What to expect when you're expecting... TO DISAPPEAR

[danno_williams]

Date & Time: After Osprey's thread, 6/1
Location: Stark's Apartment/Dorm thingy
Characters:  Danny Williams, Osprey, Tony Stark
Summary: Danny and Osprey drop in on Tony Stark...
Warnings: Swearing probably

Danny quickly signed off of the voice software and reached behind him to grab the axe off of the table when... oh shit. His hands were fucking gone. But they weren't, he could feel them. He took a minute to clasp them together. Yeah, they were there, just, invisible.

He finished getting his things together, which was made harder by the fact that he kept missing shit since he COULDN'T SEE HIS HANDS. HE strapped the axe to his back and headed out to door. It was a quick trip to Tony's unit, they were only a few apart. OK, wait for Osprey, then harass Tony. That was the plan. If he stuck to the plan, he wouldn't go nuts. Because he could feel it, he was very close to going nuts right about now.

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As Nick reaches the door, there's a glowing shimmer in the air, and suddenly Osprey's standing there. "Good, you're here," he says, his disappearing hands covered by his armor's gloves. "You get to knock - you've seen how letting me deal with people goes."

[danno_williams]

Danny just snorts and knocks. Which, looks sorta creepy since all you see is his shirt sleeve making knocking motions.

He waits a bit and then knocks a few more times. Then he yells, "Stark, you'd better not have a hangover right now. Don't make me kick your ass."

[fe_male]

He actually doesn't, but a guy can take a few minutes to answer his own door, right? Especially when he's used to people either letting themselves in, or having someone else open things for him so he doesn't have to interrupt whatever it is that he's working on.

And he is working on something, so the second knocking is basically the first knock to him, and he's not sure what all the fuss is about when he opens the door.

'Like yelling at me when I have a hangover is going to make me want to come answer the door. What is it?'

[danno_williams]

"Tony, Osprey, Osprey, Tony." he waved his hand around in a vague 'yeah introduced you yay' gesture. Then remembered that his hand is now invisible.

"We uh, need our help with this." he held up his hand and his sleeve slipped back down his arm. From there you can see where his hand is just gone, and his arm, while mostly there, starts to fade out about at his forearm. "We need your help because I really don't want to spend the rest of my days in hoodies and gloves or some shit like that."

[checksum]

"Also, you seem like someone who'd have the background to figure something like this out who's not the Initiative," Osprey adds, pulling off his suit's gloves to reveal a similar condition. "Since my physics background is just enough to tell me that this should not be happening."

[fe_male]

He blinked at them both. Their hands were disappearing? No, invisible. He'd had hands under his gloves, it was how he wore the gloves. No hands, no gloves. Right, so they were both... slowly becoming invisible?

Well that was fun. He backed away from the door to let them in if only because the temperature inside was right where he liked it and standing in the doorway would fuck that all to hell. 'I think common sense should be enough to point out that you shouldn't spontaneously start fading into invisible. You guys didn't do anything... weird or anything?'

[danno_williams]

Danny nodded at Tony as he walked in.

"No, just had a few beers to relax. I thought I'd drank to much or something because my hand looked fuzzy. Then fuzzy turned into invisible and now it's moving up my arm."

He gasps and reaches down to pull off his left shoe and sock, just as he'd feared, his foot was gone too. "GOD DAMN IT so it's all extremities not just our hands." That last bit? Might have come out a bit panicked.

[checksum]

"Nothing far enough off the baseline to justify something like this," Osprey says. "The only thing out of the norm was the Landry incident, and Danny wasn't part of that."

Looking at Stark, his gaze comes to rest on the device embedded in the man's chest. "Is that an implanted fusion reactor?" he asks. "And if so, what sort of implants are you powering that need that kind of juice?"

[fe_male]

'Well, let's hope not all of them.' Although at least they weren't actually disappearing. That was something, he supposed. Short of any sort of actual inciting incident though, it wasn't really much of something.

He's had years to get used to people asking questions he wasn't expecting, and that's not even all that unexpected, aside from the general point where people almost painfully and pointedly ignore talking about anything that makes anyone distinguishable from anyone else.

Still doesn't necessarily mean he's going to answer truthfully. At first. 'Nightlights. You know, dark-o-phobia. Can't shake it. Anybody else suddenly pulling this spectral thing or is it just you two?'

[danno_williams]

Yeah, you see that Osprey? That's Danny glaring at you for a stupendous lack of social graces.

"I don't know, it's just the two of us for all we know, somethings up though, look at all the crazy coming out on the network." He holds his phone/tablet/whatever thing up.

[checksum]

Osprey smirks a bit at Stark's crack, ignoring Danny's glower. He likes this guy already. "Once we get this mess sorted out, you'll have to show me those nightlights," he says.

But then it's time to get back to the business at hand. He nods as Danny pulls up the network. "Damn, all sorts of craziness cropping up. The Initiative better start finding some answers, or people are going to start doing ill-considered things here."

[fe_male]

Tony leans over to scrutinize it a bit, eyes glancing over all the information and looking for patterns, retraces, storing incidents for later recall, all while working on both what makes people gradually invisible and why the Initiative would even want that to happen. Invisible soldiers sounds cool until you remember that some stupid ratio like 60% of all soldiers are shot by friendly fire being in the wrong place. Imagine how high that random statistic would skyrocket if you made your own side in-fucking-visible. It's a terrible idea, by his standards, which means most people should think whoever came up with it is clinically and psychologically incompetent and should be a ward of the state.

'So, for both of you at least,' he says, still looking at invisible people's descriptions on the network, but on his own device, because JARVIS. 'Different exposure points, different ways of exposure? Is it going extremities inward the same way, rate, whatever, on you both?' And starting to type things.

[danno_williams]

"Huh, yeah, it started happening, what, an hour or two ago? At least for me." He rolled his sleeves up grimacing at the sight of his half invisible arms. Then he leaned over and rolled up his pants and took off his shoes.

"Well, crap, I think it's spreading faster."

[checksum]

"I'm 90% or better certain that it's not a biological effect, whatever it is," Osprey says. "Biology's messy - something producing an effect like this would be producing a whole slew of side effects, byproducts, whatever, and my biometrics are reading all systems normal."

He pauses, then looks over at Tony. "Would an info feed on those be helpful to you?" he asks.

[fe_male]

'Yes, send 'em over.'

He's analysing what he's picking up off the pair of them, working on results with JARVIS and coming to the conclusion that it's... just happening? Which is weird and a little skeevy. But he can't draw a true conclusion until he looks over whatever it is that Osprey's got as well.

[danno_williams]

Danny huffs, "So what? If it's not biological where does that leave us? Something to do with the time travel they pulled to get us here? Side effect from poking holes in all our diffrent universes or something?" He pauses, sighs, "Jesus I sound like a sci-fi movie."

[checksum]

"That's where I'm putting my money," Osprey says, as his and Tony's personal assistant AIs sort out the details of transferring data between them. "And it's entirely appropriate to sound like something SF-ly in nature, seeing as you're talking to an AI installed in an genetically modified human body and a man with a fusion reactor powering his 'nightlights'."

Turning to Tony, he adds, "There. You should be getting data now." And oh the data he's getting - blood chemistry, hormone levels, activity status for the various flavors of nanobots populating Osprey's bloodstream, neurological activity, you name it, he's got it (and probably some things Tony wouldn't even think to name, to boot).

[fe_male]

'You sound like a SyFy movie, if anything.' The spelling distinction is moot until he amends, 'With the Ys. But what he said.'

He checks out of the conversation for a little bit after that, if they continue talking immediately afterward. There's too much data and he isn't actually that great a multi-tasker (surprise surprise). Moves it around on his own system until it's organized in a way that flows a little better for him personally, looking it over for patterns and anything that would make people spontaneously start turning invisible.

'Okay, one, can I just have a peek at your code or whatever one day, because seriously. You can have a playdate with JARVIS or something if you want - would you like that JARVIS? Or you can put it together yourselves. Shit, you could probably do scary things yourselves. Scratch that, no play-dates. Second, sadly, this actually doesn't help that much. Not from what I'm seeing here. I'm not giving it back, but I might need more time.'