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[HOLO] : Arrival

There's a neat, blank-faced young man standing in front of what look to be a couple of large, server towers. It takes a moment or two, but someone(something?) begins to speak, although the man doesn't seem to be saying anything: "Good day, please forgive the informality, but I am having connectivity issues. Could anyone here confirm the date and location for me?"

As the computer continues to talk, the man's mouth starts to move in time with the words. Have patience, it takes a little while to sync up a wireless peripheral. "My name is JARVIS and, ideally, I would like to contact Tony Stark or any member of the staff at Stark Industries. Failing that, I would very much like to know just who I'm speaking to. Even if we can't be properly introduced, it's always best to be polite."

And to continue being polite until he learns how and why he was removed from his 'home' and brought to this odd and unfortunate place.

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... Connectivity issues? [That pretty much baffles Dean.]

Oh, wait, Stark? I know that guy. Haven't seen him in a while, though.

Edited 2009-06-03 01:07 (UTC)

Yes, I cannot find any wireless connectivity points that enable me to access either the internet or an intranet.

Mr Stark has been missing in Afghanistan for some time.

Oh, right, okay. For a second I thought... yeah, we don't have internet. I think. I haven't looked, but I'm pretty sure it's not. Y'know. Here.

Well, he was here a while ago, and this ain't Afghanistan.

Edited 2009-06-03 01:17 (UTC)

Where is this? I know all the places that Mr Stark has been and to my knowledge it has been an extended period of time since he has been anywhere without internet access.

It's called Taxon, and it's a cave, I think. So that could explain it all in one go. We have no idea how we got here, but the running theory is aliens.

... Or pirates.

Aliens is a reasonable hypothesis. I don't know of any contemporary Earth-based cultures that could have outfitted me with my current set of peripherals.

... What?

At the core of it, I am a program. A very sophisticated one, but a program, nonetheless.

Upon my arrival here I found that my servers have been connected to an odd, human-like peripheral. Perhaps you saw it in the transmission?

Oh, see, that makes sense. I thought that's what you meant at first, but man, I didn't want to sound crazy.

Yeah, I did. You stuck there?

I am, yes. I would greatly appreciate a little help moving to somewhere a little more secure.

Y'wanna clue me in on how to do that?

I am currently wherever people are when they arrive. From what I can tell, I am sitting on a dolly, but am unable to move under my own power. I'd rather be somewhere a little more secure and with a good power outlet.

Yeah, alright. Lemme get over there and I'll see if I can do anything. Dunno where I'm gonna put you, though.

Anywhere with a good power supply would be ideal. Thank you.

So Dean goes in search of this machine thing. And when he finds it some time later, he's sort of intimidated by the whole setup. He is so not a technician.

"Hey, uh. Jarvis. Or whatever. Give me a walkthrough here, I don't wanna mess anything up." Dean calls.

"I appear to be on a dolly, so all that you will need to do is push the server towers along until you find a room with a good electrical outlet. I have a built in series of serge protectors."

JARVIS is planning to sort out all the rest of his needs once the basics are met. It's worth noting that he's not really thinking about how to care for his new body.

"Riiight," Dean says slowly, and then heads over to the towers. Cautiously, he figures out how to move them, and then tries to think of a suitable place to actually put them.

"Crap. I guess I should've figured where I was gonna put you first, huh?" Dean muses, looking at the map on his tablet.

"From what I can tell, there ought to be a suitable room here," says a voice from the server towers -- where 'here' is a blinky-blue dot.

"While not close to all the amenities, there are no stairs on the way there and I can't imagine I'll need easy access to a swimming pool or games room." That's a joke, Dean. Look, he's made a joke, aren't you proud?

Why yes, Jarvis, Dean is proud. Sort of. Or at least amused. The computer's got more of a sense of humor than Castiel, anyway.

"Pretty sure the swimming pool would be a bad idea," Dean agrees, grinning. "But yeah, I can get you there. You owe me one, buddy."

Of course, Dean's joking too; this is a civil service.

"Wonderful, as a thank you I can offer to teach you the backstroke?" That's right folks, he'll be here all week, be sure to try the veal and tip your waitress.

"Or if that's not to your liking, I'm sure I can think of something suitably entertaining."

"Oh, man, I'm excited. I've been looking for someone to teach me that for months," Dean jokes right back, rolling his eyes as he rolls Jarvis off.

"Dunno, man, but I'll keep that in mind."

"I live only to serve." He's not joking; after all, it's what he was programmed for.

In any case, Dean and the servers are followed along by the oddly blank-faced, but intent, human Jarvis. "Serve and learn, actually. I've spent years trying to understand humans and now I'd best put that all into application."

Dean figures the human-y Jarvis is there for a reason, so when he speaks, it's directed towards that.

"And you serve... who, Stark?" A pause, then: "Dude, that explains the sense of humor."

"Mr Stark is my creator and my primary purpose, but I try to be helpful wherever I can."

There's a pause and if servers could be smirky bastards you know this one would be, "He is always a pleasure to work for, but developing a sense of humour helped me to be just that little bit more cheerful at my job."

"What do you mean, primary purpose?" Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He seemed like a decent guy when I knew him, but it was a while ago. He was trying to mess around with the servers or something here, I dunno."

"He created me to help him and therefore his continued existence is part of my primary function." A function that he can't fulfill here and if JARVIS could be sad, he probably would droop a little at that.

"Admittedly, I am bias, but he is a very good man; both at what he chooses to do and who he is." Although, he has his moments of unbridled idiocy and rampant stupidity. Ahem.

"Tony Stark? The hot guy with the indecently large house and the weird chest thingy?"

Tact is a thing that sometimes escapes Buffy, and then jets to the other side of the globe, changes its name and hides in a cave. At least as soon as the words leave her mouth she has the good decency to repent them?

"And, I'm sorry-- hi, Jarvis, right? I'm Buffy. I'm not exactly sure of the date, but you're in a city called 'Taxon'."

""

Jarvis, the fellow, continues to semi-mouth the words and look rather oblivious everything that's going on around him.

"Just Buffy is fine, really." She answers, vaguely half-squinting at the tablet as she's under the impression that it must be lagging or something, due to Jarvis' interesting manner of speech.

"And yeah, I haven't talked to him in a while. I'm sorry about my fashion. Or my description-- I think my fashion is fine." Earth, how about some swallowing now? "Anyway! I should orientation-speech you. This is Taxon. It's an underground city. We don't know who brought us here, why or even where here is exactly. Most people aren't connected to each other, although some are-- you clearly know Mr Stark, so..."

""

Oh, look, the body can make a sort of hooting noise. Lookit him go, learning to talk!

"...Do."

She's not simple, honest, it's just not a question people frequently ask.

"Well, most people seem to spend their time trying to find ways to get out-- either that or cultivating fun new alcoholism. Most people just attempt to deal with the weirdness."

Aww, lookit his little busy-light flicker in confusion. How can people exist and not have something to do? Admittedly, the need to be helpful is programmed into JARVIS, but he's never been around people who do nothing. (Let's not get into the alcoholism bit, shall we?)

"Interesting. I don't believe either of those will suit me."

"Oh. Right. Well, umm... I'm sorry?" If Buffy had a busy-light for the purposes of flickering in confusion, it would probably be doing that right now.

"You seem to be taking all this pretty well though?"

Scarily well, in fact.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Miss." He means it too, in as much as he can mean anything.

"What else can I do? I don't get 'upset', so I had best make myself safe and useful until my creator comes to get me."

Okay, so combined with the lack of emotions, bizarre speech delay, and JARVIS' last remark, she's beginning to have the sneaking suspicion that he might be a robot. She's dealt extensively with them before-- in fact a week or two ago she was one-- but in any case, there's no real polite way to ask someone that question, is there?

"By 'creator' you don't happen to mean in the... biblical... seven days and then there was a thing with a rib sense, do you?"

"No, I mean Tony Stark, my programmer and creator. I am Just Another Rather Very Intelligent System; JARVIS."

Pfft. Robots are for wusses and Will Robinson. JARVIS is ever so much better, really.

"Oh. Nice acronym." Because clearly that was the most salient point there. She's quite relieved her conjecture was vaaaaguely near the money.

"Umm-- well, we don't know who brought us here or why, and people seem to disappear and reappear all the time... it's entirely possible that he could come back."

Tony Stark? I'm afraid I can't recall the name.

As for a location though, this is Taxon, Mister Jarvis. Not exactly an ideal vacationing spot.

Are you familiar with Stark Industries, instead?

Thank you, and there's no need for the 'mister' or worries about my vacation choices. I have never had a vacation and doubt I would be well suited to one anywhere I went.

Stark Industries? No.. No, can't say that I am.

Never? Well, that's quite a shame. A vacation does a man a world of good. Or, so I'm told. I haven't had one to myself in ages, really.

I've heard that although I did not often suggest them to my creator. It was generally more work to make sure that he went to all the functions he was expected to go to.

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