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quietplacelogs2018-02-20 09:10 pm
flyguy) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-02-20 09:10 pm
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FEATURING Tony Stark, his pile of junk, whoever wants to hop in eyyy
WHAT'S HAPPENING? catch-all post please bother Iron Man
DAY Any time in February
CW Ego to rival Ego's, will add if necessary
NOTES Tony is officially known as the Crazy Junk Man to the natives. I encourage everyone to make up rumours they've heard about him from the locals please
Hatching a plan
Sunday School for ABCs and 123s
Old Mr. Stark
221b Baker Street
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WHAT'S HAPPENING? catch-all post please bother Iron Man
DAY Any time in February
CW Ego to rival Ego's, will add if necessary
NOTES Tony is officially known as the Crazy Junk Man to the natives. I encourage everyone to make up rumours they've heard about him from the locals please
Hatching a plan
Tony has been to the hospital. Needed a microscope. While he was scrounging around for one with an electrical cord not chewed through by the wildlife (and dancing in his bare feet around the piles of rat poop on the floor), he'd seen it. Right out the window. A firehouse. And just like that a plan had formed in his mind.
He'd seen the port on the island in the middle of the Seine. There had to be radio equipment there. Equipment that could connect to both towers and satellites. He wanted it.
Things are hardly so easy as saying “I need it” and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to buy it for him. Here, anyway. So he's standing in wherever the sand is kept and stopping technicians or whoever else is around to sign at them in his clumsy grasp of the langauge:
How much?
He's here to make a purchase.
((OOC: Tony is looking for sand to explore the firehouse next to the hospital. His plan is to put together some working firesuits + oxygen tanks and raid the port on Ile Lacroix at some point in the future.))
He'd seen the port on the island in the middle of the Seine. There had to be radio equipment there. Equipment that could connect to both towers and satellites. He wanted it.
Things are hardly so easy as saying “I need it” and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to buy it for him. Here, anyway. So he's standing in wherever the sand is kept and stopping technicians or whoever else is around to sign at them in his clumsy grasp of the langauge:
How much?
He's here to make a purchase.
((OOC: Tony is looking for sand to explore the firehouse next to the hospital. His plan is to put together some working firesuits + oxygen tanks and raid the port on Ile Lacroix at some point in the future.))
Sunday School for ABCs and 123s
And that's how you make a closed circuit. Any questions?
[Tony ignores the hands that rise up. It's Sunday and as per his job he's teaching class at the town hall to pull his weight in the community. Not his first choice for a job, but he's hard put to deny the local kids (and assorted others) instruction in what he knows. Most knowledge beyond your typical hamlet occupations (and the construction of solar panels) seems to have been lost to the vagaries of time. Not only can he help, he wants to help.
But also he does hate teaching. It's a kind of catch-22.]
For next week I want you to build something and bring it in. Doesn't matter what. Let's get an idea of your collective skill as a class.
[He stops, finished. The class stares back. ... Clearly some kind of social cue is missing here because he meant that for them to skedaddle and not be his problem anymore. A long pause.]
Class dismissed. Get out of here. Shoo.
[Tony ignores the hands that rise up. It's Sunday and as per his job he's teaching class at the town hall to pull his weight in the community. Not his first choice for a job, but he's hard put to deny the local kids (and assorted others) instruction in what he knows. Most knowledge beyond your typical hamlet occupations (and the construction of solar panels) seems to have been lost to the vagaries of time. Not only can he help, he wants to help.
But also he does hate teaching. It's a kind of catch-22.]
For next week I want you to build something and bring it in. Doesn't matter what. Let's get an idea of your collective skill as a class.
[He stops, finished. The class stares back. ... Clearly some kind of social cue is missing here because he meant that for them to skedaddle and not be his problem anymore. A long pause.]
Class dismissed. Get out of here. Shoo.
Old Mr. Stark
[Not much preamble here. If you pass house 1 you may just see some children racing (disturbingly quiet, the locals have their Pocahontas colors of the wind skills down to an art) around from the back, hands over their mouths and shoulders shaking as they contain giggles. Tony is following at as quick a pace as he dares, hands signing STAY OFF MY LAWN after them.
All he's missing is a cane to shake.]
All he's missing is a cane to shake.]
221b Baker Street
[Tony has the hood of one of the abandoned cars up in the main area of the settlement. He's looking over the engine, cherry picking parts he wants with sure and careful hands and tools. A sampling of clothes are draped over the side of the car where he can grab them to muffle tools and parts as needed. On the ground by his feet is a backpack already filled with several parts wrapped in cloth. Everything's going well enough, streaks of dirt covering Tony's bare arms and one right across the bridge of his nose aside. That is until the rod holding up the hood suddenly plunges through the rusted chassis of the car. The hood comes dropping down.
It's an agonizingly tense moment as Tony reaches out to put his arm between the hood and the engine bed with surprisingly quick reflexes. He just manages to catch it, heart beating loudly in his ears, blood rushing, with the surge of adrenaline and fear at what such a loud noise might bring. And then the pain flares up: the hood's cut into his arm, blood welling up around the rusted metal and beginning to run.
Oh. That's not good. Idly he wonders, as he grits his teeth to prevent from making a sound, when the last time he received his tetanus booster was.]
It's an agonizingly tense moment as Tony reaches out to put his arm between the hood and the engine bed with surprisingly quick reflexes. He just manages to catch it, heart beating loudly in his ears, blood rushing, with the surge of adrenaline and fear at what such a loud noise might bring. And then the pain flares up: the hood's cut into his arm, blood welling up around the rusted metal and beginning to run.
Oh. That's not good. Idly he wonders, as he grits his teeth to prevent from making a sound, when the last time he received his tetanus booster was.]
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Sunday Skool! (forward dated to 2/24)
She's staring at her bits and pieces as Tony dismisses the class, unsure of what she learned, which is really frustrating. She went to college for journalism. She did great work in college. She was always a good student! She's never been a bad student before. Then again, she's also missed a few of Tony's classes apparently. She had no idea this stuff was really going on... Geez Louise, she's lost so much time to Kilgrave.
She shakes her head. She's not going there! Onwards and upwards! That's the name of the game. And the name of this game is learning electronic stuff so she can build her very own solar panel. She's got plans.
Hopefully she doesn't need a closed circuit for these plans, though, because yeesh. She sweeps her bits and pieces into her hand and holds it behind her back as she makes her way up to Tony with a bright smile. She'd opted to forego the supersuit for something like this, choosing instead a smart, business millennial look.]
Hey there! My name's Kara. Thanks for the lesson. I did have a question, though, actually, if you have a second?
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I think you're the first person I've seen not dressed in a onesie. Sure. Shoot. What's on your mind.
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[annnnnyway...] So! Right. Question. Solar panels. I'm kind of in the market for them. I don't know how to build one, though.