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nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-19 03:28 pm
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So True of Aim With His Marshmallow Laser
Jay had less of his senior year in front of him than he thought. He was behind on his senior year job shadowing. Most of his fellow students on the rez had access to all the Keewazi technology businesses and labs to do theirs in. He was in New York City and had fewer options.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
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Then she set to work on the trickier, autonomic portions of his brain. She disconnected his limbic system from his endocrine system and adrenals, because it just wouldn't do to have a full blown Hulk crashing around, now would it? The she shut down the part of his brain stem that controlled his breathing.
She giggled. "Oops. sorry about that."
She reactivated it.
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He walked forward, bent down, and gently cupped Jay's chin in one hand.
"Oh Fortune, like the moon, thou art changeable, ever waxing and waning... I bet you're wondering how this happened, aren't you, boy? I'd love to take credit, but you just fell into my lap once again. I just could not believe my luck when I saw what was on the closed circuit camera feed from the lobby. Oh, didn't my old associate Mr. Essex's lovely daughter tell you? I own this entire building, yes, I do. I don't mind telling you, it cost me a fortune to undo the damage you did to me the last time... a fortune. But it's ok now. You're going to have the chance to make it up to me."
Dr. Green turned away.
"Take him to the lab."
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He wanted desperately to do something. Punch Dr. Green in his face and run away. All he could managed was a huffed breath and widened eyes.