[HOLO] : Arrival

[emergentfaculty]

There's a neat, blank-faced young man standing in front of what look to be a couple of large, server towers. It takes a moment or two, but someone(something?) begins to speak, although the man doesn't seem to be saying anything: "Good day, please forgive the informality, but I am having connectivity issues. Could anyone here confirm the date and

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[voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

... Connectivity issues? [That pretty much baffles Dean.]

Oh, wait, Stark? I know that guy. Haven't seen him in a while, though.

[voice]

[emergentfaculty]

Yes, I cannot find any wireless connectivity points that enable me to access either the internet or an intranet.

Mr Stark has been missing in Afghanistan for some time.

Re: [voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

Oh, right, okay. For a second I thought... yeah, we don't have internet. I think. I haven't looked, but I'm pretty sure it's not. Y'know. Here.

Well, he was here a while ago, and this ain't Afghanistan.

[voice]

[emergentfaculty]

Where is this? I know all the places that Mr Stark has been and to my knowledge it has been an extended period of time since he has been anywhere without internet access.

[holo]

[likeajoan]

"Tony Stark? The hot guy with the indecently large house and the weird chest thingy?"

Tact is a thing that sometimes escapes Buffy, and then jets to the other side of the globe, changes its name and hides in a cave. At least as soon as the words leave her mouth she has the good decency to repent them?

"And, I'm sorry-- hi, Jarvis, right? I'm Buffy. I'm not exactly sure of the date, but you're in a city called 'Taxon'."

[holo]

[emergentfaculty]

"A pleasure to meet you Ms Buffy, and while Mr Stark isn't here, I am quite sure he'd be pleased to be described in that fashion."

Jarvis, the fellow, continues to semi-mouth the words and look rather oblivious everything that's going on around him.

[likeajoan]

"Just Buffy is fine, really." She answers, vaguely half-squinting at the tablet as she's under the impression that it must be lagging or something, due to Jarvis' interesting manner of speech.

"And yeah, I haven't talked to him in a while. I'm sorry about my fashion. Or my description-- I think my fashion is fine." Earth, how about some swallowing now? "Anyway! I should orientation-speech you. This is Taxon. It's an underground city. We don't know who brought us here, why or even where here is exactly. Most people aren't connected to each other, although some are-- you clearly know Mr Stark, so..."

[emergentfaculty]

"I see, or rather I don't see well, but I grasp your meaning. If you don't know the 'why' of this place, perhaps you could tell me what you do here?"

Oh, look, the body can make a sort of hooting noise. Lookit him go, learning to talk!

[voice]

[dibolly]

Tony Stark? I'm afraid I can't recall the name.

As for a location though, this is Taxon, Mister Jarvis. Not exactly an ideal vacationing spot.

[voice]

[emergentfaculty]

Are you familiar with Stark Industries, instead?

Thank you, and there's no need for the 'mister' or worries about my vacation choices. I have never had a vacation and doubt I would be well suited to one anywhere I went.

[voice]

[dibolly]

Stark Industries? No.. No, can't say that I am.

Never? Well, that's quite a shame. A vacation does a man a world of good. Or, so I'm told. I haven't had one to myself in ages, really.

[voice]

[emergentfaculty]

I've heard that although I did not often suggest them to my creator. It was generally more work to make sure that he went to all the functions he was expected to go to.