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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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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.
"Tweedle was pretending to help us get the last of the defenses set up then kidnapped me and knifed Tarvek with a blade with some virulent but unknown - to me - poison. If Tweedle is telling the truth, Tarvek will be dead before he hits the floor. HOWEVER, the Baron detonated a time bomb just as I was being kidnapped, in the center of my town," A flash of anger in her eyes and voice at that, "And so the whole town is frozen in time at the exact moment that we left. So once time restarts, which I still have to figure out, I have until Tarvek hits the floor to get a sample, analyze it, create an antidote and administer it. I've spent longer than I care to calculate trying to figure out a way to make this work. I'm seriuously thinking the best plan is just to kill Tarvek. If I can do it in a fast enough shock, cut off his head and stop his heart, that should HOPEFULLY stop the blood from spreading the poison. Then I can preserve his brain, if I can get it jarred and wired in fast enough, so that I can repair his body, sew his head back on and revivify him. In theory. If, you know, nothing else goes wrong. But killing him worked last time, so it might be the best way to heal him. Just a shame Gil will miss it, I think he was upset he was too sick to wnjoy it last time we had to kill Tarvek."
There were reasons that she blinked only at the number of people brought back all at once, not that you brought people back from the dead, Tony.
She facepalmed, realizing something. "And they might have their hands full. If all my clanks are there... without me... That... might be a problem. The construction clank alone is over twenty feet tall.... and there are a few thousand dingbots..."
"My theory is that you are still technically at home." He relented on his resolve to keep some of his theory quiet. This person obviously knew superior things from a different world. That could come in handy. "So you don't have to worry about your clanks. And, really, I think you'd make a great addition to the team here, Agatha."
A shame she didn't know about the Muse of Time yet, or she'd be far calmer.
She understood. She'd rather be working with practical tech than theoretical futures herself, and it wasn't exactly like she trusted him enough to tell him WHY another of her would be so dangerous....
Maybe some day, but not yet. So far he reminded her of Billy, which made her want to trust him, but her own desire to trust was what was making her cautious.