[HOLO] : Arrival

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

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

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

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.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

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

Location: [Sanctuary]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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.

Location: [Sanctuary]

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"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.

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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.

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"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."

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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."

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"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."

[emergentfaculty.livejournal.com]

"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.