Let's take a make-believe vacation

[narcissistictendencies]

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.

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[commandertoolbelt]

"Dude. You okay?" Leo stopped at the door, eyeing Tony warily. He'd been in and out of the labs ever since helping Pajama Girl with her toy piano, moreso after he finally woke up one day after falling off his bed. Never before had he been so happy to be in pain, and he'd been ecstatic to get back to working on something, to actually feeling the machines. That nanotech Tony mentioned before had intrigued him, and he was determined to learn more about it and find his own use for it. There had to be something.

But that - whatever it is Tony was yelling at - that's new. Leo takes a few steps inside, giving it a curious look. "What's that?"

[blackmagus]

Wandering had been a mixed bag, as of late. While she hadn't discovered anything hostile, most of the labs were full of devices Fortescue didn't feel confident enough to mess with. And she wasn't exactly a slouch in the technology department. No Ivy Chance, for sure, but she'd rarely needed to ask for help before; she'd grown up with high amounts of technology.

A shout, though, that draws her attention, and Jazz stays behind a few strides as she pokes her head around the frame of a doorway. She recognizes the occupant, at least, even if he's been MIA for a little while.

"Loud and clear, darling," she notes, somewhat wry.

[clearasil]

Natalie, who had been sitting there for a few hours quietly murmuring to herself as she thought out loud, often chatting with JARVIS for a little tech help here and there, looked up suddenly from her work. She had been interested in a device she found somewhere in the building that look vaguely like a tablet from home, but she couldn't have been sure. Perhaps there was a way to program it to include books and other things that a teenager might need to keep herself from going completely batshit. Along with learning for the sake of learning, it was one of the main factors in driving her to actually be a competent tech person.

"Ouch," she said helpfully, standing up and pushing the goggles up her forehead, holding her hair back.