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revivalproject2022-03-14 02:28 am
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-14 02:28 am
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WHO: Tony, Jon and Omega
WHERE: Above and below Temba
WHAT: Tony just trying to keep it together now that he's made the moon scream, apparently.
WHEN: During the SCREAM event
WARNINGS: Event-related traumas might occur. Alcoholism mention at the top.
a. Before the storm... [For Jon]
There had to be only so many times Tony could make this apology before Jon stopped accepting it. In fact, Tony might run out of stuff he could possibly give Jon before he was done making all of his apologies, because his replicator charges went quickly to an ever growing list of necessary components, and the local gift shop had really atrocious service. Jon never even seemed particularly appeased by the flowers. Maybe because they weren't roses. Tony should have gotten Felwinter making more of them.
Apologizing to Cayde for the disastrous Prime thing was much easier--he'd had to make a lot less apologies to the Exo, that line still had some slack, and the pool table had almost been finished before Tony had been distracted by the next incredibly pressing bolt of inspiration. The biggest challenge here was that it had left Tony standing, alone, in the middle of the Deep End, surrounded by the parts that needed some assembly, and a very different kind of distraction standing proudly along the bar. Maybe if he brought one of those bottles to Jon, it would solve both of his problems at once.
He was standing outside the library by the time he realized what an awful idea that was, some distance and fresh air between him and the bar bringing a terrible clarity that left him sitting on the cold step and rolling the pilfered bottle between both hands to watch the liquid roil. If Jon had wanted a bottle, he could have gone to the Deep End himself. Tony would just have to bring this one back to the forge, ruminate on a better apology, maybe not come out again until he had built himself into a someone worth forgiving. The mist starting to gather along the roads in wispy, damp patches was making Tony feel like it was already too late, so much like the cold dew heralding the sharp, unforgiving crest of the morning sun.
The weight that had grown steadily heavier in his pocket wasn't supposed to feel like an apology, and if he didn't figure this out before this dark night was through, it might end up yet another ring in his most shameful collection.
b. Gathering clouds... [For Omega]
There was an unfamiliar focus to this storm that Tony couldn't help but take personally. The others that he had experienced had been so chaotic; as if designed to separate them, and designed to hurt them. The stillness of this one felt intentional, like Tony was meant to reflect on what he had done, cut off from the expansive distraction that was Extremis, trapped in his own head with only the rumble of thunder to fill any of the space.
And that awful scream.
Staring at the moon, hideous enough to the naked eye and no more revealing under telescope, hadn't told him much about how he was meant to fix this problem he had caused, unfortunately. It had just left him very exposed for when that noise came again, making the nanoweb jump out of his skin and leaving him feeling like he was tangled in his own bones, and sending the plates of the armor crashing around the forge erratically. He had to take his investigation out of that danger zone, trying to plot what the moon might have been distracting from. Those figures that appeared looked so much like the holograms that had been at the fair, but it was gone, an empty field with no more to tell. The light in the distance continued to blink, and the one atop the tower continued to be dark.
And what of those strange tunnels? That wasn't a place Tony had investigated for himself yet at all, trusting Cal's reports of the spiders and their strange cages. But if they were part of this whole system, there to spring more tortures on them, maybe they had more terrible secrets. Maybe that was where the projections were coming from.
It did look very dark down that ladder, though. The flash of lightning bursting across Tony's vision only made the darkness deeper in the afterimage.
WHERE: Above and below Temba
WHAT: Tony just trying to keep it together now that he's made the moon scream, apparently.
WHEN: During the SCREAM event
WARNINGS: Event-related traumas might occur. Alcoholism mention at the top.
a. Before the storm... [For Jon]
There had to be only so many times Tony could make this apology before Jon stopped accepting it. In fact, Tony might run out of stuff he could possibly give Jon before he was done making all of his apologies, because his replicator charges went quickly to an ever growing list of necessary components, and the local gift shop had really atrocious service. Jon never even seemed particularly appeased by the flowers. Maybe because they weren't roses. Tony should have gotten Felwinter making more of them.
Apologizing to Cayde for the disastrous Prime thing was much easier--he'd had to make a lot less apologies to the Exo, that line still had some slack, and the pool table had almost been finished before Tony had been distracted by the next incredibly pressing bolt of inspiration. The biggest challenge here was that it had left Tony standing, alone, in the middle of the Deep End, surrounded by the parts that needed some assembly, and a very different kind of distraction standing proudly along the bar. Maybe if he brought one of those bottles to Jon, it would solve both of his problems at once.
He was standing outside the library by the time he realized what an awful idea that was, some distance and fresh air between him and the bar bringing a terrible clarity that left him sitting on the cold step and rolling the pilfered bottle between both hands to watch the liquid roil. If Jon had wanted a bottle, he could have gone to the Deep End himself. Tony would just have to bring this one back to the forge, ruminate on a better apology, maybe not come out again until he had built himself into a someone worth forgiving. The mist starting to gather along the roads in wispy, damp patches was making Tony feel like it was already too late, so much like the cold dew heralding the sharp, unforgiving crest of the morning sun.
The weight that had grown steadily heavier in his pocket wasn't supposed to feel like an apology, and if he didn't figure this out before this dark night was through, it might end up yet another ring in his most shameful collection.
b. Gathering clouds... [For Omega]
There was an unfamiliar focus to this storm that Tony couldn't help but take personally. The others that he had experienced had been so chaotic; as if designed to separate them, and designed to hurt them. The stillness of this one felt intentional, like Tony was meant to reflect on what he had done, cut off from the expansive distraction that was Extremis, trapped in his own head with only the rumble of thunder to fill any of the space.
And that awful scream.
Staring at the moon, hideous enough to the naked eye and no more revealing under telescope, hadn't told him much about how he was meant to fix this problem he had caused, unfortunately. It had just left him very exposed for when that noise came again, making the nanoweb jump out of his skin and leaving him feeling like he was tangled in his own bones, and sending the plates of the armor crashing around the forge erratically. He had to take his investigation out of that danger zone, trying to plot what the moon might have been distracting from. Those figures that appeared looked so much like the holograms that had been at the fair, but it was gone, an empty field with no more to tell. The light in the distance continued to blink, and the one atop the tower continued to be dark.
And what of those strange tunnels? That wasn't a place Tony had investigated for himself yet at all, trusting Cal's reports of the spiders and their strange cages. But if they were part of this whole system, there to spring more tortures on them, maybe they had more terrible secrets. Maybe that was where the projections were coming from.
It did look very dark down that ladder, though. The flash of lightning bursting across Tony's vision only made the darkness deeper in the afterimage.
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"Boss, you can just ask me to leave my toothbrush here, you don't need to build me a whole wing," he pointed out, much easier to claim when that space was already on the table. He set the dish aside to free his hands (did it wobble slightly on the counter?), unable to hide just how curious he was about what these rooms were actually like. It would actually be nice to have a cleaner space to do more delicate work, and have Jon around to help with the...less physically demanding problems. "Kind of a weird way to bring up that you want me to come in the backdoor, though, gotta say, a picture would have worked, maybe a lot of bending over..."
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"Christ, Tony..." He chuckles after a moment of recovery, shaking his head and stepping forward to nudge his shoulder against Tony's. "Didn't know you were waiting for an invitation." No, he can't say that without the heat in his cheeks increasing, but that is easily covered by casually glancing away. "You want to see them?"
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"The pictures?" Tony replied, eyebrows raised innocently and already nodding, but saved Jon from any more furious blushing with a brush down his back to encourage him on and plucking up his coffee again to bring along. When he turned to look again, he realized the Countess was gone--she hadn't even pounced on Tony's shiny new gift, come to think of it, and whatever weird sixth sense the other mothcats had for an alluring texture hadn't brought any of them running. Weird.
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He walks back over to the stairs that lead down into the basement and the corridor they lead into before turning to a set of doors set further down into the corridor. "You know how the library is connected to the school next to it and this passage here used to be blocked. And that I worked on freeing it back up when I had your gauntlet borrows." Stepping up to the doors, Jon pushes them open, revealing the room behind it. There is no light installed here, but Jon brings up a flashlight to shine it around the room, which is filled with tables, chairs, cupboards, a corner that could have been a tiny kitchen once.
"The school didn't use their part of the basement for storage, but apparently has had some science classrooms down here with this room serving as the hub for the teachers to access the different classrooms, supplies as well as the hallway outside." Jon explains while pointing out various doors in the room itself. "The terrain is lower on this side, which allowed the school to have an extra entrance back here as well. Which currently is still blocked, I'm afraid."
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"Can't believe you're telling me I have to go back to school," is what he said, still clearly distracted as he stared around, hands working like they were already building something. "I have seven doctorates, you know, I just don't make all of you call me Doctor, I'm already intimidating enough."
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"Am I going to have to make appointments with Dr. Tony or is this going to be the name I have to yell across the playground to get you to come to dinner?" Jon teases mildly and offers the flashlight to Tony so he can look around more on his own.
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Wandering further into the space again, he reported, "I'll have to figure out the wiring first--it's going to be some intensive remodelling, but if I can set up my full tactile interface and processing systems here, it'll take a lot of power--and more yet, it'll take a lot of redundancies, see if we can override that thing you do," a dance of his fingers up the back of his neck, no proper term for it yet, "so it's stable."
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"If there is any way I can help you, just let me know." Because he won't read Tony's mind.
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