It was actually what they were designed to do, at a base level, via shifting matter between dimensions by way of compensating for the molecular changes.

Pretty cool things, really. Too bad the guy that'd invented them was busy now trying to kill them all.

“And the way we’re intending to use them should be independent of precisely what happens to Veil herself,” Nezh added, which was a really good point. They just needed to costume to 'hang on' to her for the most part. “The idea is for the Pym Particles to combine with the unstable molecules,” Nezhno continued, looking Kitty’s way and she nodded both her agreement and encouragement as she smiled back at him. This was a lot easier now that they weren't both stuttering at one another, “so that they can be shrunk down to a sub-atomic scale when they’re aerosolized, and effectively hitch a ride in empty electron orbitals to go wherever she does.”

So, yep. Hanging on.

“Oh!” Nezhno said abruptly, and she gave him an interestedly questioning look (while still keeping half an eye on the blue goo to make sure it wasn't about to stage a coup or something while they weren't paying attention) as the Wakandan boy looked back at Quentin. “I suppose there might be some sort of issue when you get to elements with d-orbitals, given the shifts in the shape of the probability function. I’ve been working on the assumption that she transitions to compounds that can stay as vapor at normal atmospheric conditions without any exogenous anti-gravitational energy inputs. But if she were turning into transition metals, or anything heavier than that...”

Pondering that, Kitty nodded slowly. Yeah, that might be an issue, but what were the chances Veil would want to, or need to, turn into any of those? Then again, who'd have ever thought she'd need to teleport through space without a spacesuit to fight alien bug people? You never really knew what might come up around here.

Quentin was doing his own version of the thoughtful nod over that for a couple of seconds before speaking up. "Not that it's likely," he shrugged, admitting that much. "But if you don't know that she can't, it seems like a good idea to plan for it. He frowned a little, and added, "any potential problems during the initial transition if she should turn into anything caustic? Or should your super-fabric do its thing instantaneously?"

"Not that it's likely," [Quentin] shrugged, admitting that much. "But if you don't know that she can't, it seems like a good idea to plan for it. He frowned a little, and added, "any potential problems during the initial transition if she should turn into anything caustic? Or should your super-fabric do its thing instantaneously?"

Kitty couldn't help but grin a little at that as she asked Quentin rhetorically, "You mean like being covered in super-heated plasma?" Which, yeah, they already knew unstable molecules could hold up to that and a whole lot more. "That's kind of why unstable molecules exist," the brunette added with a shake of her head and glancing back the piece of material in the electromagnetic vise, "Johnny kept burning through his clothes every time he 'Flame On'-ed. Not that he minded all that much," looking over at Nezh, she gave her eyes a brief roll of amusement, "but the FF wanted to be a little more PG than naked Johnny on every single mission."

And seriously, who wanted to have to look at their naked brother or brother-in-law constantly? No matter how cute he was.

"So yeah," she concluded, turning her attention back to Quentin more seriously, "the unstable molecules can handle caustic, burn-y, electric, stretchy, invisible, stabby, just about anything you can throw at it, powers wise. It takes a lot to damage it. Reed built it to adjust and it's pretty much been the go-to material for anybody with powers since then." Pausing for a few second's thought and looking over to Nezh again, she concluded with, "We're just trying to...get the two things to partner up, so all the bases are covered for her, right?"

Which, in theory, shouldn't be too difficult, but in theory wasn't always the same as in practice.
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How would you deal with d-orbitals? Or would you even need to change anything, because the geometry alone might not necessarily mean that it had to be a problem - heavier atoms still had the same s- and p- orbitals too, though... was he keeping obsessing over something that was less important than all the other parts of this he hadn’t yet managed to figure out again?

Kitty had nodded though, and Quentin... also looked like he was thinking about the details. On Nate’s face (even with the new hair) that still looked... well, different.

"Not that it's likely," he shrugged, admitting that much. "But if you don't know that she can't, it seems like a good idea to plan for it.

And people called him an obsessive worrywart who wanted to plan for every possible eventuality. Or... at least he was guessing that was an approximate, if somewhat bowdlerized translation of the Spanish Gloria liked to use, and... well, basically the same, without the Spanish part of that same point for Angel, but... yeah, even Nezhno was kind of impressed with that sort of logic, only Quentin himself had already moved on to frowning.

"Any potential problems during the initial transition if she should turn into anything caustic? Or should your super-fabric do its thing instantaneously?"

He... was asking that? About unstable molecules? Confused, because he’d always assumed that if he’d been curious enough as a little kid watching the footage of the Fantastic Four and the Avengers on the world news reports to have looked up any information he could about them, it must have been even more common knowledge for American kids who were smart enough to wonder about things, Nezhno shot another look toward Kitty, but she was grinning.

She was really pretty when she... never mind.

"You mean like being covered in super-heated plasma?" she asked Quentin, and maybe it was a good thing that she was as pretty as she was (wait, well, of course it was, but... well, also never mind), because somehow that smile managed to take out any sting from that rhetorical question that.

Or it would have if it were him, and... really, never mind.

"That's kind of why unstable molecules exist," the brunette added with a shake of her head and glancing back the piece of material in the electromagnetic vise, "Johnny kept burning through his clothes every time he 'Flame On'-ed. Not that he minded all that much," looking over at Nezh, she gave her eyes a brief roll of amusement, while he grinned quickly back at her, having just heard a firsthand version of basically the same story from Professor Richards himself earlier in the morning, "but the FF wanted to be a little more PG than naked Johnny on every single mission."

Though that might well have cost them some extra added popularity with certain other segments of the population, but never mind that, because Kitty was turning back to Quentin with the look she had when she was getting ready to sum things up. "So yeah," she concluded, turning her attention back to Quentin more seriously, "the unstable molecules can handle caustic, burn-y, electric, stretchy, invisible, stabby, just about anything you can throw at it, powers wise. It takes a lot to damage it. Reed built it to adjust and it's pretty much been the go-to material for anybody with powers since then." She stopped, looking his way, and Nezhno nodded. The details of the physics were obviously complicated, but the basics of what unstable molecules could do, and where they were doing it wasn’t really any information that hadn’t been all over the internet for at least a decade, if you went looking for it.

"We're just trying to...get the two things to partner up, so all the bases are covered for her, right?"

“Yeah,” Nezhno agreed with a quick smile, before turning back to Quentin and adding on to that explanation. “The unstable molecules actually do adapt to individual requirements. They’re not immediately one size fits every possibility. They have a... a memory, I guess. Professor Richards was explaining a lot of it all again earlier.” Which was still... amazing, that he’d even stopped to chat at all, let alone spend as much time as he had, explaining (though quickly enough the Wakandan was sure he’d missed at least some of the very important parts) and filling in details and the rest of what he’d suggested, but well anyway, he should probably get on with clarifying that, shouldn’t he? “They learn - imprint, sort of - what they’re supposed to do with any particular set of powers.”

Glancing briefly at Kitty, then twisting around so that he could wave one hand (still holding the goo, but he’d get to that at some point) toward the square of material still sitting neglected but not-yet quite forgotten in the vise. “So this is a first pass at... umm... teaching them what will be going on with Veil.” Could you call molecules a ‘them’ in English? Or was there a better pronoun? “Or maybe figuring out how to teach them, but... umm.... yeah.”

This definitely sounded much better when Kitty handled more of the explanations.
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It was a stupid question. He knew it the moment it came out of his mouth, but really, it didn't matter. Nezh obviously thought he was an idiot anyway (he couldn't exactly blame him either, considering some of the shit that had come out of Nate's mouth in the camp) and Kitty - well, she was dating Uncle Iceberg. She had to be used to people saying stupid shit.

Apparently she was, because she grinned a little (which okay, that beat the hell out of most reactions he got from girls when he was saying something smart, so totally worth it) and asked, "You mean like being covered in super-heated plasma?" then went on to give him a brief history of unstable molecules. Considering that (an the accompanying thought processes from them both, which filled in a lot more of the scientific details than she was bothering with) was what he was actually after, she could think whatever she wanted about him.

He had to say, though (well no, he didn't, and wouldn't, but he had to think it anyway) that he was definitely impressed with the "Wakandan Design Group", whatever the hell it was. Neither of them could be a whole lot older than him, and they'd definitely picked up way more of a science background than he'd managed. Of course, considering that most of his teachers had been morons and his fellow students had been worse, that wasn't saying a lot. Still...

He remembered to laugh and look sheepish as she wrapped it up with comments about a naked Human Torch (something he'd heard way too much speculation about back in school, thank you very much), but she wasn't done. "So yeah," she concluded, turning her attention back to Quentin more seriously, "the unstable molecules can handle caustic, burn-y, electric, stretchy, invisible, stabby, just about anything you can throw at it, powers wise. It takes a lot to damage it. Reed built it to adjust and it's pretty much been the go-to material for anybody with powers since then." Pausing for a few second's thought and looking over to Nezh again, she concluded with, "We're just trying to...get the two things to partner up, so all the bases are covered for her, right?"

“Yeah,”
Nezhno agreed, which was hardly surprising. Quentin was pretty sure, based on what he'd picked up there, that if Kitty Pryde said the sun rose in the North that morning the guy'd have agreed. He turned back to him, though, and continued the explanation, mentioning that he'd talked to Dr. Richards that morning about it all. Hmmm. Quentin tried to focus in on that without looking as if he was focusing in on that, which was harder than he'd have thought. Totally worth it, though, even if it confirmed that Nezh was giving him the Idiot's Guide to Unstable Molecules version. Whatever, he was getting the real thing regardless.

Nezh wrapped it up with, “They learn - imprint, sort of - what they’re supposed to do with any particular set of powers.” He glanced over to Kitty, waving one hand that was holding some kind of container of something that...looked as if it was moving? What the fuck? and finished with “So this is a first pass at... umm... teaching them what will be going on with Veil. Or maybe figuring out how to teach them, but... umm.... yeah.”

Quentin nodded. "Makes sense," he acknowledged, eyes still locked on the unnaturally colored goo in the other guy's hand. Which...yes, it was definitely moving. On its own. "What are you using to...what is that?" he asked, eyes widening as a bubble formed in it and sort of...reabsorbed. "Something you're using to train them? Because if I were an unstable molecule, I think all it'd do is convince me to run in the other direction."

Not that unstable molecules could run - he knew that much. But unless that was some kind of freaky "essence of Veil", he couldn't think of anything else it could be used for.
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It was the beauty of unstable molecules (and they were beautiful from a scientific standpoint). They could handle just about anything. It was actually the whole point. It took a lot to damage them and Reed Richards' invention had been the go-to material for the super-powered pretty much since it's inception.

So it could definitely handle anything caustic Veil might discover she could turn into. It could handle Johnny being covered in super-heated plasma well enough. What they were doing here was mostly getting it and the Pym particles to work together. Get their bases covered.

Then Veil could use her powers and keep herself covered, too.

“Yeah,” Nezhno agreed with a quick smile as she looked his way for general confirmation. Then he turned back toward Quentin. Still holding the Goo That Shall Not Speak Its Name. “The unstable molecules actually do adapt to individual requirements. They’re not immediately one size fits every possibility. They have a... a memory, I guess. Professor Richards was explaining a lot of it all again earlier.” Which she'd missed, darn it, but she could always talk to him later. He seemed to be doing amazingly well since they'd brought him back from that weird prison in the negative zone. “They learn - imprint, sort of - what they’re supposed to do with any particular set of powers.”

Nezh looked over at her, shifting a little and waving the unspeakable Nemesis goo around. Yeaaaaah, that stuff was definitely moving. Maybe she should've brought her sword with her... “So this is a first pass at... umm... teaching them what will be going on with Veil.” Could you call molecules a ‘them’ in English? Or was there a better pronoun? “Or maybe figuring out how to teach them, but... umm.... yeah.”

Kitty nodded along with Quentin. That was a good way to put it and she shot a quick smile Nezhno's way. "Makes sense," [Quentin] acknowledged, eyes still locked on the unnaturally colored goo in the other guy's hand. Which...yes, it was definitely moving. On its own. "What are you using to...what is that?" he asked, eyes widening as a bubble formed in it and sort of...reabsorbed. "Something you're using to train them? Because if I were an unstable molecule, I think all it'd do is convince me to run in the other direction."

Eying the goo sidelong a little warily herself, Kitty shook her head. "It's Nemesis' - have you met Nemesis?" she asked, interrupting herself and looking from the goo to Quentin. "Grouchy, insulting, really old?" And Nazi-ish, but she didn't suppose that was an actual, identifiable physical trait or anything. "Anyway, it's some of his dubious, supposedly drinkable goo that he keeps trying to pawn off on everyone."

And had apparently succeeded with Forge, at least. And Julian. But she wasn't sure that wasn't Forge under the control of the goo.

Biting her lip a little and giving the goo another wary look, she added to Nezh. "Are you seriously thinking about drinking that? Like seriously?"

Because she really liked Nezh and she didn't want him to possibly be turned into a Nemesis goo zombie.
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Well, whoever he was now, Quentin wasn’t Nate. That much Nezhno could say (figuratively) for certain, though between the intent look that had suggested that he’d been following easily through the general technical overviews on the one side, and the questions that suggested something different on the other, that conclusion was about the only one the Wakandan boy was confident of so far where it came to this new pink-haired version of the boy with the face tattoos.

Though actually, that particular look the other boy was wearing listening to the brief description of the general sense of what Professor Richards had explained about how the unstable molecules worked actually did manage to remind Nezhno of Nate. It looked... odd. Like something wasn’t quite fitting.

Back to square zero with no conclusions at all then, but by the time he’d finished his explanation, a probable explanation for that expression had presented itself to the Wakandan’s attention in the guise of the way Quentin’s eyes seemed fixed on the pouch of goo he’d been waving in his hand as he gestured. He nodded, and Kitty did to, and she also sent a quick flash of a smile that hopefully meant he hadn’t made such a hash of the words that it had been completely incomprehensible gibberish.

If not, that smile was almost still worth having made a mess of things, in any case.

"Makes sense," [Quentin] acknowledged, though his gaze, when Nezhno looked back that way, didn’t seem to have shifted from the blueish goo. Which might have been fair, because it definitely was looking more... active... now than it had been just a little while before. "What are you using to...what is that?" he asked, eyes widening as a bubble formed in it and sort of...reabsorbed. "Something you're using to train them? Because if I were an unstable molecule, I think all it'd do is convince me to run in the other direction."

“Um...” said Nezhno, finding himself at something of a complete loss for where to start answering that, or even just explaining about the goo itself, and turning toward Kitty in a mute (or mostly mute, since he’d probably have been better off without anything than he was with ‘um’) appeal for help.

She was keeping a watchful eye on the goo too, apparently, but she shook her head at least, and found more words than Nezhno had managed. "It's Nemesis' - have you met Nemesis?” She looked over to Quentin then, apparently being satisfied that the goo wasn’t about to bite anyone in the next two seconds. "Grouchy, insulting, really old?" Which were qualities of the strange American scientist that were both possibly insulting and fundamentally inarguable, at least from what little exposure Nezhno had had, though maybe his judgement was being colored there by Kitty’s stories from her far more lengthy exposure, but... well never mind, it wasn’t as if he really needed to interrupt to try to moderate the description, was it? She did know the man better.

"Anyway, it's some of his dubious, supposedly drinkable goo that he keeps trying to pawn off on everyone," she concluded.

Nezhno turned his head her way, smiling just a little for the turn of phrase. “It’s a regenerative healing stimulant,” he said mildly, glancing down toward the pouch before turning his attention back to Quentin to finish that explanation. “It’s supposed to speed tissue repair after injury.” Which wasn’t nearly as interesting an explanation as Kitty’s, but it was true.

Or, come to think of it, it was possible that they both were. And why was she looking at him like that now?

"Are you seriously thinking about drinking that? Like seriously?"

Biting his own lip in an unconscious matching of her expression, Nezhno looked from what looked like it might be actual genuine worry in her eyes, down to the goo again, then back up to her. Then he shrugged a little helplessly. “The Maker suggested it. So... yes,” he told her.

When you put it that way, actually, it kind of really was that simple.
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Whatever that stuff was that Nezh was waving around, presumably with the intention of putting it to use in the training of unstable molecules? It was most definitely unnatural. Not only was the color something he'd have preferred over pink for his hair (though the pink had turned out awesome, he reminded himself), but it was...moving, kind of.

If he were an unstable molecule, it might be a definite incentive to run as far away as possible.

Nezh didn't seem to have an immediate answer, settling for Um..." and a look towards his partner, but Kitty gave it an wary sidelong look as well, as if afraid that looking it in the eye (so to speak) might make it attack, then shook her head.

"It's Nemesis' - have you met Nemesis?" but before he could do more than start to make a face (he was pretty sure he had, he'd just had a hard time believing that was really the guy's name), she continued speaking. "Grouchy, insulting, really old?"

With his identity confirmed, Quentin nodded. "Yeah, the guy who told me that anyone careless enough to be taken as a hound didn't belong in his lab," he replied, rolling his eyes irritably. Nice guy. Apparently now starting a new career as a poisoner.

"Anyway, it's some of his dubious, supposedly drinkable goo that he keeps trying to pawn off on everyone." the brunette said, confirming his suspicions. Right. Along with the psycho blue assassin and the previously possessed redheaded flamethrower, the Resistance had their own psychotic, antediluvian poisoner. Why wasn't he surprised?

Nezhno was smiling at her again, which he seemed to do an awful lot of, maybe because she bailed him out of having to do more than "umm" as answers for questions. “It’s a regenerative healing stimulant,” he said mildly, glancing down toward the pouch before turning his attention back to Quentin to finish that explanation. “It’s supposed to speed tissue repair after injury.”

Quentin's eyebrows inched up a little as he eyed it skeptically. Some kind of freakish Neosporin shouldn't be moving, he was pretty sure. "And...you believe that," he deadpanned. Right. Maybe he should tell the other guy about that bridge he had for sale...

"Are you seriously thinking about drinking that? Like seriously?"

Drinking? Quentin started at the newly tattooed guy incredulously as he looked from Kitty to the goo and back again, then shrugged. “The Maker suggested it. So... yes,” he told her.

Forge? Quentin's eyebrows shot higher, and he gave the container's contents another appraising look. On the one hand, it still looked like it should really come complete with its own hazardous material warning level, and there was no way in hell he'd be ingesting it. On the other, Forge had recommended it, apparently. Maybe it was some kind of magical goo?

"We could do a chemical analysis of it," he pointed out doubtfully, still torn between trusting the Maker's advice and the fact that the crap bore a definite resemblance to cartoon versions of bio-hazardous waste. "I think I'd want to know what was in it before I let it gurgle its way down my throat."

If Forge was recommending otherwise, no wonder they'd been talking about him not being himself. Maybe it wasn't a matter of getting laid regularly, after all.
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Nemesis' blue goo, it could utterly derail anything else in your head. Especially when it started moving like that. The idea of using it to somehow train unstable molecules was a little, well...

It was scary, that's what it was. What would you get if you let one come into contact with the other? Oh, so helpfully, her brain supplied her with several disturbing images from the movie The Blob. Yeaaaaaah.

“Um...” Nezh replied, which seemed about right under the circumstances. But then he looked over at her like he was hoping for a hand with something to come after that. So, okay, she could kinda maybe come up with some sort of explanation. While still watching the goo like a hawk.

Did he know who Nemesis was? If Quentin (or Nate or whoever, still some confusing weirdness there) was lucky, he might've missed that particular encounter over the last few days. If not, well, he really couldn't miss him. Old, cantankerous, liked to insult everyone as a hobby. Nazi-ish, though she left that part out since she wasn't sure that was exactly a train you could identify on just casual contact.

Apparently, though, Quentin had managed to have the James Bradley experience at some point already. "Yeah, the guy who told me that anyone careless enough to be taken as a hound didn't belong in his lab," he replied and the brunette nodded. Yep, that sounded about right.

"That'd be him," Kitty confirmed, "Sounds like you got off easy for a first meeting." Not the point, though. They were talking about the unholy goo, which Nemesis had been trying to pawn off on people as drinkable for as long as he'd been around. Up to now, and apparently Forge and Julian, she didn't think anyone had actually taken him up on it.

Okay, so that wasn't exactly a technically informative explanation and Nezhno turned her way with a small smile to add a little more information to that. “It’s a regenerative healing stimulant,” he said mildly, glancing down toward the pouch before turning his attention back to Quentin to finish that explanation. “It’s supposed to speed tissue repair after injury.” Or it would turn you into a mindless Zombie under Nemesis' control.

"And...you believe that," [Quentin] deadpanned, but Kitty, however, kept the Zombie making suspicion to herself, since...yeah. It looked like Nezh might not only believe it but actually be considering drinking it. Like really, actually considering it. Seriously?

Quentin was staring now and Nezh was looking from her to the goo and back consideringly. And she was giving serious consideration herself to there suddenly being a tragic goo destroying phasing accident. Possibly for Nezh's own good.

Then the Wakandan boy shrugged in that what can you do kind of way. “The Maker suggested it. So... yes,” he told her, which was understandable considering the whole relationship there. Except she still wasn't quite sure Forge wasn't goo compromised as it was.

The pink-haired (seriously, what was with all the pink hair suddenly?) boy's eyebrows tried to shoot up to the top of his head. "We could do a chemical analysis of it," he pointed out doubtfully, still torn between trusting the Maker's advice and the fact that the crap bore a definite resemblance to cartoon versions of bio-hazardous waste. "I think I'd want to know what was in it before I let it gurgle its way down my throat."

It was one of those things where she wasn't quite sure how to feel. On the one hand, she'd really like to know what was in that stuff. On the other hand, she was a little afraid to, since it might be something like essence of the souls of small children and puppies.

"I'd be a little afraid it'd eat the lab equipment," she told Quentin, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she looked at the goo again, then back to Nezh. "I don't think he'd tell you to drink anything that'd hurt you," she agreed. Kind of. "But maybe you should do it while there's someone else around?"

Just in case one've them needed to run for help or something? Or maybe she could just tackle Nezh to the ground and get it away from him and throw it in the biohazard disposal? Though, yeah, okay that might be a slight overreaction. Maybe.
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Dr Nemesis had said that to Quentin? Really? Try as he might, Nezhno couldn’t decide whether Kitty’s idea that it was getting off easy made it better or worse. Though she did know the older scientist much better than he did, but...

...well, perhaps he’d better try to offer the pink-haired boy a more direct account of what the blue pouch of goo was, rather than Kitty’s much more colorful, but maybe not quite so informative explanation. That was simple enough, anyway. It was a healing stimulant, for tissue repair. Supposedly not all that different from the one that the Maker and Julian had taken for their new, or at least newly restored, bionic limb grafts.

Or the Wakandan had thought that was simple enough. Why was Quentin looking quite that skeptical about it? "And...you believe that," he deadpanned, pierced eyebrows lifting up on his forehead.

“Why wouldn’t I?” asked Nezhno, feeling his own eyebrows rise in mild surprise at the dubious looks from not only the other boy, but now Kitty as well. Was he seriously thinking about drinking it? Well... yes. He was. Because the Maker had suggested it, and he, of all people, had no reason to even think about doubting him when it came to healing.

Also, ow. Being able to shrug without setting off rounds of stabbing spiky pain through his neck and shoulders like he had just now? That would be a bonus worth taking at least a few risks for.

Pointing out the link to the Maker did seem to have caught Nate’s - or rather Quentin’s - attention at least. It seemed like it might have wiped away some, if not all, of the other boy’s skepticism, or at least the associated notes of derision that had been there, replaced by a far more thoughtful look directed back at the goo as it lay, mostly quiescent now, in Nezhno’s hand. "We could do a chemical analysis of it," he pointed out doubtfully, "I think I'd want to know what was in it before I let it gurgle its way down my throat."

“I trust the Maker,” Nezhno rejoined, feeling himself bristle more than he’d wanted to at the suggestion. He’d been uncertain about it himself earlier, hadn’t he? But then, maybe that was the problem. Hearing it from someone else, even if Quentin (or Nate) had never quite been part of the Dance - it managed to make his own prior doubts feel more like a betrayal.

"I'd be a little afraid it'd eat the lab equipment," [Kitty] told Quentin then, interposing herself between what maybe could have been a stupid stand-off with what was either dry humor or a genuine concern. It was a little hard to tell with the nervous way she seemed to be biting at her lip, or the look she shot the goo before looking back up at him. "I don't think he'd tell you to drink anything that'd hurt you," she agreed, but not without some pretty obvious reluctance about some part of that admission. "But maybe you should do it while there's someone else around?"

She really did look worried about this. Which made Nezhno feel more than a little bad, because in this case he did really seem to be the principal cause of that worry, but still not quite enough to be willing to come down from this position that the casual doubt from both Quentin and Kitty herself had somehow led him into. “You’re around,” he pointed out, with residual stubbornness that was cut by what he hoped might somehow manage to be a quick, reassuring smile. “I guess that makes this the best time I might get all morning.”

The Maker had said he wouldn’t be back till much later, after all, and he didn’t really know whether or not to expect either Dr Nemesis himself or Professor Richards to reappear today. And perhaps not more importantly, though it did feel like it was at least a little important, if he backed down now... Nezhno couldn’t help but feel like it would be some sort of betrayal. “It’s like Indra would say: what’s the worst that could happen?” he suggested instead, in the hopes that that was the same gently silly joke that his purple-skinned best friend had been making for longer than just the time he’d known him, “Compared to everything else that has?”

It wasn’t like there seemed like there could be any good reason to go to all the effort of giving a still hafway-broken, unimportant teenager something that might hurt, after all. Or... well, that was what he was going to tell himself, and with that internal application of logic, Nezhno decided to ignore any other protests that might be eventuating from either of the other two, broke the seal on the pouch containing the blue semi-liquid, raised it to his lips, and drank - or at least sucked - it down.
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The blue goo was something created by the creepy old Nemesis guy. Somehow, that didn't surprise him. He'd gotten off to a great start with the guy as Nate, and honestly hadn't made much effort to repair the damage. He and the dork might not agree on much, but not bothering with the guy who did intros by telling him he'd been careless for letting himself be turned into a hound was definitely common ground.

"That'd be him," Kitty confirmed, "Sounds like you got off easy for a first meeting."

Quentin laughed, wondering why Nezhno was looking confused about the whole thing. Maybe he hadn't had the dubious pleasure, yet? It'd explain why he was apparently considering drinking the blue toxic waste stuff, even if it was supposed to be some kind of healing accelerant. Which, for some reason, the other guy actually believed.

Yeeaah. He might be a scientific genius, but his first impression had been right. He was still a moron.

Except, apparently, Forge had recommended the stuff. That gave Quentin pause. Why the Maker wouldn't have just done the healing ceremony thing he'd done for him when he arrived at the camp he wasn't sure, but it might possibly be worth considering if he'd suggested it. Maybe. Personally, he'd run a chemical analysis on it first. It couldn't hurt to know just what it was. Forge wasn't infallible, after all.

Except, of course, that to the Dance he was. “I trust the Maker,” Nezhno replied, visibly bristling at the suggestion that Forge might not know everything. Quentin raised his eyebrows, but otherwise met his look levelly, all the while considering the possibilities of that. Apparently, just suggesting that the Maker might not have all the facts was enough to make Nezh feel guilty, and dead set on doing exactly what he might not have otherwise. Huh. He'd have to keep that in mind, and see if it'd work on the rest of them.

"I'd be a little afraid it'd eat the lab equipment," his not-Aunt said, probably to keep things from escalating further, because she didn't look any more comfortable with the idea of the blue stuff being guzzled down than she had before. "I don't think he'd tell you to drink anything that'd hurt you," she agreed. Kind of. "But maybe you should do it while there's someone else around?"

“You’re around,” [Nezh] pointed out still sounding like a twelve year old determined to take a dare despite the smile he threw her way. “I guess that makes this the best time I might get all morning. It’s like Indra would say: what’s the worst that could happen?” he suggested instead, in the hopes that that was the same gently silly joke that his purple-skinned best friend had been making for longer than just the time he’d known him, “Compared to everything else that has?”

"You want me to make a list?" Quentin offered, smirking at him. "Because I can think of a half dozen things off the top of my head." At least. Though at this point, considering there was obviously no way Nezhno was going to back down, he was at least as interested in seeing what would happen as he was anything else.

And sure enough, the former Dancer broke the seal on the pouch (and honestly, what kind of shit came in a pouch for human consumption) and downed the stuff.

Looking over at Kitty, he asked, "You think we should call one of the healers, just in case?"

Yeah, that was likely to piss the other guy off even more. But honestly, it didn't sound like a bad idea, either.
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Quentin? Yeah, definitely less than convinced Nezh should be considering ingesting the blue goo of doom. And he seemed just as unconvinced that it was okay to drink it because Forge and Julian had apparently come out on the other side okay. Or at least hopefully not Nemesis Goo Zombies.

“Why wouldn’t I?” asked Nezhno, looking kind surprised t her and Quentin both. Which, yeah, she got that the brunette supposed and sent a small smile the Wakandan boy's way. He trusted Forge. So did she, for that matter. Nemesis?

Wellllll...

At least the good had mostly stopped moving now, and the idea of chemical analysis might not've been such a bad one, as far as that went. Except-

“I trust the Maker,” Nezhno rejoined, so yeah. That. Poking at one've the Dance about not trusting something Forge told them wouldn't likely get them much of anywhere except to annoy Nezh. Plus, she was just a little afraid all they'd get for trying to analyze it was it eating the lab equipment.

And regardless, looking over at Nezh, she didn't really think they were gonna change his mind. No matter how many raised eyebrows and looks Quentin had going over there. Maybe all the Dance wasn't quite so devoted to Forge, Nezh was and so were some of the others and honestly in a lot of ways she couldn't blame them. Maybe she hadn't been part of it herself, and maybe it wasn't something anybody could understand if they didn't really get the circumstances (she was pretty sure Bobby still thought it was all just weird), but Kitty knew what Forge had done in the Camp and she got why and that it had been necessary and it had saved lives.

So, no, she didn't think he'd tell Nezh to do anything that would hurt him, including drinking dubious blue goo made by a grumpy former Nazi. Still, all the same, she also thought it'd be a good idea for him to drink it while other people were around, if he was going to. Just in case.

“You’re around,” [Nezh] pointed out, being all stubborn (which was kinda cute, since she wasn't sure before now he could even do stubborn), but with a little bit of a smile to go with it. Okay, yeah, that was hard to argue. “I guess that makes this the best time I might get all morning.”

Grinning just a little, Kitty shrugged. "It's moving, blue goo. I'm not sure there's a 'best time', but I can't argue the rest too much." He was definitely determined to drink the stuff apparently, and she could still tackle and phase it away she guessed, but in the end it wasn't really her choice to make.

“It’s like Indra would say: what’s the worst that could happen?” [Nezh] suggested instead, in the hopes that that was the same gently silly joke that his purple-skinned best friend had been making for longer than just the time he’d known him, “Compared to everything else that has?” Oh man, now he was bringing in Indra and that thing he always said. So not fair.

"You want me to make a list?" Quentin offered, smirking at him. "Because I can think of a half dozen things off the top of my head." So could she, and probably then some, but it wasn't any easier to argue with Indra logic now than it had been when he was actually around and right now she wasn't really gonna try. Even if she sort of wanted to. Because she still couldn't quite bring herself to trust that stuff.

"That's because you never met Indra," Kitty told him with a slightly wry, lopsided smile. Yeah, that'd probably just make Quentin think she'd lost it, too, but what could you do? Other then keep herself from actually tackling Nezhno and snatching the goo away at the last second as he opened it up and drank it - or...whatever you did to ingest that stuff - down. It was a near thing, though, because...ewwww.

Just...ewwww.

If Nezh turned into a goo Zombie, Nemesis was so dead.

"You think we should call one of the healers, just in case?" Looking from Nezh to Quentin, then back to Nezh with some lingering concern, she shook her head slowly.

"I don't think so?" she ventured, not totally sure. And giving Nezhno a slightly worried look as she waited to see if he fell over or re-enacted a scene from Aliens or The Blob or something equally horrifying. "Plus, I don't wanna see what Cece would do to us if she found out we let him drink that first and called for help later." Biting her lip uncertainly, she paused, then raised an eyebrow slightly the other boy's way. "So, how do you feel?"

And please, please, don't say like a Zombie.
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You’re around. That had been more than a little ridiculous of him, hadn’t it? But regardless of that, it still made it likely to be the best time he was going to get to try Nemesis’ formula all morning, as Nezhno tried to point out.

Kitty smiled back at him for that, but she shrugged too, and Quentin looked about no less disbelieving than he had half a minute before that. "It's moving, blue goo. I'm not sure there's a 'best time', but I can't argue the rest too much," she said, managing to make even lukewarm acquiescence look far better than it had any right to.

It hadn’t exactly been ringing enthusiasm, but that was okay. Maybe instead it would be better just to fall back on Indra’s old overused joke, and hope that it had been old and overused even when Kitty had known his frequently wry, and almost always slightly off-kilter best friend. There - yes, that expression she had couldn’t really be anything but recognition, Nezhno was almost sure of it. She couldn’t really resist that.

She was really pretty when she... right, and never mind. Why had Quentin started smiling now?

"You want me to make a list?" Quentin offered, smirking at him. "Because I can think of a half dozen things off the top of my head."

Nezhno looked back briefly, meeting the other boy’s smirk with a wry twitch of his own lips, but didn’t bother trying to explain the missing link there. It... well, it probably wouldn’t make any sense at all, if you didn’t-

"That's because you never met Indra," Kitty told him with a slightly wry, lopsided smile. Yes, that - and while her attention seemed mostly occupied with trying to explain the inexplicableness of the kind of logic that Indra could make work, Nezhno took the opportunity to get on with drinking the goo before he could worry - or at least weird out - the other two any more by talking about his intentions.

Or... well, maybe Indra would have been able to sound logical, but even in his own head, Nezhno wasn’t sure that he’d managed it. Still, he’d swallowed, or sucked, or possibly just let the stuff slither partly on its own accord down his throat, so that was that, and now there was just the matter of seeing exactly what happened.

...had he really just done that?

Though nothing untoward seemed to happen in the first five seconds afterward, except for Kitty watching him like she was worried he might explode, or at least sprout tentacles, and Quentin looking past him, and over to Kitty. "You think we should call one of the healers, just in case?"

Now they were trading looks with each other, while Nezhno stood where he was, glancing down at his fingers from time to time and twisting them gently open and closed. That didn’t feel any different - it did feel sore, but that wasn’t any different from what it had been all day, and that was still an improvement on what it had been yesterday. That was as far as he’d gotten when Kitty seemed to resolve the issue of where she wanted to be looking. Though her head kept moving back and forth, but more like she was shaking it for ‘no’ now. "I don't think so?" she ventured.

“I’m alright,” Nezhno promised her, only a little defensively. He wasn’t sure that had really helped though, she was still looking at him like she expected tentacles.

"Plus, I don't wanna see what Cece would do to us if she found out we let him drink that first and called for help later." Cece - from the context, that probably had to be the leader of the team of healers, the one who had been in the midst of yelling extensively at a golden teenager when Clarice had tried to take him by their quarters the previous night, and from the only semi-exaggerated note in Kitty’s voice, Nezhno suffered a brief pang of something like regret.

Pointing out the truth for himself - that it had been entirely his own choice, and not the fault of the other two for ‘letting’ him do anything - was only going to be possible if it turned out to be unnecessary, which wasn’t exactly fair on Quentin or Kitty. But it was definitely too late for that now - plus it was also late enough that the Wakandan was starting to cautiously feel optimistic (more optimistic) about the unnecessary thing. So there was that.

"So, how do you feel?"

“Alright,” Nezhno repeated, shrugging slightly, which still hurt, but didn’t hurt more. “Which is still about the best I’ve felt all week.” That really wasn’t so bad. Though... actually, now he came to think about it... the tattooed boy furrowed his brow, glanced down at his fingers again, then looked back up to Kitty and Quentin. “And maybe a little... tingly,” he added, then looked back down, trying a semi-experimental rub of one of the tattoos on his forearms, to see if that did anything for the vague sensation that there might be little fluttering insect things beginning to creep along beneath the skin.

Tingly though. That was a good enough word to describe it, and awkward slight itchy feelings were generally a normal part of a healing process, right? That sounded right. Close enough to it, anywa- okay, he should definitely stop rubbing that spot now, it couldn’t be helping. “I should probably just get on with the work,” Nezhno said quietly, making his hands stop, and looking from Kitty back to the half-forgotten vise he’d set up.

Something to concentrate on, and something to fill up his hands. Definitely sounded like a good idea, before he broke down and gave in to that mounting urge to try to chafe away the imaginary ant-like sensation that was creeping up the back of his neck.
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Yeah, definitely the "best time" to drink blue goo was when you were in the company of a not-dead girl from the past and a former hound. No doubt about it. Quentin shot Nezh an incredulous look. Granted, he wasn't sure-

As if filling in the blanks, the brunette grinned a little and said, "It's moving, blue goo. I'm not sure there's a 'best time', but I can't argue the rest too much."

Yeah, that. And Nezh's follow-up question about what was the worst that could happen compared to everything that had didn't make him any more comfortable with the idea of the other guy swallowing down the possibly toxic substance. He could think of a whole lot of worse things, if anyone wanted a list.

The Wakandan supposed-genius' lips twitched at that, but it was Kitty who answered. "That's because you never met Indra," which probably made sense to someone, somewhere, but didn't change the fact that his mental list of "things that could go wrong here" was growing by the second. Honestly, hadn't these people ever learned anything about not drinking unknown, potentially hazardous materials in kindergarten? Granted, the Maker'd given it a seal of approval, but he'd met the guy who made it. He wasn't ruling anything out.

As a last ditch effort as the stuff sort of squirmed its way out of its container and down the other guy's throat, he suggested giving one of the healers a yell. Granted, some of them were scary as hell, but they could get the one with the snake scales or something and keep her on standby. If nothing else, she was seriously hot, so even if everything turned out okay it wouldn't suck having her around.

"I don't think so?" she ventured, watching worriedly as Nezh did something with opening and closing his hands and staring at them, almost like he was on some kind of drug trip and hallucinating. Right, hallucinogens. No one had even given any thought to that possibility, had they? Maybe Forge had been effected too, and didn't realize it, and...

“I’m alright,” Nezhno promised her, but could they believe that? If the guy was hallucinating, he could melt down into a puddle of goo any second and not even realize it.

"Plus, I don't wanna see what Cece would do to us if she found out we let him drink that first and called for help later," Kitty pointed out. Which was a point. He'd met Cece. The woman was outright scary, and he wasn't even sure what her powers were. It looked as Kitty wasn't sure either, though, given the way she was biting her lip and raising her eyebrows. "So, how do you feel?"

“Alright,” Nezhno said again, which didn't really scream "alright" to him. “Which is still about the best I’ve felt all week.” Nor did he look alright, given the way he was staring at his fingers again before turning to look back at them. “And maybe a little... tingly,”

Given that he started rubbing his arms as if there was something crawling on them, Quentin's eyebrows shot up, and he glanced over at Nezh's friend. She seemed to know this place better than he did; maybe she knew where they could find something for hallucinating mad scientists who drank hallucinogens before the guy started talking about the spiders crawling up his arms.

“I should probably just get on with the work,” Nezhno said quietly, making his hands stop, and looking from Kitty back to the half-forgotten vise he’d set up.

"Umm yeah, no," Quentin said, going over and grabbing a stool and setting it down behind the other guy. How the hell did you explain to someone who was hallucinating that playing with lab equipment wasn't a good idea? "You sit, and umm...give directions. Impart wisdom. You can tell the Maker you furthered my education or something, he'll probably give you a medal."

Or at least, be relieved that Nezh hadn't ingested Pym particles on top of whatever that shit had been, figuring it was a can of Coke. He wasn't ruling much out at this point, and trying to shut down a giant-sized tattooed guy while he was hallucinating wasn't his idea of a good time.

...okay, granted, it'd definitely be something to take pictures of. But yeah. Resisting the impulse to try it anyway.

"Still thinking we shouldn't have run a scan on the stuff?" he asked Kitty, hopefully too quietly for the other guy to hear.
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Should they call the healers?

God, she really hoped not, but considering Nezh had just drank Nemesis' blue goo, who she'd never, ever heard of anyone drinking before now (even if there was suddenly a run on sucking down the stuff, apparently), it wasn't an easy call. Not that she didn't think Nezh knew what he was doing, or that Forge didn't know what he was doing, but...

Well, the latter had possibly already been under the influence of goo, so she wasn't sure how to feel about that. Plus, could the healers counteract that stuff if they needed to? Could anyone, other than Nemesis, who'd just laugh at them for asking?

So...no? Maybe?

“I’m alright,” Nezhno told her, sounding like he meant it as he gave opening and closing his hands a try, probably to see if they felt any different. She wanted to believe that. She really, really did. And then she went back to remembering it was Nemesis and his blue goo that moved on it's own and went right back to being concerned.

God, if they called Cece now, after they let him drink that stuff, Cece would probably do things to them she couldn't even begin to imagine.

Even Quentin seemed to get that, and he'd only just got here, but Cecelia Reyes never failed to make an impression. That was for sure.

Okay, so maybe he really was okay. Hopefully he was okay. Hopefully he wasn't turning into some sort of goo zombie because she hadn't tackled and phased first for his own good.

Maybe she'd just give asking him if he was okay another try? Man, if she'd let Nezh break himself she might never forgive herself and she'd definitely never forgive Nemesis. Not that he'd care or anything.

“Alright,” Nezhno repeated, shrugging slightly, which she hoped was somehow a good sign. “Which is still about the best I’ve felt all week.” Still torn on the whole thing, Kitty nodded and just kept watching him with a furrow-browed, slightly concerned expression. Which was apparently catching, since Nezh started doing it, too, then looked down at his hand, then looked up at them again. Uh-oh... “And maybe a little... tingly,” he added, and was tingly bad? God, she hoped tingly wasn't bad.

"Like, a good tingly?" Kitty asked hopefully as Nezh rubbed at one of his tattoos, which made her want to wince. She remembered how much that would've hurt him just a day or so ago. Quentin had his own raised eyebrows going, looking her way, and the brunette shrugged helplessly. This was completely new territory for her here.

“I should probably just get on with the work,” Nezhno said quietly, looking from her to the vice still holding the square of fabric and her teeth tugged lightly at her bottom lip, eyes automatically going that way, too. Well, maybe he had a point-

"Umm yeah, no," Quentin said, going over and grabbing a stool and setting it down behind the other guy.Erm...okay then. "You sit, and umm...give directions. Impart wisdom. You can tell the Maker you furthered my education or something, he'll probably give you a medal."

Frowning slightly, unsure, Kitty glanced over to Nezh. Well, okay, he could probably do that while they waited to see if the tingling amounted to anything. Except it was kinda his project, so he'd probably want to do more than just direct and impart wisdom.

"Still thinking we shouldn't have run a scan on the stuff?" Quentin asked quietly, and she kinda shrugged. As much as she was dubious about people, especially people she liked, ingesting anything from Nemesis, Nezh wasn't a little kid and she ultimately couldn't tell him what to do.

Plus, she still wasn't sure it wouldn't have eaten the equipment.

"Okay, yeah, maybe we should just work on the uniform stuff," she said, grabbing the emergency escape hatch of deflection and looking around the lab. "We could get some more material and come at it from a couple of different angles, since Quentin's here to help, right?"

Maybe the angle of...everyone trying to 'train' uniform pieces for stuff at once. That'd be fun, right?
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How was he feeling?

Alright, Nezhno told Kitty again when she asked, because it was true. It was also the best he’d felt all week, though now that he came to think about it, looking at his fingers open and close and trying to decide whether they hurt less than they had before the goo had settled in his stomach, the Wakandan boy had to admit that there was another sensation there too. They felt a little... tingly.

"Like, a good tingly?" Kitty asked hopefully, while Quentin just raised his eyebrows, looking like he thought there was no possible way that ‘tingly’ could have that modifier put in front of it. Nezhno only shrugged as he looked up from the experimental rubbing he was trying on one of the tattoos, which wasn’t helping the tingly, insect-like sensation disappear from inside his skin anyway. Though the movement of his neck and shoulders brought with it an almost familiar lurch of pain, and he winced just afterward.

Not good enough to have changed that, apparently. Or not this quickly. Though his neck did have that same tickling, tingling sensation now, and it was a little difficult to try to ignore the urge to chafe at that.

He should probably just get on with the work now, and give his hands something else to hold so they couldn’t start wandering.

Kitty really shouldn’t feel like she needed to give him that look when he said as much though. She was worrying her lip with her teeth again, like she wasn’t sure whether to be worried or to go with the vise. She knew what it was like to have to have something to do for distraction, though - she’d said as much, on the very first day. So...

"Umm yeah, no," Quentin said, and when Nezh looked around, the pink-haired boy was placing a stool next to him, for reasons that weren’t immediately clear. "You sit, and umm...give directions. Impart wisdom. You can tell the Maker you furthered my education or something, he'll probably give you a medal."

What was the word in the English language when you’d moved beyond ‘puzzled’? Frowning slightly in the midst of that level of confusion, whatever the appropriate word for it was, Nezhno could only manage a somewhat blank stare for the other boy. There was a nice gesture in there somewhere, he thought, or there was supposed to be, but how was sitting there, with nothing to do except to ‘impart wisdom’ supposed to help with restraining the urge to rub away at his arms and his neck, and... now his legs too.

Would sitting on his hands help?

No, Nezhno decided, meeting Kitty’s frown and deciding to just take a pass on confusion for the moment, turning back instead to the vise and its square of cloth, which he bent over, holding his hands out in front of it long enough to check that they were still steady, in spite of the tingling, then going to readjust the delicate network of tension he’d been setting up when Kitty had first come in.

Quentin was murmuring something or other again behind him, but not loud enough to hear, so presumably it hadn’t been meant for him. And that was fine too. He’d just get on with things, because it did seem to stop the urge to rub his skin, if not the tingly sensation itself.

Or it had, until he’d started thinking about it again.

"Okay, yeah, maybe we should just work on the uniform stuff," Kitty said, loud enough to be easily heard. Nezhno carefully took his hands away from the vise and straightened, before turning her way again. She seemed to be looking around the lab, as though seeking inspiration about how to get on with that. "We could get some more material and come at it from a couple of different angles, since Quentin's here to help, right?"

Was that what Quentin was here to do?

Well... that would make a lot more sense than talking about the Maker’s sex life, or asking questions that made it seem as though he knew an awful lot and nearly nothing at all at the same time, or acting as a self-appointed quality control for Dr Nemesis’ work, Nezhno supposed. Why he’d been doing all those other things, instead of saying as much, didn’t quite make sense either, but that probably didn’t matter. “If you’d like to, definitely,” the tattooed boy said, looking from Quentin to Kitty and then back again, before gesturing to a small pile on the bench behind them where there were a few more test square pieces of unstable molecule-based material.

“It’s about training ‘them’ - the molecules, that is,” he said, returning to the same explanation he’d been giving a little while before. “They can do just about anything, but they need to learn what they’re supposed to do in a uniform,” he continued rubbing the back of his neck again without thinking about it, failing to notice the fact that he was doing it at all, let alone that he was managing to do it without wincing. “For Veil, that means they need to be able to explode, disperse, then reform again when she rematerializes.” Gesturing with his other hand vaguely, fingers opening as if exploding, then contracting again into a fist, before he turned a wry smile toward the other two, shrugging self-consciously. “So far I only seem to have got to the trick of teaching them to be explosion proof,” he admitted.

Which wasn’t going to help Veil at all.
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As soon as the words were out of his mouth and he caught sight of the way Shadowcat was frowning at him, he knew this suggestion, just like any others he'd made, wasn't going to fly. Honestly, though, anyone in their right mind knew that you didn't let people who were under the influence of anything work with lab equipment or chemicals. Or, y'know, Pym particles, given that they could not only result in a hallucinating giant sized version of Nezhno, but had already driven their creator nuts.

But hey, what did he know, right? His question as to whether or not Kitty didn't think now that they should've run a chemical inventory of the blue shit's components met with a similarly noncommittal shrug, and she changed the subject entirely. "Okay, yeah, maybe we should just work on the uniform stuff. We could get some more material and come at it from a couple of different angles, since Quentin's here to help, right?"

Huh? When had he said that? Well yeah, maybe he'd kind of implied it, and he probably would've, but...

“If you’d like to, definitely,” the Wakandan genius idiot said, looking from him to Kitty and back again before waving his hand towards a pile of material on the bench. “It’s about training ‘them’ - the molecules, that is,” he said, returning to the same explanation he’d been giving a little while before. “They can do just about anything, but they need to learn what they’re supposed to do in a uniform,” And right, there he went with the skin rubbing again. Yeah. This was gonna be great. “For Veil, that means they need to be able to explode, disperse, then reform again when she rematerializes.” Gesturing with his other hand vaguely, fingers opening as if exploding, then contracting again into a fist, before he turned a wry smile toward the other two, shrugging self-consciously. “So far I only seem to have got to the trick of teaching them to be explosion proof,” he admitted.

"Why not just put them on her and let her do her thing?" Quentin asked, eyebrows arching as he went over and picked up the container that had held the blue goo. "I'd think they'd get the idea a whole lot better than you trying to fake it." He peered into the container, and yep. There was residue. Great, he was going to need that. "Anyway, sounds like you guys got it covered. I'm just gonna take this," he waved the container, "and see if whatever's in it can do its thing without ingestion."

Hell, he could test it on the SHIELD agents in the holding cells or something, see if they start feeling bugs crawling on them, too. Or seeing them. If they did, he was personally replicating a gallon container of the stuff. You never knew when something like that'd come in handy.

He started out of the lab, container in hand, but paused in the doorway and smirked. One last comment for Nezh to think about, assuming he was going to have braincells left when the goo was done doing its thing. *You're probably gonna want to hide it better if you don't want her to know,* he pointed out. Honestly, he couldn't believe she hadn't figured it out herself. He hadn't even needed telepathy to figure out that. *Good luck with the bugs!*

With one last negligent wave, he headed off to find whatever lab they were using for chemistry experiments. He had hallucinogenic blue slime to analyze.

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