3rd Command; Video

[aggravating]

[See Tony. See Tony with a gun he'd nicked from some drunken hobo in exchange for his watch. See Tony slamming down his communicator on a table and holding said gun up with a rather casual air as he looks around and-]

... Sweet mother of all that's technological and holy-

[He's mumbling, his entire body going slack as an awed and almost teary-eyed expression comes over his face. Because the room he'd found himself in? Yeah. It's the back warehouse of Gotham's version of best-buy. Picked clean of the more expensive things, and most everything else is broken and looted but it's still technology and metal and gears and dear baby Jesus is that a computer?]

Oh, baby, I'm in love. I don't give a crap- I'm in love. [And then he's picking up the communicator and just kind of excitedly showing everyone his goddamn beautiful haul.] If I disappear for the next few days, this is where I am. In robotics heaven.

[He does pause, though, as he turns a corner and finds what seems to be some shelving units that haven't been installed, and he makes a thoughtful noise under his breath.] ... Yeah, this could work.

Hey. [He taps the microphone, obnoxiously] Anyone out there with an inch of sanity and a blow torch? I kind of need one.


[ooc: and so begins Tony staying up for two days straight and barricading himself in his brand new workshop! He'll be emerging with some pretty half-assed helper bots (he has their coding memorized, knows how they go together, could do it in his sleep, he's just been missing the tech he needed to make them) and after that three days of constant work and maybe an hour of sleep? He'll be emerging in a crude, not-so-indestructible Iron Man suit. Because if he can build one in a cave in Afghanistan under constant torture and surveillance? He can sure has hell make one in a run-down electronics store with minimal distractions.

Of course, most of this will no-doubt be destroyed in villain battles and he'll mourn his bots for weeks, but hey. When Tony Stark is left alone and with tech? He builds.]

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[Private - Audio]

[batmanschmatman]

What are you making?

[Private - Audio]

[aggravating]

[This is the sound of metal and things crashing as he just kind of shoves a bunch of crap off of a desk and onto the floor and- oh, hi. That's someone talking to him]

A suit, a bot, and a rough approximation of my home AI system. [More metal crashing] I can have the suit done in a day and a half, no breaks. And I kind of need it because that's how I fight crime and keep the streets safe and all that crap.

[And hey, you could be a crazy-ass villain for all he knows, but look who doesn't care! Tony Stark, that's who!

He's way too giddy about having tech he knows how to work right now]

[Private - Audio]

[batmanschmatman]

[No Tony, just a crazy guy playing dress up to try and stop the city from burning to the ground. :c]

All that crap? [It's kind of somewhere between amused and annoyed, but Dick drops the tone pretty quickly. If you're paying attention, it kind of sounds like he's in the middle of beating up some thugs! :D] Let me know when it's finished.

[VIDEO]

[creatingalegacy]

...are we fuckin' kindred spirits or something? Not sure I like that idea.

[Amanda's looting some kind of manufacturing plant; it's impossible to tell what kind by the video alone, but she's shoving scrap metal and clumps of wire and batteries and servomotors into a large bag.]

[VIDEO]

[aggravating]

[He's instantly paying attention to you, dear sweet Amanda. Because you have neat toys being shoved in your bag right now]

Keep showing me things like that, darling, and I might just have to marry you to feel a little less scandalous.

[Seriously, he's staring at those pieces of technology like it's kinky porn right now.

He's been deprived on the silly string powered ship.]

[VIDEO]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda got an on-board workshop attached to her Barge room after graduating, and she was pretty much the same way for the first few days.

Totally ignoring the marriage aspect of his quip:]

Not sure what I'm gonna build yet. Depends on what else I end up finding.

[She holds up a hand smeared with gear grease to show him...a bunch of small gears. She feels the same unbridled enthusiasm about industrial mechanics as Tony does about computerized technology--she just doesn't convey such emotions well.]

If I can find a lawnmower somewhere, though, I have a pretty good fuckin' idea.

[private]

[scarlet_discord]

Hey, is there any particular thing you're looking for that's not in there?

[private]

[creatingalegacy]

If you could find me a blowtorch, solder and welding goggles, I'd really appreciate it.

[private]

[scarlet_discord]

Hey, it's Wanda again. What if I were tell you that I'm a mutant probability alterer who can randomly luck into finding you stuff...and that's on the low end?

[private]

[aggravating]

[He loves you]

I'd say get down here right now and work your mojo.

The last thing I need is this computer blowing up on me during code building.

[He just doesn't know how to say please... but damn does he look and sound excited right now]

[private]

[scarlet_discord]

I'm on the case. [She needs something specific to focus on, and wants to take the opportunity to work with as many people as possible, so hey, twist her arm.] What should I look for on the way here besides a blowtorch?

Video:

[childhood_surgery]

I almost regret being unable to accompany the rest of you to a human war zone...

Video:

[aggravating]

I could try and bring back some souvenirs. Might have to smuggle them back with a Warden, since I doubt the Admiral's gonna be pleased with Inmates trying to take toys back on board.

[He smirks] I think I know someone who'd help with that, though. Too nice for his own good.

[Private; Audio]

[peektuttut]

[Sup bro, Tim may have listened in that conversation with Dick since they have kind of been working side by side for a while. :c]

Keep the bullets to a minimum.

[Private; Audio]

[aggravating]

Don't fight with bullets. [The gun he has right now is really just so he can wave it around and look like a threat until he has a suit] Shockwaves and propulsion technology only.

Uh, and flares. And the occasional miniaturized explosive, but hey. No bullets.

[thestarspangledman]

Looks like you've got a blow torch on the way.

[But Steve's grinning a little, he recognizes that 'Starks with stuff to build' look quite well.]

...Uh. Have fun, Mr. Stark.

[aggravating]

[Yes. You. Perfect. You're who he wanted to see. And talk to. Even if he didn't know it before this moment.]

I'm making you a robot. You need to see 21st century robotics.

[rass_bestie]

I have something better than a blowtorch, if you tell me what it is you're trying to build.

[aggravating]

My suit. [Oh how he sounds chipper about that. Seriously, he is in such a good mood now that he's back in his element.]

Better than a blowtorch? I'm all ears, handsome.

[... He flirts when he wants something.]

[doctor_j_crane]

Have you taken some of those new drugs? [Crane: assuming that no one can be that happy about wires.]

[aggravating]

[You know so little, Crane]

And spend the night watching my hand move instead of digging into this stuff? [He snorts] Yeah, no.

[Private] - Port effected. So port effected.

[sharpememory]

You seem to have some skills. Perhaps you would like to have a team up with the great and mysterious Mysterio.

[Private] EXCELLENT

[aggravating]

[For the first time since he'd made this post? He's stopping everything he's doing to just stare at the communicator]

I'd take everything you have in savings and sue the ass off of whoever had the grab-bag of codenames.

Because that sucks.

[Private]

[burnitdown]

Get me a source of fire and I can give you something better than a blowtorch.

[Private]

[aggravating]

[p a u s e]

How much better?