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kore_logs2014-07-24 03:21 pm
narcissistictendencies) wrote in kore_logs2014-07-24 03:21 pm
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Let's take a make-believe vacation
Who: Tony Stark and You (meaning, whoever wants to stop by)
When: 216?
Where: Tony's Lab
What: Tony in his lab doing Tony things. ...the age appropriate Tony things.
Warnings: None that I can think of? Just shenanigans.
Tony has actually been pretty busy and probably very scarce lately. The mechanical genius has been keeping to his lab and only leaves when he's forced to do so by splitting migraines. Those following his work would know he had found, modified, and reprogrammed a few nanites to delve under his skin and use them as an interface to reprogram the micro computers also under his skin that had once been used to summon his suit. Well, that little skill isn't very necessary here, and though the prehensile suit had been a terrific idea for back home, he had a better use for those computers.
Most of them had been re-purposed into monitoring his vitals, short-range sensors, wireless data-transfer to his phone--usually info sharing between his vitals and JARVIS--among other little basic Tony Stark needs with the help of the nanites. He had other intentions for them, but those were more in depth and time consuming, so they could wait.
From time to time, he likely had one or two young lab assistants, but to be completely honest, he lost track of when they came and went. He also lost track of what day it was, when he last ate, if he'd slept recently, or who was actually in the room when he started babbling. Fortunately, if he was alone, he had that mobile mini JARVIS app to respond to him, so he seemed less like he was losing his mind. Unfortunately, when he actually didn't expect a response, sometimes he got one and it would drag him from his head space to blink around at the world like a dazed deer caught in headlights.
At the moment, he was working on a strange piece of tech that the lab so graciously dumped on him while he slept. Hey, he wouldn't turn down gifts of weird technology, but he would appreciate someone at least leave a user manual with it. Or a Terms of Use. Maybe an EULA... Something! With that thought of frustration, the device discharged some kind of current--conducted through the tool in Tony's hand--to deliver a rather startling jolt up Tony's arm. The tool clattered to the floor as did the chair he'd been sitting in when he jumped up from it, muttering irately and pacing a small semi-circle away from the table.
"See? This is why I need my workshop! Do you hear me?!" He shouted angrily, looking up at the lights in the ceiling while rubbing the remaining jolt out of his arm. Oh, he was talking to the Machine, but it probably didn't care. He had angry outbursts from time to time when things didn't go his way. It was... normal. But if anyone were to walk in on him, or already be in the same room, this had been his first outburst after hours of silence. It was time for a break before he broke something. Someone might take this moment to distract him with conversation.
When: 216?
Where: Tony's Lab
What: Tony in his lab doing Tony things. ...the age appropriate Tony things.
Warnings: None that I can think of? Just shenanigans.
Tony has actually been pretty busy and probably very scarce lately. The mechanical genius has been keeping to his lab and only leaves when he's forced to do so by splitting migraines. Those following his work would know he had found, modified, and reprogrammed a few nanites to delve under his skin and use them as an interface to reprogram the micro computers also under his skin that had once been used to summon his suit. Well, that little skill isn't very necessary here, and though the prehensile suit had been a terrific idea for back home, he had a better use for those computers.
Most of them had been re-purposed into monitoring his vitals, short-range sensors, wireless data-transfer to his phone--usually info sharing between his vitals and JARVIS--among other little basic Tony Stark needs with the help of the nanites. He had other intentions for them, but those were more in depth and time consuming, so they could wait.
From time to time, he likely had one or two young lab assistants, but to be completely honest, he lost track of when they came and went. He also lost track of what day it was, when he last ate, if he'd slept recently, or who was actually in the room when he started babbling. Fortunately, if he was alone, he had that mobile mini JARVIS app to respond to him, so he seemed less like he was losing his mind. Unfortunately, when he actually didn't expect a response, sometimes he got one and it would drag him from his head space to blink around at the world like a dazed deer caught in headlights.
At the moment, he was working on a strange piece of tech that the lab so graciously dumped on him while he slept. Hey, he wouldn't turn down gifts of weird technology, but he would appreciate someone at least leave a user manual with it. Or a Terms of Use. Maybe an EULA... Something! With that thought of frustration, the device discharged some kind of current--conducted through the tool in Tony's hand--to deliver a rather startling jolt up Tony's arm. The tool clattered to the floor as did the chair he'd been sitting in when he jumped up from it, muttering irately and pacing a small semi-circle away from the table.
"See? This is why I need my workshop! Do you hear me?!" He shouted angrily, looking up at the lights in the ceiling while rubbing the remaining jolt out of his arm. Oh, he was talking to the Machine, but it probably didn't care. He had angry outbursts from time to time when things didn't go his way. It was... normal. But if anyone were to walk in on him, or already be in the same room, this had been his first outburst after hours of silence. It was time for a break before he broke something. Someone might take this moment to distract him with conversation.
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Last name only, as is standard procedure when she introduces herself. Only one person here knows her first name, on account of how much she loathes it.
"Missing your usual stomping grounds, I take it?"
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But the next question helped tone down the flirt a few degrees. "The usual grounds, the usual equipment, the usual artificial intelligence that hinders my progress with his safety procedures..." And the usual stunning redhead who barges into his shop and nags his ear off until he has to go join her for dinner or sleep, whatever the case may be. He shrugged. "Y'know. The works. I'm a little spoiled. Don't you miss anything of home?"
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"Well, handsome mechanic, you just have to keep checking the cafeteria's spoils," she chuckles. "Sometimes there are a few nice bottles in the cupboards. You just have to get to them before someone else does."
She almost doesn't answer the question, but in the end simply shrugs. "Life is better for me here, as depressing as that sounds. Even with the terrible lighting."