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Who: Tony Stark ... and YOU!
When: Backdated to New Year's Eve
Where: Plaza
Style: Mun is used to brackets, but will match styles with whatever works!
Status: Open!

[once he dove under the water, nothing was what he expected to see. notably, there's a decided lack of New York City pipelines. or really, New York City-looking anything. he's pretty sure New York doesn't have underwater plazas.]

Jarvis, hey. What's going on here?

[he's suddenly hit by something even more discomforting: radio silence] Jarvis. Buddy. Talk to me. ... Right, I'll just talk to myself, shall I? That always works just as well. Okay. My AI link's probably just broken, thought I tested that in the underwater preliminaries, but but that's easy enough to fix ... I hope.

[he sits down on a nearby bench and notices a blinking icon in a lower corner of his HUD.] ... Okay. Uh. ... Yeah, sure, let's activate that. What's the worst it could do.

[the welcome brochure appears on holo-panels in front of him, and he frowns]

No Jarvis. But someone's hacking my systems. Okay. This is not good. This is not cool, and it's not funny. Fury, that you? It's got One-Eyed-Creeper written all over it...

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[Washu glances up at him and smirks a little. She's just going to ]

If you want to know who's in charge, read the handy pamplet you were given. So, what kind of technical issues are we talking about with this beautiful piece of equipment.

Already read it, not a fan. Had more unanswered questions than a cancelled Whedon project. ... But I'd start with getting this all off without breaking it. It's one of a kind, and the assembly platform didn't exactly float down here after me in tidy little Stark Industries crates.

Oh? What exactly do you need? I might be able to help.

What I would like are an assortment of mechanical arms with meticulously programmed AI interfaces specifically calibrated to remove each plate of the suit, but I'd settle for someone who's quick and accurate with a power screwdriver, a few large crates on wheels, an allen wrench, and a full welding kit.

[All she can really do is chuckle at this point.]

Then come along. I have most of that at my lab and what I don't have I can borrow from the Defense Force Labs.

Excellent. [Defense Force, that sounds promising, too. he'll file it away for later and just offer her a hand]

Tony Stark, by the way. Stark Industries.

Washu Hakubi, the greatest scientific genius in the universe. Or at least, my universe. Here it looks like I have a little competition for the title~.

[Sorry Tony, your name doesn't seem to register with her in the slightest. She does take his hand and give him a firm shake though.]

Considering I'm the big shiny science prodigy genius billionaire playboy philanthropist where I'm from? Yeah, I'd say you do. [he's grinning as they finish the handshake, though, because it's good to have people who speak his language. it doesn't happen often]

Where to, Washu?

Then we may have to match wits sometime and see who comes out on top, the playboy genius, or the genius with thousands of years of experience~.

[She can completely understand. It's not often Washu has people that can keep up with her and this place seems to be full of them.]

Just follow me.

[And off she goes through a random shop doorway and into what looks like a half built science lab in a basement somewhere. The place really was a work in progress for her, bit it was home~.]

Take a seat while I see what I can find.