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cape_kore2014-05-20 10:59 am
narcissistictendencies) wrote in cape_kore2014-05-20 10:59 am
[Video] Tony Stark | 001
[So, the feed will open to a very, very unimpressed face. Oh so very unimpressed. However, that face might be a little battered and bruised, maybe even slightly bleeding, but it's still obvious how undeniably unimpressed he is. After a moment of silent staring, his dark eyes narrow a fraction, adding mild agitation to the blasé expression. He is well aware this is some form of broadcast, and by the looks of it, it's an open feed, but he really doesn't care if he's making people uncomfortable. He's uncomfortable, and therefore, everyone else should be too.]
Really? No, I mean really? [He also might be a bit tightly wound. He's had a rough day. Understatement of the century, right there.] You should teach your goons not to aim for the face. It's my meal ticket. And honestly? I didn't expect to wake up in such nice accommodations. Actually, I was thinking more like a basement or a dungeon or even tied to a chair. But this is creative, I'll give you that.
[He pauses, thinking over the events and his current situation. It just doesn't seem to fit. This isn't AIM. The introduction said something about a Science Center in Cape Kore. He also sincerely doubts the evil twit has a reason to keep him alive. So, unless he's missing a chunk of time, he's just flat stumped. The injuries disprove the 'missing time' theory, however. So, back to posturing at his captor.]
And if you think this little flair of hospitality will make me any more cooperative, you have another thing coming, Killian. By the way, telling me not to escape will only make me try harder. [He gets ready to cut the feed, only to hesitate, brows knitted together in contemplation.] And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date. [Take that Aldrich! The feed is promptly cut thereafter.]
Really? No, I mean really? [He also might be a bit tightly wound. He's had a rough day. Understatement of the century, right there.] You should teach your goons not to aim for the face. It's my meal ticket. And honestly? I didn't expect to wake up in such nice accommodations. Actually, I was thinking more like a basement or a dungeon or even tied to a chair. But this is creative, I'll give you that.
[He pauses, thinking over the events and his current situation. It just doesn't seem to fit. This isn't AIM. The introduction said something about a Science Center in Cape Kore. He also sincerely doubts the evil twit has a reason to keep him alive. So, unless he's missing a chunk of time, he's just flat stumped. The injuries disprove the 'missing time' theory, however. So, back to posturing at his captor.]
And if you think this little flair of hospitality will make me any more cooperative, you have another thing coming, Killian. By the way, telling me not to escape will only make me try harder. [He gets ready to cut the feed, only to hesitate, brows knitted together in contemplation.] And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date. [Take that Aldrich! The feed is promptly cut thereafter.]
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Is there any way to tell which of those it is?
[ Walking walking, and finally they hit the lab, Steve pushing the door open and letting Tony through first. He's still on high alert - he knows Tony can protect himself well enough but without the suit, and Steve without his shield? It's not exactly ideal. ]
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[Tony just raised an eyebrow at Steve as he pushed the door open for him. It was a very discriminating eyebrow, too, Steve. Judging you. But hey, when does Tony really look before he leaps? He usually just does the math and goes with it. And the math is; Two superheroes, one room full of the unknown. They got this.]
Well, well. [He looks around and yeah, it's kinda gross. Not his kind of lab, but it would do.]
It could use some tinkering, but I think I can handle it if I can find the right spare parts. Mechanic, remember? I know I'm a genius, and it's hard to remember which is my ideal field--because I have so many strong points--but it's building things. Not so much dissecting living things. Or... [He picks up a jar and examines the contents with a rather disgusted face.] formerly living.
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Well, if you tell me what you need and what it looks like I might be able to find it.
[ No promises, clearly, because he's only passingly familiar with a lot of things to do with technology, but he wants to get out of here just as badly and Tony's a good shot at it. ]
(Sorry for Tony orz)
Tony was still fiddling with rather odd things lying on the tabletops when he heard Cap speak. He promptly put down whatever he had in his hand and turned to face the man.]
Does, 'it seems to run on some form of electricity' ring any bells? [He sighs heavily, frustrated, but he shouldn't exactly take it out on Steve. He is offering to help. He doesn't apologise, because he's Tony, but he does mentally backtrack and start over.]
Okay, for starters? How about a computer or an interface? Laptop? Some kind of handheld or desktop device that does a little more than [He fishes out his mobile and gives it a shake for emphasis.] make network calls. Something I can write software on, preferably. Some kind of sensors. Anything from an electrocardiograph--[English, Tony. English.]--those little electrodes they tape to your body that monitor your vitals.
so rood.
Alright.
[ That's all he says about it, and starts picking through the laboratory, frowning as he lifts things and moves other things back. It's a lot of really, really unsettling shit in here, let's be real here. ]
Can you tell what kinds of experiments they were trying to run in here?
[ also: the hell is in these jars? Steve eyes one for a moment and feels his stomach twist, moving on. ]
ikr?
He pokes at another one of the jars when Steve mentions the experiments.]
Disgusting experiments. [Not helpful, Tony. Steve can certainly see that.] Maybe they're just props? Like biology teachers just keep jars of critters suspended in formaldehyde? [He makes a bit of a face, cross between disgusted and hopeful.] Yeah, probably not.
I just hope they weren't the population before we arrived. I know I look good in anything, but putting me in a jar is just pushing it. [He returned his attention to Cap.] Your guess is as good as mine.
i am the slowest pfsgsjf
We won't let that happen.
[ He doesn't try for a reassuring tone, but he is certain, glancing back as he starts digging through a cabinet, crouched with his back to a wall to watch the doorway just in case. ]
Pfh, no you're not! Have you met me?
That's comforting.
[Tony sighs and sits at one of the tables, looking over the scattered equipment. He slipped his mobile out and started tinkering. Tony style tinkering. A short growl later and he drops the mobile onto the brushed metal surface.] I need a computer.
[Something catches his eye and he jumps up, crossing the room without a care for what could possibly jump out and try to eat him, and slides to the other side of another steel counter.]
Bingo! [He unfolds and sets up the device there, and from the looks of it, it might have been used to examine the tissue of their canned friends scattered about. He works his arm under what appears to be a lens. Able to locate one of the small punctures, he almost seems pleased by whatever he's found.] I need a, uh... knife? Scalpel? Something sharp and pointy. Probably something to sterilise--... this is a bad idea, isn't it? Yeah.
[Tony looks up and locates Rogers with his gaze. He wasn't about to knick his skin with anything in this lab without first ensuring it was thoroughly sterilised and not likely to transfer any sort of alien diseases to him. Fortunately, his common sense caught up with his overly-excitable side.]
hahahaha <3
It depends what you're going to do with the knife.
[ That's easier to find; Steve digs and comes up with a scalpel, and brings it over but doesn't hand it to Tony just yet, glancing at the computer. ]
Are you going to try and pry it open?
I am completely and utterly inconsistent. <3
When Rogers approached with the scalpel, he frowned a bit and held out his arm, the inside facing upward.]
Microcomputers, remember? Keep up. They're fresh enough that the small puncture wounds haven't healed over completely, so I can locate just where they are with that. [He jerked a thumb towards the digital microscope.] If I can get to one of them, I can jury-rig an interface to run a diagnostic--that is, if I can find delicate enough tools to work with.
[Yes, this probably sounds like a very bad idea. Because, looking around, that equipment just doesn't seem to be present. This is more of a biology lab than a micro-tech lab. Tony might be jumping the gun a bit, but given enough time, he can probably accomplish the task with what's available to him. Which means he'd lock himself up in a lab for days on end, and unbeknownst to him, the Machine frowns on that kind of behaviour.]
ME TOO we coo'
Steve's eyes flick from his arm to the computer, and he grabs Tony to keep him from walking away, or worse, digging the scalpel in. ]
There are other labs, here. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume we can find what you need without you cutting yourself open.
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He stopped and looked back at the blonde with a sigh.] Fine. Okay.
[He pauses, looking almost like he might go back on that, but shuts the machine off and sets the few gathered tools aside.] And 'cutting into myself' sounds so drastic. A tiny little nick is all it would've taken. They're pretty useless right now, though.
[If he can get a hold of the right equipment, he can reprogram them for other uses, though. That might be something to look into.]