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"anthony" stark ([personal profile] servomotor) wrote in [community profile] xistentia2018-01-05 11:02 am

o1 👨‍💻 Nothing like a big bad bridge (open)

Characters: Tony Stark, CR, & YOU
Summary: A smol average height technologist superhero man goes about his business in the wake of war and random comedic holiday shenanigans. Some closed starters in the comments.
Date(s): Catch-all for January 2018!
Warnings/Notes: Mental illness, manpain, etc. Maybe some sexual content in here eventually!



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Whether in this world or the last, Tony Stark manages to be both a highly private person and incredibly easy to find. Most of the time, he can be found in his workshop, where he invents and repairs a range of machinery for people. Lately, he's been working on copying Xistentia's emotional energy conversion technology and turn it into something that the average citizen (or above average, depending on your self-concept) can use. Behold: sewing machines and weaving looms that feed off bursts of emotional inspiration, coffee machines fueled by your addict's desperation, and cars that go a little faster because you really really want them to!

The rest of the time, he might be found out and about, often in the iconic red suit. He's often preoccupied with brokering deals to acquire more scrap from the beach or trade with other people from contemporary worlds. You might catch him in dry debate, negotiating; you might even find yourself waved over and asked for your honest opinion about the value of a piece of chassis or energy source, in the middle of an otherwise incomprehensible technobabble conversation. Just remember: there is definitely a right answer.

However, in his off-hours, you might instead find him at your local liquor establishment or listening to some live multiversal music downtown, wearing an Immensely Doubtful expression on his bearded face. On the other hand, it's Tony Stark. Maybe that's just what his rich white boy face looks like.
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[personal profile] upside 2018-01-07 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
A metal one?

( is the response. the message is both a surprise and not - she was, of course, expecting it eventually, but eventually got pushed further and further back thanks to a certain christmas disaster, and it just became a 'one day' kind of idealization. not that a date is a lot to ask for, and neither because she thinks tony isn't interested, it's just that lives are busy and filled with chaos, and sometimes the points don't exactly meet up. shepard isn't especially worried.

though, there's a little pinprick of anxiety, but she's glad enough that it's there, because it means she hasn't completely lost her head since being here. tony's probably the best friend she's made on this planet - not to mention that he's certainly the best kisser, but she'll be the first to admit she doesn't exactly have a wide reference range when it comes to that. she's more comfortable around him than she is with anyone, and that's partly where attraction has stemmed from - comfort, and understanding, and a chiseled jawline.

anyway, she's comfortable enough to let herself into tony's workspace without knocking, padding in with an outfit most of the known galaxy has never seen commander shepard in: a dress. it's incredibly simple, and not too dressy just in case tony had been talking about his iron man suit, but it fits the occasion, nice and warm with long sleeves and a high collar, cutting off at her mid thigh. black velvet bunches forgivingly at end of it, hiding a thigh harness and a pistol strapped on her skin. you can never be too safe.
)

Hey.
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[personal profile] upside 2018-01-12 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
( looking back down at her dress, shepard's lips turn up in a crooked smile that is uniquely her own - tasteful and contained as ever, no masks, no lies. just the modeled patience of a solider trained by the most dedicated military in the galaxy, a woman formed by hardships and meticulous training regimes, who can still spare a goofy kind of grin in response to a boy that she likes. everyone's got something to hold onto that keeps them human - or keeps them krogan, or drell, or vorcha. shepard's is just humanity itself, and that beautiful, chaotic thing they call an earth.

she's not really thinking about it, at the moment. she's thinking about tony, who also gives her a lot of ... human urges. earthly desires, maybe.
)

I didn't know I was heading off to a battle, otherwise I would've worn my boots. Should I expect fighting every time you ask me out? ( hovered somewhat close to him, she reaches a hand out to straighten the already perfect lapels of his suit jacket, tilting her head, using it as an excuse to be close to him. she wore flats, obtusely aware of how much shorter he is. ) That sounds like us. ( fondly. she pats his chest before turning.

she knows the lay of the land pretty well at this point, so the structure in question gives her pause, an eyebrow raising in curiosity. her steps forward are unquestioning - she trusts him, as always - as she makes her way into the bubble, toward the brandy.
)

Hamster ball? ( she tosses over her shoulder. )
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[personal profile] upside 2018-01-27 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's an all knowing hum, which is really only partly knowing, because shepard herself is notoriously bad at the balance between a sense of duty and a sense of self, but. as with tony, it's little steps at a time, and most of the time, the mission seems a little bit more important than whatever she has going on in her head or in her heart. right now, with earth so far away and no respectable way of reaching it, it feels a little bit easier. the dread of doom is still looming over her head, as it does, and the threat of a fight is almost always at their ankles with the memories of the red warriors still fresh in their minds like battle scars. but - the war is at least at bay for now, and even if shepard would prefer to feel ... adequately prepared for battles to come, she can't deny that she likes this, too. being with tony, feeling relaxed. small things. balance.

she accepts the glass with her palm, silently trotting over to the mirrored wall of the - B.A.R.F., pressing gentle fingers against it. her head tilts, fiery red hair getting a little bit too long, brushing the top of her shoulder. tali would love this sort of thing. she was always - is always - excited about tech-type things, more likely to spend more hours rattling on about a sexy engine she saw than any of the quarian men on the flotilla. she and tony would get along, definitely. tony would get along with every member of the crew.

he's a book that takes a little more finesse to get the pages open - written in binary so the translation takes a little work, but she's getting through it, piece by little piece. being orphans is something else they have in common, shepard has learned, and her expression is just a little bit soft as she looks back over her shoulder to him. not pitying - understanding. she crosses back to him leisurely, this time with a smile, letting her eyes fall down first, before tracing back over him, toe to head. lavish and smooth.
)

How does it work? If it's F.A.T.E.S., then I'm guessing something like, ( she steps in close, a little bit too close, and finds tony's hand with her fingers, lightly tracing over his callouses before interlocking their fingers. ) this?
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[personal profile] upside 2018-02-08 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Glad I could help your character develop. ( the smile over her shoulder is smug, bemused. fondness finds her features like sunshine finds flowers. ) Lets see ...

( it's heat, mostly, that tony will notice. not absurd or unpleasant -- just a tingle of energy that hits his palm, purple static that shepard concentrates in her arm, building it up before surging it on the platform ... the b.a.r.f. lights up. there's no question to where she'll take them first, even if for a little while they're suspended in dark space, sandwiched between stars that are some light years away and still feel as if they're winking against their skin. she regains her bearings, focuses. and then she thinks.

it's a very urban place. the streets are white and clean and with an undercurrent of technology seeping in the very framework of this place, booming with life in every singular corner, respectable and seedy, the whole nine yards. the air is fresh here. artificial. somehow it's cleaner than the real stuff.
)

The Citadel. ( shepard explains. it isn't so crowded, but it is certainly busy, with different alien faces to be found at every turn. an asari holds hands with a krogan. a pizza delivery volus scuttles swiftly past them. ) It's a space station that was left from our ancestors, the Protheans, 50,000 years ago. You could consider it the ... capital of the universe. It's where the Council holds meetings, and ambassadors of all the different races make peace. It's also acts like a cultural hub for all different species. I have an apartment over, ( she points across from them, the flower-like structure of the citadel meaning that on one of the petals, you can look across and see another working at it's own opposite gravity. ) there. Technically it was my Captain's, but he gave it to me as a gift.

Want to meet some of my crew? They should be around here ... if I remember right.
Edited 2018-02-08 04:30 (UTC)