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Apr 21 2018, 01:41 PM
Location: The Vault, Superhuman Containment Center. Kearny, New Jersey.

The sudden ear splitting squeak of marker on dry erase board made half of the inmates wince as the instructor marked down parts of advanced equations on the board. Hank McCoy was standing there as the actual paid instructor napped, with said instructor having flat out said that she didn't give a shit what they did as at least a quarter of the inmates were mad scientist types. And she didn't have crap that she could teach people at that level.

Feeling a professional offense at such a wretched disregard of professional ethics, Beast had of course volunteered.

Turning around with a smile, Beast exuberantly said "And thus we can see how and why the principle of universal expansion makes sense, and how gravity has an impact on the passage of space time. So any questions?"

There was a sudden silence only broken by the raised hand of Crusher Creel, as the man known as the Absorbing Man said "Doc...... I just wanted to solve for X in this problem." Holding up his notepad, there were images of stick figures with boobs that Creel had drawn as he waited for an answer to 'X - 5 = 8'.

Staring at the problem, Beast sighed and said "Thirteen Mr. Creel. Thirteen."

Scribbling it down, Creel frowned as he then erased one set of boobs, taking the time to draw an even larger set on one stick figure. "Someday I will get my Jed," Creel said proudly.

Pausing and turning to Creel, McCoy slowly said "Don't you mean 'Gee Eee Dee'?" Carefully pronouncing it phonically to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding.

Beaming, Crusher said "Yeah! My Jed! No clue why people spell it out, trying to outsmart me!"

Sighing and putting his face in his hands, Beast said "No. It is an acronym. For 'General Education Degree'." Frowning deeply at this, Creel said slowly "It is not some acorn man." Tapping his temple, Crusher whispered "They aren't outsmarting me. Cause I'm smart."

Beast..... was sure he had never heard such a blatant lie in his entire life. And this is what I am reduced to, Hank thought in despair. Teaching the most dense cellmate ever.
Mar 5 2018, 11:43 PM
After his adventures in the Savage Land, Beast had gone to his apartment in New York City and had slept like the dead. For he was getting a little older, and sleep was a nice thing to replenish his energy. On getting up, he had heard of the chaos that leaving Logan in charge of anything with more sophistication than the flush toilet entailed naturally fell into.

But he hadn't expected his precious lab to be so destroyed.

He was standing there in a complete suit, custom tailored for his wide frame. Hank's glasses were delicately perched on his nose, a nose that smelled untold fluids and blood along with the burning scent of explosives. His eyes watered as he saw the wreckage of the medical lab, and he gingerly lifted one foot that was stuck on the congealing blood that indicated that Wolverine and Sabretooth had engaged in what was apparently their fetish of bloodletting.

The solid steel coffee mug slowly deformed as his fist closed on it, the tumbler not capable of handling the level of strength that McCoy was putting on it.

Letting the cub fall as the coffee spilled, Beast took in a deep breath to curtail the instinct to track the Canadian down. To simply slam his head and neck into the fork of a tree and see if he could simply yank the legs of Wolverine away as adamantium bones didn't protect against dislocation.

Instead, Beast slowly breathed in and out, letting the scholar beat down the part of him that bristled at his territory and domain being invaded. Narrowing his eyes, McCoy rumbled "I wonder if I can devise a rapid hair growth formula. For if I can, Logan can be used as a broom or mop." Sighing at the sight of the highly unsanitary sight, McCoy shook his head and said in frustration "He didn't even try to clean it. And somehow blew it up! When I took pains to remove all explosive ingredients."
Dec 26 2017, 01:24 PM
Beast was not an overly religious man.

Oh he knew there were plenty of things beyond his understanding, but he viewed even the 'magic' that Forge could utilize when he was an adult as more a form of science he had yet to understand. By the same token he tended to view the hellfires that Trevor could channel and empower things with as more an alternative energy source from a different dimension.

So the fact he was praying he was wrong was an odd sensation.

The sample the now deaged John Radigan had collected from the club had been a clue. Examining the drug that Backup had inadvertently consumed had lead McCoy to examine the drugs found in Roberto's room. And some of the structure of the chemical composition was frighteningly clear.

Slowly making his way into his office, Beast shut and locked the door as it was required before he could access the next part. Sliding his bookcase over on cleverly concealed tracks, he tapped in a code and put his hand to a touchpad to keep the substance contained in the hidden vault from being destroyed. As that security fell away, he spoke out "Hank McCoy. Beast," into a vocal recognition system. That disengaged the vibrational field set up to ward off attempts to phase into the vault. Spinning the mechanical tumbler, he then used a key to unlock the small vault and open it up.

It wasn't a large amount of space inside, less than a person could fit in. Which was in part to dissuade teleporters from trying, with the psychic inhibitors around the room being designed to render telekinetic and telepathic powers useless to get in that vault.

As that security rolled back, there was one final level. The last door of the narrow vault was steel surrounding a non radioactive depleted uranium core. There were no hinges. No slats or wheels. Simply a 5 ton door wedged in place. Which was a ore than secure feature by itself. It also set on pressure alarms set to alert security, with wiring set in the walls, floors, and ceiling of the mansion and on battery backups in case of loss of power. Tapping out a message that he was accessing the vault in case security got jumpy, he then pulled the door out.

Setting it aside with a grunt, he then looked in the small vault. There were various chemical and biological weapons sealed away, samples in case anyone replicated them and if McCoy needed to come up with a means of combating them. Anthrax. Smallpox. Ebola. A sample of an old Doughboy from the Second World War. Small fragments of cloned Marauders. Yet none of these were what Beast was interested in.

Tapping some keys on the side of the vault, a robotic arm got a blue vial of fluid and brought it over. Staring at it in sorry, Beast took it with a shaking paw and set it on his desk, resetting his security precautions.

Then he did a scan of the lab to ensure nothing else had escaped, and unlocked the airtight seals on his office. He felt the air rush in as it had set for negative pressure in the office, as a slight precaution in case a seal broke. Taking the vial to his work station, he let the scanners verify what he already knew.

Looking at the screen and then down at his paws, McCoy said in a tone that normally should convey profanity and rage "Oh my stars and garters." Hitting commands for recording his research, McCoy said "The mystery drug used on Backup and ingested by Sunspot has a familiar pattern. I am sorry to say, it appears as if someone has replicated and modified the formula I used to try to unlock genetic potential, resulting in my current blue and furry state." Staring at the pattern, McCoy softly said "This drug is a perversion of my research. Taking an idea of mine and twisting it into something profane and vile. Yet by the same token, it is my fault that it has been capable of being made."

Letting that thought sink in, Beast then sent that message to Jean Grey and Wolverine. He then looked down and considered how many lives his work might have destroyed by this tertiary use of his research. While logically he knew it was not his fault, in his heart he couldn't help but think that perhaps if he had done more or thought ahead, perhaps this plague would not be unleashed upon the world.
Dec 20 2017, 08:49 PM
And Things Were Not the Same Jan. 30th Beast and Arsenic discuss her future with the X-Men

Untapped Feb. 2nd Beast and Slate examine a strange rock
Too Many Nerds In One Room Feb. 3rd Beast, Forge, Shadowcat, Tech and Spider-Man work on web shooters.
Aptly Named Feb 9th Beast is called to the Danger Room on a medical call when Ion and Gunslinger use it.
Face to Face Feb. 13th Beast and Menagerie try unorthodox science to bring her memories back
Breakthrough, but Personal Nightmare Feb. 15th Beast Identifies MGH


  • One Day Too Late Oct. 22nd Beast is examining the students and abductees post Sinister Lab.
Oct 14 2017, 01:46 PM
Clutching the ceiling with his feet, there was a smile on McCoy's upside down self as he installed a holographic projector in the roof of the observatory. Padding around on specially installed bars that blended into the ceiling, he then moved aside and made sure the power was installed correctly.

Letting go and somersaulting around to land on his feet, his muscled legs took the impact with a grace and agility far beyond human. He managed to land as quietly as a cat despite his over 400 lbs of weight. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with the school logo on it with a pair of black sweatpants, both obviously sized up for his large frame. Grinning as he looked up he mused out loud "Excellent. Live feeds from various satellites and observatories from the world over, as well as a library of various images and our own telescope."

Tapping in a few commands, he then summoned images of various types of astronomical phenomena. The images were rendered in three dimensional detail, capable of being focused on and enhanced, moved around and examined.

Frankly it was amazing on an aesthetic level.

Some of it was McCoy had decided to focus on working on studying astrophysics, and as such needed to study astronomy for some fundamentals. And in so doing, had found that the school could have a better system in the observatory. Thus McCoy had spent a few days talking with various space agencies and observatories, as well as talking with SETI to get some information piped to the school.

All in all, he was happy with the set up. He just hoped that various students would be as well.

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