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revivalproject2023-04-29 12:33 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2023-04-29 12:33 pm
Vacillate
WHO: Tony, Link, Peter
WHERE: The hotel in Temba, the laboratories in Sh'Ka
WHAT: Tony gives a gift and gets a gift
WHEN: Time is meaningless.
WARNINGS: We'll see.
a. Hotel [For Link]
Celty would have done this for Tony. He should have shown his appreciation more, before he lost the chance, and he had to linger awkwardly outside the hotel to make his own deliveries. The D.A.T.A. unit that had climbed up over the door peered at him expectantly, confident in the supplied chart of Link's most likely location, and rapidly updating its similar data of Tony's location the longer he stood there. Tony pursed his lips in return, and purged that record, and the video of his loitering, which was going to be pointless if he didn't hurry up and go inside before someone else spotted him. His next move was a lot less clear. Though he drifted somewhat aimlessly, he didn't stop moving until he had impulsively wandered toward the desk of the hotel lobby, like he could ask a clerk there to leave this package with Mr. Link. It wasn't a large one, small enough to be wrapped in a single, waxy leaf of something that resembled a banana plant, and Tony could probably etch a name into it if he decided to just leave the thing on the counter and hope someone eventually noticed. Or it would fall back into the dust and this whole thing would have been a waste of time.
With a grimace, Tony considered the stairs, then slouched his way toward them with a sigh of resignation. Maybe Link wasn't even home, and Tony could confidently leave the package in front of his door without being spotted. He just had to climb this ridiculous cliff. Maybe Link's chosen egress wasn't as weird as it looked on camera.
b. Lab [For Peter]
Nothing moved in the caved in expanse of the overgrown lawn. Iron Man sat at the edge of the destruction, feet hanging into what used to be a basement, and was now mostly a landfill of old stone and broken glass, kicking restlessly as he sucked on the berries he had foraged and thought, at the time, that he was going to bring back to Jon. Maybe the demolition had supplanted any memory of their time living in Sh'Ka anyway, he wouldn't care about some berries; he deserved answers. The helmet sat in the grass next to Tony, eyes pointed toward the rubble and scanning what was left of the palatial building, searching for any shift, air current, spike of energy, or fluctuation of temperature--anything to suggest there was actually something to find here, and Tony could tell the team he had roped into the risk that it had paid off. In the approximately nine hundred hours Tony had been sitting here, he had seen a beetle move a rock, and a bird land briefly on an unsteady beam. The Iron Man did not report any alerts. He was out of berries.
Scooping up his helmet, Tony slid from the ledge to drop down onto the settled destruction, letting his weight rattle it and send a shower of dust falling through the cracks that he could only hear below him. Any shifting it had left to do must have been quickly packed down by the snow over the winter, so even Iron Man could wander through the rocks and slowly climb back up along new topography. At the peak of the mountain that had been a palace, he slowly turned, squinting in the sun, intending to watch the way he had come for any changes from the disturbance, only to freeze at only half a turn, staring out across what was left of the lawn. Debris had rained across the big building's nearest neighbour, a squat and already claustrophobic looking structure, without any visible doors or windows from Tony's vantage point. Some of the evidence of the explosion still remained there, dust clogging cracks and larger stones scattered across the roof, and with the basement sunken and suddenly straining under a strange weight, the earth was split with spidery cracks that reached hungrily toward the next building to swallow.
WHERE: The hotel in Temba, the laboratories in Sh'Ka
WHAT: Tony gives a gift and gets a gift
WHEN: Time is meaningless.
WARNINGS: We'll see.
a. Hotel [For Link]
Celty would have done this for Tony. He should have shown his appreciation more, before he lost the chance, and he had to linger awkwardly outside the hotel to make his own deliveries. The D.A.T.A. unit that had climbed up over the door peered at him expectantly, confident in the supplied chart of Link's most likely location, and rapidly updating its similar data of Tony's location the longer he stood there. Tony pursed his lips in return, and purged that record, and the video of his loitering, which was going to be pointless if he didn't hurry up and go inside before someone else spotted him. His next move was a lot less clear. Though he drifted somewhat aimlessly, he didn't stop moving until he had impulsively wandered toward the desk of the hotel lobby, like he could ask a clerk there to leave this package with Mr. Link. It wasn't a large one, small enough to be wrapped in a single, waxy leaf of something that resembled a banana plant, and Tony could probably etch a name into it if he decided to just leave the thing on the counter and hope someone eventually noticed. Or it would fall back into the dust and this whole thing would have been a waste of time.
With a grimace, Tony considered the stairs, then slouched his way toward them with a sigh of resignation. Maybe Link wasn't even home, and Tony could confidently leave the package in front of his door without being spotted. He just had to climb this ridiculous cliff. Maybe Link's chosen egress wasn't as weird as it looked on camera.
b. Lab [For Peter]
Nothing moved in the caved in expanse of the overgrown lawn. Iron Man sat at the edge of the destruction, feet hanging into what used to be a basement, and was now mostly a landfill of old stone and broken glass, kicking restlessly as he sucked on the berries he had foraged and thought, at the time, that he was going to bring back to Jon. Maybe the demolition had supplanted any memory of their time living in Sh'Ka anyway, he wouldn't care about some berries; he deserved answers. The helmet sat in the grass next to Tony, eyes pointed toward the rubble and scanning what was left of the palatial building, searching for any shift, air current, spike of energy, or fluctuation of temperature--anything to suggest there was actually something to find here, and Tony could tell the team he had roped into the risk that it had paid off. In the approximately nine hundred hours Tony had been sitting here, he had seen a beetle move a rock, and a bird land briefly on an unsteady beam. The Iron Man did not report any alerts. He was out of berries.
Scooping up his helmet, Tony slid from the ledge to drop down onto the settled destruction, letting his weight rattle it and send a shower of dust falling through the cracks that he could only hear below him. Any shifting it had left to do must have been quickly packed down by the snow over the winter, so even Iron Man could wander through the rocks and slowly climb back up along new topography. At the peak of the mountain that had been a palace, he slowly turned, squinting in the sun, intending to watch the way he had come for any changes from the disturbance, only to freeze at only half a turn, staring out across what was left of the lawn. Debris had rained across the big building's nearest neighbour, a squat and already claustrophobic looking structure, without any visible doors or windows from Tony's vantage point. Some of the evidence of the explosion still remained there, dust clogging cracks and larger stones scattered across the roof, and with the basement sunken and suddenly straining under a strange weight, the earth was split with spidery cracks that reached hungrily toward the next building to swallow.