[ walking is dumb. humans should've learned how to hover ages ago. this is just fucking inconvenient.
so jarvis thinks, at least, as he makes his way around the fair, having managed the basic left, right, left through years of operating the unmanned Iron Man suits and additional drones. it isn't nearly as complicated as infants make it look to be. ]
Grease, perhaps, sir?
[ Pipes up the man Tony's just pointed at. The lack of green-red skin probably makes the facial features Vision usually hosts hard to mark as familiar, but the voice should be fairly clear. he raises up the bottle of what's pretty clearly alcohol and tips it to refill Tony's red solo cup as his human eyes skim the area around them thoughtfully. ]
Alternatively, Charlotte's Web, Never Been Kissed or Mary Poppins, though I'd imagined illegal street racing and excessively maintained hairstyles to strike your interest above the emotional dilemmas of livestock and British nannies. [ a beat, and he looks to the AI to Tony's side, suggesting he get himself some cotton candy. um. ] No thank you, Friday.
[ speaking of infants and nannies, isn't it past her bedtime??? #offended. ] Wasn't this program still in the patching phase?
Tony stares. It's not just the accent, nor is it the face— some combination of both plus the sass. Personality factors make him the most unique and glorious of all, his precious JARVIS, who had became an entity that indeed, has both a red face and the uncanny ability to hover. Among other things. He then automatically reaches off to the side, without looking, to snare a fingerful of cotton candy. Puts it in his mouth, all the while still staring fixedly at who was once his faithful companion.]
Like a year ago, [he says.] At this point, dimensional travel and apart from-- native hardware issues, [HE DOESN'T LIKE IT EITHER OKAY,] she's full grown. Hey, no joke. You're... [He points! The fair continues to twinkle and bell and flow around him, but his attention is set.] J.A.R.V.I.S. Not Vision, not--
that thing i tagged and then untagged bc i was dumb lolololol
so jarvis thinks, at least, as he makes his way around the fair, having managed the basic left, right, left through years of operating the unmanned Iron Man suits and additional drones. it isn't nearly as complicated as infants make it look to be. ]
Grease, perhaps, sir?
[ Pipes up the man Tony's just pointed at. The lack of green-red skin probably makes the facial features Vision usually hosts hard to mark as familiar, but the voice should be fairly clear. he raises up the bottle of what's pretty clearly alcohol and tips it to refill Tony's red solo cup as his human eyes skim the area around them thoughtfully. ]
Alternatively, Charlotte's Web, Never Been Kissed or Mary Poppins, though I'd imagined illegal street racing and excessively maintained hairstyles to strike your interest above the emotional dilemmas of livestock and British nannies. [ a beat, and he looks to the AI to Tony's side, suggesting he get himself some cotton candy. um. ] No thank you, Friday.
[ speaking of infants and nannies, isn't it past her bedtime??? #offended. ] Wasn't this program still in the patching phase?
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Tony stares. It's not just the accent, nor is it the face— some combination of both plus the sass. Personality factors make him the most unique and glorious of all, his precious JARVIS, who had became an entity that indeed, has both a red face and the uncanny ability to hover. Among other things. He then automatically reaches off to the side, without looking, to snare a fingerful of cotton candy. Puts it in his mouth, all the while still staring fixedly at who was once his faithful companion.]
Like a year ago, [he says.] At this point, dimensional travel and apart from-- native hardware issues, [HE DOESN'T LIKE IT EITHER OKAY,] she's full grown. Hey, no joke. You're... [He points! The fair continues to twinkle and bell and flow around him, but his attention is set.] J.A.R.V.I.S. Not Vision, not--
[A British actor, the name is escaping him.]
lets start with texting;
you got a second?
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SHOOT.
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uh i'll make it quick then
[ He says, definitely not making it quick. He's typing as fast as he can though, so there's some A+ effort in there somewhere. ]
its about the suit
i'm not insulting the suit at all i swear
the suit's amazing
as always
but uh something's up with karen???
i think???
can a suit get sick?
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LIKE TEENAGERS SCREWING AROUND WITH CRITICAL COMPONENTS IN THE OPERATING SYSTEM ON THEIR DELL LAPTOP.
WHAT'S SHE DOING?
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one time!!!
[ And he didn't want to be on any training wheels protocol, can you blame him?? ]
so lately she's been like even more
kill-y than usual?
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no one was killed!!
i got it under control
its just that uh
karen keeps reminding me about that instant kill mode thing??
and uh some other things but its okay i was just wondering if that was normal
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HAVE YOU BEEN ELECTROCUTED WHILE WEARING THE SUIT ANYTIME RECENTLY? FALL INTO A VAT OF EELS, FIGHT A GUY WHO FELL INTO A VAT OF EELS?
I CAN RUN SOME DIAGNOSTICS BUT YOUR BEST GUESS AT COLLATERAL INFORMATION WOULD BE HELPFUL.
ALSO SOMETIMES WHEN YOU SAY 'I GOT IT UNDER CONTROL,' I DON'T THINK YOU GOT IT UNDER CONTROL.
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eels?? no
no eels
no guys with eels
nothing eel-related
might've been slammed pretty hard against a wall though
and uh
a broken fire hydrant might have been involved
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ARE YOU PERSONALLY ALSO IN KILL MODE
DEAD MODE
AS IT PASSES FOR YOUNG MEN WHO GET SLAMMED PRETTY HARD INTO WALLS
RELATED QUESTION, HOW DOES THAT FIT INTO YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER ACTIVITIES?
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no im good i told karen to knock off the kill mode even though she'll keep asking me about it
AND IT DOESN'T!!! being in kill mode is like the OPPOSITE of friendly neighbourhood spider activities
hence the questions that i totally have
but aren't panic worthy
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i mean for now
obviously i'll have more questions down the road
the suit just needs a quick check-up
but otherwise everything's a-okay
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NO SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT STICKING WITH THE HIGH SCHOOL?
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:)
nah i'm still good mr stark
i thought maybe i'd regret it but
i like being where i am
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AND IF YOUR AUNT NEEDS A PLUS ONE TO YOUR GRADUATION, GIVE ME A SHOUT, OKAY?
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[ He's got just as much of an idea as any whether his decision is going to benefit him, or bite him in the behind.
But he's sticking to his metaphorical guns on this one. ]
hahaha ok thx mr stark