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04 [Central: Stark Tower - Open to Anything] A first class diva for all your Stark needs.
Building and presenting the wind tunnel had actually made Tony happy. It was a scary thing to be happy with giving, and he blamed his time with the Avengers for such emotions. Whatever it was, he had thing to do in and about the Tower. If he was stuck here for the duration, then there was a lot that needed to be done.
Plans for the rooftop suit robotics were in place. He'd gotten things up and running on Taxon's electricity since the device he'd used for sustainable energy before hadn't proven compatible to this place. At least not yet. That left some of the little things.
Stepping into the lab, he heard movement. His first thought was Selina, though a mental image of Sherlock flashed through his mind as well. It turned out to be neither of them as the cylindrical head lifted, slowly tilting to one side quizzically.
His breath caught in his lungs. An award winning robot built when Tony was just seventeen and for all his issues with the thing, with it's lack of judgment in so many things, Tony suddenly felt a little less cut off from his life to see Dummy there.
For a long time he was silent before stepping into the room and crossing to stand before the robot.
"You've been slacking," he said, waggling a finger at the robot. Dummy's head tilted the other way. "Don't give me that. We've got work to do."
Pausing, he clunk his brow against that cylindrical "head" before turning away. "Right. Work. Come on."
An hour later he was on a ladder, mounting one of a series of cameras to the outside of the building. This one over the main door, pointing at the spot before a buzzer. He looked up into the camera.
"Link the locks with the camera and link it into the facial recognition hardware," he said to the robot inside, his tablet blinking through the entire moment as he'd found Dummy and building the cameras as it broadcasted. He really didn't pay it any attention.
Climbing down from the later, he pulled a flat, engraved panel from his back pocket. Using a drill and masonry bit, he mounted the plaque beside the buzzer.
STARK TOWER
Ring buzzer for admittance
Smile for the camera and the facial recognition software
If you're Sherlock, the US government, or somehow Fury...
Make an appointment for two weeks from never
Plans for the rooftop suit robotics were in place. He'd gotten things up and running on Taxon's electricity since the device he'd used for sustainable energy before hadn't proven compatible to this place. At least not yet. That left some of the little things.
Stepping into the lab, he heard movement. His first thought was Selina, though a mental image of Sherlock flashed through his mind as well. It turned out to be neither of them as the cylindrical head lifted, slowly tilting to one side quizzically.
His breath caught in his lungs. An award winning robot built when Tony was just seventeen and for all his issues with the thing, with it's lack of judgment in so many things, Tony suddenly felt a little less cut off from his life to see Dummy there.
For a long time he was silent before stepping into the room and crossing to stand before the robot.
"You've been slacking," he said, waggling a finger at the robot. Dummy's head tilted the other way. "Don't give me that. We've got work to do."
Pausing, he clunk his brow against that cylindrical "head" before turning away. "Right. Work. Come on."
An hour later he was on a ladder, mounting one of a series of cameras to the outside of the building. This one over the main door, pointing at the spot before a buzzer. He looked up into the camera.
"Link the locks with the camera and link it into the facial recognition hardware," he said to the robot inside, his tablet blinking through the entire moment as he'd found Dummy and building the cameras as it broadcasted. He really didn't pay it any attention.
Climbing down from the later, he pulled a flat, engraved panel from his back pocket. Using a drill and masonry bit, he mounted the plaque beside the buzzer.
Ring buzzer for admittance
Smile for the camera and the facial recognition software
If you're Sherlock, the US government, or somehow Fury...
Make an appointment for two weeks from never
[location]
Glitch pushes the buzzer and casts about with a benign smile, not entirely sure where the camera is. Good luck with this, Tony.
[location]
Tony stared at the monitor for a long moment, considering. Finally he took the stairs two at a time, moving to open the door from the inside.
"Stark Towers, Tony Stark," he said, offering his hand. "You are?"
[location] aaand then Keri remembered A Thing
He grins and nods when the door opens and he raises his hand in return-- then freezes. Tony Stark. Tony, who'd been and gone nearly two annuals ago and this one is so different, healthier looking than the one he sort-of remembers.
So it's like Buffy again: the same but not, and he has to start at the beginning. The smile resumes.
"Name's Glitch," he replies with what could be described as a politician's handshake if not for the workman's calluses. "The one mentioend in Mayland's welcome guide thingy. Figured it was time I paid a social call."
[location] Oh. Well. Oops?
And usually not in doors either. He wondered what some of them would do if that gaping hole hadn't existed in the side of the tower.
"Glad to have you come by. I actually might want to pick..." He stopped himself, glancing at the zipper. "Well, my understanding is you know a bit about creating things."
[location]
He takes in the details and gives Tony a little eyebrow arch at the glance and abrupt shift in what he'd been saying. Nice to know his reputation preceds him.
"Your understanding's correct," he replies with a nod. Should he abuse his knowledge of the prior Tony? Sure, just a little, can't hurt. "And I understand you're of the inventy persuation as well?"
[location]
He’s trying to show his own manners, even if it isn’t quite happening.
“I am. If you want, you can see the lab. Not a lot going on in it, though there’s quite a bit I’m working on currently.”
[location]
"It takes a while to get up and running, Especially considering..." Yeah, the tower'd been kind of a wreck. "But yes, thank you, I'd love to see it. Lead the way."
Glitch wants to ask what Tony's working no, but remembers that whole manners thing. Professional courtesy, he'll find out in good time.
[location]
"It's back up and running by electricity. That's a start. Now to get the suit back online, and hopefully Jarvis," he said, leading the way down the hallway. "Do you do a lot of work here," he asked. "I saw the shop in the guide."
[location]
And now he has to resist suggesting a tailor for suit-related problem and inquiring about who and/or what Jarvis is.
"I do, sort of," Glitch replies with a shrug. "Mostly tinkering busywork but if folks come to me with a project I'm more than happy to help out. Kinda more of an inventor-by-commission these days."
[location]
DING DONG (so impatient)
*bzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
*bzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
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And ringing.
And ringing.
"What the hell," he muttered, rolling out of bed in his boxers. Not bothering with the camera, he padded down to the main door and peered out through the glass.
Well that made things interesting.
Without worrying about the fact he wasn't dressed, he opened the door.
"What can I help you with, Buffy."
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There's suddenly a large basket thrust at him, rustling with clear plastic wrap. If he looks closely, there's a summer sausage, some blocks of white and orange cheese, crackers...
Even a small cheese board and a knife.
It's your usual Deluxe Version basket from Hickory Farms, and it's currently covering most of Buffy.
"I came to apologize."
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"I have t admit, I'm not sure what you're apologizing for but please, come in. I rarely turn down adorable blondes with gifts," he said, stepping aside so she could come in.
"And then you may have to excuse me so I can actually put on clothes," he added, not seeming the least bit bothered by how he was dressed. Or in this case, wasn't dressed.
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It was a beauty, all glass and marble and soaring ceilings. Buffy's left gawking like a tourist.
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He realized then she wasn't following.
"Uhmmm, Buffy?" He watched the way she was looking around, chuckling. "Yeah, it's... a bit much. Or so I've been told. You should see the view from the big gaping hole."
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"Sorry, it just caught me off guard, that's all. I'll try and be unimpressed from here on out, though I'm curious to see what kind of view that giant gaping hole actually has."
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"Well, you're more than welcome to see it, though I note a god made it and not me. Do you want to walk or try the elevators? No Muzak anymore."
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"On the twenty-seventh. Elevators are working for the time being."
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"Welcome to my mad scientist lab. Try and not touch much, since it will very likely touch back," he teased. "Or blow up," he said with a laugh. "Sorry I didn't meet you at the door. Just trying to get this to where Summers and I can move it into place and see what it does."
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The quotation marks around the word 'spare' are audible enough that she doesn't bother actually making. "I'm not entirely fond of mad scientists. Or labs. But I think I can make an exception."
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He glanced at her. "I'm not mad. Not in that sense. I rarely even cackle."
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"Well, that's good. Otherwise we might have a problem." She's joking.
Mostly.
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He arched a brow. "You came to my lab, not the other way around."
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