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riverviewlogs2017-09-14 07:24 pm
buildsomething) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-14 07:24 pm
[open] gimme fuel, gimme fire
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.
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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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.
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Tony might want to stop Ivar now, for the teenaged nuisance is now wheeling himself over to the nearest table. Ivar's a tactile person and will pick up whatever is nearest to him, playing around with it, no matter what the danger said tech might present to him. "So are you like the other two then? Arrogant, possibly insane, broken, and brilliant?" Ivar's seen a pattern in Starks around here.
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"Yes, there are three. I'm the handsome one. You might want to be careful of that," he adds, nodding towards Ivar's hands and barely breaking stride even with the sudden subject change. "There are some sharp edges. And pointy bits. And my guard dogs will know if you steal anything."
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Ivar looks down at the metal contraption he's got in his hands, giving Tony a withering stare. He's young, but he's not stupid. Anyone who both handles weapons and also relies on his hands as much as Ivar does knows how to handle things with sharp edges. "Why would I steal anything? I don't even know how this stuff works." He doesn't consider so much as science as a strange form of magic he still doesn't understand.
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"And if you can't tell us apart, that sounds more like your problem." His arms fold across his chest at the pronouncement in a way that is totally not petulant. At the very least, Tony is well aware that he looks the least like the others. He still hasn't figured out if that's a good thing or not.
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"It's not that difficult, just more confusing when you're talking about three people who all have the same name." He gives Tony a long once-over look, as if he's judging him silently. It's especially effective with the piercing blue eye color he has. "I wonder what you could come up with for me in that strange mind of yours." Much as he doesn't understand how the tech really works, he rather likes what the end result can end up being.
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"I could come up with a lot of things. The question is whether I like you enough to actually create them."
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"I don't pretend to understand what you people do. But I like the end result." He holds up one of his arm braces, making a flicking motion with his wrist. A hidden blade comes popping out. When it came to weapons, Starks had all the best toys.
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