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revivalproject2023-06-05 04:23 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-05 04:23 pm
Entry tags:
Casing
WHO: Tony and Donnie!
WHERE: The Forge
WHAT: Forgin'.
WHEN: Backdated, mid-May
WARNINGS: Poor workplace safety
"Come on, leave him alone, what is this, this is ridiculous," Tony grumbled, loosely gesturing with his free hand toward the distraction the DATA unit was being. They were supposed to be working on a more analog suit, and Tony had clearly made the mistake before he'd even left home by bundling up the turtle-thing to move out of the library. "Or her, I don't know, I don't know how to sex a turtle--stop that, that's not an invitation." DATA had taken it as an opportunity to thoroughly catalogue this new information, and while the animal seemed content enough to sit completely inert on the workbench, DATA kept scuttling around it and prodding at it like the robot was looking for a way in. The forge itself may not have been the ideal environment for a turtle, and it was possible that they were being so still because they were too hot, which Tony only considered as DATA went obediently still was well, one leg poised to poke and camera trained innocently on Tony. The mothcats could and did leave the library if they weren't having a good time, though. Maybe none of the animals were particularly bothered about eyeballs appearing around them. The turtle would probably prefer sitting around the grassy pools when Tony was working outside.
It was not a settled debate. DATA's fixation might have been the determining argument to bring the turtle back, though. "Can we focus?" Tony invited, handing a new component to the robot, a kind of trade for the turtle who finally gave a weak pump of their little legs as they were lifted into the air. "Test it when you're done. Properly. With that one. If there's anything about turtles in there when I get back, I'm taking you apart and making him a new habitat," he instructed. The robot watched them go, until the glare from the door opening made its camera shutter, and they were gone before it could properly adjust.
Outside, Tony crouched at the edge of a persistent puddle, a crater gouged from repeated launches and a few crashes, to set the turtle near the water and sit on his heels to watch. It wasn't dramatically more mobile, but gave a wiggle a little closer into the mud, sending a ripple across the puddle like a socialite dipping her toes into the rooftop pool and settling in for the afternoon. "I'll bring you a margarita later," Tony promised, stretching back up and considering the armor heaped against the side of the forge. Time to start sorting out what could actually be used.
WHERE: The Forge
WHAT: Forgin'.
WHEN: Backdated, mid-May
WARNINGS: Poor workplace safety
"Come on, leave him alone, what is this, this is ridiculous," Tony grumbled, loosely gesturing with his free hand toward the distraction the DATA unit was being. They were supposed to be working on a more analog suit, and Tony had clearly made the mistake before he'd even left home by bundling up the turtle-thing to move out of the library. "Or her, I don't know, I don't know how to sex a turtle--stop that, that's not an invitation." DATA had taken it as an opportunity to thoroughly catalogue this new information, and while the animal seemed content enough to sit completely inert on the workbench, DATA kept scuttling around it and prodding at it like the robot was looking for a way in. The forge itself may not have been the ideal environment for a turtle, and it was possible that they were being so still because they were too hot, which Tony only considered as DATA went obediently still was well, one leg poised to poke and camera trained innocently on Tony. The mothcats could and did leave the library if they weren't having a good time, though. Maybe none of the animals were particularly bothered about eyeballs appearing around them. The turtle would probably prefer sitting around the grassy pools when Tony was working outside.
It was not a settled debate. DATA's fixation might have been the determining argument to bring the turtle back, though. "Can we focus?" Tony invited, handing a new component to the robot, a kind of trade for the turtle who finally gave a weak pump of their little legs as they were lifted into the air. "Test it when you're done. Properly. With that one. If there's anything about turtles in there when I get back, I'm taking you apart and making him a new habitat," he instructed. The robot watched them go, until the glare from the door opening made its camera shutter, and they were gone before it could properly adjust.
Outside, Tony crouched at the edge of a persistent puddle, a crater gouged from repeated launches and a few crashes, to set the turtle near the water and sit on his heels to watch. It wasn't dramatically more mobile, but gave a wiggle a little closer into the mud, sending a ripple across the puddle like a socialite dipping her toes into the rooftop pool and settling in for the afternoon. "I'll bring you a margarita later," Tony promised, stretching back up and considering the armor heaped against the side of the forge. Time to start sorting out what could actually be used.