Anthony Edward Stark (
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[ o p e n ] it's like a test it's like a game
who: Tony Stark and various others
what: gotta catch 'em all
when: The month of May
where: The Quarantine (more specifically, the defence office, the communal housing, wherever you want to find him)
warnings: Tony Stark is a warning. But in all honesty probably language, I will update if anything changes.
notes: feel free to ping me on plurk (estivaate) or discord (estivaate #9914) if you want a starter! I don't plan on having Tony affected by the fireflies himself, but if you want to have your character interact with him, that works too! (Or you have an amazing idea I can subject Tony to, that is also a thing.
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entry_info={ .00 span:TEAANDMAGIC, engage:TRUE, filter:STRANGE }
entry_info={ .00 span:MACHINES_R_LYFE, engage:TRUE, filter:OPEN }
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what: gotta catch 'em all
when: The month of May
where: The Quarantine (more specifically, the defence office, the communal housing, wherever you want to find him)
warnings: Tony Stark is a warning. But in all honesty probably language, I will update if anything changes.
notes: feel free to ping me on plurk (estivaate) or discord (estivaate #9914) if you want a starter! I don't plan on having Tony affected by the fireflies himself, but if you want to have your character interact with him, that works too! (Or you have an amazing idea I can subject Tony to, that is also a thing.
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From the information that he got out of Loki the day before, he was supposed to wait until he was sent specific coordinates before he went cavorting about the moon. Well, not specific coordinates, apparently they were 'vague astral points' or something like that, but they would work as well as they could hope in order to get Tony to the other side of the moon in his armour to locate the mineral that the god was so keen on having.
Honestly, Tony wasn't entirely sure why he had agreed to this (yes he did), but he had, and at least it got him out of his own head and out into the world around them and--
Well, he could certainly use the time to also take some scans of the moon, diagnostics and maybe some deeper scans to figure out just what the hell might be in some of the jungles. Not that all of his scanners and aspects of the suit were up and running at an optimal level just yet, but it was still better than nothing that was for sure.
Humming a quiet tune, Tony flipped the faceplate of the armour down and dialled 'Starshine' in his phone, talking as soon as the godling picks up.
"So, I am caffeinated and ready to go, I am also waiting outside patiently for you to get your sleepy ass out of bed and get down here." There is a smirk on his face, in his voice, as he speaks. "I have a present for you."
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Tea. Tony had promised Stephen tea (and the good kind) for helping him out with the whole magical glitter flower bullshit, so Tony went out and got more tea than he thought any one person might possibly want to consume in a week. Then again, Stephen was known for making more than a few ridiculous life choices, so maybe he would consume it in a week.
Tony hoped not.
The point was, he was looking incredibly proud of himself for the basket of assorted teas (the best of the best here, apparently), fancy new kettle, and tentacle mug up to the common area. Honestly, he was the most proud of the mug, it did look an awful lot like the terrors that Stephen liked to consume, so clearly Tony had to get it as a part of the thank you gift.
Putting everything on the table, Tony began to get to work to make a cup of tea.
"Stephen! Your payment for glitter is here!"
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If anyone were to wander past the office belonging to Michael and Tony, they would be greeted with pure chaos and noise. And even some chaotic noise, just to make sure that everything was well rounded out.
Tony had pushed furniture to one side of the room and, in order to keep the sentient toasters and coffee makers out of the communal kitchen, had more or less turned half the office into his workshop. That meant that there was loud music (well, loudish music), pieces of scrap metal and salvaged things strewn all over, and more tools on sitting surfaces than was probably healthy. There were also scribbles of ideas plastered on every available surface, a few computers and tablets with bright blue light projecting static looking schematics (clearly, Tony missed his workshop and Friday and her capabilities, he still wasn't back up to speed here).
Oh, there was also a lot of cold coffee, half consumed, in mugs all over the place. Because sometimes Tony didn't pay much attention to where he left his mugs when he was doing something.
If you are feeling adventurous enough, you can wander in. Just watch the roomba that will probably try to eat your shoelaces.
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Ever since the festival a few weeks back, Tony had discovered that he had developed one hell of a sweet tooth. Well, perhaps not a really sweet tooth, just a pointed appetite for the delicious chocolate pastry that he found at one of the food vendors. He knows that it wasn't one of their seasonal specialities (he made sure to ask about that) but he didn't ask where the place was usually located when not sitting in the middle of the park.
So, whenever the genius got the time, he set out to find himself those delicious little pastries filled with chocolate.
And sometimes, in his wanderings, he looked more than a little lost.
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He won't fuck it up.
The basic coding, however...
Tony tapped a few more commands in, snorting at Steve's easy confidence.]
Hey now, leave Cake here alone! He hasn't done anything to deserve your comparing him to toasters!
[ Even if he could see a slight resemblance. Maybe. If you squinted.]
Mmm, first I just want to make sure it can lock on and track your movement. Start off slow, almost normal human movement, before speeding up. Just like... I don't know, run around. Pretend you're lapping me on a track or something.
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He faces Tony directly so he can give him a salute, and if that's too familiar, at least it's over in the next second as Steve starts jogging around the open area, going off twenty yards and then returning like he's just going out for a light run, although aimlessly. And then he takes off, running at full speed and veering to the side to jump some obstacles and give the tracking system a challenge. He leaps and lands right in front of it like he's ready to fight. ]
Something like that?
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It takes a moment for Tony to shake the memories free, to focus on the data and feed that the turret provides him with in order to ensure that he gets optimal readings from them.
The program is able to track Steve's movements with minimal glitching, which Tony considers a great success. He flashes a grin over the coding at Steve.]
Perfect. Mind running it again? It snagged a bit when you initially took off. So maybe more slow than fast? I need to figure out why it's doing that.
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[ Steve grins, which is the first real grin he's offered Tony since arriving. The little smiles and expressions he's shown have been friendly enough, but he's had trouble being content and happy around Tony with the strange tension between them and the memories of fights affecting them both. At least while running tests he can focus on the action and not on the doubt he has in his relationship with his friends. This time Steve starts off at a slow jog, letting the pace ease into a run after he does a few wide laps around the area. He speeds up gradually, finally breaking into a full run and dashing straight at Tony, stopping short but a little too close--because Steve, much like a racehorse, revels in the challenge. ]
Was that better?
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It isn't the one up for hip replacement surgery there, grandpa. It's just too young, fails to grasp object permanence at this point.
[ which is mostly true. the program is tracking and tracing Steve easily when he is moving quickly, it is just having a hard time processing initial movement. the second time that Steve runs the track though goes far smoother. the program is able to follow Steve with ease, even manages to project four possible directional possibilities based on his prior movement and current trajectory.
it brings a bright smile out of Tony. a smile that he turns up from the program to Steve's face with a quirk of his brow and amusement in his eyes.
he doesn't move back, just meets his gaze head on.]
Perfect. Cake even managed to pitch potential movements for you. He's learning.
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[ The friendly teasing gets Tony a smirk. Steve's eyelids lower, half-shuttering his eyes with easy confidence as he walks up to the machine to get a better look. The smile he gets from his old friend is one he hasn't seen in months, and seeing it now just brings that to Steve's attention. It's been too long. ]
You should teach him to play catch. We could have a game.
[ That might be flirting with risk, but Steve is having more fun helping Tony test out his tracking system than he has in a while dealing with the man. It feels nostalgic, and he can't help being swept up in the moment. ]
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I can teach it to stun you rather than track you if you want, think of it as laser tag with actual lasers.
[ a pause, a few moments of him fixing a few different coding logarithms before he is turning his attention back to Steve, amusement still on his face.] Now, that can be for the next testing round, think if we turn this around to the ruins and forest there and see if you can sneak up on it?