first ¤ visual reaction

[fe_male]

[ ... Okay, sure. This made sense.

This guy looks like he's some sort of cross between playing it off and being just... disappointed in what's happening. Because really. Kidnap someone, at least make it exciting. Or don't kidnap them, and let them get back to their own exciting lives.

But at least he's recording, and he knows it. He's already familiar with the device, and the third look on his face is the one he's wearing while he thinks of what he can do with it. ]

Must've been a hell of a night. Somebody tells me I've been here already? Must've been too - I've got a usual. Not bad. A little creepy. So spit it out, come forward before the court, whatever. Somebody come tell me something interesting.

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[fe_male]

[ You're providing an awesome potential distraction from 'holy crap where the hell this is disconcerting', although I have accidentally written him into going like three places at once, I just realized. Whoops.

It's all pretty interesting - this is so not how this stuff developed at home - but it's very quickly that the racecar blueprints get more of his close attention. How could regular cars and taxi cabs even compete? ]

Messes are what make a house a home. Is there anywhere to actually race things here? This looks like it would be fun to see in action.

[riches]

[ Somehow, in some way, Tony gets to visit All The People and nothing collides. Hurray!

Hand on a hip, she smooths her hair down as she watches him browse. ]

Not that I've seen. We had a great race-track back at home, but it might be best to scout out the roads leading up to the forests and see about testing one out there.

we'll just pretend my problem replying here is also taken care of magically

[fe_male]

[ He thought he was here before. How was he here before and this car wasn't mad-- oh right, she said they didn't overlap. Well, that's just a shame. Looks like he'll have to be the first Tony Stark to be more awesome. That totally makes sense, okay. ]

We'll definitely have to do that. Sooner rather than anything that isn't basically immediately.

s'all good with me o/

[riches]

I'll do it. [ Watching him, she doesn't bother hiding her interest. ] If we get a track up and running then you'll be in the driver's seat too, I hope. If only so I can make you eat my dust.

[ Picking up a chart off the floor, she rolls it over. Engines, 1920's style. ]

[fe_male]

[ oh ho ho ] If that's some sort of hazing ritual I want it known that I am totally all for it.

[ And there might have been more but oooh what are you doing that looks nice ] Some of this stuff is pretty mainstream steampunk - I figure different era?

[riches]

[ Folding her arms, a hip finds the table to rest against. ]

The technology here is advanced beyond what I'm used to. It was easy enough to draw parallels at the library and place my world's advances around the nineteen-twenties of a dozen others. That's not even a dating system I'm familiar with, but when asked it's proved accurate enough to those who've done their respective history.

'Steampunk' sounds like a jazz band.

[fe_male]

[ Absently, looking over the blueprints ] Yeah, 1920s is about right... [ Engines that evolved in a manner clearly not like that of Earth but still managing to be remarkably similar in several aspects. It was the little ways in which they weren't that were catching his attention, zeroing in on those and why they must have deviated there, what sort of variables would cause that over the versions that he's more familiar with. It's kind of fun. ]

How do you have jazz without the 1920s. Those go together too.

[riches]

I feel so out of date, don't ask me.

[ Chuckling, she leans in to point out an area that's been erased and re-drawn several times in the heart of the engine, hair tucked behind an ear so it doesn't swamp the page. ]

Do you have any idea how to fix this? I got stuck on it during an all-nighter and I can't for the life of me figure out the maths behind it. I think I created a mental block. A fresh pair of eyes might help.

[fe_male]

Have you have a nice chat with Captain Ice Age yet? Chief Captain of Police? I bet you two'd have loads to talk about.

[ Attention shift to the area in question and man he wishes he could explode this properly to see it. He can see it fine here, it's just, he could start working immediately. It slows him down just enough to be irritating when he has to keep up with the visualizations in his head. ] Have you got an actual car for this or is it just this blueprint?

[riches]

Captain Rogers? Mm, we spoke over the video. I've yet to meet him in person — and sorry, whizkid, only the blueprints.

[ Can't help an amused smile as she looks him over. ]

[fe_male]

[ Hmm, he considers, totally lost in the blueprint right now, not paying attention to her own attentions on him in turn. ] Do you mind if I borrow this? I'll bring it back tomorrow. I just need to scan it and get a computer model to work with back in my lab. Make it a lot easier to figure out the problem.

[riches]

Sounds okay to me. [ Her attention diverts as she hedges her bets on how well Tony will do with her car, rapping her nails on the edge of the table. ] There is one more thing I've been working on. It might not be up your alley ...

[ Heading over to a shelf of odds and ends, she pull down a sheath of small A4 pages, all dog-eared to hold them together in a certain order. ]

I lost something when I arrived, it wasn't on my person. [ Turning them around, the layered plans depict an Equalist's electrical shock glove. ] It was used defensively.

[fe_male]

Oh? [ Attention successfully gained, as he looks up to watch you move to wherever it is you have this new thing you're talking about. He watches her pull the papers down and then tilts his head a bit this way and that as she moves with them to get a look at what's on them. ]

Can I? [ Reaching out for them, sort of taking them anyway, although she can snatch them away if she wants. If she doesn't, he turns them a little, layers them, twists back to the table and sets them down to layer them up and out, scanning the designs over. ] Defensively? What for?

[riches]

[ Nodding her assent, he's allowed to do whatever he wants with the plans. A hand rests on Asami's hip as she leans on the table and explains. ]

There's a man who wants to take away the special abilities of people back home. Benders are able to control an element, this Amon and his Equalists have taken it upon themselves to destroy any part of someone that makes then more than a normal human being.

I'm not in danger, but my friends are. I'd like to have my weapon back in case he turns up here and I have to protect them again.

[fe_male]

Dicks. [ This thing is cool. He's not really thinking about what he's saying. Not that that's not something he would have said anyway, but. ] You just want this made? This shouldn't be that hard. Does it have to work just like this? [ Because hey, you never know with some of these people. Maybe if he tried improving the thing it wouldn't work on him anymore. ]

He's not just killing people? That seems like it would be easier. How do you stop someone controlling an element - I thought that was genetic.

[riches]

If it could be built more effectively, I say go for it. If we work on it, could we do so together? I'm used to handling it a certain way.

[ A shrug is given to his other observations. ]

He touches people on the forehead, between the eyes. It looks like chi-blocking which usually cuts off a bender's ability for a short amount of time if it's used on arms or legs, only a more permanent measure.

[fe_male]

Yeah, totally. You can have a pass, come into the labs, we'll bang it out, make a playdate out of it.

[ That gets a glance, if even just a quick one. ] That sounds like a pretty shitty thing to do. He's going for equality with power like that?

[riches]

Thanks, that'd work for me.

[ Amon's nefarious doings get a wrinkled nose. ]

He's a nasty guy, when you get right down to it.

[fe_male]

Whenever you want, just shoot me a bottle.

He sounds like it. Can see why you'd want these back pretty fast.

[riches]

Well, if he winds up here, everyone's going to have to be on their toes while he tries to rip us all down to the same level.

[ Mentally filing away a note to buy him a drink sometime for being so obliging, she smiles. ]

You can take the plans with you, if you'd like. I trust that I'll see them again.

[fe_male]

[ He meant 'bottle' in an abstruse reference to messages that go in such things, but he'd be more than okay with that, even if arguably he's doing it because it's interesting. It's why he does half of what or what he does. ] I'll get my stilts all ready in case.

You don't have copies?

[riches]

No, not yet. [ The hand on a hip reasserts itself as she fixes him with a look. ] If you think you might have an accident with them, then ...

[fe_male]

[ oh ho ] Please. No, it's just that. Backups, in case. Copies for design alterations and going back when you change your mind and shit. Or. Spill coffee on them. By accident.

[riches]

I tell you what. [ Hand on a hip? Come at her, bro. ] You can keep those, spill as much coffee on them as you like, then get new copies back to me with any alterations you decide to make.

And I won't mow you down in the first car I build.

[fe_male]

[ ... ]

Square deal, that sounds fair. To be clear, this goes for anything you make with a motor. No mowing me down in anything with a motor. Even a lawnmower. [ ..mowing... ] Especially lawnmowers.