Outage

[in_extremis]

WHO: Tony and fellow 10s exclusively.
WHERE: Heading to the power plant, open to suggestions
WHAT: Tony gets into the civil engineering game, for his own purposes. He has disrupted the grid. Sorry.
WHEN: Now? Whenever you're ready?
WARNINGS: Thread is horny.
SOME NOTES: This is a blackout that I didn't really intend to last very long, but that's up to you. If you want to use it to do some power outage shenanigans, let me and/or Hux know and we'll stay distracted from fixing the problem.


network
[Shortly after all of the power seems to cut abruptly, whether or not anyone noticed or were peacefully asleep in the dark, absolutely everyone receives a direct, private text message at the same time.]
I will fix it. Not a problem.



problem solving
It was inevitable that this would become a problem, but Tony didn't anticipate it happening this fast. There was a whole city out there that, presumably, had been run on this very same grid when fully populated. How was he supposed to know that the entire alien power load was only built to anticipate a single Gamecube and a dinky water display? D.A.T.A. was still smoking in the dark from the surge when Tony wandered dejectedly back into the workshop, no luck fixing the outage locally-- this wasn't a fuse problem. It was everyone's problem.

At least one thing was obviously not part of the same grid; the network hadn't gone down for Tony, and while that was further bad news in the long run, he could take the blessing to try to address the issue before anyone got hysterical about it. He sent out the mass text as he tore the data spheres down from their suspension and meticulously worked in the low light from the simmering forge to feel for the heat and melted warp, and gut the most damaged pieces, leaving them spread blindly on the workbench. That was really going to fuck up his schedule.

He knew where the power plant was, kind of, in theory, and it wasn't a trek he was eager to take without the full light of day on his side, but it wasn't like he was getting anything else done here. It would be faster than it looked, he could run, there was probably a generator up there and the way was going to be brightly lit and not an dark, creepy forest at all. Deep breath. Tony grabbed his jacket and his tool belt and started across town.

Elsewhere, the hum of power had gone silent, lights winked out, and the steady bubbling of the fountain at the centre of the city murmured to a stop, until the surface of the water was still as glass.

Comments

Network - Text

[plate_builder]

[Someone definitely looks tired and a touch frustrated.]

Tony, my friend, what did you do

[in_extremis]

[Good, just what he wanted, the opportunity to embarrass himself in front of Reeve]

A test. Regular testing is healthy.

[plate_builder]

[Sorry, but it's not like Reeve sleeps much, and that's before the exaggerated night cycle here.]

Fair enough. And here I had assumed you were merely attempting to set a mood.

text

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa, sleep deprived and more than a bit cross, had been taking some precious time for herself to bathe when the power cuts. )

I have a newborn son and this is the first moment I've had by myself in two days. Repair it.

[in_extremis]

If anyone knows how to live well without the modern luxuries, I would have thought it would be you. Have you been spoiled already?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I’m in the bath and now it’s pitch black, Tony, because I didn’t light a candle

network, text;

[stabgremlin]

One question- what in the deepest level of the ninth Corellian Hell did you do?!

[in_extremis]

Excellent question, well put. In a word: an accident. Further inquiries can be directed to the damage control team lead, he can be reached under the name 'Reeve Tuesti'. He's an expert at this stuff, you'll like him.

network, text;

[stabgremlin]

A++ deflection there. Have you considered a career in politics?

voice - private

[beholding_archivist]

[ Have a small sigh. ]

...right. I won’t ask what happened.
Just tell me... did you get hurt?

[ His compulsion doesn’t work over the network, so he can ask. ]

[in_extremis]

[This response is slower than texting, but Tony supposes he can deign to actually use the microphone to defend himself]

Do you have someone in mind to kiss it better? [Okay, that's one, behave.] I'm still mobile, it was nothing. The mob might hurt more.

[beholding_archivist]

[ Jon is bad at texting. Also still mobile sounds hardly reassuring. Which is why he is pointedly dismissing that first comment. ]

I will take a look at this nothing.

[ He still works at the hospital, remember...? ]

Please try not to break anything else while I’m on my way.

[Network] - Text

[out_of_order]

Should I ask?

[in_extremis]

You're a smart kid, you know asking questions always leads to trouble. Do you want to get into trouble?

[out_of_order]

Well, no. But regardless the trouble's still there, right?

problem...solving?

[deal_me_in]

Here was at least one light that wouldn't go out with a powergrid trip-up. Maybe not unless he was actively poking it or something, but that wasn't on his to-do list.

The bright blue, actinic glow of a perhaps by now familiar gaze appeared in the darkness, the crunch of heavy boots underfoot further suggesting a certain Exo's presence as he walked along the noticeably darker, abandoned streets. He approached Tony, his gait casual as a cowboy entering a saloon.

Amber light was soon to accompany it once Cayde opened his mouth to speak, the warm glow backlighting his throat in an eerie way given everything else. "So this is a thing."

[in_extremis]

Already on edge in the dark, Tony had turned slowly to source the sound of the approaching boots and could have climbed the nearest building at the sight of the bobbing, blue glow advancing on him. Instead he froze, convincing himself he could take a ghost if it came to it, only to moan in relief with his arms dropped limply and head thrown back when he caught the glint of the light off of Cayde's face. "Shit, I thought you were some other, new glowing creature that this place cooked up, fucking nocturnal stalking wasps or something, don't just come at a guy in the dark like that." Like Cayde hadn't come up reasonably slowly.

Getting himself together, shaking off the goosebumps and straightening his shoulders with a cough, Tony offered in a far more dignified voice, "Yeah, weird, weird thing. I was just heading to the power plant to see what happened."

Network- Text

[wearingthestars]

You all right?

[in_extremis]

[Not now.]
Always.

[VIDEO]

[tiedonastring]

[Congratulations, Tony now has an angry Hux and he hasn't even met Tony yet. Hux is not amused that Tony not only messed with the work, but managed to cause a black out.]

WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!!!!

[in_extremis]

[Who were these people that couldn't respond to a text with a text? Jon acted like an old man, that was to be expected, but this guy looked like he should know better. Tony frowns into the camera, disappointed and not terribly cowed by this tinny shouting.]

First of all, inside voices.

Text

[waterwhip]

Fix what?

[ Pardon her ignorance—Katara is just chilling in her little beach cottage. She has no electricity so she hadn’t noticed a change. ]

[in_extremis]

Nothing.

[A few minutes later, a realization. The wrong one, but nonetheless.]
Do you still have power?

voice;

[kallig]

You know, I know it's rich coming from me right now.

But what the fuck.

voice, begrudgingly

[in_extremis]

[This city is full of old men that don't understand texting etiquette.]

Why, what did you do?