Hank McCoy / Main Bar

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 Hank comes in excited and a little rushed, with a stack of comic books. With Charles and Erik away on their first mission to find and possibly bring back more mutants, he's decided to play it safe and not leave anything potentially embarrassing around and what better place to hide such materials than a magic bar?

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Assuming they don't attract other people's attention, of course.

(Ellen's trying not to be too obvious, because it's rude to stare, but... comic books. Even if they're not from Hubris Press they're still comic books.)



[OOC: I'm about to head out for an evening visit to the Aquarium, but I'll be back on later tonight!

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Well, as long as the person in question doesn't mock him, Hank is fine with sharing. Most of the publishers seem to be either Atlas Comics or Orbit Comics, which can been more readily noticed when Hank sets the stack down on the bar and they slide over.

"Oh no!" He exclaims, lunging to save them from falling to the floor.

[OOC: No problem. =)}

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"Whoa whoa whoa-" Ellen ducks to grab at them herself, because you don't let books hit the floor at home. You just don't. "Sorry! Sorry, they- I think they're all right-"

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"No, no. My fault!" Hank replies with just as much enthusiastic, yet polite nervousness. "Thank you."

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"You're welcome. I don't think I've seen these before," Ellen says, backing up a step. She'll drop the subject immediately if it seems to be causing problems; Vault manners dictate that you don't push unless necessary. "I mean. Around here, anyway."

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"You're welcome to read them if you'd like," Hank says cautiously. He knows girls read comics but very few people his, and what he assumes is her age will admit they still read them. "Most of these are science fiction adventures. Captain Cosmos or Flash Gordon and the like."

"I was planning on leaving them with Bar for a week or so but if you want to read them, you're welcome to borrow them."

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"I could probably trade you, if you wanted," Ellen offers. "For the meantime, I mean. My issues of Drake Tungsten and Grognak the Barbarian are all reprints, but I do have to bring them back home sooner or later or the Scribes on the reprinting project will start asking awkward questions."

It's standing policy among the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood to reclaim every single book or other printed matter that can still be read, whether a college textbook or a child's story or five pages of advertising from a pre-War magazine. They all offer windows into a past that no longer exists. Comic books from before the War are no exception, in the Order of the Quill's eyes.

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"I'd like that," Hank replies with a smile. "I'm not familiar with either of those titles but I'm also looking for new things to read. I promise to read them in bar so you won't have to wait for my return, in case I get locked out for an extended period of time."

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"Oh, Grognak's great," Ellen says. "I don't know how they managed it but the artist was good enough at rendering the fight scenes that you could teach yourself swordsmanship from it- I mean, assuming you didn't mind that some of your moves were designed for going up against giant snake monsters and evil sorcerors and things like that. And Drake Tungsten's from the same company- it's about a cowboy who finds a time-traveling car from the future and winds up having to bounce around history and the future trying to make sure things come out right. I don't have as many issues of that as I do of Grognak, but we're working on it."

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"Nice collection." Jay comments with no mocking at all. He's stretches out at a table, his feet on a chair and a robotic arm across his knee, wires trailing out from a broken shoulder joint.

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Hank's head whips about, startled. If the floppy on the top of the pile can be trusted, the main theme seems to be science fiction adventurers like Flash Gordon.

"Thank you," he says cautiously, still expecting teasing. "But they're nothing special."

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"I don't know. Looks pretty impressive to me." Jay pushing his robot parts aside. "Need a hand?"

{ooc: sorry for the slow tagging.}

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"That would be appreciated," Hank says once he pulls his attention away from the mechanical pieces on the table. "I should store these in a box!"

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"I'm sure the Bar could get you one." He gives Hank a hand to put them down, catching a couple as they slide off the top of the pile and make a bid for freedom. "If not I'm sure I've got something in the workshop that'll do the job."