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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[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.'