exsiliumlogs | (closed) i was a blindfold

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. ]

Threaded | Flat

[ Things are calming still - everyone's getting used to things, some people take longer for that sort of thing than others. Tony, for his part, is already (well) adjusted and has just been volunteering for missions because he's bored, that's the only reason why. He's also trying to amass certain pieces of technology and doing history lessons like his life depends on it - all the better to track down what he's looking for. Not all of it is that specific, and not all of it has been things he's managed to make it back with, but even just a little bit here and there, because it's out there and he wants to play with it. There's no specific reason for any of it, totally. The zombies were a nice distraction, but they've been soundly dealt with, and Tony's not really one much for the gruntwork of cleanup, unless it's allowing him to come up with dazzlingly brilliant advances in the process. Recreating his intellicrops is about all he can do right now, and that's not that interesting.

Nobody's really... talking to anyone else though, and he doesn't see Max as often still - just enough to know that she's still here and that things are okay. As okay as they will be for the moment, anyway.

But all of this just means he doesn't have a whole lot on his plate when he gets her message, so he wraps up what he's doing and goes over to her room, a quick double-knock before he opens the door anyway, because she called him over like two minutes ago, so she's ready, right? That's how that goes. ]

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