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rubycity_ooc2014-06-01 06:47 pm
rubycitymods) wrote in rubycity_ooc2014-06-01 06:47 pm
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June Test Drive~!
Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?
Have no fear, a meme for you is here.
Directions:
Locations:
1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.
2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?
3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!
4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.
5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.
6. The Coffee Joint: A lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.
7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.
Scenarios
1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.
2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.
3. Bad weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?
4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!
Have fun, guys!
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"No, we're not talking massive generator failure. We're talking no generator at all. Everything's gas powered. The fridge is cold because there's ice in it, which you have to get at the store and cart home. We're talking my parents' childhood level of tech." He didn't ask, but learning that you didn't power lightbulbs with nuclear reactors was a revelation. He thought that was kind of the point of nuclear reactors - to power things, like the lights.
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"What do you mean everything is gas powered?" Because no he was not stuck in a place where there was no electricity. There were things he had to do. Places he had to be. A CEO Girlfriend in charge of his company that he had to make sure was still okay. A giant computerized suit of armor he had to get up and running. His life ran on electricity. "Who runs everything on gas? What, are our pocket universe abductors Amish?"
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"I have no idea who they are, really. I mean, I've met one of them, and I know the names of several others. But we don't know what they are, or where they get their power. We don't know why they've brought us here, or why they do most of the things they do."
He drew a breath, pushing the suit a little higher on his shoulder. "But Tony... you built the first suit in low tech conditions that were probably worse than here. I'm sure you can handle this after what you went through."
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And... oh. Oh, was that his heart beating fast? Was that a heart palpitation, because that was kind of impossible considering he had something in his chest that pretty much prevented that. Why was there a tightness in his chest and why was it suddenly hard to breath and why was he was stuck in a place that might be worse that freakin' Afghanistan and no, this wasn't happening because he had to get back to Malibu and fight off a goddamn terrorist but no, he was stuck in nonexistent pocket universes-
"Holy crap," He held a hand to his face. Breathe, just breathe. Jesus Christ. Nope, this wasn't going to happen. Not here. Not in front of Captain Freakin' America.
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He turned to Tony, shifting the suit on his shoulders just enough to free one hand. He wouldn't be able to hold it long like this, but he put his free hand on Tony's shoulder, hoping to give him something to distract him from his fear.
"Hey, Tony," he said in a quiet tone. "Just relax, soldier. You're gonna be just fine."
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But then there was a hand on his shoulder and Steve was calling him soldier and really, that should bother him a whole lot more than it did because he wasn't a soldier, but blame anxiety for that. Tony was forced to pull hand away from his face if only to attempt to move Steve's away. It didn't work but it did distract him at least enough to get a half decent breath of air. Good to know he still had half functioning lungs.
He glanced up at Steve, trying to catch his breath before he looked back down. Okay, he could breath. At least a little bit. It wasn't normal but it was better, if only marginally.
"Just... Just give me a minute, okay?" A minute and a bottle of scotch to forget this ever happened.
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"It's all right, son. You've got all the time you need. But let's keep walking. You'll feel better when we get into shelter, and I can only carry this damn suit for so long before I'm going to have to put it down."
He put a hand on Tony's arm again, squeezing, then turned to head off again, at a slower pace. Best to keep Tony distracted, not by frightening things, but minutia. Trouble was, he wasn't sure what to talk about. Maybe the suit was a safe topic.
"How many of these things have you got, anyway?"
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Then Steve squeezed his arm, and yeah, it might have been slightly comforting but Tony would never mention it. Instead he bristled and shrugged out of his grasp. He was fine, or at least he could pretend to be fine and trudge through the rain despite his still uneven breathing. Just blame it on the rain and hypothermia. Sure.
"Keep talking like that and you're going to start sounding your actual age, Cap." His voice was little bitter. He wasn't in the mood for gratitude. Or talking about anything, really because people generally wanted to ask about things like what had just happened and no, that wasn't an option.
But then Steve was asking him about the armor, and yeah, he could talk bout tech. Technology was probably the only thing he could talk about that wouldn't...whatever. "42. Well, technically a little less than that since the first model is somewhere out in the desert and Rhodey took the second one. Then Mark VI got shredded since a certain someone couldn't pull a lever in time... Not that I'm blaming anybody." No, he would never do that.
Ever.
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"Next time people are shooting at me, I'll just get hit, then," he said agreeably, hitching up the suit. Then he paused. "Wait, did you say 42? You have 42 suits now and you were on six back then?"
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"The rest came later. They're not all the same, most of them different functions and capabilities or tweaks. Some of them are sort of only good for one thing, well Jack and Igor, mostly. Anyways, right now they're all collectively the House Party but I'm thinking of giving them a better name."
And he continued to babble on because hell, technology (especially his technology) was easy to talk about. It was something he could just slip into. Regurgitating information was always easy.
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He lowered the suit onto the ground outside his back stoop and straightened, stretching. Liberty, his pit bull, came rushing to the back door, barking joyfully.
"Here's my place," he said unnecessarily. "Mine and Bucky's. You can stay here tonight if you want. Bruce lives a few blocks away... I don't know if you'd prefer to crash with him, or find your own place."
After the debacle of trying to open his home to Bruce, he had decided maybe it was just best for it to be just him and Bucky, despite the fact that the house was really way too big for him to live in by himself.
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Yeah, he really wasn't a dog person.
And that was when it dawned on him that they had eventually gone through parts of the city, and he hardly noticed. There were cobblestone streets, and old buildings and...rain. Lots of rain. He really should have paid a lot more attention to his surroundings, especially now but... Whatever. Shit happens.
"I need to get dry first before I figure anything out." That was a polite way of asking to crash for the night... without the whole asking thing. He needed to get dry and figure out everything about the situation before he made any kind of decision. Can't solve a problem without all the variables. He wasn't here for the long term, but he was grounded until he got the suit up and running.
He gave it another look. There wasn't a whole lot of internal damage. Whatever effected it completely screwed up something internally and it had to do with the power source. He'd look it over in a bit when he wasn't sopping wet.
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He rose again, and gestured towards the open door with a smile. "The shower works, and if you don't mind wearing my clothes, I've got dry ones."
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"Sure I'll take some dry clothes," He said as he stepped into the house. It wasn't too bad. It wasn't great but Tony couldn't complain much. Plus, it was a little unfair for him to evaluate houses. His standards were a little high.
At least it wasn't blown up?
"So do I need to worry about your killer friend attacking me while I'm here or is that a thing he only does for you?"
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He headed for his own room and opened the dresser, searching for some clothes that wouldn't offend Tony too badly. He settled in a pair of jeans and a plain white wifebeater.
"Bucky doesn't try to hurt me anymore," he said firmly. He cocked his head at Tony and smirked. "But I'd suggest you don't do anything to make him feel threatened."