(no subject)

[no_more_hiding]

Hank is sitting in a booth, papers and notebooks about him, a turkey and swiss on rye off to the side (half eaten*) and a large mug of coffee he keeps sipping from as he writes.

If one were to peek over his shoulder at the notebook he's currently writing, you'd see sentences such as:
Portable Cerebro?
Non-magnetic materials for building aircrafts? Non metallic?
   How does E. affect metals as he does?
Miniature walkietalkies
   WT that can function with Cerebro?
Combat room?
   Heavy bags
   Gymnastic equipment
   Targets
   Mannequins (robotics?)
   Flamethrowers/guns?
Computer system

Someone appears to be brainstorming...

[OOC: *He's learned to accept that his body needs fuel, especially in its current state.]

(no subject)

[cutting_edge_physics]

The front door opens, allowing in some crisp leaves (and some not-so-crisp escaped napkins from the hot dog guy down the street), as well as one experimental physicist/engineer. Now, see, she was going to take apart this toaster she found in a dumpster back at the Firehouse, but here will work just fine too, and she bets she can get, like, all of the Pringles here.

The best plans are the ones that are adaptable, after all.

So, engineer, with toaster (and her conveniently portable toolkit), headed for the Bar.