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Entry tags:
- [game]: lastvoyages,
- charles doesn't cope he represses,
- charles is a mom :c,
- charles likes science,
- erik is my heterosexual life partner,
- food fights will not bring you peace,
- i hate the wheelchair,
- morgana is the new raven,
- my inmate is iron man,
- peace is always an option,
- threatening gwen will not bring you peac,
- why is merlin an au of x-men
TWENTY ONE ✖ VOICE
[Private to Tony, backdated to the end of the flood]
I'm afraid I'm going to need my wheelchair back, Mr. Stark.
[Private to Morgana, present dated]
Are you alright?
[Private to Erik, present dated]
I'd like to speak with you, please. [He doesn't sound angry or disappointed or too depressed, really, he just wants to talk to you re: his encounter with Wanda during dat flood. :|]
[Public, present dated]
[Charles has holed himself up in his room with a couple books for a while, because man, that flood was intense and he needs a break from everyone. :| But he's had some time to wind down and feels like saying something, so, good afternoon, everyone.] I've always enjoyed watching people try to put science in perspective to things that are a bit easier for most people to wrap their mind around. It grounds it, and does make it a bit more approachable for those with only a casual interest in the subject.
Because while I could bore you all for hours with scientific jargon, it never hurts to have a few interesting factoids on hand to catch people's interest instead of just letting them drift off to sleep in the back of the classroom wishing they were still enjoying their lunch period.
For example, while there are differences in the total number of cells in a human body, the number should be around 100,000 billion, and if the entire DNA from all nuclei in the human body were to be arranged lengthwise, it would measure around 180,000 million kilometers. The DNA length would thus be a thousand times greater than the distance between the Earth and the Sun.
It's interesting to think about, that within each of us, there's something that - in theory, obviously - could stretch that far. [He's quiet for a moment, almost a little distracted or maybe considering switching off the feed before continuing.] If anyone has some interesting facts they'd be in the mood for sharing about their own world, I'd appreciate it. It doesn't have to be about science if there's something they'd rather discuss.
I'm afraid I'm going to need my wheelchair back, Mr. Stark.
[Private to Morgana, present dated]
Are you alright?
[Private to Erik, present dated]
I'd like to speak with you, please. [He doesn't sound angry or disappointed or too depressed, really, he just wants to talk to you re: his encounter with Wanda during dat flood. :|]
[Public, present dated]
[Charles has holed himself up in his room with a couple books for a while, because man, that flood was intense and he needs a break from everyone. :| But he's had some time to wind down and feels like saying something, so, good afternoon, everyone.] I've always enjoyed watching people try to put science in perspective to things that are a bit easier for most people to wrap their mind around. It grounds it, and does make it a bit more approachable for those with only a casual interest in the subject.
Because while I could bore you all for hours with scientific jargon, it never hurts to have a few interesting factoids on hand to catch people's interest instead of just letting them drift off to sleep in the back of the classroom wishing they were still enjoying their lunch period.
For example, while there are differences in the total number of cells in a human body, the number should be around 100,000 billion, and if the entire DNA from all nuclei in the human body were to be arranged lengthwise, it would measure around 180,000 million kilometers. The DNA length would thus be a thousand times greater than the distance between the Earth and the Sun.
It's interesting to think about, that within each of us, there's something that - in theory, obviously - could stretch that far. [He's quiet for a moment, almost a little distracted or maybe considering switching off the feed before continuing.] If anyone has some interesting facts they'd be in the mood for sharing about their own world, I'd appreciate it. It doesn't have to be about science if there's something they'd rather discuss.
[Private/Backdated]
I'm on the fifth floor, in the common room. [And he'd had to drag himself up onto a couch so he wasn't just sitting there on the floor and ahaha fuck this fucking flood. He can't let himself think about it for too long, and instead just keeps talking, wanting something else to focus on. And he really is curious, because he knows Tony's got enough crazy genius to come up with something fun with the wheelchair in the time he had it.]
What did you do with the chair?
[Private/Backdated]
[In other words, he lives with a disability of his own. A ticking time bomb in his chest. One issue with the arc reactor taken care of, recently, a dozen more in its place. A lifetime of necessary upgrades.]
It can... kind of fly, now.
[Private/Backdated]
So he's quiet for a long moment, to the point of where it almost seems like he won't be replying at all. His voice is a little strained, but honest, focusing on the second part of what he'd said.]
That's brilliant.
[Private/Backdated]
Charles' weakness was there for everyone to see. Everyone knew it, and everyone silently judged because of it. Tip toed around it, avoided using words like "walk" or "run" or anything like that. Almost painfully so. Tony'd seen it, had even had a fleeting thought to do it himself. But more than that? He'd felt the bitterness that welled up when people caught themselves the second after it left their mouth. Or better yet, the apology on their face when Tony brought it up for them. Just to see what would happen. His time in the chair had been short-lived, sure. But it was enough to open his eyes.
And it was enough for him to realize that while he wouldn't be making cracks like finding some stairs to avoid Charles, he wasn't going to treat him like some sort of invalid and baby him by censoring any sort of ~offensive reminder~ out of his every day speech. If there was one thing that was worse than having to live with an experience, it was the way people handled you with kid gloves afterwards.
He'd hated it with Afghanistan, and he'd hated it with the chair, too. For the few days he'd been in it.]
Lose one mode of transport, and you gain another. And trust me, flying beats out everything else. [He's actually thoughtful as he says that, mind already focused in on another project. You can practically see the equations running through his mind, numbers flashing in the corners of his eyes] ... You know, I already have a basic exoskeleton designed. I used a modified version for the suit, but it's also used in deep sea diving, to compensate for pressure change.
[And, honestly, it would take a bit of tweaking and a few prototypes and tests, but... he might be able to modify it to mimic natural movement, to respond to muscle cues in the lower back and help move the legs according to that.
He was always calling his suit a high tech prosthesis. Might as well try and live up to that.]
[Private/Backdated]
It wasn't perfect, he wouldn't be changing his deal for it - although there were still days when he wondered if he should be asking for something less selfish, although considering Erik was probably going to be here indefinitely and he wasn't leaving as long as he was here, he'd probably have opportunity for more than one deal to be fulfilled - but it would be something to work with, and at this point, he's certainly willing to consider it.
So he almost instantly sounds less flat and trying to keep himself together, not really sure how to thank him for the offer right now.
(See how much of a not horrible person you were, Tony?)]
I'd certainly be interested in seeing the designs. [Hell, putting it together and working out the kinks might even be fun. He might not be an engineer, but he enjoyed a good project as much as the next scientist.]
[Private->Spam/Backdated]
[It's a natural thing to offer, for Tony. Just another practical application for his tech, another challenge for him to work through. Something to keep him busy, to keep him working on something useful instead of tearing down the walls and playing with the wiring. He doesn't consider it what it would be with normal people, with people not Anthony Edward Stark.
That it's something nice. Something genuinely done to try and improve someone's quality of life. To try and make it so he could run to save his life, could move to someone else's aid. That he wasn't just stuck watching things happen through the minds of the people actually there. No, that's not something that really registers with him. It's a muted, dulled acknowledgement, sure. But it's not something his mind stops on, basks in.
He still can't figure out if that's a good or bad thing.
But he doesn't have much time to muse about it, because it really doesn't take that long to reach Charles' room, his hand reaching out to knock in a quick rhythm (Born to be Wild, this time) before he's pushing open the door, holding it with a shoulder as he shoves the chair in with him.]
Delivery, sunshine. Not often I hand deliver my tech, so feel special.
[Private->Spam/Backdated]
Tony's arrival was a decent interruption, stopping himself from overthinking it too much. He's sitting on the couch, and doesn't move to reach for the chair or otherwise do much of anything beyond smile politely at his inmate. He was in no rush to actually make the transfer, so as long as Tony brought it over within reach and left, he'd be fine. He didn't like having other people see him vulnerable, was tired of the sympathy and the awkwardness and the never knowing what precisely to do. He knew it came from a place of concern - especially back home, when they'd all been adjusting to the situation - but he didn't want to be seen as an invalid or a cripple, and he wanted to be able to do things himself without having to ask for help.]
Thank you.
[Spam/Backdated]
[The good thing with Tony? He doesn't baby or offer help to people normally, anyway. For a hero, he's rather pick and choose about what he gets involved in. He's no Steve Rogers, that's for sure. Little old ladies struggling across the street get honked at instead of helped across. People with split grocery bags get steered around. Professors with paralysis get left on the bed as Tony very pointedly takes a seat in the wheelchair he just brought in, waving his hand over the arm on the side, causing a holographic screen to project up under his fingertips, a few taps of his fingers changing the settings.
The letters there shift, the key alignment moving into something a bit more... well, maybe not recognizable. But at least the letters are English now, the numbers actual numbers and not the shorthand of symbols Tony'd created back when he was a teenager. The language he and his bots all speak and share.]
Want the full demo?
[Spam/Backdated]
So his attention is fully on Tony and the chair, and not on his current condition or the fact that he's going to be stuck here basically until Tony brings the chair over, completely distracted by the tech. He's interested and impressed by the technology, between Tony's genius and the fact that he's from about forty years in Charles' future, and thus it's all a little more complex than he's used to seeing back home.]
Yes, please.
[Spam/Backdated] lolololol screw science
It's a pretty seamless lift off, mindful of what's in Charles' room - which is really a kickass room, actually - and ceiling height and everything, but it leaves him just kind of chilling about a foot off the ground.]
Alright, so you have your basic repulsors - which, by the way, is still private tech so if you sell it to anyone I might just have to roll you off the side of the ship - which are wired in... [And here follows about five minutes worth of technical explanation as well as another ten minutes of boasting about his mechanical skills and blah blah oh right here's what the buttons do, Charles, any questions?]