revivalproject

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.

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[ And Jon casts Tony a glare that turns into a noise of resigning frustration quickly enough as he accepts the cigarette and takes a long drag from it, stubbornly refusing to entirely shed his air of disapproval. ]

....let’s save the library stories for another time.

[ He lets his eyes drift back to the lights, leaning somewhat idly against Tony. ]

So.... Billy, eh?
...Jesus. Nearly gave me a heart attack.

[Tony raises his eyebrows, but it's pretty obvious that all of Jon's library stories are not safe to tell in the dark. Maybe another time, indeed.]

I'll have to send the kid a gift basket. I thought you had raised Cerberus down there, I was ready to throw down and you come running-- this little guy is here, just--

[Tony doesn't even know how to laugh.]

[ Tony would be surprised just how many libraries strewn across the globe are actually further temples dedicated to the Eye - And they all have their own share of tales, of course. And those tales don't even include the various questionable library-centric decisions Jon has made years before joining the Institute...

Though for now he settles with following Tony's brief observation. ]

You would have fought a three-headed, mythological hellhound for me?

[ He finds that... Hard to believe. And yet Tony has come here for him. ]

[Eyes still glittering with dangerous playfulness, Tony obviously hesitates, cutting off a flippant reply and considering Jon for plucking out that detail while Tony was laughing at him. He was trouble.]

I'm going to tell you a secret.

[Very serious now, he gets close, his nightlight dimming with the movement like it could provide cover.]

You can't tell anyone. It would put both of us in danger, there would be targets on our backs.

I'm...Captain America.

[ Now that's too obvious of a lie as for even Jon to feel like pointing it out. Instead, he ever so slightly tips his head in Tony's direction, pulling up a single brow and offering a tiny smirk, feeling rather pleased with himself for having been able to keep pace this time.

His own orb of light brightens a little in response. ]

Well then, Cap. What was it like to punch Hitler seventy years ago?

Oh, that.

[It's dismissive and Tony puffs up his chest, his whole stance adjusting to take on the pride of this character he has been granted while making a show of carelessly examining his nails, even his voice pitching lower.]

It was nothing. Very small man, you know, about as rewarding as punching a baby.

Well, I have never punched an infant and I'm rather reluctant to give it a try, to be honest.

[ Not to mention that there is only one infant in this city and Sansa may raise objections. ]

I will take you by your word in that regard.

It's the best way to audition for a young, plucky sidekick. Gotta be able to take the hits.

[This character is getting away from him.]

Are you good now? Or do you not want to be left alone with your light? Never know when it could turn on you.

[ He will let Tony's persona slip away without any further questioning. ]

I think I'm... Relatively okay. But... Somewhere with a little more light would be appreciated.

[ The glowing sphere is a start, but how long might it realistically last? ]

[Tony doesn't look like he entirely believes that's necessary, but isn't about to argue.]

Get your toothbrush then, come on. Forge can't go out. We'll pick up some snacks on the way, pretend it's Christmas Eve by the fire.

I don't need a babysitter, Tony. I just- Have some bad memories of being stuck in places without any light. You can just point me in the right direction and I should find it.

You wanted to fix this, right?

[Oh, thank god. Tony really did have to get to the power plant and make sure the problem wasn't permanent, but he wasn't excited about leaving Jon after he said that. He wasn't going to be stuck anywhere, he was fine, he was giving Tony permission to go. A quick compromise:]

Okay, just-- there's a bed, kind of, it's against the wall, you can move it closer to the fire, it's not heavy. The fire will take care of itself, you don't have to touch it, and if you do you can use anything that's right there-- it's not a big deal, give it a poke. Just be careful with everything else, you can't break it, but don't put it in your mouth, it's not worth it, probably, except for the banana things, they're by the bathroom-- that's the door kind of at the back, everything there is fine, probably, make yourself comfortable.

[Take a breath. He grabs Jon around the ears to noisily kiss his hair to cement the feeling of being mom sending Jon off to his first day at school to go to work, then shoos him out of the library to direct him toward Tony's territory. Tony is headed in the opposite direction.]

[ Well, Jon won't argue. Not that he is being given the chance.

But he is given a destination, a direction... And a little light. Which would help him find more light and hopefully help shake off that feeling of being pressed in from all sides. Of being utterly blind.

Though despite that bit of curiosity regarding Tony's oddly orally fixated advice he may not go to look for whatever banana things Tony keeps by his bathroom. Or just... Keep everything away from his mouth. There's no way he can really get that bored. ]

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