Post by Yellowjacket on May 7, 2008 5:06:12 GMT -5
Doctor Henry Jonathan Pym was happy to start a bold new chapter in his life. He'd left New York behind for the last time. Today marked his future. He'd moved to Ivy Town, Connecticut to pave a new path for himself. He was aware that Ivy Town was home to another shrinking hero, one that started his career around the same time, but that wasn't why Hank came.
Hank had applied to the Ivy Research Centre for a staff position. He'd been accepted and was about to start some serious lab-work again. He found the Ivy Research Centre interested in his cybernetics and planned to implement a new kind of interfacing for war. Nothing like the recent events of the world inspired this more. Hank knew the downside would be having to be compared to Ray Palmer and the other Atom. It didn't remain his significant worry.
Hank kept calm as he found a hotel. He went into its front office, a nicely stled old-homely building with heavy oak doors. The good doctor found himself paying for a room and having to sign off the guest book. He signed; Doctor Henry J. Pym and put the pen down.
"Oh, a doctor, hey. A real doctor?" The homely woman behind the front desk asked looking at his signature.
"By all academic uses of the term, I am a doctor. But I don't heal the sick. I'm a biochemist. Part-time roboticist if needed. So, by your terms, no I'm not a real doctor." Hank smiled, nervously. He liked Ivy Town. It was strange but quaint. Quiet enough that he wouldn't need his costume often, but weird enough another protector wouldn't hurt it.
The good doctor walked out of the office, grabbing his key and went to search for his room. He'd paid extra to get a room fit for a king. Or at least someone who could sleep in a nice comfortable bed. The Ivy Inn didn't seem his best hope, but it was a lovely little place with a restaurant just through the front office.
With a satchel on his back, Henry Pym walked until he found his room. It was ground floor, which didn't bother him, and the largest room on the ground floor. It has a reasonably sized bathroom, an actual comfortable bed, a large flatscreen TV and two lounge chairs. It was big enough for a family. Hank had it all to himself. He stood in the doorway for a while, putting down his satchel, and looking at his new surroundings. This was a new beginning.
Hank had applied to the Ivy Research Centre for a staff position. He'd been accepted and was about to start some serious lab-work again. He found the Ivy Research Centre interested in his cybernetics and planned to implement a new kind of interfacing for war. Nothing like the recent events of the world inspired this more. Hank knew the downside would be having to be compared to Ray Palmer and the other Atom. It didn't remain his significant worry.
Hank kept calm as he found a hotel. He went into its front office, a nicely stled old-homely building with heavy oak doors. The good doctor found himself paying for a room and having to sign off the guest book. He signed; Doctor Henry J. Pym and put the pen down.
"Oh, a doctor, hey. A real doctor?" The homely woman behind the front desk asked looking at his signature.
"By all academic uses of the term, I am a doctor. But I don't heal the sick. I'm a biochemist. Part-time roboticist if needed. So, by your terms, no I'm not a real doctor." Hank smiled, nervously. He liked Ivy Town. It was strange but quaint. Quiet enough that he wouldn't need his costume often, but weird enough another protector wouldn't hurt it.
The good doctor walked out of the office, grabbing his key and went to search for his room. He'd paid extra to get a room fit for a king. Or at least someone who could sleep in a nice comfortable bed. The Ivy Inn didn't seem his best hope, but it was a lovely little place with a restaurant just through the front office.
With a satchel on his back, Henry Pym walked until he found his room. It was ground floor, which didn't bother him, and the largest room on the ground floor. It has a reasonably sized bathroom, an actual comfortable bed, a large flatscreen TV and two lounge chairs. It was big enough for a family. Hank had it all to himself. He stood in the doorway for a while, putting down his satchel, and looking at his new surroundings. This was a new beginning.