<div class="floatleft">(http://townsquare.media/site/622/files/2013/01/bat-beast.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Beast<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Hank Mccoy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lab/ Main Lobby<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 2:35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Neena Thurman<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Picture above with the add on of a white lab coat<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>“Sir.”</em>A robotic voice said speaking up through the intercom as the jazz music cut off.<em>“There seems to be a new arrival to the mansion.”</em><br/><br/>“Hmm?” A pair of cat like yellow eyes behind safety goggles flickered over to the intercom. “A new comer you say?” The voice was soft cultured and very intelligent. Which put his voice at odds with his actual appearance! Even though he could shift between his two forms he preferred to stay in his other form as much as possible.<br/><br/>The form of the beast.<br/><br/><em>“Yes sir.”</em>The robotic voice confirmed.<em>“A young girl.”</em><br/><br/>“Does she have any bags?” He asked as one of his feet came out. The dexterous feet easily plucked a small glass of Sauvignon blanc he’d been nursing all night. He leaned back from the microscope finally pushing the goggles up with one large hand as he took a sip of the fancy wine. “Ah.” He said with a sigh of pleasure. He often worked late, because it meant he had the place to himself and no fear of it changing. He did his best work in the silent twilight hours, and plus his… feline characteristics gave him a preference for the night.<br/><br/><em>“She does not have any bags.”</em>The house AI confirmed.<em>“She also seems to be smoking a joint.”</em><br/><br/>“Oh lord…” Professor Henry “Hank” Mccoy murmured with a shake of his head. “Not the best at first impressions is she?”<br/><br/><em>“No Sir.”</em>The house AI stated.<em>“Shall I turn her away?” </em><br/><br/>“We never turn them away.” Hank huffed finally pushing away from his desk. “Might as well update your programming to reflect that.”<br/><br/><em>“Consider my programming updated sir.”</em>The AI said as Hank threw his lab coat on over his simple blue spandex shorts. He made no move to secure it, instead letting it fan out behind him like cape as he moved to the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. The high speed elevator whooshed up silently taking him up to the lobby floor in a matter of seconds. The door dinged just as she began to adjust her makeup.<br/><br/>“Hello young Lady!” Beast said his voice booming across the oak paneling as he stepped out of the elevator. “I heard you come in, can I help you? Are you seeking shelter or a place to crash for the night?”