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revivalproject2020-06-03 05:21 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 05:21 pm
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WHO: Tony Stark, dangerously open
WHERE: Tony's Calibration Room
WHAT: You're stuck in Tony's head and good luck, buddy, he doesn't want to be there, either.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event (June 3rd - July 10th)
WARNINGS: Some body horror under the cut, but otherwise it depends on you. Digging for Tony's secrets is still going to be a challenge here, so if you work for it I'll assume you want to see that nasty stuff. I'll update as necessary.
Update: Horny, as usual.
There is bright, dazzling light in the eye immediately upon entering this room, another door directly in front of the entrance peppered with bursts of camera flashes and roving spotlights illuminating the fine, gold silk drapes around the open frame, flashing through intricate, stained glass mosaics set into the stone flanking the entryway, and glinting off of the golden struts where a velvet rope had hung but had been knocked carelessly to the floor, an open invitation. Through it is a sweet-smelling party, packed with beautiful people in even more beautiful clothes, laughing among the sumptuous chime of crystal in a warm, welcoming hall. The wall stretching away from either side of it reaches almost to the extreme edges of the room, incrementally decaying from polished brickwork to raw, cracked stone, tumbling down into rubble that litters the way further into this room around the corner from the rich door.
This building the door is set into is just a wall from the other side, built up into a dark cave of that raw stone. Tony is pacing behind it, nowhere in the cave welcoming enough to sit or linger, jagged piles of scrap metal where there wasn't cold stone lining the walls and scattered in piles that would have to be carefully navigated to avoid sharp edges glinting readily to slice into ankles. The lone occupant isn't dressed nearly as charmingly as anyone at that party that would have been such a good time, his once white shirt wrinkled and tattered and rolled up to his elbows, open at the collar and liberally stained black down the front with whatever dripped from his hands, thick and dark like oil and charcoal. In one hand, coated in this viscous liquor, his ever restless fingers worked erratically and mercilessly over a dark knot. The sweet smell of the hall is long gone here, overtaken quickly by acid and whiskey and a bitter, sick smoke.
Set into the back of the wall, there is a computer monitor, spilling a soft blue glow across the stone floor with a constant generation of lines of code in an alien alphabet that Tony throws judgemental glances at as he paces back toward the front of the cave. Most of the light comes from the back of the room, though, the roof of the cave opening to a bright, blue sky, where soft clouds make a slow march across and birds wheel freely, well above the curl of smoke that whisped up out of the cave and dissipated.
WHERE: Tony's Calibration Room
WHAT: You're stuck in Tony's head and good luck, buddy, he doesn't want to be there, either.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event (June 3rd - July 10th)
WARNINGS: Some body horror under the cut, but otherwise it depends on you. Digging for Tony's secrets is still going to be a challenge here, so if you work for it I'll assume you want to see that nasty stuff. I'll update as necessary.
Update: Horny, as usual.
There is bright, dazzling light in the eye immediately upon entering this room, another door directly in front of the entrance peppered with bursts of camera flashes and roving spotlights illuminating the fine, gold silk drapes around the open frame, flashing through intricate, stained glass mosaics set into the stone flanking the entryway, and glinting off of the golden struts where a velvet rope had hung but had been knocked carelessly to the floor, an open invitation. Through it is a sweet-smelling party, packed with beautiful people in even more beautiful clothes, laughing among the sumptuous chime of crystal in a warm, welcoming hall. The wall stretching away from either side of it reaches almost to the extreme edges of the room, incrementally decaying from polished brickwork to raw, cracked stone, tumbling down into rubble that litters the way further into this room around the corner from the rich door.
This building the door is set into is just a wall from the other side, built up into a dark cave of that raw stone. Tony is pacing behind it, nowhere in the cave welcoming enough to sit or linger, jagged piles of scrap metal where there wasn't cold stone lining the walls and scattered in piles that would have to be carefully navigated to avoid sharp edges glinting readily to slice into ankles. The lone occupant isn't dressed nearly as charmingly as anyone at that party that would have been such a good time, his once white shirt wrinkled and tattered and rolled up to his elbows, open at the collar and liberally stained black down the front with whatever dripped from his hands, thick and dark like oil and charcoal. In one hand, coated in this viscous liquor, his ever restless fingers worked erratically and mercilessly over a dark knot. The sweet smell of the hall is long gone here, overtaken quickly by acid and whiskey and a bitter, sick smoke.
Set into the back of the wall, there is a computer monitor, spilling a soft blue glow across the stone floor with a constant generation of lines of code in an alien alphabet that Tony throws judgemental glances at as he paces back toward the front of the cave. Most of the light comes from the back of the room, though, the roof of the cave opening to a bright, blue sky, where soft clouds make a slow march across and birds wheel freely, well above the curl of smoke that whisped up out of the cave and dissipated.
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"What choice have I had?" he offers when Tony speaks of his learning. "You learn fast, or you're risking your life."
Asgard? He's never even heard of it.
"Where's Asgard? Is it a city on Earth? Or a planet?"
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“I cannot fathom how people haven’t been jumping you left and right,” Reeve breathes out.
There is a question that leaves him distracted though.
“Midgar. One d. And the only dimensions I know of are these two I have been brought to. I thought... I thought the Earth everyone spoke of was just elsewhere in the universe.”
There is literally no connection to the places under the domain of Asgard.
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One letter difference still felt too coincidental to Tony, making him quickly switch spin Reeve again for a beat to consider. "I'm not so sure," he said. "Jon is from Earth, too, but a different Earth. Midgard is just another name for it, like Terra or Tellus. I doubt we're talking about different planets." That might have been a remarkable fact, considering the wide range of planets the Agrii had to chose from for their He Rows, but Earth was just...like that. It might not have been so obvious to someone who hadn't really been off of it. Switching again, Tony slid Reeve down into another low dip, forcing his balance around Tony's shoulders as he used his toes to push Reeve's leg out long for a proper tango bow, making him start to laugh again, sure the image was ridiculous and the pose unnatural for Reeve. Still, he continued, "I think it has something to do with the nexus point. The planet has something of a reputation for the most extraordinary--" He had drawn Reeve up again, ready to release him from this torture as their song ended, but found himself falling back too far until he was staring up at the charmless ceiling in his barren room in the tunnel.
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"I saw Cayde's map of Earth. The land masses are highly different from Gaia," Reeve counters.
But he doesn't get to say more, because there is a dip, and... Instead he's alone in his room. In his bed. And Reeve rolls onto his side and curls around Mini-C.
"That... didn't help anything," he whispered to the stuffed animal, which whapped him on the arm. "Yes, I know. Come on, let's go find something to do. I can't try and get back to sleep."
Not after that. He supposes for now he'll draw out Gaia as best he can.