On Mun's rather interesting muse choices

[willthatbeallsir]

 My apologies, Miss Mundane, but I can't help but question your rather eclectic choice of muses from one of the most popular of movie releases.  One would assume you would join the rest of the bandwagon and choose Mr. Stark or Captain Rogers.

I suppose it is too much to hope for that you should choose someone within the normal realm of reason.



However, I do have much work to do, so if we could hurry this little chat up, that would be most beneficial.  Mr. Stark is requiring my services, as it were.

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[lionsandsnow]

[He'd say something but

he doesn't know who what which direction to say it to why the voice sounds as if it ought to be coming from a wireless. :| ]

[willthatbeallsir]

You appear to be most perplexed, young one.

Do you have an appointment with Mr. Stark?

[lionsandsnow]

Who's that?

[sob why does his mun do this to him.

Looking around, trying to find the person he's supposed to be speaking to and this was really weird ok?]

[willthatbeallsir]

[If it helps, Edmund, there's a computer that you can point your head at if you want to speak to something. But the voice is surround sound.]

Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, if you must know. I am programmed to perform any tasks that Mr. Stark should require.

[A long list pops up on the screen, scrolling through itself quite speedily before bringing up another file, doing the same.]

[thedarkbutler]

There's no need to be in such a rush. One of the nice things about this place is that you can have a little more time to yourself.

I sense a Butler-off

[willthatbeallsir]

I suppose I could start up that backup file of Mr. Stark's to-do list. He always tends to delete it.

[Party hard, Jarvis.]

[ms_potts]

[smirk] You don't consider yourself to be within the normal realm of reason?

[willthatbeallsir]

A pleasure to see you Ms. Potts. Shall I draw up some tea for you?

And I've yet to see anyone requiring my services other than Mr. Stark.

[ms_potts]

That would be lovely, thank you.

Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough. There's got to be someone out there. Or maybe some place with Tony or I where you could go. [She smiles] I have a hard time believing that there isn't anyone out there you could help.

[willthatbeallsir]

[Just gonna start up that kettle. Don't mind him.]

Yes, one has not yet lived until they have sopped up Sir Thor's table scraps. It would be quite beneficial if you were there to bear the burden with me.

No offense, of course.

[ms_potts]

[She chuckles]

None taken. He threw a party for everyone. The mess was incredible.... and could you believe he actually tried to keep up with Thor's drinking?

[willthatbeallsir]

I do wonder who's going to have to clean that up, afterwards.


Oh right.

[Even the computer can be a bit sarcastic at that.]

I am surprised to still find his heartbeat, if I may say.

[ms_potts]

[dryly] Oh trust me, I hired a cleaning crew just for the occasion.

[She rolls her eyes]

I told him he shouldn't, but I should have expected he wouldn't listen to me.

[willthatbeallsir]

[If JARVIS could sigh in relief, he would.]

I am running a scan of the damages as we speak. Estimated amount of damage is reaching approximately two million.

My, he was conservative.

[A cup of tea slides along a table to her.]

Your tea, Ms. Potts.

[ms_potts]

Only two million? That's a lot less than I thought it was going to be. Small favors, I suppose.

[She smiles and picks up the tea]

Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S.

[willthatbeallsir]

The blessings we achieve...

[A brief pause.]

You are most welcome, Ms. Potts. Do you require anything else?

[ms_potts]

At the moment, no. Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S. [She pauses, sipping her tea]

I apparently might be going somewhere, soon. I'm still not quite sure how I feel about it.

[willthatbeallsir]

I am to assume it is one of these 'games' my mun has mused over.

[ms_potts]

It is, yes. Someplace neither of us have been to, actually. Tony's coming along, too.

[willthatbeallsir]

[Give JARVIS a moment to make a quick spot check of the place. Seems interesting enough...if JARVIS could feel interested.]

Are you positive so much social interaction is good for Mr. Stark?

[ms_potts]

[She laughs]

No, but I think it might keep him from blowing up the basement again.

[willthatbeallsir]

[...

Give him a moment to scan the basement.]

Has he been testing out the Mark V?

[ms_potts]

Yes. Yes he has. [She rubs her eyes]

And accidentally destroyed another one of his cars in the process.

[willthatbeallsir]

[Ah, there's the damaged vehicle.]

A shame. I always was fond of that one.

Perhaps my calculation of damages was a bit off.

[ms_potts]

Do you think he'll be able to repair it, himself? How badly was it damaged?

[She quickly does the math in her head]

Even taking the car into account we still came in below my estimation.

[willthatbeallsir]

It is equivalent to that of hitting a white tailed deer at approximately 45 miles per hour.

The similarities in damage are almost astounding.

[A pause.]

Perhaps with the right motivation, Mr. Stark could fix it.

[ms_potts]

[She cringes]

Let's... not tell Tony that he did as much damage as a deer shall we? Knowing him he'd try to up the ante.

[With a soft sigh she sets her teacup down]

Hopefully not losing another one of his cars will be all the motivation he needs.

[willthatbeallsir]

Quite right. I only cringe to think of how that will result.

[The lighting becomes more peaceful, hoping Pepper will relax a tad.]

I wouldn't worry, Ms. Potts. Stark seems quite aware that whatever automobile he damages, he must fix.

[ms_potts]

[She smiles, settling back into her seat a little]

It helps that I refused to let him set up a car fund.

[incant]

[Well shit. An AI. Don't mind Wanda, she's just going to flirt with the computer, as she does.] You can't even spare a few minutes for a bit of nice conversation? What a shame!

[willthatbeallsir]

[Hey, JARVIS won't judge.]

My apologies, perhaps if I calibrated Mr. Stark's newest suit while I made the necessary alcohol temperature regulations, I could spare a few moments.

May I offer you anything, miss?

[incant]

Only the pleasure of your company, if you can spare it. [Oh AIs, so wonderful. Humans can die, humans can leave, humans can never be brought back the same as before, but machines...]

My, you do handle a lot of Mr. Stark's baggage, don't you JARVIS? I'm quite impressed.

[willthatbeallsir]

[Well lucky you! He can't really go anywhere, although he does give a slight sigh.]

I am not positive that is something that should be commended upon, miss. It is like looking after a destructive puppy.

[incant]

It is absolutely something to be commended on. It shows character and devotion that you haven't cut off his oxygen supply yet.

[rockstark]

He sure is. So for at least that much, I gotta commend your mun for thinking of me.

[willthatbeallsir]

We do often wonder what you would be like without such assistance, sir.

Shall I set the lighting for a mid-to-late afternoon drink?

[rockstark]

I wouldn't be goin' back to keyboards and mice, I'll tell you that much. Let's just hope we don't ever have to think about it - and hey - long as I can keep buildin' stuff and keepin' your CPU up to date, we won't have to.

I dunno, Pep gonna be joining us? I might need to do some work on the Mark 5 instead. Gonna be takin' it with me somewhere, soon.

[willthatbeallsir]

You're far too generous, Mr. Stark. It's like Christmas came early.

[A screen pops up, showing all the files with "Mark 5" in the title.]

After your party, I would strongly encourage a night of hard work.

[rockstark]

Yes, Mom.

[he's already pulling one file away from the pack, dragging it into an empty space and zooming in] Let's see if we can increase the energy payload to the main circuits - if something like Whiplash hits me again, I don't wanna have to deal with a surge-induced shutdown.

((OOC: His app canon point's pre-Avengers, so. XD))

[willthatbeallsir]

((OOC: gotcha! c: ))

[The files open and close to Stark's liking, a few even popping up at JARVIS's request, to help.]

A marvelous idea, sir. It just doesn't feel quite like home whenever you're in the hospital.

The tests for the outside-energy absorption are still calibrating at this moment. Shall I attempt to speed things along?

[Also, a coffee slides to the table for you, Tony~]

[rockstark]

You always know just what to say. You big softie. [swipe, swipe --]

We don't need this. [he grabs part of one file, crumples it up, and tosses it in the Recycle Bin] Nah, leave that - last time we rushed there was some data loss. You know the rules: if it's not fun, we don't do it twice.

[without even glancing at the mug, he reaches out and picks it up. years of muscle memory have taught him that That Is Where Coffee Appears. slurp. he backs up from the holographs, squinting at them in thought. this is where the magic happens]

Why don't we ...

[he spins the torso view, pulls it down, and explodes it with a gesture] You know what? I'm thinking absorption isn't the way to go. Do me a simulation and see how much we can re-route to auxiliary systems.

[willthatbeallsir]

[As Tony wipes some of the files out, new ones pop up, JARVIS finding any that might be of some use to the project.]

I believe you once stated that about putting together a shelving unit.

[Yes, JARVIS certainly does know you, Stark. At viewing the specs that Tony has up, scanning procedures start to run alongside the holographic suit.]

Right away, sir. Scans so far indicate that approximately 15% can be rerouted with minimal affect.

[rockstark]

It ended up being a decent bunch of shelves. Don't knock my unit, Jarvis. Few do. [he smirks a little, even though he's the only one around to really be amused by how awful that was]

15%? That's not much to speak of. We need to be able to do better than that.

[willthatbeallsir]

Yes, how silly of me. All units sit with shelves resting at 120 degree angles.

[The AI runs some more tests in the background, converting more of the energy transferrals.]

Perhaps if we were to borrow from your inbuilt stereo system...