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[itsamysterio]

WHO: Quentin Beck
WHERE: Calibrations
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: Calibrations
WARNINGS: Calibr- Manipulation, Lies, Mental Health, TBD



The room you walk into seems to be some kind of tech lab. Some might be able to recognize it as being part of Stark Industries if they look closely enough.

There's half finished projects littering some of the tables, but Beck is busy with one near the back, not looking up at your appearance.

There's a bankers box on his desk, half filled, and the computer shows that it's busy coping files.

The whole room feels a little off though. A strange...uncanny valley feeling you can't quite explain. You might catch the odd flicker out of the corner of your eye...

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[itsamysterio]

"Doesn't sound different from Detroit any other day," Beck notes, "Just getting what's mine," he mutters, tapping a few keys at a prompt on the screen before looking back to York.

"Why are you so curious?"

[buildingitsir]

"Should I not be curious?" Now he starts moving, sauntering a little about the room with his hands in his pockets now. "Though you're right about the Detroit thing. Just dealing with a revolution where the enemies blew up mine and others' safe house."

He scoffs a little at the thought before looking over the various items.

"It really is a mess in here. Fine, different question. Why'd you try to kill--" His programming almost slips so there's a pause as he bites back one word and goes for, "Tony? That Stark guy? Pissed off a lot of people if the diner was anything to go by."

[itsamysterio]

"Nothing we do here matters," Beck answers, surprisingly honest as he continues- "Never got the chance back home, idiot went and got himself killed. Call it catharsis."

He wonders if York'll give him the same lecture about this being a different Tony, and the hypocrisy, and all of that. No matter how many times he's heard it, Beck really can't bring himself to care.

[buildingitsir]

The lecture doesn't come. Because he doesn't know that the Tony here is also different from the one that Beck knows. Instead, he gets a bit of a scoffing laugh.

"It's kind of amazing how many people have problems with others named Tony. If I had a nickel for each person... Well, I'd have two, but it's weird that it's two people." But given what he's seen in the waiting room and from what other people are talking about, York's still not certain if it's his own Tony in the city or not. He's still got some hope that it's not.

He gestures again to the computer. "What're you transferring?" The temptation to just go and touch it is there, to see if it'll activate anything, but he keeps his hands to himself. He'd want people to do the same in his headspace after all.

[itsamysterio]

"That's assuming it's not all part of some grand design by them," Beck notes, gesturing upwards, in vague reference to the Agrii. There were far too many connections in this place for it to all be random.

Data doesn't lie.

"Files," he answers plainly, and then a small smirk, "My work."

[buildingitsir]

Another scoffing noise. "Damn, I gotta be fucking specific to get information out of your, don't I?" An eye roll and this time he just walks over to it. He can't be too mad at Beck's antics - York would've had a high chance of responding the same way.

He leans down to get a better look at what's being copied before reaching out to wipe the monitor off. In case it's dirty. York's accustomed to humans not taking care of their electronics. He wonders if Beck's talking about the aliens that brought them to this place. That were doing this dream experiment thing and messing with his programming in the waiting room.