There were quite a few things Tosh expected when she went to fetch Jackson from his cot. A giant robot crashing through the ceiling to land between her and her son wasn't one of them. Oddly enough, there was one point in her life this wouldn't have seemed unusual at all, and really, Jackson didn't seem to mind, sitting up and clapping and screeching through the bars.
It didn't mean Tosh felt safe, wishing she had her gun even whilst knowing it wouldn't do much good in this case. "You're in my home, actually, if that helps."
Well, hey, okay, whoever this was wasn't yelling, which was promising.
Tony pulled himself up, mechanics whirring as he did so. Talk through the suit? Yeah, that was a good idea; he wasn't too certain letting it out that Tony Stark was flying around in an armoured suit was such a good idea.
"And a lovely shack - home! - it is," he said, the speaker adding that eerie robotic edge. "In the middle of... Malibu?"
"You're a person in there?" It was an eerie robotic edge, and her fear that it might be some sort of cyberman faded as quickly as it had risen. It didn't stop her form sidling over to her son and pulling him out of his cot. "It was a lovely home-" she stressed the word, "-before the addition of the skylight."
"As to it's location, unfortunately not. Would you believe island in the middle of we're not sure?" Jackson wanted to touch the red shiny thing, and Tosh wasn't so keen, stepping backward away, even as her son reached out.
"Ah, well, some people would argue, but, yeah. Person in here," Tony said, staring up through the skylight now he'd determined she wasn't an immediate threat.
Which meant that the most immediate problem was that he was burning power. Which was... well, just a little important. "Is that some kind of- are you being metaphorical? Because Malibu isn't..."
"Sir, I am fairly confident we are no longer in Malibu. I'm still working on co-ordinates, but captured images of flora are inconsistant with our expected location."
"Nothing metaphorical about this at all," Jackson nearly overbalanced her, reaching for the red suit again. Tosh sighed and stepped closer, deciding that the man wasn't a threat, and even if he was there was little she could do about it. "It's an island. People appear and disappear like magic I suppose. Can you take that off?"
Tony reached a similar conclusion about her. It couldn't be helped.
"Yes," he said, raising the mask. "Yes. That would be... very wise. Do you have a toolbox? It's this thing, where, if I don't, I'm uh..."
He canted his eyes sideways, in a deliberately embarrassed expression. "...going to go into cardiac arrest, so, it would be really good if you had a screwdriver."
"Cardiac-" She stepped back, her expression changing as she turned to put Jackson back onto his cot. "Can you watch him?"
Not waiting for an answer she ran to the other room to grab her laptop bag, complete with it's miniature tool set. Jackson was fascinated by the man in the metal suit still. "I'm Tosh, Dr. Toshiko Sato actually, MD, PhD." She rummaged in her bag, pulling out the screwdriver. "Can I do anything?"
"Well, uh, don't touch anything," Tony said, the mask opening up as he undid and pulled off one of the gauntlets, because this was easier if he had hands. "For starters. I mght- okay, boots are easy, too..."
By the end of that, he'd lapsed somewhat into talking to himself as he figured out how to get this thing off without dozens of robot arms helping.
"No, it's fine, I've powered down all systems, minimal drain, once I'm out I should be good for... a couple of years, if my math is right," Tony said, pushing the boots aside and checking himself. He needed to be able to move his head more. Right. Head piece. "And it always- do you have a 3/4 inch hex key in there?"
"Pardon?" She had been leaning toward the hand piece he'd put down, standing suddenly when she realised what she'd been doing. "A 3/4 inch- No. I don't. I'm sorry, but are you built into that suit?" It was the only thing that made any sense to her at the moment, with what he'd said about systems and drain. "I have a half inch one."
"Not... exactly," he said, unhooking and beginning to pull the top and sides of the helmet off. He paused, said, "Jarvis, route communications through speakers," and then finished removing and putting the pieces on the ground.
"Certainly, sir. For reference, we appear to be on a tropical island. Were we experimenting with teleportation technology without telling me?"
Tony stared at the head on the ground, through which Jarvis was talking. "What? No, I- teleportation's no fun-" He looked up at the woman. "I, uh, I think you can understand how I'm very confused right now."
She'd picked up Jackson again and when the voice started, Tosh looked over at the helmet, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Is that your computer? It's not going to be able to find where we are, believe me. We've had alien tech on it, spaceships, just about everything you could try."
Sighing, she bounced her son on her hip, understanding his urge to touch the pieces of the suit. She wanted to pick each of them up and inspect them, "It's an island. People appear, they disappear. There's no control over it. Welcome to Tabula Rasa."
"You haven't had my tech on it," Tony said, in the completely unpompous tones of someone stating a simple fact. At this stage, he still thought it was.
"...back up. Alien tech? Spaceships? Could you maybe- explain in slightly longer sentences, this time? Like, a couple of paragraphs, maybe, I think I'm a little behind."
It was a tone Tosh recognised all too way. A certain satisfaction someone held in knowing they were the best at what they did. Better than most anyone else could imagine. She'd had it herself from time to time.
Giving into her urge she picked up one of the gauntlets, turning it over in her hand and keeping it away from Jackson at the same time. "Which part was hard to understand?" Perhaps a bit supercilious, but it seemed appropriate to her at the moment. "The people here come from different realities and different points in space and time. It's as if a rift brought us all here, but there's no activity my rift manipulator could detect. Nor any other equipment, including the equipment on spaceships."
"Please don't touch that," Tony said, a touch sharply, glancing up from where he was working on getting the breastplate of the armor off. "The part where you're talking like you're assuming I'm not coming in halfway through the movie. That part. Is there a prologue? Welcome to Space Island, Population: You?"
It didn't mean Tosh felt safe, wishing she had her gun even whilst knowing it wouldn't do much good in this case. "You're in my home, actually, if that helps."
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Tony pulled himself up, mechanics whirring as he did so. Talk through the suit? Yeah, that was a good idea; he wasn't too certain letting it out that Tony Stark was flying around in an armoured suit was such a good idea.
"And a lovely shack - home! - it is," he said, the speaker adding that eerie robotic edge. "In the middle of... Malibu?"
He was becoming less and less certain about that.
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"As to it's location, unfortunately not. Would you believe island in the middle of we're not sure?" Jackson wanted to touch the red shiny thing, and Tosh wasn't so keen, stepping backward away, even as her son reached out.
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Which meant that the most immediate problem was that he was burning power. Which was... well, just a little important. "Is that some kind of- are you being metaphorical? Because Malibu isn't..."
"Sir, I am fairly confident we are no longer in Malibu. I'm still working on co-ordinates, but captured images of flora are inconsistant with our expected location."
...right, then, that was... what?
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"Yes," he said, raising the mask. "Yes. That would be... very wise. Do you have a toolbox? It's this thing, where, if I don't, I'm uh..."
He canted his eyes sideways, in a deliberately embarrassed expression. "...going to go into cardiac arrest, so, it would be really good if you had a screwdriver."
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Not waiting for an answer she ran to the other room to grab her laptop bag, complete with it's miniature tool set. Jackson was fascinated by the man in the metal suit still. "I'm Tosh, Dr. Toshiko Sato actually, MD, PhD." She rummaged in her bag, pulling out the screwdriver. "Can I do anything?"
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By the end of that, he'd lapsed somewhat into talking to himself as he figured out how to get this thing off without dozens of robot arms helping.
Well. 'Helping.'
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"Certainly, sir. For reference, we appear to be on a tropical island. Were we experimenting with teleportation technology without telling me?"
Tony stared at the head on the ground, through which Jarvis was talking. "What? No, I- teleportation's no fun-" He looked up at the woman. "I, uh, I think you can understand how I'm very confused right now."
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Sighing, she bounced her son on her hip, understanding his urge to touch the pieces of the suit. She wanted to pick each of them up and inspect them, "It's an island. People appear, they disappear. There's no control over it. Welcome to Tabula Rasa."
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"...back up. Alien tech? Spaceships? Could you maybe- explain in slightly longer sentences, this time? Like, a couple of paragraphs, maybe, I think I'm a little behind."
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Giving into her urge she picked up one of the gauntlets, turning it over in her hand and keeping it away from Jackson at the same time. "Which part was hard to understand?" Perhaps a bit supercilious, but it seemed appropriate to her at the moment. "The people here come from different realities and different points in space and time. It's as if a rift brought us all here, but there's no activity my rift manipulator could detect. Nor any other equipment, including the equipment on spaceships."
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