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riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
buildsomething) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
[open] so don't worry about tomorrow
who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment
i. wandering
Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.
Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.
He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.
And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"
ii. drinking
Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.
It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment
i. wandering
Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.
Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.
He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.
And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"
ii. drinking
Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.
It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.
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The offer just gets a dismissive wave. Fellow engineer or not, he's pretty sure this guy won't have anything useful either. They never do. Tony's not the cutting edge for nothing.]
I'll figure it out. Not like I could get the materials to construct missiles here anyway.
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That dismissal really rubs Cisco the wrong way. He can be a little touchy (and knows it) about people just assuming they know what he can and can't do. Hard not to be, after Hartley and all the entitled assholes who had come before him, all the years of having to prove himself over and over again to every new professor or peer. ]
Suit yourself.
[ On an objective scale, hardly the most vicious of retorts, but there is a definite bite of iciness to his voice when he says it. And for Cisco, who is so often nothing but smiles and encouragement, it is a pretty drastic shift.
He'd been planning on just leaving it there, cutting his losses and just not wasting his time any more. Maybe when Tony had his memories back he'd chill out a bit. But then he pauses, just as he's about to go, frowning. Whoa there. ]
Whhhyyyy would you be making missiles in the first place?
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[Tony gives him a look, apparently oblivious to the sudden change in demeanor. If he'd been actively trying to be insulting he might have registered the reaction a lot quicker, but he's just. Thoughtless. Unconcerned.
And a lot more focused on figuring this guy out. Considering how familiar he'd acted, Cisco seems to be missing some pretty key information, which is. Weird. How do you know Tony Stark and not Stark Industries?]
I thought you knew about me.
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[ Cisco is staring at Tony, eyes a little narrowed. It was one thing to design a weapon or two, when the need arose. Cisco's developed weapons - the cold gun, the heat gun, notably. Look how well that had gone. And that had just been on a small scale. But for Tony to describe himself as a weapons designer, as if that is his primary focus, well. That's a bit different. And if he's not designing weapons for himself as a superhero, that pretty much leaves the military, and that's... well. ]
Yeah, I kinda thought I did, too.
[ It's pretty fortunate, for the both of them, that Cisco has been impacted by the same spores that have removed Tony's memories. Right now, Cisco is a little bit miffed, and a little bit suspicious, but he is not having a full-on paranoid meltdown, the way he would otherwise. Still, this conversation has gone from weird to weirder to deeply uncomfortable and he's ready to extricate himself at this point. ]
Just- forget it. Nevermind. I'll let you get back to whatever it is you were doing. Sorry for bothering you.
[ And with a resigned little wave, Cisco walks off; he needs to start looking into this memory loss business, and soon. ]