IT'S PARTY TIME!

[fe_male]

Date & Time: May 29, afternoon and evening.
Location: The Hold training rooms.
Characters: All the cool people.
Summary: It's a goddamn birthday party!
Warnings: ....It's... Tony's. Goddamn birthday party. So.



[ Welcome to the training rooms. Welcome to the party.

Everywhere's done up in no-doubt tasteful and not at all garish or, should I say, ostentatious, reds and golds and shit. Birthday type stuff. Amazing, birthday type stuff, surely, because the decorators Pepper hired are top notch.

And that music? Damn, son.

There's food too, by Exsilium's finest caterers. And the lights are moving and the bodies are writhing and dancing and somewhere Tony's avoiding Pepper in the middle of it because she's irritated with him and he's more interested in talking to people who aren't annoyed with him. ]

Hey! I'd like to say a thing. [ Yeah, he's totally not drunk, or at least on his way to it. ] A think about how... Awesome, it is, that you all showed up to my birthday party, seriously, this is great. And Pepper. Pepper, my Pepper, made this whole thing, so make you you lavish her with compliments and make her feel uncomfortable for how good a job she did. And have fun! Keep having fun, go for it. You need anything, we get low on something, somebody let me know. I'm going back to, you know, actually enjoying my party. Have fun! [ And he's disappearing back into the midst of the party. Everybody have fun! ]

Comments

[curatesecrets]

[while you're mingling, Tony, there is a Guy Off To The Side sitting at a table. he's got a black doctor's bag on it next to his plate of party munchies, and he's fiddling with something that looks like ... maybe an oversized iPhone with a flip-top?

either way, it's glowing faintly, his tablet's out on the table beside him, and small tools are involved.

just because Artie came to the party doesn't mean he's going to behave like a social butterfly. it was mostly so he wouldn't sit in his room and Overthink Things]

[fe_male]

[ It's like he put up a sign that said 'Tony bait! Glowing Tony bait!' The only thing he could have done beyond that was actually have a bottle of Drambuie prominently, but casually, displayed nearby, with a slightly broken household appliance Artie simply can't fathom how to fix without some sort of assistance nearby. That's a true Tony Trap.

But this works well enough. Tony eventually makes his way over, peering over the guy's shoulder at the screen. ] What is that?

[curatesecrets]

[Artie looks up at Tony over his glasses, having absolutely NO clue whatsoever that he's talking to the Man of the Hour]

Something from home. I was trying to see if there was a way I could make it work, here...

[honestly, now that Tony's close enough to get a good look, it looks pretty old. pretty steampunk, even]

[fe_male]

[ If Tony knew that he would laugh. And let him continue not knowing as long as it continued to amuse Tony. ]

What's it run on? Brainpower? Hope? [ Looks sort of... pathetic. Who knows. ]

[curatesecrets]

Ha! No. Simple electricity. I know it looks old, but it was decades ahead of its time. Invented by Philo Farnsworth, if that name rings any bells. [you know. inventor of the television]

[fe_male]

[ Tony narrows his eyes at it, because yeah, he knows that name, and 'decades ahead of its time' places that thing very very squarely in the past. Beyond the fact that this guy must have had it on him when he arrived, it still doesn't make sense that it's here now. ] What does it do then?

[curatesecrets]

It's a audiovisual communicator, but it runs on its own private network. No need for satellites, private telephone lines - it's basically entirely secure and unhackable. [he looks up at Tony over his glasses]

That's why I was hoping I could convert my tablet. If I can pull it off, the UE won't be able to hijack any of my transmissions.

[fe_male]

But... Wouldn't connecting it to an unsecure network like the bastardized z-wave network the Initiative uses for our devices mean that you're willingly connecting it to something the UE can hack?

[curatesecrets]

It's z-wave? [he frowns. he hadn't gotten that far in his research yet] Damn.

[scrubbing a hand over his face, he glances down at the Farnsworth]

Maybe it's better to leave it as is for now, then. One of my associates is here - we can still use it for private communication, and if we can get the resources for her to make more ... it could be a team tool.

[fe_male]

It's not internet. Looks like it. But you know that already. Z-wave's the closest analogous format I've come up with, but really any of the sensor-based formats provided you take into account the beefed up side of things. It's been a thing.

I mean, not to dissuade you or anything. If I potentially had an unhackable device I'd go all out for it.