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Hank McCoy
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Reposted by Hank McCoy
November 2, 2025 at 5:19 AM
[ Starter @bannersmash.bsky.social ]

The laboratory had been temporarily transformed into a curious hybrid between a salon and a study, stacks of journals sat neatly beside a polished tea tray, the scent of chamomile, bergamot, and polished metal filled the air.

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October 18, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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October 17, 2025 at 9:03 AM
Ah! What a marvelous day to be both alive and caffeinated!

The world feels just a bit brighter when one's neurons are properly stimulated . . . Preferably with tea rather than chaos.

Let's make today something worth quoting later, shall we?
October 15, 2025 at 2:16 AM
// Sorry, I'm very slow with replies and everything ... But I'm trying 👍\\
October 13, 2025 at 4:27 PM
[Start for @toxiclips.bsky.social ]

The laboratory was quieter than usual for once, no hum of machinery or ticking monitors only the calm, deliberate symphony of porcelain and steam.

Hank moved with practiced grace, his large blue hands remarkably gentle as he arranged an assortment of tea
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October 12, 2025 at 5:50 AM
[Start for @angeloflight.bsky.social ]

He adjusted the placement of each cup with the same precision he reserved for his laboratory instruments.

"Perfect temperature.. . "

He set aside a small plate of butter biscuits, each one aligned like data entries on a graph.
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October 12, 2025 at 5:21 AM
[Start for @countingseconds.bsky.social ]

He'd prepared for this meeting with precision, careful hands placed sugar cubes in perfect alignment beside the saucer, though he suspected Contessa was not a woman easily softened by sweetness

The scientist's large frame settled back into his armchair
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October 12, 2025 at 4:34 AM
[Start for @songbirdcanary.bsky.social ]

He adjusted the porcelain teapot with delicate precision, his claws careful not to chip the fragile rim, a quiet melody of classical strings played from a gramophone nearby, one of his older, more sentimental devices.

"Splendid!"

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October 12, 2025 at 4:13 AM
[Start for @fracturedthwips.bsky.social ]
He adjusted the silver tray just so, aligning the cups by handle orientation, his tail flicked lightly as he poured steaming amber liquid into porcelain, the gentle clink of spoon against china harmonizing with the quiet music.

"Two spoons of honey. . . "
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October 12, 2025 at 4:02 AM
[Start for @reed-richards.bsky.social ]
"Darjeeling for clarity of thought and a hint of chamomile for civility, heaven knows one must be well-armed when conversing with a man whose mind can stretch farther than his limbs"

He arranged the sugar tongs and lemon slices with almost surgical precision+
October 12, 2025 at 12:02 AM
[ Start for @golden-darkness.bsky.social ]

He stood before the tea cart like a conductor before his orchestra, every movement was deliberate: sugar cubes aligned symmetrically, scones arranged by golden hue, cups warmed but not too hot, a fine porcelain teapot rested at the center.

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October 11, 2025 at 2:07 AM
[ Starter for @limbosmutantqueen.bsky.social ]

"Ah! Perfect" Hank murmured, carefully aligning the teacups upon a small wooden tray, each adorned with a motif of blue and white magnolias, a plate of scones rested beside it, along with jars of clotted cream and wild-berry jam he'd prepared himself
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October 11, 2025 at 12:16 AM
[ Start for @19thcenturymutant.bsky.social ]

Hank adjusted the silver teapot's position by a precise inch, the scientist's hands every bit as deliberate in domestic matters as they were in molecular biology.

Two porcelain cups—delicate, pale blue with fine gold trim—sat opposite one another.

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October 11, 2025 at 12:09 AM
//Tea time starters gonna be . . . oowowww
October 11, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Reposted by Hank McCoy
August 26, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking in his calm, eloquent tone

"Victor… My dearest, might I implore you— most gently— not to test the structural integrity of anything within Reed's laboratory? There are instruments here of considerable importance, both scientific and financial."

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October 8, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Might I propose, for the sake of science and our collective sanity, that we refrain from turning Reed’s laboratory into a competition of who can break the most equipment?

Much obliged — both the microscopes and my nerves thank you.
October 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM
October 8, 2025 at 12:28 AM
"A pleasure, as always, your timing is impeccable — I was just pondering the thermodynamic properties of molten alloys, and who better to appreciate such a discussion than one who commands the element itself?"

He chuckles lightly

"But perhaps a simple 'good day' will suffice for now."
"Hmm? Oh, good day to you, doctor!"

She waves politely, looking up at the blue build towering before her.
October 8, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Victor.
October 8, 2025 at 12:02 AM
October 7, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Ah, my love, always so direct in your pursuits. If you truly wish to befuddle him, might I suggest 'pseudointellectual megalomaniac'? It’s satisfyingly long, scientifically accurate, and will undoubtedly make him pause before deciding whether to feel offended or flattered.

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Soo, Doc, ya got one of those big, fancy words I can use to insult Reed with? Something horrible and long.
A colorless gas, my dear, notorious for its distinctive aroma reminiscent of rotten eggs.

It occurs naturally in volcanic gases, swamps, and, dare I say, certain locker rooms after training sessions.

Highly toxic in concentrated form, though I assure you {+}
October 7, 2025 at 11:50 PM
A colorless gas, my dear, notorious for its distinctive aroma reminiscent of rotten eggs.

It occurs naturally in volcanic gases, swamps, and, dare I say, certain locker rooms after training sessions.

Highly toxic in concentrated form, though I assure you {+}
October 7, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Looking up from a workbench cluttered with schematics, wires, and what appears to be a half-assembled miniature turbine

"Ah, Miss Pryde! Always a pleasure to see curiosity precede caution."

He gestures grandly to the contraption, which hums faintly and emits a suspicious puff of lavender smoke.
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Kitty wandered into the study of @hank-mccoy.bsky.social, book in hand. "Y'know, I was thinking about aerodynamics again because I wanted to get back into air walking and--"

Her eyes widened. "Erm... Do I *want* to know what your latest venture is, Dr. McCoy?"
October 7, 2025 at 11:34 PM