exsiliumlogs | and though the truth may vary

Entry tags:

and though the truth may vary

Who: Regular Max & tiny Tony.
What: Quite unexpected
When: Tonight.
Where: Tony's workshop.
Warnings: None that I can think of yet.

[ She hasn't actually checked the network since she got back, aimlessly walking around as she tries to figure out what to do next. Back here is more familiar than the old West, at least, but it's not too great, and she does miss the sun. She's restless, and irritated, and wandering around in the cold damp grey really isn't helping. It's always better for her to have something to do with her mind and hands.

She finds herself outside the workshop almost by accident. It's really just about the last place she'd meant to go, given the slip she'd made in front of Tony with her empathy, but she's here and it's not like she can't lie. She's good at lying. (She just doesn't want to have to, to someone she considers worth getting along with.)

Regardless, she had a project underway before they were called away, and she should check on it. Should, or wants to, or wants the excuse. Which one's the real reason is something she's not looking into too closely. She slips in through the side door she generally uses, whistles as she strolls into the main area in a casual warning of her approach. If he starts asking too many questions, she can duck out again, or lie, or whatever. Finishing work will be calming, and she could use calming. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Yeah he's already been down here by himself for a few hours or so. At some point very soon, he's going to need food, and after that he's going to be sleepy. Hope you can work something out there, Max. Or step up for the team. ]

That's dumb. [ He says around two screws he's holding in his lips, hands full of things still. ] It's just math. Thirty-three isn't even high. It's way better than six, anyway. I bet you can do whatever you want.

[ Maybe she can trade him in for renegade points? That sounds like a good idea, totally. ]

People don't like getting reminded that time keeps passing, later on. [ She really just got landed with a six year old, why. At least he's clearly still a very intelligent person. Just, you know, six. And tiny. ] And there's still plenty of things I want to do that I can't. Growing up doesn't fix as much as people think it does.

[ what, no, you can't just foist him off on someone else. ;; that happens enough already ]

Really? [ That got his attention, although sort of in the 'you're dashing a good percentage of my dreams and hopes here' way. He stops looking at her after a minute, looking instead somewhere more neutral, like the thing he was just putting together. After another couple of minutes, he starts to work on it again, but his demeanor has changed. He's a little quieter. ] Because everybody always says 'No, Tony. You can when you're older.' Or, 'When you're a little bigger,' or 'When you know a little more about it,' but I already know more than most of them and these screws are all tiny so I don't see why I need to be bigger or why I have to go to boarding school when I could learn just as much at home and not have to do all the boring stuff I'm not interested in anyway. [ He was running out of breath towards the end and stops to suck in another one, still working, but after he does, he doesn't continue. He thought he was going to, but he just bites down whatever else he was going to say and works quietly for a couple of minutes. Then, rapid shift, he looks back over at her with a bright look on his face, kind of excited. ] Hey, how's this? I changed one thing, it'll be more efficient this way. It looks like this place is kind of... Crappy, so, uh, this should draw less power for the same output. I think? Do you want to make sure?

[ But she doesn't know what to do with him at whatever point he stops entertaining himself with machinery.

But that little run on sentence makes her pause, because she's pretty sure that the person who tells a six year old that life gets progressively worse as you grow up gets an even worse position in hell than the one she's already aimed straight at. Besides, while she has her reasons to believe that Tony's grown up life isn't easy, she also knows that he seems - more or less happy. Most of the time. He has that Pepper-shaped hole here that is filled at home, and his work. ] You'll get to build all sorts of things when you're older, I can promise that. There's plenty of stuff you'll get to do. [ And drawing over to look at what he's working with. ] It is pretty crappy, using less power is good. I don't see anything, and you're pretty good with machines. I'll give it a test run later, probably.

[ Which is lucky for her probably going to be about right now since he's finished working on that thing for her.

He'd been trying to say that he thought things were sort of crappy right now but that people were always telling him they'd be better later, when he was older and could do the things he wanted to do. It's not really so much that she's said life gets worse as you grow older so much as she's said that maybe it's not going to be as easy as 'oh you're twelve now, your clearance level is now this and you can access this, that, and these.' That there's a little more to it than that, and here he was sort of forcing it to operate like the machinery he understands so well, with the strictly designated segments and partitions.

And he's happy again right now anyway, see, look, he was all happy to show you the alarm thing. But he's really happy when she says that, that one thing, even if his version of being happy about it is very familiar to his older self's. ] I'm great with machines. [ Although seriously, a real smile. And then a little more realistic. ] Tell me if it doesn't work though. I want to know what went wrong if it doesn't.

What am I like? Am I tall? Do I have a moustache like my dad? [ Screwdriver sitting on a pursed lip far too small to balance it properly, as imagery for her. It's pretty obvious but I'm going to point out anyway that in the maybe eight or ten minutes they've known each other now, he's gone from thinking maybe she's a kidnapper, to maybe she's his future adult self's girlfriend. So, self-preservation instincts: totally intact. ] What do I build? Are you my girlfriend? Is that why you were looking for me?

[ Congratulations Tony, you have received one (1) adult who doesn't know what one does with small children.

She can't help with that realization that life doesn't run smoothly, kid, sorry. It's just an unfortunate side product of the life part of it, and she kind of wishes she hadn't let him know even sort of that right now. He'd looked upset, and she was discovering that she didn't like him looking upset no matter which version of him it was.

But happy again, and that's good. That's really good, she'll figure out a way to keep that happiness up for him. ] Definitely. Maybe you can come do the test run with me, or something. On the spot repair if it's needed.

[ Oh boy, the dreaded 'tell me everything' questions. She kind of shrugs, keeps the uneasiness off her face. ] You're taller than me. I don't know what your dad's mustache is like, but you've got one. You - no, I'm not your girlfriend, I don't know if you have a girlfriend here. I'm just a - friend. [ When was the last time she called someone a friend. She just didn't think ally would fly with a six year old. ] You build pretty much everything, apparently.

[ It's okay neither do most of the adults around him at any given point. He's getting used to that. ]

Cool! I hope it breaks. Or, no, wait, I don't hope it breaks, because then I messed it up, but I want to keep working on it with you. So maybe I hope there's a little problem.

[ At some point the screwdriver fell off his face and he leaned over the edge of the seat he was on to look for it as it did so. Overbalance, flail back for the seat, okay awesome nothing happened he meant to do that. He's just not a very still person. Although something in there gets his attention again. ] You don't know what my dad looks like? He's not here? Is anybody I know here?

[ Well that's kind of sucky. Adults with children should acquire some knowledge of how to deal with them eventually. ]

If it works perfectly, we can always get started on some other project. Maybe something you think of. [ Projects! She's already figured out that this is probably her best way to get and keep his attention focused on something.

There's something familiar in that flail and she smiles a little at him, though her voice is still perfect serious as she answers his question. ] There's people here you'll know when you're an adult, but I don't think anyone you knew when you were younger. This place picks and chooses.

[ Projects are a very good idea Max has a fantastic learning curve. There are times he isn't as into them, but for the most part right now he doesn't get included in the projects of other people very much, and isn't as much of totally-not-a-team-player yet, so. It's a good theory. ] I wish I had all my ideas with me. It doesn't look like any of my stuff came when I did. [ Pause. ] But if I was already here I guess I didn't actually get here today.

[ The seriousness is good because he totally hates being condescended to or indulged for his age. He likes being indulged in general though. Some things don't change. Tony considers that for a moment or two, still pretty unsure of how he feels about it. ] This place is weird. Are you gonna stay though? Where do I live? No, wait, I bet that's on this thing. What do you do here?

[ Thank you she works hard on that learning curve. (Well, no, it's mostly instinctive, but.) And he'd mentioned how people didn't want him touching things yet, so. ] I bet you can remember some of them without your blueprints.

Well, you you only got here today, other you's been here longer than me. But yeah, it's a pretty weird place. Me? As far as I know I'm staying. I forget which apartment number you're in, and technically I fight for the people who brought us here. [ Was that all of his question she thinks that was all of them. ] Are you hungry? [ That seems important, she doesn't know how long he's been down here and it's not like Tony's super on top of eating. ]

[ He considers that. ] Maybe, but I'd have to write them down first, to make sure.

You fight for them? Why would you do that? You fight against kidnappers.

[ The last question takes him off guard more so than anything that came before it. ] Yeah. Why? Is it lunchtime?

Plenty of stuff to write it down on here. And make them with.

[ A shrug, and she sighs a little. ] They say it's the way to get home. Though mostly they don't ask us to do anything so far.

It could be, I guess. Or dinnertime, more likely.

[ He's getting more and more okay with being here.

But mostly as long as you're here, since you're the first real person he's met and apparently he knew you already and so he's sort of going to duckling along with you for a bit hope that's alright.

He basically visibly processes the other information but doesn't comment either way. That will take a while. ]

Dinnertime? Are you serious? Did you bring any food then? What are we eating?

[ She won't hate it, which is more than can be said for her interaction with 90% of people.

Actually he's kind of endearing, in some weird kid way that she's never really had a chance to figure out, or maybe just in a Tony way that carries over even when translated to a six year old Tony. Which one it is she's not entirely sure. She'll at least give this particular situation her best try, though. She feels kind of like failing him would suck. ]

I didn't bring any food, but there's restaurants around. We've got some menus - you can pick one, we'll go get some takeout and come back here. That sound good?

[ It sounds great, to the point where he's just ignoring the question and moving on. ]

Where are they?

[ So long as she's gotten a decent plan in place. She's going to figure this out, okay. ]

All over the place. Anything that you think sounds particularly good?

I mean the menus. Are these the menus?

[ He doesn't wait for an answer, just reads them and puts them down until he finds something he wants and shows it to her. ] That. [ pointing to the item on the menu. ] I want that. What are you getting?

Those are totally the menus.

[ Okay yes, this is a Tony, hesitation doesn't seem to be a thing he does that often. It's not a bad thing at all though. ] What if I get that [ pointing to a totally different dish ] and we'll get some - what do you like to drink? Soda, lemonade?

If you get that and I get this can we also get that and share? [ maybe? please? are things he doesn't say with his mouth, but maybe with his face. he learned how to manipulate adults a little while after this age, but not by much. ]

Can I have coffee?

Yeah, I think that works. [ It's food, she's not going to object on this stuff. She might need to save objections for when they matter, like -

Coffee. That just seems like a really bad idea, somehow. Like a genuinely very bad idea. ] You can have a little bit of coffee, okay?

[ Coffee at this point is still some sort of sacred adult thing that he's not allowed to have, and Tony thought she might be a little easier to get it from, yes. He is marginally manipulative and conniving at any age. ]

And soda.

[ well played, tiny Tony. but okay she's not giving him sugar and coffee that sounds even worse than just coffee. ]

How about you pick one or the other for tonight.

But what if I don't like the coffee? [ worried, woobie face. he's actually much better at looking pitiful when he's still got the babyfat on his face to emphasize it ]

[ she is so telling on you to older Tony ] If you don't like the coffee, we'll switch drinks.

[ For being manipulative or thinking he might not like coffee? ] Okay, deal. [ Gotta shake on it. He's looking up at you until you shake his hand. ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject