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York Stark ([personal profile] buildingitsir) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2022-05-09 11:18 am

And look at me, I'm tattered

WHO: York & Open
WHERE: York's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: CW/TW: York's room has the potential to bring up the following situations: gaslighting/manipulation, abuse, gun violence, death, and assault. The items are labeled with warnings.

Waiting Room Post
Mingle Post

Calibrations Room

The room is a workshop that has seen better days. Once a sterile, almost hospital like room, with a black, pleather covered chair for android repairs. Now, the room is ripped apart. Cables and wires have been ripped apart or unplugged from exposed panels, electricity sparking from live ends. The chair is broken in numerous pieces and thrown about the room, covered in oil, grease, and blue blood. There's broken parts, both mechanical and biocomponents, littered about. On the walls in that same blue blood is "I AM ALIVE" painted by hand in a large, bold, Helvetica font. The floor is wet. Shell casings glint in the light from above.


On the floor are items: a black NYC hoodie that smells earthy; a fireman's hatchet caked in blue and red blood [cw: gun violence, death]; a news tablet with a line about robotic parenting [cw: gaslighting, abuse]; and a pamphlet of Bryant Park’s 191st anniversary ripped midway [cw: assault, physical violence against human and android].

Around the items are some wires that haven't been destroyed, and all of them lead into the back of an older looking and taller York, who is curled up on the floor surrounded by the objects. There’s thirium covering his hands. The wires weave around the items, but don't touch them. He is shirtless, with his knees drawn up to his chin to hide himself. He wears black sweatpants as his only clothing.

The whole room feels isolated, full of fear, and strangely enough: it feels too small.

Upon seeing another enter his mind, York is immediately aggressive. "What are you doing in here?! Ģ̡͝E̸̵T̴̢͠ ̶̴̸O̴̧UT̴́͟!̸̨!̴͘" York gets to his feet - his LED is swirling red, throwing light against the open section of his chest next to it where his thirium pump beats. The android moves quick, as though to try getting to the intruder, but the wires seem to reel in, snap taut, and pull him back towards the wall he’s written on. It’s then apparent that York is too big for the room, with his hair almost brushing the ceiling. There's no hiding the fear in his expression as he struggles for freedom the cables aren’t giving. Realizing the vulnerable state, York relaxes and turns away from his intruder, with those tight wires loosening around him. It shows the wires going into the open panels of his back now, hooking somewhere deep within the machinery that moves and gives him life. York wraps his arms around his chest, ducking his head down. His open interior section pulses blue like a heartbeat.

"I̸͠ţ's̶̡ ņ̀̕o̸̶t̸̡ s͘͝u͡p̷p҉ós͏̕͘ed͘ ͟͞t̨̨o ̨͜h̵̸̛u̶͞͞r͜t́́," he whispers angrily, though the room is small enough that the other would be able to hear it anyways. "D̕͜͡ò̷n̨̡'ţ̕ ̡h͜u͢ŗ͜t̢͠͞ ̴͝me̢͟"

[I'll be using a different set of icons for the older version of York in replies, but that face doesn't apply outside of the calibration room. ~Xi]
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (Default)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-09 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
When she arrives, she's almost hunched over. This room is far too short for Lauri-Ell, and it's uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable for how he starts shouting, starts whispering angrily. This was intense.

"I did not choose to come here," she tells him, trying to stay still.
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (Oh What Was That?)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-09 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did not choose to come here," she repeats, hands up in what she hopes is a placating gesture.

"I am Lauri-Ell. Who are you?"
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (Default)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-09 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah yes, that day. Lauri-Ell, still bent over in pain, shifts. The only thing she can do is work to sit down. It's the safest way to deal with the pain in her back.

"Yes it does. This worries me, seeing yours around here. Have you sought to cause yourself harm? Do you wish to speak of it?"

She's dealing with the small all on her own thanks.
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (Default)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-09 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you need a hug?"

Because hugs, Lauri-Ell has found, have a great healing power. Clearly he is in need of one.

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[personal profile] scienceofthearcane 2022-05-18 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Outside of this room, Viktor is a beanpole of a man. Now his height worked against him and had him kneeling. When York got aggressive, Viktor flinched back in alarm, a sound like a heavy stone being dropped when he placed his hand on the wall.

Then, he was distracted by the cables and wires that plugged into York's chest. Enough that it took a solid minute for Viktor to realize that York had spoken in that miserably broken voice.

"I don't want to hurt you?"
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[personal profile] scienceofthearcane 2022-05-18 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not as if I wanted to be here. I had no choice in the matter."

Viktor said it defensively and was distantly surprised by the appearance of the window. He did not deny anything that was shown there, though. He kept his hands upright as if to calm an easily spooked horse. The hand that was usually covered in a glove glowed faintly with a strange light inside the hand as if the flesh were a cage.

"Being interested in you does not necessarily mean I want to hurt you, though."
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[personal profile] scienceofthearcane 2022-05-22 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He probably had been a bit creepy and Viktor thought York was overreacting to the conversation that they had, but he didn't say that. Viktor was still of the opinion that being interested in something did not necessarily mean wanting to hurt something. After that came the question of what could actually cause discomfort for York? And was it a simulation or was it a real reaction to a stimulus?

Pushing boundaries is what got you into trouble already , his conscience reminded him harshly. Viktor kept his hands upright still, one of Viktor's hands like some sort of cross between metal and stone that had a glow trapped inside.

"If I am trapped in here I don't know the way to get out of your room."

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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-05-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
The burning plastic smell was familiar, the cabling, the grease, a cocktail that should have been reassuring, like Tony knew this environment and knew how to work within it. Instead, it felt oppressive, making Tony start to raise a hand to his mouth, then give an ineffective wave to dispel the scent, eyes darting and taking in a crime scene. This was the kind of place nobody wanted to be, least of all the person that it belonged to. They saw each other at the same time, and Tony was slower to react, still searching, eyes narrowed intently, only to widen with shock as he rocked half a step back with his arm raised across his chest defensively at the figure's outburst.

His arm lowered slowly as it became clear that the man wasn't going very far, and Tony studied him with the same sharp, blue intent that he had the room, watching the way his skin shifted with his movement, and the wires, then trying to trace their source. Was this whole display a defence mechanism for someone? The whispering made it a pretty miserably ineffective one.

"Bit much," Tony observed. Consciously relaxed now, one hand casually in his pocket and sauntering closer, eyes still darting, he continued, "Honestly, if you want my advice, you lead with just these." He swept down, collecting one of the casings, bringing it up to where it could lift it to the light and consider it pinched in his blue-smeared fingers, trying to source it. "Let it build, keep them on edge--" He cut off with a sharp intake of breath that he held, eyes on the cowering man again for him to do the same. Waiting, until he did. "Let the explosion feel like relief."
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you're supposed to be asleep ╰(‵□′)╯

[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-05-20 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
That was strange. Not a defence system then, not if it was going to appear so readily threatened--unless it was trying to convince Tony into the same. He tipped his knuckles against his chest, eyebrows raised inquisitively, me?, then swung around to glance over his shoulder to spot what imposing figure this man might have been calling 'dad'. As he turned back with his head tilted, eyes narrowed watchfully, it was in time to track that furtive gaze, and he only responded to this baffling abuse with a flick of the casing he still carried to snatch back out of the air.

"Daddy issues, that's rough, wouldn't know anything about that," he muttered with a grimace, turning to hunt down what the guy had sought out. He didn't make any secret of it, pointing down toward the tablet as he approached with another questioning expression, as though the man's anxious glance had been an open invitation that Tony was graciously pursuing. It was a pretty slick design for the kind of places most of the people in Temba seemed to come from, fitting more comfortably in his hand like something from back home, but 'robotic parenting' wasn't exactly something he'd expect to read on his newsfeed. His grimace remained, lip raising more yet as his focus slid back to the man. This was going to be a theme, then.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-05-22 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That face, the kid, the one who had been curious about the library, Tony did know. He knew it well enough to expect the name when it was said, but it still managed to drill into him and leave a hollow ache in his chest every time they reiterated it, Stark. As the flare faded, Tony was backed up against the wall where he had come in, pale and with his now empty hand pressed against his heart leaving a blue smear across his shirt that felt a lot more real and gruesome now than when he had come in to this playhouse.

It was bad enough that the panic must have already been evident, because this had to have been a hamfisted ploy and York was still talking like maybe Tony did quite get hammered hard enough, that he didn't get the message yet and had at any point needed to be told what he was capable of. Tony narrowed his eyes, frustration for being put in this position so easily fighting with that fear, only encouraged by the audacity of York to mention any resemblance when it was so clear now what kind of game he must have been playing with Beck in that face he didn't wear in the waking world.

Still pressed against the wall, Tony did his best to find his cool, schooling his features back into his intense stare and his betraying hands down into his pockets. "You have one of these for each of us, then?" he confronted. What York, and presumably the Atroma, meant to get out of this provocation was much less clear. Tony already knew he shouldn't have kids, what kind of person he would be, who he was.

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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2022-06-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, this was cozy, wasn't it? Tommy did not approve.

"Hey, dude, why the fuck is this space so fucking small?"

Is he annoyed? Yes, very much. Being forced to crouch over in a situation like this, when he's already small, is frustrating.

"Your room is horrid."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2022-06-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
That's... A hell of a lot of baggage. Shit man, it's weird.

"Tommy. You know, the cool person in town. Who the fuck are you?"
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2022-06-04 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Shit man.

"You're the small dude? How the hell are you so big?"

Of course he has to announce he's cool. Lame people like you won't get it.

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