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[in_extremis]

WHO: Anyone in the area!
WHERE: From the Forge to the Hangar, so clear across the whole right side of the map if you're nasty
WHAT: A race, an abrupt end, and the inevitable consequences
WHEN: Once the glitter has settled, mid-Feb
WARNINGS: Some people will probably get hurt, but I have no metric for how gory they're going to be about it. I'll let you know if it happens.
NOTES: I'll put some toplevels just to organize the sequence of events, but if they're in a weird order to you or you want a different one to do your thing and need me to reorganize, let me know. If you just want to put another one, feel free.
For any further plotting discussion of anything going on here, hit up the plotting post.


While the air was no longer swirling with it, the effect of the glitter gathered like a blanket on the ground was like that of freshly packed snow after a storm. It left Tony squinting in the glare of it with the sun revealed clearly in a cloudless sky, only to bounce viciously off of every coated surface. Even through his sunglasses and hand raised to shade his eyes as he peered down the corridor from the grassy edge of the forge toward where he knew the hangar was, Tony could only consider the path for so long before squeezing his eyes shut against the competing oases that the light threw up. It was going to feel a bit like skiing, he thought.

Returning to the site where his pit crew had been gathering throughout the development of the vehicle, he reported, "It's worth a try." The path up to the hangar was almost entirely a wide, straight road, the longest clear area they had to test the power of the speeder. As Tony mounted it experimentally to kick the power on, it flung a new rain of glitter in all directions, leaving anyone gathered doused once more and Tony snickering from the hovering vehicle. "I don't think there's going to be any problems."

It was a heavy, growling thing under the sleek body that Tony had found time to detail with pink and red glittering stars, inspired by the strange storm. Unlike the Iron Man's whispering repulsor power, the speeder purred even at rest, gnawing through the experimental fuel and whining faintly at the effort of holding itself up and in place, like it was straining against a bit. It felt more like a motorcycle that Tony would be familiar with, likely, than the speeder that Poe was expecting, or the sparrow that Cayde had tried to explain, and without having to rely on the repulsors, it could manage far more weight for longer periods than this model of Iron Man. A heavy Exo could easily take a passenger, or a haul of dinnerware, to start cutting down on the travel time around here.

Or Tommy could be given yet another thing to gloat about.

Comments

After the damage is done

[in_extremis]

[heypartner]

When the smoke had cleared and it was obvious no one was going to die from anything Cobb stood back from it all with his arms crossed over his chest. This sort of shit reminded him of being a teenager, bored out of his mind and desperate for any sort of entertainment that wasn't sabacc or throwing chance cubes. Run a speeder through the commune just to scare up trouble.

"Gotta get out of this hangar," he muttered under his breath.

Cobb had wanted to for awhile. The ship was too cramped and cold. He knocked his head on pipes too often. He missed sleeping in a real bed. Honestly, he kind of missed the quiet as well. Tomorrow he'd take a walk around the city and see what he could find. He might have to fix something up but at least that would give him something to do with his time.

All the inactivity had probably caused all this as well. These folks seemed a little stir crazy, like they weren't used to the quiet or something. He didn't know. It was a hard group to read.

Well, he started walking towards what remained of the mess. Better go see if he could help with the clean up.

For Tony

[plate_builder]

Someone was in trouble. Who that someone had to be wasn't even a mystery. And who that trouble was coming from had to be obvious too, because the door of one of the ships opened and out strode Reeve, bristling with annoyance.

It took all of three steps down the ramp and one glance around before his voice boomed out through the hangar. The sort of voice with the sharp crack of someone used to being obeyed who had found himself disappointed. Someone who was, rightly enough, upset.

"Anthony. Edward. Stark."

His voice snapped hard on each name, each punctuated by a loud step down the ramp and toward the ground.

"What have you done?"

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If that big hit hadn't immediately drained the Iron Man to limping, Tony might have turned tail and made his escape through the nearest hole in the wall at the first syllable of his name that rang through the hangar, before Reeve could see his shadow. As it was, he was already lingering by the carcass of the speeder, helmet in hand and barely able to keep the Iron Man upright, never mind consider dragging the vehicle anywhere. He had to stiffen at the sound instead, then slowly turn his head toward Reeve's approach, jaw set and with a dangerous glint in his eye for being threatened with this authority.

"Redecorating," he offered lightly, or as lightly as he could with the challenging smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. There wasn't a slap or sanction that Reeve could follow with that tone he took, that would take Tony by surprise. He'd had this fight plenty.

[plate_builder]

Reeve continued his approach, his own jaw set, danger for danger. Because Tony, he truly didn't understand what Reeve was capable of at the moment.

"Redecorating is moving furniture around or hanging paintings. Redecorating is getting rid of a couch you got in college for a one that you actually both rather than picked up off the sidewalk. Or if someone is as mature and prone to causing as stir as you are, Anthony, redecorating is taking your crayons and drawing on mommy's nice clean walls!"

Oh yes, he was angry. Look at this chaos, this damage, this potential of injury. Look at the thing that had crashed!

Reeve's hand came out of his pocket, clenched, and lightning crackled around it, the air getting the slight scent of ozone added to all the other riot of smells.

"This? This is destruction. That I can't see having come from any hands but yours. So I repeat. What. Have. You. Done?"

[in_extremis]

The wall and floor here definitely experienced a change since Tony had last stood in the hangar, and that was apparently his defence to Reeve's tirade as he gestured meaningfully to the mess. "So, you don't like it," he concluded. Too experimental for Reeve, evidently.

Tony suddenly didn't feel as keen to joke as Reeve brandished a fist at him, making him warily turn more fully toward Reeve with both hands on the helmet. Clearly, what he had done was destruction, so he didn't think there was a great need to answer the question. Instead, he insisted in a familiar tone, "Please, call me Tony. Glad to have made such an impression, it's important to have a strong brand."

[plate_builder]

Oh, he had no intention of striking the other man. Not with his own fist. What a mess.

"Was there a particular reason you wanted to damage the hangar and, from what it seems like, our fellows as well?"

He kept walking, circling past Tony so he could instead look at the damages. Damn him.

"Or had you not considered that."

[in_extremis]

That wasn't evident yet to Tony, who stepped back as he tracked Reeve around him to put a little more distance between them. "Gotta be honest, that part of the plan hadn't made it to paper," he admitted, tilting his head like he might be ready to actually admit that the impulsive decisions that had led to this predicament might have deserved more consideration. Instead, he continued, "Listen, it would have been a much bigger show if I knew where it was going. This is not the worst thing that could have happened."

[plate_builder]

Annoyed at that obvious statement, Reeve let some of the charged magic off, the bolt hitting the hangar floor a few inches in front of Tony. It was easy to do, even with all of the metal encasing the man. He just had that much control over the magic.

"You're right. You could have gotten someone killed. I'm sure it would have been amusing."

[in_extremis]

Tony didn't know that Reeve could do that, making him flinch in surprise, then immediately resentful that he had. He quickly went from a wide-eyes stare at the new mark on the floor to a narrow glare at Reeve for the threat. "If that's all you're worried about, I'm happy to report that there will be no funeral in the immediate future, so that won't be interrupting your busy schedule," he hissed. "It's probably about time you got back to the office, don't let me keep you."

[plate_builder]

"I'm worried about the people who could be hurt. I'm worried about you doing things that could get people seriously wounded."

He strides angrily past Tony and toward the wreckage. What an asshole.

"It's so nice to see you so concerned about other people, Tony. Maybe you should leave, seeing as you seem more excited to make messes than anything else."

[in_extremis]

"Nobody asked you to come out here and fix it," Tony pointed out, following now that he knew what Reeve meant to do with that raised hand. It wasn't any better than being punched, but Tony knew what to expect. "I'm handling it, I've got it under control now, it's over. It's not a mess, it's something that happened, past tense, and what I don't need is you here to tell me all about it. I've got the tapes, I'm good."

[plate_builder]

"Take your tapes elsewhere, Stark," Reeve snaps, whirling to glare at the man. "Because maybe if you watch them enough you might appreciate the risk you put people at. I understand that you seem to find little value in your own life, but that doesn't mean you get to find little in those around you!"

It's not under control. It's something that Tony did, the damage was done, and it was Reeve that would have to fix what Tony had wrought.

[in_extremis]

Having Reeve face him again only raised Tony's hackles more, making him stop short as Reeve turned to face him down, glaring back and hoping the extra height of the Iron Man could give him a little cushion from the very immediate reality that Reeve was definitely right, but Tony wasn't going to just let him come onto the scene shouting about it. He didn't need Reeve to tell him that he had fucked up, the evidence was still smouldering.

"I was trying to help, something has to happen around here that isn't at a glacial pace, we're not all on board with your fucking twenty year plan!" he shouted back.

For Poe

[plate_builder]

After a very loud, and very public chewing out of the culprits of today's little disaster, Reeve starts to move on to inspect the results. An engineer and problem solver to the core, his attention is definitely on helping and repairs. But nothing, nothing draws him quite so quickly as Mini tugging at his pant leg and pointing frantically before running off.

The doll has noticed something Reeve hasn't. Mini had noticed Poe and BB-8. The frantic, concerned energy of the doll had Reeve stepping more quickly to approach the pilot and his droid friend.

"Has something happened?" he asks as he approaches.

[happybeeps]

BB-8 warbles in answer, Poe crouched with the droid and trying straighten his loose antennae while he worked out how to go about fixing the rest of him in this place. One of his orange rings had been knocked loose from it's frame, exposing small slivers of his interior. He can still function like this, though it's not ideal to have his insides exposed to the elements like this.

Poe glances up at the question, the end of the antennae between his teeth as he tries to force it back into shape, "We've been through worse," he offers, but gives a faint nod as he tries to gauge how straight he's managed to get it. "Bit of an accident."

[plate_builder]

Oh poor BB-8. He kneels down by the droid, looking at the issues.

"Tony," he grumbles under his breath. "May I please, Poe? I'm very good at straightening of wires and other metal. Came with my work. If you are both already with that."

He also looks sadly at the wires. He thinks he knows what he can do for that as well.

"I have some tools back in my workspace that could help with repairs."

[happybeeps]

"Crashes happen," Poe excuses, though he's going to have his own words with everyone involved. He's been in enough of them to know they can't always be helped.

He hands off the antennae with a grateful hum, palm dropping to give BB-8 a reassuring pat.

"We'd appreciate it," he accepts, not sure he can make the repairs himself without more familiar equipment, "Can you give me a hand up?" His ankle very much doesn't want him to rise, though he's sure it's just a sprain, he can power through easily enough.

[plate_builder]

Crashes do happen, but that doesn't mean Reeve has to be pleased about it because there is so much that could have been avoided here. But he takes the antennae carefully and tucks it into a pocket. They'll need to head to his office indeed. Damn, it's a bit of a walk, especially if Poe had a sprained ankle. Well, he supposed the ships were an option. He did have some tools here, and good hands for the work.

"Appreciation is well and good, I just wish there was more I could do. Sadly, the Agrii did not see fit to randomly gift me with my healing materia."

He offers out a hand, even as Mini goes to check on BB-8.

"Come, let's start with getting you to a ship and settling you there. Need be, I can send that fast young man to my office for what I'll need."

[happybeeps]

Poe waves off the concern, though once he's up he does lean on Reeve.

"You can do that?" he asks in surprise. Not here apparently, but did everyone have powers of some kind but him? "I can walk. This is nothing. I got thrown from a crash on Jakku, wandered the desert on foot until I found someone."

[plate_builder]

Reeve wraps his arm around Poe's waist, offering more stability.

"I'm a deft hand with the magic I work back home. Though I suppose I still have the one magic here, with Mini."

Healing, though, he wished he could. Though he doesn't roll his eyes over Poe suggesting he could go off on his own. Even if he could, that didn't mean he should.

"Let me help you, that's what I'm here for."

[happybeeps]

Poe offers a challenging smirk, but accepts the assistance, fitting into his side and wrapping his own arm up over Reeve's shoulder.

"There should be some bandages in the ship. Wrap it up and I'll be good to go."

[plate_builder]

Oh don't challenge him you injured young man.

"I can and will wrap your ankle. But you should stay off of it. So we'll use your ship and you will stay on it while I send someone for tools to help with BB-8."

Don't argue with him, Poe. Didn't you hear him argue with Tony? He's not going to give up on it.

[happybeeps]

If you intend to befriend Poe you are just going to have to put up with a whole lot of challenge, Mister.

"Is that so?" he teases, arching a brow, "Doctor's orders?"

[plate_builder]

Poe? Poe isn't challenging. Clearly.

"You seem the type to ignore doctor's orders. And if I thought you would respect those of a superior, I'd use that tone."

Except Poe reminds him of Cid, and no one told that man what to do. He had his own opinions. Nope, that wasn't likely to happen.

"If it comes to it, I will find a way to tie you to the bunk," Reeve warns. "I'm good with knots."

Because, you know, engineer and needing to tie up bundles of supplies and all he did in the last world. Clearly no other implication should be read.