2888/Log 2888

Log 2888
Date of Scene:	18 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Captain America, Black Knight, Hawkeye (Barton), Vision

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Captain America has posed:
    Steve nods as he pushes the tablet back towards Dane. "Light piping. Something that gives it the illusion of moving. Maybe let the rate of flashing change with how fast or how hard the limb is being used. Make it feel like she has super strength or speed because it is flashing in a certain way?" He cocks his head slightly at the look of Dane's apparent health. "You alright there? Look a tad roughed up."

    Steve and Dane are sitting at one of the tables. Dane has a computer tablet in front of him while Cap has a cup of coffee.

Black Knight has posed:
    "New girlfriend." Dane answers. He does not go into details, not wanting to be offensive. "Alpha Flight girl. She seems nice." Dane's idea of nice is weird. He murmurs, "This is based off my initial work. I want to run the mock ups back past Vision. I like that idea about the light piping." He writes it down on one of his note pads. "If they were not kids, we could decorate them, and be done with it. Its just kids grow and they change. I would hate to have a tattoo today I got when I was 16."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Steve is not the only one on call tonight, and so Hawkeye strolls into the dinning room yawning and stretching after falling asleep on the couch up in the study. Like Cap he's in uniform, just with no shades and no bow or quiver. He waves to Steve and Dane before heading over to the coffee pot to fill a mug before strolling over to the table. "So what's up? Battle plans?" he asks nodding at the tablet.

Vision has posed:
For the second time since he returned from his well over a year long sabbatical from the avengers (during the apokalyptian invasion), The Vision re-enters Avengers mansion. Since his last visit a few weeks ago, he dissapeared again but kept in touch, saying he was 'putting his things in order' though not much else. Apparently it ha sto do with whatever he was doing while he had been away.. Something. some people believe, to do with a secret life he was living. A life he hasn't given any details on.

Phasing through the ceiling the crimson skinned, emerald clad Avenger floats to the ground and lands without a sound; His yellow cloak-like cape settling last and drapping around him like a shroud.

"Greetings, my friends." he intones in his soft yet sillibant synthetic voice. He looks around slowly, as if searching for any changes, and looks satisfied that if there are any, they are minimal. "I am sorry for my prolonged absense so soon after returning. I had... personal things... to deal before I could fully devote my attention to coming of of my hiatus." Not like Vision to be so vague.

Captain America has posed:
    Steve nods to Dane letting the question of bruises and scratches drop. He turns his seat as Clint strolls in and Vision comes through the overhead. "Nothing as exciting as battle plans. Dane is working on some cybernetic limbs for the kids down at the hospital that got caught in the crossfire of the Invasion. Looking pretty good too." He leans back in his chair slightly to kick another chair out from the table. "Take a seat, Hawk." He offers Vision a raised hand wave and smile. "Good to have you back, Vision. Place wasn't the same without you," he says as he gestures towards the table if Vision would like to sit and join.

Black Knight has posed:
    Vision is met with the tablet and the sound of an engineer, however brilliant, deferring to another scientist. "Fix it." Dane tells the Vision in a tone born of frustration. "These are not combat limbs, Vision. They are replacement limbs for children who lost theirs in the invasion. I've got the growth problem solved, I think. Cap is helping me with some additional aethetics because no one wants -me- to decide what is cool." They'd be some sort of Hobbit meets Star Wars abominations. "I think I am using too much power on them, because I lack your expertise." No doubt Vision can find several ways to make the devices better. This is solid work, but it is nothing compared to what Vision can do. Dane says the words he hates to say. "I need help. Please?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Clint peers at the tablet for a moment before declaring "Huh," he and taking Cap's invite to sit. "That's good stuff, Dane. Really," he says meaning more that he's helping kids than the engineering which flies way over his head. Which reminded him, "Viz, gonna want to pick your brain on something too, but Dane first, his is way more important," he says earnestly before turning to Steve. "So what's new?" he asks.

Vision has posed:
Vision cants his head in a slight bow of thanks and walks over to the table to take a seat. "Thank you for the kind words, Captain Rogers. I must admit I found my time away, while educational, to also leave me with a sensation of some.. emptiness. I believe I..." he thinks for a moment.. "I believe I 'missed' being here...."

He is cut off as Dane thrusts a tablet into his hands. The synthezoid raises a hairless brow and almost looks.. amused. "It is good to see you again, as well, Dane Whitman." he says in a dry monotone that only he can succsessfully pull off. He looks down at the tablet and starts tapping on it... his fingers flying over the display like a certain yellow eyed andorid from TV years ago. "Fascinating..." he murmurs, going over schematics.. literally absorbng them and crunching them in his own cybernetic brain. "Yes, I can see where you overcalculated the power requierments. You may wish to try this configuration..." he quickly redraws the formuli and then taps the compile 'key' with.. a flourish? Any 'red' tags turn green and he offers the tablet back to Dane. "I also have uploaded some new files regarding my own synthetic limb construction, properly sanitizied for civilian level usage which you may peruse at your leisure, though your design itself is quite.. elegant on it's own." A compliment, definately. He even offers a smile. "But we can further go over your designs when you wish. You need not ask for my help, Dane Whitman. It is for the children, after all." he says and there is an almost.. sad, maybe witsful quality to his tone.

He then looks at hawkeye and raises that brow again. "I remember the first time you utilized that saying, Clint Barton... and when I reactivated after a maintainence cycle power-down I found 'someone' had 'jokingly' stuck a screw driver in my ear while I 'slept'."

Captain America has posed:
    Steve takes a sip from his coffee as Dane and Vision meet the minds before turning to look over at Clint. "Not a lot. It has been kind of quiet since the Invasion, but that never sits terribly well with me." He glances out the window of the dining hall for a moment but with it being dark out, the only thing he can see is the reflection of the mess hall back at him. He looks back towards Clint. "Thinking of trying to set up some kind of Halloween thing over in Central Park. I know we are a ways from any real farms, but thinking we have some kind of technology to set up a temporary corn maze over there."

Black Knight has posed:
    "I am sorry Vision. Clint. It is great to see you both." Dane rubs at his cheek. He still needs to invent a razor for his stubble. He seems to have a five o'clock shadow by eleven AM, and it is later than that."Please, forgive my rudeness. I... missed you both while I was gone too. It's just.. this is a passion project all of the sudden, and I am not handling the frustration well. Every day I am fighting with the plans and not putting them into manufacture is a day that those kids are not... whole."
    His fingers press at his eyes for a moment. "And I will always ask, Vision. You are brilliant in ways I am not. I know you are volunteering your help, but you are my friend. I need to respect you and your time." He looks over at Clint when Vision remarks about the screwdriver. "Used the Phillips? I told you it was a star head." Dane deadpans as he reaches for his water and leans back to look at the datapad, cringing. "By the veil. Thank you."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Clint smirks into his coffee when Vision relates that little tale. "Still no leads on who did it, huh? Spooky," he remarks before taking a sip, when he's done he says. "Don't worry, Viz, just want to talk flying bikes, one of the tech wonks at SHIELD had an idea, and I wanted your take." He considers Steve's idea and makes a face at the mention of corn, in case it's noted he makes the disclaimer "Grew up in Iowa, corn gives me flashbacks. Anyhow, I am sure there's a guy who could set one up. Probably wouldn't be hard to get a hay ride going too. Kids still do those?" he asks the group. Not like they're likely to know, what with old man Steve and the nerd squad.

     "Missed you too, Dane," he says with a grin for the knight. "And I have no idea what you're talking about, the Screwdriver Bandit is still at large."

Vision has posed:
Vision shifts a boit where he sits, uncomfortable with Dane's praise. "I am just.. myself, Dane Whitman. No more and no less. You are a creative mind who pushes the boundaries of science and technology with every breath. It is you who are a true genius." he says and reaches up, awkwardly patting the knight on the shoulder.. Which is something new. Before he left, Vision was very NOT touchy-feely.

He then turns his head and gives Bart a VERY dry look, especially after Dane's comment. "Negative. No leads at all." he deadpans, though it seems his solid coloured eyes narrw on the bowman for a moment, then he 'relaxes' and looks to the trio all together. "I would like to participate in this Hallowe'en festival as well." he says suddenly. "I.. have some experience from my hiatus in such matters. Not much, true, but more than I did. I believe I could arrange for some holotechnology to emulate a 'corn maze' and know of a garden in Queens that specializes in growing pumpkins. The 'hay ride' would have to be set up by someone else, though."

Captain America has posed:
    Steve watches the mutal admiration society with a small smile on his face that he hides behind his coffee cup as he takes another sip. He will let the detectives hunt down the bandit for the time being. As Clint mentions growing up in Iowa, Steve nods. "I will let you do the pumpkin chucking contest then," he says before turning towards Vision. "That sounds good. I will see what we can do for a Hay Ride. I remember as kid loving that sort of thing since growing up in Brooklyn, you never saw anything like it. I was dodging trolleys not hay carts."

Black Knight has posed:
    "Well. If you want it old fashioned Steve?" That sounds like a joke. "I have some farm equipment up at the castle. I will need help getting it down to the city, as it is a little large and slow. But, it would do the job just fine." He gives a small smile. "I have to cut hay for the horses, so..." Dane is mostly staring at the datapad. Then he realizes whose hand that is on his shoulder. Dane blinks twice, and then starts to smile at Vision. It is a large, full smile. That's new. i stand by my genius remark." Dane says, obviously thrilled for the synthetic man's progress. His smile remains as he looks at the pad. 'Just brilliant." He flicks his gaze to Clint. "Come on up if you want some distance shooting. I have the land. Just let me know ahead of time so Valinor doesn't come chase you around the field."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Clint shrugs at Vision, in a 'what can ya do?' fashion. "Guess it'll remain a mystery," he says before giving Steve a nod. "Yeah, I can handle the pumpkin chucking alright," he says with a nod. "Sounds like some fun, which I think we all need after, well, everything." Meaning the invasion. "And that'd be great, Dane," he smiles at the thought of being chased by the horse. "Yeah, definitely count on me calling first. Don't have a castle to offer, but if you ever need to crash and have some beers in the Brooklyn, mi casa es tu casa."

Vision has posed:
Vision frowns a bit at Steve as he tells his story. "Historically, even during the era of your chidhood, horse drawn carriges were not unheard of within the city limits." he points out. "Though I must admit, hay in and of itself was probably much more rare. But there were still horse drawn taxi's and produce peddlers right into the late 1920s." Yes, he's a font of knowledge.. Because GOOGLE!

He looks to Dane again. "You still possess the genetically altered equine that somehow breaks the laws of physics?" he asks, and there is a hint of humour in his voice where it rarely was in the past. "Forgive the jest. I was involved in a genetics forum where the subject of Flying Horses came up. One of our fellow hero aquintances was complaining about all the ways they should not be able to achieve flight. He was quite.. passionate." he shakes his head.
5rTo Clint he ofers that.. monotone smile. "Yes, some mysteries are not meant to be solved. Like how that chemical defoliant replaced your sun protection lotion and your eye brows fell off. I was surprised that such a chemical tranformation was possible. It was also saddening that the photographer from the Enquirer printed the picture of the results. Hawk-no-eye-brows was the title, was it not? Unfortunate."

Black Knight has posed:
     His laughter is soft. Dane puts the pad down. "No. Brunnhilde the Valkyrie has that horse. I have the blatantly magical horses that both violate the laws of physics." Dane counters amiably. His grin remains broad. He taps the datapad. "Brilliant stuff. you removed my tendency to over design and simplified things elegantly. I think they are perfect."
    Tilting a brow, Dane agrees. "I might take you up on that, Clint. I have been sleeping here here lately a couple of nights a week working on this. Getting out might be better for me. I think the staff is starting to think I'm the synthetic one." He looks at Vision, and quietly jokes, "If I wake up with a screwdriver in my ear..."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint looks up from his coffee, meeting Vision's look with a tight smile of his own. "Things are funny like that," he says. Touche Vision, touche. He looks at Dane and Vision. "Nobody still has a copy right? I swept this place a bunch of times." True or not, Clint is just rolling with it.

    He nods to Dane, "Anytime man, if you're lucky it'll be grill night on the roof, sort of a little building get together, we keep em going until it gets too cold." That last remark earns an incredulous spread of his arms that would do Larry David proud, "Why does everyone keep saying that? It's not like I know the Screwdriver Bandit."

Vision has posed:
Vision raises a hand. "Rest Assured, Dane Whitman, you will not wake up with a screwdiver in your ear. The Robot Revolution is still not scheduled to start for another.. oh wait, I forgot, I am not supposed to speak of the robot revolution with the meatbags.. Forgive me." Okay, /now/ he is OUTRIGHT joking. Good for him!

His minimalist smile spreads JUST a little bit as he regards Clint. "I am sure you fund /all/ the copies of that photo. Your investigation was quite thorough, after all." How can he compliment somone yet also sow the seeds of doubt at the same time.

Black Knight has posed:
    "Well. I'll raise you one. We'll start a grill night here?" Dane counters. He's not wealthy, but his stuff is all paid for, and his patents cover most of his expenses. The stipend is enough for him to be generous. "If you still have that grilling touch, someone clued me onto some really high quality bison. Tastes like cow, but it is a lot leaner. People could bring dates, we could foster that old time feel." He snorts at Vision's joke. "It's funny." Dane says with a little laugh, "But also vaguely worrying. It's a thought that will fester." Dane leans back as he looks between his two teammates. "Everybody okay?" He believes them if they say it. He's not that perceptive. Vision's solution to Dane's problem has made an immediate improvement on the knight's mood.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Clint can't help but smile at Vision's jokes, though he looks to Dane to remark "Scary how good he's getting isn't it?" he asks. Though those last remarks of Vision's have him turning and giving the synthezoid a pair of narrowed eyes. "Watching you, Viz," he says.

     The idea of an Avengers grill night gets a nod. "Yeah, that's a really good idea," he says his gears turning. "I'm totally game to work the grill, whatever people want to cook, heard good things about bison," he rubs his hands together just thinking on it. He's a second answering the other question. "Hm? Okay? Yeah, I guess. Invasion was a bit rough, and I'm stretched pretty thin between SHIELD and the Avengers, but, I'm survivin'. How about you guys?"

Vision has posed:
Vision nods slightly to Dane. "All is fine, Dane Whitman. I was just attempting to further my experience with humour and Clint Barton has been a very good mentor.. at least I believe he has been. Thus he is the perfect target. Though some facets of humor still elude me." he says, then stares right back at Bart. "And the Vision is watching you... It is all on the name." he says.. then makes a strange sound...

Is.. is he chuckling? It's not creepy, like one would except, but it is different since.. it is new.

"I cannot speak for Dane Whitman, Clint Barton, but I have have been.. fine. I was able to spend a year and a half exploring the world. Attempting to be part of it. It was most education. Exasperating, sometimes, and even frustrating.. but still enjoyable."

Black Knight has posed:
    "Well, I don't answer to Eobar anymore." he came back from that last stint pretty damaged in the head. A year did him some good too. "So I am well." Dane says after thinking about it a little. "Saw a little of the world without trying to kill people while doing it. It was... nice." Dane makes a slight face. "Post invasion, well, been busy with this project and attempting to liaise a little with Alpha Flight."
    "as to the humor, careful now. The student might surpass the master." Dane teases them both. He pushes a hand through his hair. "How is the SHIELD gig?" Dane asks. "I almost went to them to do science for them, but... I like kicking people's teeth in too much."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "I must be doing something right," Clint says of his mentoring of Vision when it comes to humour. "Dane's not too far wrong, so hey, cool it, if I'm not the guy cracking all the jokes, what am I going to do on the team?" he asks with a chuckle of his own before he takes a sip of his coffee. "Sounds like the world to me," Clint opines of Vision's travels. "Glad you got to live in it for awhile."

     Dane's question makes Clint think a moment or two before answering. "It's shady sometimes, awesome others and at the end of the day you can't talk about either. Still, I like the people and the organization as a whole has their hearts in the right place." Their methods though... "I'm in their teeth kicking department, so I don't have that problem. All day long, it's foot-dentistry."

Vision has posed:
"If you are not cracking the jokes, then you are unerringly taking down targets.. A talent for which you are unsurpassed." he tells cling, honestly. "And I am glad, as well, that I was able to experience it. Sadly, the invasion made it more difficult for me to live.. unseen.. among the populace. So I have put my learning experience on hold for the time being." he says, with a bit of dissapointment.

HE doesn't look very... enamoured.. about the idea of SHIELD in any sense. "I am glad you have found gainful employment with SHIELD, though you will forgive me if I do not share your enthusiasm about the organization. I still recieve a least a half dozen pings on my systems daily from them, though they believe I do not know this." he says, then looks at Dane. "You would do better to do science in a more public venue than for SHIELD."