(closed) i was a blindfold

[motherofnemesis]

Date & Time: a little bit past the zombies
Location: moon baaase
Characters: Tony Stark & Max Kearney
Summary: Interpersonal relationships complicate everything, man.
Warnings: None to start with, will edit if necessary.

[ Rebellion, well, it was in her blood at this point. Maybe this wasn't the best way to do things. Maybe the more patient routes, the ones she'd been helping work on as well, maybe they were the right way to go.

But if this had even the slightest chance of getting them off the moon faster, if it made people stand up and pay attention and do something, anything, she needed it. She was handling as best as she could. She was spending hours meditating and working on her shields only to have them crack again under the wear and tear of the emotional stress in this place. Every day she woke up it was like being thrown back into prison. On the plus side nobody was actively torturing her, but this wasn't -

She's going to go crazy here. At this point she's willing to go with anything, but it's not long after she talks to Charlie that she realizes she has to tell Tony. She has to, it's just - she does.

It takes her a little while to get up the courage, but eventually she waits until Jan's gone and then texts Tony to meet her in their room, considers how exactly she's going to say this. She can't say anything too obvious unless it seems like he'd be willing to join them, but she still does have to tell him. She'll figure it out. She just can't leave him hanging again, not this soon after last time. So she sits on her bed, fiddling with her tablet as she waits for him. ]

Comments

Re: the irony of forgetting to close things when my computer puts slashes in everything atm

[motherofnemesis]

[ nooope ]

Well you're going to have to share it with me, so don't get too excited.

[fe_male]

I already assumed you were bringing enough for two.

[motherofnemesis]

I'm not sure there's such a thing as enough alcohol here.

[fe_male]

Good point. [ uhhh... ] Come back without too many bottles shot up of holes. I'm counting on you here. [ right, that works, right? It's casual to the utmost, and manages to convey 'hey i don't want you hurt' at the same time. ]

[motherofnemesis]

I think I can promise that. It should just be standard retrieval, no danger. Might even have space for some side things, so if there's anything else you want now is the time to ask.

[fe_male]

[ 'should be'. important mention. ]

Aside from alcohol? Bring me back some nanomesh so I don't have to try and make it myself.

[motherofnemesis]

[ that sounds like too much worry ]

I can probably swing that one way or another. How much?

[fe_male]

[ nahhhh ]

However much you can find. I don't need a lot, just some to get started - it should take care of itself from there. Double points if you can find me some pure ruthenium or borazine too.

[motherofnemesis]

What are you looking to make?

[fe_male]

A few things. Working on some memory compounds, regenerative stuff. Self-repairing, that sort of thing. I've got a lot of work on the radios to do when we get back, so making that not be a thing next time would be cool.

work is so dead

[motherofnemesis]

... Self-repairing? Chemically, you mean? How does it work?

[fe_male]

It knows what shape it's supposed to be in and utilizes latent elements within the material to catalyze chain reactions and produce new material as per the pattern. It only works for a little while - there's only so much latent shit you can put in before it starts to get nosy, but in a tight spot it'll help you out.

[motherofnemesis]

[ Tilting her head a little. ] Sounds like fun. I figure helping sort that out's worth a little extra trouble. I'll get it done.

[fe_male]

You're a doll.

[motherofnemesis]

Don't get too used to it. [ She's just going to start heading out now, okay. ]