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Oct. 6th, 2020 at 8:28 AM
WHO: Tony Stark & Agatha Heterodyne
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: The Tower
WHEN: Tuesday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of injury/gore.
Tony barely slept. He'd spent most of the night watching his video surveillance of the portal. Unfortunately, it did little good as the villains were spit out quickly and landed all over New York. He felt useless. Perhaps he ought to put on his suit and go flying over New York? However, part of him didn't want to. He didn't want to see the pained looks on Pepper's, Morgan's, or Peter's faces ever again. Could he actually sit back and be the "man in the chair" though? Hell, he was antsy.
He was just about to try to get some more sleep in his chair when a strange sight popped out of the portal and landed on top of his building. He quickly summoned his suit (just in case) and rushed up.
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: The Tower
WHEN: Tuesday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of injury/gore.
Tony barely slept. He'd spent most of the night watching his video surveillance of the portal. Unfortunately, it did little good as the villains were spit out quickly and landed all over New York. He felt useless. Perhaps he ought to put on his suit and go flying over New York? However, part of him didn't want to. He didn't want to see the pained looks on Pepper's, Morgan's, or Peter's faces ever again. Could he actually sit back and be the "man in the chair" though? Hell, he was antsy.
He was just about to try to get some more sleep in his chair when a strange sight popped out of the portal and landed on top of his building. He quickly summoned his suit (just in case) and rushed up.
mood: 
worried
worried
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"Ow. Okay. Well at least I know wherever this is... no slavers. Yet," she muttered. "Connie?" she glanced behind her. No Connie. Not great. She reached into her pockets for a quick inventory. Pokeballs, yes. a few tools, some machine parts. No dingbots. That was... a problem until she could build one. A hand flew up to her throat. Okay she had her locket. Should have checked that first. Checked her hips. Belt yes, some tools and parts, yes. Death ray... "Blast it all." Which to build first? A death ray or a dingbot.
She grabbed some parts from her pockets and started working, not aware someone was approaching her.
Okay so she was taking it as a challenge, but come on, he's a Spark. Never tell a Spark they can't build something unless you actually want it built.
Her hands were still working, even if her attention was diverted. If anything she seemed to be working faster now. "Do you have a left leaning hepler wrench?"
"Do I have to worry about creating a flaw here?"
She took the torch under one arm, holding the controls with one hand and her device with the other. Without gloves she began to melt part of the metal to soften it so she could bend it into shape.
"Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne." She glanced at his face as she said her name, watching for... something.
Edited 2020-10-07 07:41 pm (UTC)
At food he had more of her attention. "Local specialties only or stuff from home too?"
She hadn't reacted much to the comment about bringing back the dead. Or money.
Edited 2020-10-07 07:47 pm (UTC)
She snapped a few tiny gears into place inside the casing she was making. "Pocket watch glass please," she said as she worked.
{citation}
Is the cake there yet? Just presume stuff arrives?
Seriously, what Spark wouldn't be drooling a little?
Re: Is the cake there yet? Just presume stuff arrives?
"Boss," FRIDAY interrupted, "cake and phone." The chute opened to reveal the chocolate cake, a knife to cut it, and a top of the line Stark Industries cell phone. Tony grabbed the items, put the cake and knife on the bench, and handed her the phone. "Ever seen one of these?"
But then there was cake. She closed what she was working on up, heading for the cake. The small device, which looked a little like a pocket watch with a snail spiral on the back case and glass over a metal disk in the front.. shook itself. The outer casing pulled away in spots to allow two thin spindly arms and two thin little legs egress before closing around the joints again. What looked like metal under the glass turned out to be a super thin sheet of metal over it -and... when had she done that? - that served as an eye lid. That lid rolled open showing one large questing eye. It spotted her and took a few tries to stand up, focused on her.
She.. was focused on the cake, and seemed quite willing to use her screwdriver as a fork, if one was not provided. She did look at the phone though, before her eyes went back to the cake. "A few people on the last world used those to connect to the network. Oddly for me, my network connection was..."
She stopped dead, patted herself down, and then looked utterly dismayed. "They're gone. My notes, Van Rjin's, the Doctor's, Billy's...." her shoulders slumped.
Edited (grammar) 2020-10-07 09:15 pm (UTC)
He noticed she was more interested in the cake than the phone. Oh, well. They'd get to it eventually. "Want me to cut you a slice?" He asked. "FRIDAY, plate and fork, please."
His heart went out to her about the notes. He'd be lost without his. "Sorry," he said quietly.
The small device shook a bit, then the top of it, where one might wind it were it actually a pocket watch, opened and out came small helicopter blades. They unfolded and the thing flew over to land on her head. The blades went back in and it slid down her hair to rest on her shoulder.
"The Van Rjin notes are... irreplaceable unless somehow Tarvek has a copy, and he's such a duplicitous snake that I'd fully believe he did and just wasn't telling me, but that still leaves me having to save his life, without Baymax's help apparently. I am starting to think killing him might really be the only option," she said, cutting herself a slice as she spoke, rather than making him serve her. She cut one for him too, but as there was only one plate, left it in place, canted a bit so he had access if he wanted it.
"The trick is going to be killing him fast enough to stop the poison from reaching his brain so I have any chance of bringing him back. And all of THAT requires a way to counteract the Baron's time bomb which... is what the Doctor's notes were about." she took a bite of cake, then another. She was drowning her frustrations in chocolate.