xp_logs | Jay & Hank - backdated yesterday

Jay goes to greet Hank and has a request that Hank can clearly read into.

Heading down the medbay hallway, Jay thought about how he was dressed to see Hank. It was a weird thought, coming from him since he'd never ever given it much thought to begin with but now, it seemed that he only wanted things to go smoothly, perfectly except that anxiety rippled up his back, anxiously unable to anticipate Hank's reactions to the drastic changes in Jay. It was what had him pause at the door, raking a hand through his thin red locks before he gave a brief knock on the door frame as the door wisked open.

Hank looked up to see another azure skinned mansion dweller entering the lab as he hung from the ceiling, nearly finished with his inventory. Netbook in hand, the doctor dropped to the floor with a flip to right himself. "Hello and welcome, what can I do for you to-" Hank stopped cold in his tracks, a moment of clairity hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Oh, my stars and garters, Jay? Joshua Guthrie?" He'd heard rumors that the young man had gone through some physical changes recently, but this was not what he'd been expecting.

After a startled moment, Hank smiled and continued toward Josh with his hand extended in greeting. "How are you doing, my boy?"

At first, Jay looked uncomfortable, like after seeing an uncle who he wasn't familiar with. Only when the hand came out did he take it, shake it and then release, running the same hand back through his hair. "Hey Hank," he smiled, balanced on one leg to take a step back. At least he'd worned his t-shirt. He gestured a circle around his face, again, the shy smirk not far from his features. "Liked yer look, thought Ah'd try it mahself. What'dya think? Maybe a bit lighter on the blue huh? Couldn't get the chest hair to grow - guys don't like it anyways."

A chuckle was his only response as Hank studied him for a moment, then, "I think it suits you well, Joshua. Lucky for you too, the chest hair is the worst part." Setting down the netbook, Hank thrust his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat. "What brings you in today, Josh? Or do you prefer Jay? I've always preferred Hank myself to Henry."

"Jay now. Ah kinda stuck to Jay after Ah left awhile ago. But anyways, Ah thought Ah'd come see you, maybe you know, you could help me out a bit." A hand came up, clearing his throat because it wavered slightly. "Like, help me out. This kinda wasn't volentary and Ah don't know a whole lotta 'bout mahself, like stuff--"

Holding up one of his large hands, palm open, Hank cut the younger blue-man off. "Jay, are you asking for assistance in gaining a better understanding of your further mutation or in acceptance of your new appearance. Either one promises results and I have a good deal of experience with both."

"Yeah, that's kinda what Ah was hopin' for," came the brighter reply. Jay's shoulders dropped and he leaned back against a table, but then thought better of it and instead, pulled his shirt up over his head. "Ah need help with this sorta," he said, turning around and showing Hank the external spine. "Metal wings come out, organic ones but Jean couldn't get much outta them. Sorta goes into mah subsconscious but Ah wanna know how far Ah can change that, yanno. Bad reactions and stuff."

Taking a pensive moment to put his glasses on, Hank slowly approached Jay. "Hrmm, this is fascinating," he said, inspecting the boy's metallic spine. "You say the wings are attached to your subconscious? Have they had any affect on you other than what I imagine is a rather painful emergence?"

"Sorta," he shrugged. "They sorta make me a lil' more aggressive, but Ah ain't sure if that's them or just me havin' a psychotic episode. Like uh, Ah get sorta pushy, in faces and stuff when things start to go bad. Ah use to bolt from everythin' but now Ah feel like Ah'm always itchin' to get into fights." Jay pulled his shirt off completed, using the band label to scratch at his bicep.

"Alright, perhaps gaining a better understanding of these changes can help with finding acceptance," he smiled and moved to a cupboard. "Would you mind," Hank began, taking a long syringe out, "if I took a blood sample?"

Jay stepped back at the syringe, smacking the base of his spine off thetable and immediately his wings shifted out even though he was in retreat. "Uh," he swaked, pointing and clearing his throat. "Maybe somethin' a bit smaller huh?"

Hank put away the needle, "I thought you might have that reaction." It had been why he'd selected such a large one in the first place, "Something smaller, something smaller," he muttered to himself, selecting a simple Needle Holder. "Ah, here we are," Hank approached the younger mutant, putting a vial into place. "I'd still like to get a sample when you don't have your wings out, see what changes there are in your hemoglobin."

This was almost as bad as being with his sister and he wondered if he'd regret the poking and prodding. "Okay, Yanno that big needle was really not necessary right, like that whole reaction thing right? No one likes long pointy things comin' that 'em." Even though he complained, his wings arched back and he held out his arm, slightly confident that he could hold his wings at bay for something like this. The bigger needle just startled him.

Carefully, Hank found the vein, cleaned the area and drew the blood in just under thirty seconds. "And with that, we're all finished," he said with a smile, "I'll run some blood work this weekend and see what I find. Would you like to meet on Monday to go over the results or would another day work better for you?"

Hank printed a label out for the vial and put them together in a test tube rack, taking caution to put the needle away in the proper bio-hazard container.

"Tues is better cause Ah'm workin' at Silver now," he said somewhat a little proudly. "Bartending," when Hank gave him a curious look. "Flarin' too. Like bartendin' flare, yanno, jugglin' bottles? Gets me a couple o' good slaps on the ass and good tips too. Funner then waiterin'."

Chuckling, Hank nodded, "Don't suppose you're off tomorrow. I will be running some tests on the danger room to make sure she's up to my quite-high standards. I would love to see what you can do now if you have the time."

Jay shook his head. "Sorry Hank. Ah ain't allowed. Garrison would give me an enema if Ah was using it, even with you." He ran a hand through his hair. "Ah kinda got into it with Shiro in there. They benched him and Ah got locked out. Can't do it without Garrison in there now."

"Ah, well, perfectly understandable. Though the point is to test the limits of the room so perhaps I can get Mister Garrison to lend your services to me." Hank put a reassuring hand on Jay's shoulder, "I know what you're going through is frightening, but you're not alone. We'll work this out together, Jay."

"Ah ain't really that scared or anything," he reassured Hank. "Seriously. Ah'm just a little frustrated, but it's gettin' better. Ah'm on the team too... well, no, Ah mean, more of a trainee and stuff, but it's still somethin."

Giving the younger man's shoulder a squeeze, "Good to hear. Come back on Tuesday and hopefully not before, alright? We'll go over the blood work to see if it illuminates anything uncanny or astonishing."

"Alright," Jay slid out from the hold on his shoulder and headed out, ducking under the door before pausing. "Thanks Hank. Ah'll bring ya some pie that Ah leanred to make."