taxonomites | Entries tagged with { tony stark

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

The day is off to a fantastic start. Tony's up and moving around, following through with the same snazzy guy routine he's played around with for years. Get up, fix up his hair with liberal amounts of hair products, slap on the snazzy clothes, then saunter out the door, heading for the good ol' hangout, the Summit Bar.

Sure, it's early, but that doesn't faze Tony in the least. He continues his jaunty walk down the sidewalk, whistling like he hasn't got a care in the world. Then he reaches the bar, and pushes open the door with a vigorous push.

Sweeping into the bar, he takes a long, dramatic look around. "Well, what have I missed?" He walks over to the bar, and slaps down his hand. "Hit me." Then he turns and winks at a blond leggy girl sitting directly behind him. "It's never too early for a drink, not when your name's Tony Stark."

[ooc: So yeah. Tony's been aged down to like.. 25. And he's wearing an Elvis-type jumpsuit. He thinks he's Mr. Cool. Have fun!]

justaddsunshine.livejournal.com

Glitch's plan had been to ease down from the floating position he'd woken up in. Nice, gentle, simple landing with all sorts of (new weird girly Kara-like oh gods) body parts on the floor where it was safe and (relatively) normal.

He miscalculated and crashed down with an "Oof!" which activated the tablet on his wrist, so everyone got treated to a very startled not!Kara.

"Oh cripes!" he exclaimed, then his eyes widened at the sound of not-his voice. He pushed himself off the floor, completely miscalculated his new and infinitely improved strength, and propelled himself backwards out the previously-closed and now shattered window. Fortunately he was now invulnerable so that didn't hurt at all, and he sort of glided out over Sanctuary Square, which was when his fear of heights kicked into overdrive. Down down down need to be down need to be not-up need to be on the ground NOW.

Wish granted! With a shriek he flung himself earth-ward, tumbling gracelessly until he hit the center of the square with enough force to leave a decent-sized crater. This...did not especially hurt either, for which he was eternally grateful.

He gingerly climbed out of the hole and oh-so-carefully got to his (Kara's) feet to survey the damage.

"Oh, cripes!"

ooc - backdated to the 29th

hamsterbait.livejournal.com

It had been an hour since DG had woken up in Buffy's body and it still felt strange. She knew that her own body hadn't been perfect, but it had been hers. She missed her battered leather jacket. She missed her unruly hair. She definitely missed her magic. This was just another ridiculous hamster game and she couldn't wait for it to be over.

She'd dressed herself in an outfit from Buffy's wardrobe and sat, cross legged, on her - Buffy's - bed to address the tablet.

"Buffy? It's DG. I ... have something that belongs to you. Please tell me you're the one in my body?"

There were a lot of people in Taxon, good and bad, and she didn't want to think about who else might have ended up with it. At least if it Buffy had her body, she'd know that it would be looked after and that her powers wouldn't be abused.

"Glitch? Cain?" Her face might have been unfamiliar, but her pout was unmistakable. "Are you guys ok? Are you still you?"

It was difficult to decide what would be worse. Cain and Glitch swapping places with each other or Cain and Glitch swapping places with someone else.

not-so-magical.livejournal.com

With a sigh, Kaylee turns on her--Spencer's--tablet, and does her best to offer a smile up to the citizens of Taxon. While Spencer's body is looking plenty tense (at least she's made it back to the ranch, that's gotta be a plus), his clothing has probably never looked so relaxed. T-shirt, jeans, no vests or collars or ties...

"Alright, this is Kaylee, callin' for a sound off. Who's who? And does anybody know where Malcolm Reynolds, River Tam, 'n Tony Stark might be findin' themselves in all this mess?"

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

It’s been a long week of work, and it isn’t even halfway through yet. Kaylee’s arrival back at the ranch involves flopping face-first into her mattress and not moving for a good long while. Tony’s arrival, almost an hour later, and the idea of a good old-fashioned night at the bar are what finally get her rolling off of the bed and pulling Tony toward the door.

There’s a smallish Extra-run bar not too far from the ranch, the closest and easiest to get to for impromptu drinks out. Kaylee grins and tugs Tony into the bar behind her, drags him up to the bar, and promptly plops down onto a stool.

Bring it, bartender.

couldbeavillain.livejournal.com

There hasn't been a whole lot to do in Taxon for Andrew lately, though he is recently rather paranoid about Buffy's prophecy of explosions and evil scientists. It seems that Tamper and Trick is fairly safe of these things, however, and Andrew has to be here to work anyway.

Besides being here for the safety, Tara is supposed to train Andrew a little further in working at the store, which is rather exciting for him. He's never had a job before and though he's been doing very minor things here when he can, he hasn't been able to do much, considering he doesn't know how to handle most of the items in the store.

Despite this very important fact, while he waits for someone to show up, Tara or otherwise, Andrew picks up a bottle of deep red something that he can't quite identify. He was never very good with the magical items. His specialty was demons and knowledge surrounding them. This magical item crap was all Jonathan, who was too stubborn to explain any of it, thought that probably also had to do with the fact that Andrew never learned how to ask nicely.

It crosses his mind all the things that the red something could do to a person. It could be like the drink in Alice in Wonderland that makes Alice grow ten times her size. Or was it that she shrunk? He wonders what would happen if a termite chewed through the cork in the bottle and fell into the something. Would it shrink to a tenth it's size? And then another tenth of that size because it's stuck in the something? And then continue shrinking forever without ever stopping?

Scared silly by his own aimless thinking, Andrew gingerly sets the bottle back on the shelf and worries at his hands as he watches the door hopeful for someone to arrive.

notabuymoron.livejournal.com

Casey's getting tired of people disappearing on him. Yeah, sure, he's used to moving around a lot, never getting attached. Even burning assets when he has to. He's played the betrayal game, been betrayed and had to leave his current life behind countless times. The first time was the hardest, of course. But the point is...he should be used to endings.

When Morgana and the Royal Chambers up and disappeared, he soldiered on. He's barely seen Gwen at all since she moved into Buffy's castle. And now he finds that the Last Mistake is gone and so's its proprietress.

He knows what it means, but he still can't help what he does next, activating the table to ask:

"So...uh...anyone seen Nazca lately?"

ironshodboots

Nazca is mostly over seeing Locke (as much as she can be, since she's still adamant that it was a trick, but some small part of her can't believe that it was). She's still uneasy from the setting, and the mind control, and waking up this morning on a mint. (She broke it up to experiment with at the bar, but her hair still smells like it. She supposes there are worse things.)

Caritas seems to cater more to the taste of the city than her own tavern; to be fair, however, the inhabitants of this city don't cater much to the taste of The Last Mistake, either. If she's going to do anything with it other than live there, she'll need a new strategy. She also doesn't think most of the city would be interested in her proposals about the economy: not yet, at least. Tony Stark, maybe, but she hasn't spoken with him in a bit, and one person hardly makes up a city. Helping Ax has given her something to do, but it's his project really, not hers.

This afternoon, she's sitting at a small table she set up in Sanctuary Square - in the shade - shuffling a Camorri deck of cards idly. A small hand-painted sign says, "Learn a game/teach a game."

There have to be people out there as interested in some weekend diversion as she is. And if not, well, perhaps she'll see someone she knows.

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

Tony is tinkering around in the workshop at Frye Ranch for what must be the millionth time. He's not doing anything of importance, not necessarily, but instead, is trying to divert his thoughts to something other than the continued string of failures he's been experiencing.

Also, he just likes to keep his hands busy, and poking around Kaylee's workshop is doing just that. Finally, after much rummaging around, Tony glances at the tablet lying on the table next to him. He figures he's put it off long enough, and so, he asks, "Hey. DG, are you busy? I need you to take a look at something for me. Now would be nice, but whenever you have time."

He pauses and stares again at the tablet, thinking of what else he wanted to say. Finally, it comes to him. "Oh yeah, and if anyone else can use magic to alter the properties of elemental compounds, I'll want to talk with you as well."

greenballadeer.livejournal.com

Lorne is standing on the stage of Caritas in a pink-sequined tuxedo, complete with matching bow tie. He turns on the visual feed on the tablet on his bracelet, and holds up the microphone. Above him is a banner that proclaims in gold glitter, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLEE." He beams at the audience and announces, "The kind gentleman Tony Stark would like to invite you to a celebration of a very special lady. Whether she's wielding a wrench or just a good attitude, she's always a joy to be around, and we're lucky to have her. A very warm 'Happy Birthday' to Kaylee Frye!" There's a sound of applause, then Lorne bursts into song, and two Extra backup singers appear from behind the curtain.

"We've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, we've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make us feel this way?
Kaylee. (Kaylee, Kaylee, croon the backup singers.)
Talkin' 'bout Kaylee. (Kaylee!)

We don't need no money, fortune or fame.
We've got all the riches one city can claim.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make us feel this way?
Kaylee. (Kaylee, Kaylee)
Talkin' 'bout Kaylee. (Kaylee!)

Talkin' 'bout Kaylee.
We've got sunshine on a cloudy day with Kaylee.
We've even got the month of May, with Kaylee."

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

It's taken me way too long to do this, but Kaylee had a birthday a little while ago.

I think this calls for a party. I need a place to throw it, though. Kaylee mentioned a bar called Caritas that's owned by a man named Lorne.

You wouldn't be interested in offering up your place for a party, would you?

aintnoconvict

As it was on most days (barring apocalyses) the workshop was open for business, a handpainted sign over the door inviting one and all to pop in for all their mechanical needs. Of course social calls were also more than welcome, as the shop provided a much more informal setting than the Northern Island.

Today, however, Glitch actually did have some business to attend to and so sent a locked video message to one Tony Stark.

"Hi Tony, it's Glitch." As opposed to one of the other zipperheads in Taxon. "I I think I've got something with the compound, but we won't know for sure without some more testing. Think you can stop by?"

ooc: Open post for all your Glitch needs! The rest of the staff may or may not be present at Cheryle and Emma's discretion.

glowingseer.livejournal.com

[ guess who's now seated at a secluded corner in caritas, with her head on the table and nursing a huge bottle of alcohol on her own.

no, really. guess. ] Oh, who cares about... broody, stupid vamps when I've got you... [ she grabs the bottle and reads: ] Mr. Voodoo Tiki Tequila. Mmm. You're now my new best friend, 'kay?

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

You busy, Kaylee? I mean, yeah, of course you are, but do you have the time to take a break for awhile? I have something for you.

Man, I could really use a drink. And if anyone says alcohol doesn't help headaches, I don't want to hear it. They'd be wrong, anyway. It's just what I need right now.

[The next bit is muttered, but it's still audible.] A little sleep would go nicely too. Is that too much to ask? No, never mind, I don't have time for sleep...

not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com

Sometimes, if you’re not paying attention or too busy working out the bigger-picture puzzle, you might miss the pieces that are right in front of you. The Doctor uses that against people more often than she falls prey to it herself, but say, for the sake of argument, that she allowed herself to be a little too distracted doing Doctorly things: even then, ‘Too distracted’ doesn’t generally mean ‘wandered into a chamber that oughtn’t be in 1980s Earth without even noticing’. The former implies a certain amount of harmless absent-mindedness, and the latter is just horrifically careless. So. In realizing her sudden change of location, the Doctor will assume that other forces at work. (Probably.)

She stands up on the raised platform first and wiggles her fingers at the ceiling for a moment – of course there’s a reason for that, she’s checking for some sort of motion sensing tripwire that might send her back where she came from – which nicely leads her to realise someone’s implanted a bracelet into her wrist. She probably didn’t just stumble onto a transmat, then, unless it’s a highly advanced transmat capable of materializing additional objects without interfering with the original pattern. Regardless, she has a bit of work to do now.

Basic assumptions: she can’t have gone too far on a level of transportation technology that didn’t even leave her nauseous; she’s in the same basic time period (she’d know if there was a time jump involved); and there has to be someone behind this, presumably watching her (or what would be the point?). And to support her theory, there’s a device on a pedestal next to her, probably for communications. She fiddles around with it for a moment until she finds what she can only assume is the broadcast setting.

“Tax.” She glances back at the Tablet. “Taxon? If you insist. I’d just like you to know that this is completely wrong for this time period on Earth, so if you’re attempting to masquerade or blend in – you won’t do well with this.” She straightens out her tone and posture out a bit, moving on to business. “All right, then, I’m the Doctor. I’m guessing you know who I am since you’ve brought me here, and I can only hope there’s a good reason. I certainly don’t have all day, so you might consider getting things started.”

But first, because the Doctor is the Doctor and prone to scientific curiosity no matter what, she can’t help but add in an aside of: “- And if we get through this and turn out to be friends, I wouldn’t mind having a look at your transportation system. Very tidy, didn’t even leave me dizzy. Well done.”

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Kaylee is not feeling well at all. She's worked too long without sleeping, and the dramatic weather changes haven't helped in the least. Overexertion, she chalked it up to. Lightheaded. Nauseous. And she's pretty sure that's a fever, on top of it. Just a matter of sleeping it off, that's been decided. Make sure everyone has what they need, and she'll be back to somebody's basement bunker for some well-deserved rest, at least for a little while.

It's after these last check-ups that she's headed back to Caritas, looking forward to crawling into whatever semi-comfortable corner she can find and just staying there for as long as she possibly can. The ATV slows to a stop, and Kaylee takes a breath.

Air.

The foul smell of said air is all it takes to set her stomach off. The ATV is left running as she slides out, stumbling for the nearest broken-down garbage can. Several moments of gagging and wasted food later, she slumps down, back against the garbage can, and laughs.

There's something to breathe. A small bit of hope, not a day too soon.

"Happy birthday to me~"

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

Hey. Is anyone else being shocked by the bracelets every time you use the hatches? Yeah, this isn't funny.

Don't tell me, this is the start of the world ending. Whoever's behind this needs to work on their sense of humor.

Kaylee, how are things going on your end? DG, Glitch, everything all right? Well, as "all right" as can be in spite of the circumstances?

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Frye Ranch, kitchen. Kaylee, for the normally cheerful person most folks are probably used to seeing, is looking a little less than 100%. Still smiling, sure, but there's a weariness there that doesn't normally stick around.

What it is? One little mechanic staying up far later than she should have the past few nights, trying to find answers and solutions to problems that don't even exist yet. Working with the little information Cordelia was able to give her, Kaylee's been searching for places in the city that might serve for decent protective bunkers. A couple prospect locations have been found, but there's always room for more.

"Alright," she sighs into the tablet, "here's what we got, and what we need. Judgin' by what Cordelia's seen, we got us some trouble on the way. Don't know when it's gonna be here, or how it's gonna happen, but that don't mean we can't go lookin' for ways to at least keep folks safe durin' it. What we need's gonna be anybody who's got a space that might be converted into a bunker of sorts, and folks who'd be willin' to help fix up those spaces so people can move down into 'em for a long period of time if needed. Let me know on here if you've got somethin', or stop by the ranch.

"Xie xie." And the feed cuts.

[[ Translation: Thank you. ]]

oppositeofhero.livejournal.com

Tony's finally gotten around to furnishing the house he'd chosen to live in. Sure, it isn't the fanciest place he's ever lived in, but he likes it well enough. From the couch in what serves as his living room, Tony picks up the tablet and turns it on.

Anyone who picks up on the transmission might notice something about Tony: he looks flat-out exhausted. That can be attributed to the fact that over the past few days, Tony has been staying up late running tests in Kaylee's workshop on a small amount of the element ruthenium, trying to see if it could be used to replace the palladium that was outliving its usefulness.

But all of those late nights were proving to be meaningless, as every one of his tests failed to bring about positive results. Tony being who he is, has not quite given up, but he figures now is a good time to bring in other people aside from just himself. What he needs is an element that will do the work of palladium, without causing any negative effects to himself.

He remembers his conversation with Nazca, and how she mentioned the hatches and the possibility of using an element that was not from Earth. Tony knows it's a long shot, and he really shouldn't be gambling with his life by using an element he doesn't know, but he is quickly running out of options. So, he turns to the tablet again, and starts speaking to it.

"Hey. It's Tony Stark." He leans back on the couch, trying to relax a little. "I need a favor from anyone who knows anything about elements, their properties, and how to apply them to practical situations." Okay, so his situation isn't exactly practical, but he still needs people who know how to apply their knowledge to real life scenarios, not fanciful ones they've dreamed up in their heads.

lionofolympus.livejournal.com

Hercules merely looks into his tablet and says one sentence.

"Who wants to get drunk with me?"

He smiles, awaiting an answer. He figures it is a simple enough request.