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xistentia2018-01-05 11:02 am
servomotor) wrote in xistentia2018-01-05 11:02 am
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o1 👨💻 Nothing like a big bad bridge (open)
Characters: Tony Stark, CR, & YOU
Summary: Asmol 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.
Summary: A
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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Rattaratatta. That's the sound of Tony Stark wheeling backward on a rolly chair, leaning back to look at whoever came in.
It's by coincidence that he's in here alone this afternoon-- most days, he has a few other engineers and blacksmiths to help with the fabrication of things. Most of the software and the idiosyncrasies of higher-level tech, he reserves for himself and his understanding of programming and physics, no offense to anybody else's genius-level IQ. He just wants the job done right. But it's a rotating crew he runs here, and in between rotations they take lunch breaks and potty breaks and have lives outside of invention.
Meaning that it's Tony, and Tony alone, who sees the girl come in with her little sweater and enormous glasses. He doesn't recognize her. Well, she seems-- familiar, and maybe... he'll figure it out in a few minutes depending on what the neighborhood's fourth walling preferences are, but for now, she looks like a very nice civilian girl. Very proper. Possibly bright.
"I'm here," he says. "Tony Stark, owner of this establishment. Welcome to the Enterprises. Not a deliberate Trek reference. I haven't slept in fourteen hours. What's your name?" He's holding something in his hands. Pieces of metal, a dim incandescence coming out of some LEDs, but pulsing gently like an organic thing. "What are you looking for?"
Fridayd-- his daemon, who looks like an android, rotates her head very suddenly. She just stares at Kara without comment.
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She realizes she's staring without comment for a few seconds too long and gives a half-apologetic, half-awkward laugh, adjusting her glasses.
"Kara Danvers," she says. "I'm, um... new...? Yes. I'm sorry, I just." She points vaguely behind her. "There was something about coffee outside, and I wouldn't say I was an addict , ha... but..."
Her Lumir, err... daemon? Shoot, it's so hard to remember she doesn't actually have a new pet Lumir, burbles behind her, invisible because apparently that genetic trait shows up for the daemons as well. She feels four little childish tentacle tips push against the backs of her legs until she takes a weirdly robotic step closer. Okay, okay! She's getting out! Look at her, interacting with locals! And not as a superhero!
It's progress!
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Tossup on the 'charming.' You'll get a variety of opinions if you ask around Xistentia.
"Cream," he taps the cannister off to the side. "Sugar." Then he extends an arm toward her welcoming her and her weird tentacle friend in. Tentacle friend? His eyes snap toward it. He half-remembers. His eyes cut to her face again, sparking with suspicion. "No chance you're here to order a machine?" he asks. "Maybe one to defend against killer robots who might have survived hand-to-hand combat from your alien cousin back home."
Tactful way of asking. But she doesn't have to answer, really. The coffee is free. She also doesn't have to buy anything.
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"You were supposed to be-" She cuts her hissed chastisement off, turning slowly with an uneven, guilty grin. She clears her throat, pushing her glasses up.
"Um, I am... here for coffee," she says, gesturing towards the coffee pot. "It's a machine that fuels off emotions. That's... hoo boy wow! That's pretty cool."
Is she distracting him? Is it working?
Probably not.
But... cousin. Cousin! She can work with cousin. It's a new one, and kind of sort of implies that she's not exactly human, but just because she's not human, doesn't mean she's Supergirl.
"So, I... see you've heard of my cousin. Yes. Supergirl?"
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"Your cousin," he repeats. Then he sits back down in his seat with enough force for the wheels to go ratta! and he slides backward a few inches. "Yes, your cousin Supergirl.
"Must be a limited genetic pool over where you come from, because that guy," he points at her tiny daemon and its excruciatingly adorable face, "looks a lot like her little guy. And something about your facial symmetry really just-- hangs together like hers. Funny story." He smiles a little, studying her with mild interest. How terribly humble. Sure, the Avengers have their share of individuals with multiple identities, but it's hard to picture Natasha slapping glasses on and fumbling awkwardly over explaining the next buxom redhead in her extended family.
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What? They have! Didn't someone clone a sheep or something? She vaguely remembers reading about that in high school. She can already feel this lie rapidly falling apart, but until it does, she's going to try and salvage it. Somehow.
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He can appreciate a commitment to a lie as much as the next rich white guy. It's fine. And he is certainly aware that cloning technology is ramping up back home. Not exactly his area of interest, but he does some light reading on scientific journals sometimes. Sexy nerd still is nerd.
"Cool," he says. "How do you like Xistentia so far? Freaked out by the red death robots? The promise of an apocalypse?"
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"It's fine! I mean, it's nice when we're not threatened by, you know, the end of all the worlds everywhere. Um, I live with Thea, if you know her? So I've been setting up our place there when there's time."
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"How's the roommate situation working out? I've been thinking of getting one myself, but my prospect is also a warrior woman. Not sure how much in the war of grisly trophies I want to invite into the home, if you know what I'm saying."
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