[open] gimme fuel, gimme fire

[buildsomething]

who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Tony and his bots making themselves at home
when: September 4 - 30
where: Tony's workshop, shared housing, and anywhere in between
warnings: None yet


To the surprise of absolutely no one who knew him, once Tony's workshop was even moderately livable he essentially disappeared into it. He could occasionally be found heading back and forth towards where he (technically) slept, but that was mostly to grab something he'd forgotten or on the extremely rare occasions where he decided seeing actual daylight might be a good idea. Or someone else decided it for him, and was quite happy to hold his work hostage until he went along with it.

But being able to actually work, having his own private space to get things done, settled him in a way he couldn't articulate. A slight tension to his shoulders had loosened, something that would have been hard to notice until it was suddenly gone. Tony smiled a little easier, seemed much more pleased with himself with his hands covered in grease and soot.

With Dum-E and JARVIS there, the armor tucked into a corner like a watchful sentinel, it was almost like the best parts of the last few years. Sure the lack of his usual resources made it hard to forget that he wasn't exactly at home, but all said, Tony was about as settled as he was likely to get.

At least while dealing with everything else that got thrown at him, anyway.

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[talentedscavenger]

To be given permission to go and look at a robot--not a droid but a robot--was something Rey would not pass up. Though she was hard pressed to find a way out or off of Riverview, she still had the drive to learn. She wanted to find out how this robot worked, and what other creations or things Tony had. He said he was a engineer? Or something of it.

She was curious and a bit excited. This was a chance to learn something, without having to exchange for parts or portions. Though, maybe she should've grabbed something to say thank you to him. The funds she had were enough to help start her off, but she didn't want to use much of it unless she had to. Maybe if things progressed well...she could come back? With his permission of course--no, she couldn't get ahead of herself. She could allow herself this one opportunity and then she had to go back to finding a way back home.

Rey came upon the door to Tony's workshop and lightly knocked on the door. Her staff was slung over her shoulder and Luke's lightsaber was still in the pouch on her hip. She didn't feel comfortable leaving either item at her temporary quarters.

"Hello? Tony? It's..Rey."

[buildsomething]

There was a moment or so of silence before a distracted-sounding, "it's open!" drifted through the door. Well it wasn't, but JARVIS could and did take care of that. The workspace was still looking a little unfinished, still obvious empty spaces where things hadn't been put in yet and wires dangling from a few of the walls.

But there was Tony, standing in the middle of the space and tugging absently at the glowing blue lines hanging in the air in front of him. "JARVIS, can you--" he started, then cut himself off at the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, hey." With a wave of his hand, the holograms vanished. "You were the one who wanted to meet Dum-E, right?"

[talentedscavenger]

Rey stood there waiting for a sign of life from behind the door. There was only silence until she heard something. 'It's open!' was called out to her, making her blink. Cautiously, she placed her hand on the door handle and turned, stepping inside the work space of the engineer who wore a lot of hats.

Her eyes went wide seeing the holograms there only to vanish within seconds. The lab area was spacious, yes, but this...this was so familiar to her own home life. It wasn't a great home life, but it was familiar, and she would take comfort in that. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement, hiding her bubbling excitement.

"Dum-E? Oh, yes, your robot." So that was it's name? He didn't have a serial number for it? Well, to each their own.

"Are you...rewiring the lights or..?" Is that what the wires dangling from the ceiling were for?

[buildsomething]

"That's him," Tony agrees as the bot itself scooted forward as if summoned by the sound of his name. The camera peered at Tony for a moment, then twisted in Rey's direction in a way that made him look almost curious. Without thinking, Tony reached out to pat the bot's strut, an unconscious fondness as he moved out of the way.

"Rewiring everything, technically," Tony said as he winds his way through the mess of scrap metal with the ease of long practice. "I have very particular needs for my workspaces. You want coffee?"

He was already heading towards the machine, anyway. Might as well attempt to be hospitable.

[talentedscavenger]

Rey stays still, watching the robot come closer. Her eyes widen, excited by the robot and it's limited capabilities. It was a marvel, especially when parts here seemed so limited. Which begged the question of where Tony got his. She didn't want to be intrusive, but she was curious.

"Amazing..." she breathed, looking him over. her eyes trailed over to the corner where it rolled out from, nearly missing Tony's question.

"Sure?" It wasn't every day that Rey drank caf or coffee. Water was a more valuable resource on Jakku.

"Thank you, but I thought you said you didn't know what a droid was. You have one there." She gestured to the armor in the corner. One that looked like an upgraded design from C-3PO.

[fingergunning]

This was, of course, after their little stint in the bubble. Now that he had the man on his personal radar, he felt a sort of itching need to check up on him. This wasn't just 'that guy that snored and maybe farted a couple times during the night', no. This was 'that guy that did cool geek stuff and had great facial hair (bros) and was kind of okay to talk to'. So when Tony started crashing at the room less and less, Jensen found himself finding a reason to track him down.

It had taken a few days, what with him having an actual job, but he eventually found where the guy was squirreling off into, creeping in like some... fucking creepy creeper, a bag full of weird sandwich cristo panini style things he'd gotten to really like clutched in hand, figuring it'd be a great peace offering.

Why a peace offering? Because maybe he'd sort of snuck in (or tried to) and was poking his head around the corner. Tony might very well have known he was on his way from the moment he stepped into the 'perimeter' of the area, but Jensen had thought he'd been slick when he'd broken in. There was even a smile on his face as he poked his head around the corner of the room.

"Hey, buddy. You busy?"

[buildsomething]

Tony had not, in fact, noticed because Tony was not, in fact, paying attention. He was entirely focused on the lines of code scrawling across the multiple monitors in front of him, studying it for long moments before bursts of rapid-fire typing. JARVIS, on the other hand, noticed everything.

"Sir." The British-accented voice seemed to come out of nowhere, but it did make the typing abruptly stop.

"Yeah?" Tony spun absently in his chair, then came to a very sudden stop as he caught sight of Jensen. "Uh. Hi," he said, sounding more than a little puzzled. "Did you need something?"

Anything else he'd been about to say was cut off as a mess of metal disentangled itself from the background and began heading in Jensen's direction. "Dum-E, knock it off," Tony said sharply and the robot drew itself up short, arm twisting confusingly. "That's not Steve.

"Sorry," he added in Jensen's direction, "you look like someone we know."

[fingergunning]

"I keep hearing that. I don't get it." Of course, he hadn't run into Steve himself yet, but even if he had, the differences were there. He wouldn't see the similarities. But Jensen was currently distracted, both by the crisp, British voice coming from the air and the little bot that moved towards him. "You got it programmed to kick his ass or something?"

Which would be really cool. The fact that there was a bot there at all had him coming further into the room, moving to go over to it and look at it from a semi-safe distance. Now he understood why Tony had been absent more often than not lately, and he was reminded that he'd been asked a question. "What? Oh, no. Well, you know. I was just checking in. Haven't seen you crash back at the room for a bit, so I thought I'd make sure you were still in one piece. Starting to get why you've been MIA."

[buildsomething]

"Oh yeah. Dum-E's my bodyguard," Tony said with a snort as Dum-E, clearly disappointed, swung back around to head the way he'd come. Since he did, technically have a job to do, though even Tony wasn't actually expecting that it would get done.

As his attention pulled back to Jensen, though, all Tony could do was given an amused snort. If this was what he thought Tony going MIA was like, he was going to get a hell of a shock when Tony started actually getting down to work.

It didn't entirely explain when Jensen had come to check on him, though. Was this what having roommates was like? Weird.

"I've got a lot to set up," he said mildly, gesturing around at the half-controlled chaos. "And even more to do once I've got everything together. I probably won't be by too often."

[advanced]

Bucky usually went out of his way to avoid pretty much everyone, but the Avengers most of all, and Tony Stark nearly top of that list. Even after the last couple of times when they've come face to face and had almost civil conversations, that doesn't mean that he's ever going to be comfortable with the man... and he knows for damn sure that Stark isn't comfortable with him either.

But he needs him.

If it were anything else then he'd go to literally anyone else, but he doesn't know of anyone else that has the mechanical genius that Stark does. Which is why he's currently standing in the doorway of the workshop that wasn't hard to find, like some sort of unwelcome spectre.

"Stark."

[buildsomething]

Tony had been perched more than a little awkwardly on top of one of his workbenches, stretched up as far as he could to mess with something high on the wall. He stilled at the sound of the voice, though, going utterly motionless even in the strange position he was holding. Slowly, he moved himself back onto more solid ground of the wider part of the workbench, then turned towards the door.

"Barnes," he returned slightly warily and folded his arms aross his chest. For all that he felt much less threatened by the man, there were still warning bells going off in the back of his head at having Barnes in this space, his space. Maybe being taller didn't actually do much, but it dod make him feel better. A little.

"To what do I owe the visit?"

[advanced]

Though he's now been acknowledged, he still doesn't step in further than the doorway. To do that without being properly invited almost feels like an act of war, violating a safe space that the other man has and that he is distinctly unwelcome in.

"I need your help."

It's not a phrase that passes his lips often these days, he prefers to sort his own issues out and hide his vulnerabilities as much as possible. But he doesn't have a choice in this case. He's half expecting to be told to go to hell anyway, Stark owes him nothing but blame.

[buildsomething]

Well if that wasn't the last thing Tony expected to hear. He blinks once, clearly taken aback, before something between suspicion and curiosity flickered over his face.

"Yeah?" He asks as he hops nimbly down off the table. "What do you need from me?"

There's a slight emphasis on the last word, but Tony's eyes flick towards the arm. He's a genius, he can guess what Barnes might need an engineer for. Still, it seems reasonable to at least double check.

hope this is ok!

[nostalgiabomb]

In Peter's defense, things had been pretty crazy lately – what with the random bouts of amnesia (the likes of which he had only ever actually seen on daytime soaps), the housing building literally catching on fire, and all the random crap after that – that when Peter was supposed to show up for their technological play date, he just– didn't. Peter deferred and deferred and deferred like an asshole avoiding jury duty, and now that he finally had time, it was almost a month after the fact.

Punctuality, thy name is not and will never be Peter Quill.

But, hey, better late than never, right? And here he was, standing in the doorway to Stark's workshop, hat in hand. Only it wasn't a hat, it was the deploying trigger for his aero-rig. (And Peter seriously hoped Rocket never showed up in this place to find out he was potentially giving away the guy's trade secrets.)

"Uh." Strong start, Quill. Keep it up. "Hello?"

Nailed it.

always

[buildsomething]

It took the sound of a semi-familiar voice to even catch Tony's attention from where he was standing over one of the worktables, frowning down at whatever he was looking at. But once he did, he startled for just half a second to see someone standing there before his brain registered exactly who it was.

"Quill?" He returned, somewhere between question and greeting. Tony straightened up to lean his hip against the table, head cocked to the side in what almost looked like curiosity. "Hey. What brings you by?"

[nostalgiabomb]

Peter offered a tight-lipped, awkward sort of smile in return, and lifted up a small device.

"Just here to make good on a deal. I'm a man of my word, after all." He gave the device a demonstrative little shake before tossing it to his other hand. After a breath, he gave a sheepish sort of shrug. "As long as we ignore the fact that I made that promise, like, a million years ago, and that I'm only just now getting around to it."

[buildsomething]

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment, eyes catching on the device in Quill's hands, before things almost visibly clicked together.

"Oh, right. Fun with MP3s. Come on in," he said with a vague gesture. Clearly not too worried about how long it had been, considering he seemed to have completely forgotten about it. He turned away from whatever he'd been working on to head over towards his bank of monitors, assuming Quill would follow.

"Did I tell you I'd get you a computer too? I don't remember."

[shoplifter]

This is pooootentially not the best choice Laura's made in Riverview, but it's not really Tony's fault. She does eventually wander in after his okaying her visit, and while none of it is exactly like Transigen, some of the machinery and general atmosphere does tickle her memory a bit. Reminds her of the training areas, or where they work on giving them serums, or where they lock extremely combative children -- the solitary sort of confinement, lasting until they calm down considerably. Mostly drugged. She shakes her thoughts free of that and instead focuses on Dum-E.

It's kind of cute, in a weird robot way, you know.

And now that she's easing into the setting, she's far too curious about all the things in here.

Sticking her nose into his work is a-go.

[buildsomething]

Dum-E seems gratified by the attention, leaning back in towards Laura in a way that displays his own curiosity. The bot turns with her as her attention shifts, following along behind her as she moves through the workshop.

It's not until she actually tries to touch something that the nice, polite British voice comes out of nowhere. "Can I assist you, Miss?"

And that, at least, definitely gets Tony's attention. He'd been happy to let her bond with the bot, but he twists on the stool he's perched on to face in her direction. "What's up?"

[shoplifter]

She steps back, hand flinching as if burned, and her eyes -- wide with surprise -- scan the area for any sign of this British figure. But before she can try to use her rather well-developed hearing to suss out potential directions to peer at, Tony is turning in his chair to her and she's looking at him with some level of curiosity.

"Is that JARVAS?"

How rude, Laura, JARVIS is right there.

[buildsomething]

He peers at her in slight confusion before it registers what Laura is probably talking about. Right. Most people have issues with voices just coming out of nowhere.

"Yep, that's him. Say hi, J."

"Good afternoon," the AI returns promptly and Tony smiles a little without really knowing why.

"JARVIS pretty much runs this place. And my life. Same thing."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's passing by when he sees the armor in the corner of the room. Something about the look of it makes him pause and roll on in. He doesn't bother with introducing himself or asking who Tony is. Ivar's not the best at social interaction, even after being here six months.

"That looks familiar," he said, the words rolling off in a Norwegian accent. His mind is already working out where he's seen that before. It was like Tony's armor, the one who had been roommates with him before he moved out. And he already knew there were two of them in Riverview. But a third? This would be the first time he'd ever heard of that.

[buildsomething]

Tony is not used to people just wandering into his workspace. He could close the door, probably, but it hasn't occurred to him here. At least not while he's still getting the place set up and carting things in and out all the time.

All of which explains why he jumps nearly a foot in the air as an unexpected voice suddenly comes out of nowhere. He twists abruptly, eyes wide, to find a guy just...sitting there. Huh.

"Uh, hi?" He says, looking a bit baffled by the whole situation. "Can I help you?"

[ragnarsson]

Surprisingly, Ivar barely reacts when Tony jumps. This happens quite a bit, for he's unusually stealthy for someone in as bulky a device as a wheelchair. "That armor." He points to it and repeats himself. "It looks familiar." Something else that might look familiar is the tech Ivar has on his arms. It's a pair of arm braces, high-tech in only the way that a Stark can make a piece of equipment. It's a gift from the Tony Stark of the 616 universe, partially given as a gift, and partially as a bribe to keep Ivar from getting too crazy.

He turns his penetrating, fierce-looking stare on Tony. They're odd eyes, not only the irises an ice-colored shade, but the sclera a pale blue rather than white as well. Aside from the arm braces, Ivar looks like he comes from a different century, what with the dagger stowed away at his belt, and the sword strapped to his back. "Who are you?"

[buildsomething]

Tony just stares for a long moment, clearly not sure what to make of the fact that he's being essentially interrogated in his own space. He wants to say that of course the armor looks familiar, it's kind of hard not to notice a red-and-gold suit flying around, but he's not dumb enough not to know what the guy is talking about.

Especially with the fact that there are three possibilities for where he might have seen it. Or four. Tony's still not entirely sure about that one.

"Tony Stark," he says mildly, arms crossing across his chest.