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[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.]

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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan glances at the notebook in passing and can't help himself. He pauses and comments, "Must be an interesting project."

[no_more_hiding]

Hank looks up and blinks a few times.

"Yes. Several actually," he replies as he knuckle rubs his eyes. Hard to do that with claws. "Part of the problem is not knowing what to expect or what might be needed, so brainstorming."

[jonathanparagon]

"Looks like you're expecting some pretty heavy stuff", he says sympathetically and gestures to a chair. "May I?"

[no_more_hiding]

"Please, feel free."

Hank grabs a pile of papers to give him room to settle.

"I am helping to set up a school for mutants, and we don't even know what sort of powers students might have." Hank laughs then. "I'm likely getting ahead of myself but I can't help tinkering or planning."

[OOC: Going to disappear to slowtime soon. Commute and then home life.]

[jonathanparagon]

"Ah, so computer systems and - defences", he says with a nod as he sits. "I'm Jonathan."

And he knows who Hank is, but he's been around Milliways long enough to know saying so is the worst form.

[no_more_hiding]

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hank McCoy. And yes, something like that. I admit the computer system is more for myself as it'd make designing and engineering much easier." Hank will quickly come to realize how much computers can do, given time.

"There is a...rival group of mutants whom I am not certain of. They may wish to leave us alone, or may wish us harm. It seems more prudent to prepare for harm, though I know my friend would argue against the idea."

[jonathanparagon]

"If they don't come to you, you won't need to use the defence systems. But it's better to have them than live to regret it." Because not everybody might live. "So you're the tech guy?"