Proposing Dartmouth

[thisisironman]

Who: Tony Stark, Jarvis
What: The calm before the storm, and/or prep before leaving for the JLA meeting.
Where: Tony's workshop in Malibu, California

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[justasmartarse]

"Here, sir," Jarvis responded. His image flickered on above the holo-table, and the image fiddled with its teal silk tie-- a subtle gesture that had taken hours to make unnoticeable.

"Good afternoon. I see beauty sleep has worked conversely, in your case. What shall we work on today?"

[thisisironman]

Tony tossed Jarvis a withered look, but his grin undermined the expression completely. He was extremely proud of the program he'd written-- well, mostly written-- for Jarvis' hologram: it had taken weeks, probably would have taken months without Jarvis' help. But the end result was excellent and, sarcastic remarks aside, it tended to take up a lot of Tony's attention.

"Yeah, I'll go and buy a few cucumbers to chop up and stick on my eyes next time I'm out shopping," Tony replied dryly. He clanked the suit on the head with the wrench before approaching the holo-table and the flickering image of the blond man above it. "Let's test how the gauntlets respond to pressure. The feedback was a little slow-- the repulsors are probably sapping most of the power. We might have to re-calibrate them."

[justasmartarse]

"Will do," said Jarvis obligingly. "Simulating pressure feedback starting at 1psi, increasing every 2 seconds by an increment of another 2, until the recorded upper limit of 400 is reached."

He pulled up an x and y axis on the main screen, and green dots began appearing along the grid as data trickled in. A horizontal red line marked 'Tolerable' appeared at .001s. As the test ran, the dots connected; at 298, they began a slow ascent above the line. Jarvis stopped the test as soon as they hit .002.

"Shall I run these results against all areas of power intake?"

[thisisironman]

His eyes followed the grid, noting the deceleration of the horizontal data pathway at around 300psi. That wasn't half bad. Especially for the gauntlets alone. Tony was pretty sure that when connected with the armored plates along his upper arms and torso, the amount of pressure that the suit could withstand was something along the lines of a few short tons or so. He'd caught a car once, after all-- and stomped on thoroughly by the Iron Monger armor.

"Looks good," he responded, circling the graph. "Yeah, go ahead and cross reference it. If you can't find anything wrong, I want to put them on and see how it feels."