12191/The Garage

The Garage
Date of Scene:	17 September 2020
Location:	Basement, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	There's definitely more to this particular hulking robot than showed up on the scanner.
Cast of Characters:	Blurr, Iron Man

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Blurr has posed:
    So, Blurr has been sitting in the basement garage of the Avengers Mansion for a few megacycles, assuming his chronometer wasn't malfunctioning or anything, waiting to see if someone would either help him or try to dismantle him.

    Megan had said she and presumably Shannon too, trusted these people. Although with the experience he has had, it was only natural to feel a bit paranoid. Who were they, anyway?

Iron Man has posed:
It's probably not the ideal time to be waiting on the World's Busiest Superheroes. What with the recent trip through the Universe, and the more recent mission to a Space Station, and the long-running attempt to quell the threat of the Technovore, they're getting pulled in a lot of directions.

But, inevitably, it's time to come home.

The first place that Tony goes upon arriving to the Avengers Mansion, even before in-house bar, is down to The Garage. After all, it's the only place that he can listen to AC/DC as loud as he wants without getting hexed by the Scarlet Witch.

Setting his bag down, he surveys the garage. Sure enough, everything is right where he left it.

Wait, wasn't that car in a different spot before?

Blurr has posed:
    It has been quiet down here, and if there's anything Blurr hates more than Decepticons, it's waiting.

    Well, okay. It's better than Lockdown coming storming in here. Or you know, Decepticons. Or both.

    Anyway, yes. That car was indeed in a different spot before. It was parked in a normal looking spot previously, but now, it seems to be sitting against the wall behind a truck and a Hummer parked perpendicularly to each other. There's definitely no way someone could have parked it like that without moving the other two vehicles, only to move them right back?

Iron Man has posed:
"Friggin' Hulk. I'm going to need to see a chiropractor, or have a smoothie."

Walking across The Garage, Tony gives the New Car a once-over on his way over to the Sound System. It's an old 80's model JBX that's been... improved somewhat. It looks as if nearly everything but the case has been replaced at some point, until it became a sci-fi monstrosity.

He flicks the switch, and the sounds of... is that Olivia Newton-John?

"I wanna get PHYSICAL! PHYSICAL!"

Blurr has posed:
    The Hulk probably wouldn't have been so neat about it, though. Anyway, as the music starts blasting, there would be another mechanical-sounding noise coming from that wall where the Hummer is, but given the volume of the music, Tony may or may not have heard it. However, if he looks over there again, the Car That Moved isn't there any more.

Iron Man has posed:
"Lemme hear your BAHDEH TALK! BAHDEH TALK!"

In Tony's defense, it's a catchy song, but he probably wouldn't be singing along to it if any of his Avengers homies were around to see it.

Loud as the music is, he still hears the mechanical grinding that accompanies the Robo-Car's vanishing act. And when he turns to look, his mouth is left open without finishing the next line of the song.

This would be a really handy time to have J.A.R.V.I.S. around to help him get to the bottom of this.

But J.A.R.V.I.S. is dead...

Blurr has posed:
    Yep, the car that was there only minutes ago is totally gone, as if it had never been. There are more noises from across the garage, though if Tony keeps the music blasting, it may be hard to hear them.

    Still, if he does hear them, it sounds like a bunch of clanging around, maybe a few things rolling around on the floor...

Iron Man has posed:
"Uh... hello?"

Lifting up his forearm in front of his face, Tony flicks at the Stark Watch on his wrist. The Scanner App is a must for situations like this, and the holographic display pops up in front of his fingers, letting him sort through menus and whatever else he's got encoded within.

"Er... ghost boy who lives inside the faux leather interior?"

Blurr has posed:
    The display comes up, showing a map of the room and everything in it. Lots of vehicles, and on the far side, one that appears to have been...disassembled.

    And right next to it is a large biped mechanoid crouched over the parts scattered across the floor.

Iron Man has posed:
"Okay, two things..."

Scanning the room, Tony gets the sort of information overload on his holographic display that he's grown disturbingly used to processing all at once. He's even picking up the serial numbers off of some of the scattered parts, and starting a rough estimate of just how expensive this whole thing already is.

Juding by the frown beneath his mustache, the numbers are already starting to get big.

"One: You'd better have a good reason for tearing up the very expensive things in the very expensive garage in my very expensive mansion."

"And Two: Please tell me you didn't do anything to the Duesenberg..."

Blurr has posed:
    Upon hearing Tony addressing him more directly, Blurr stands up--well as much as he can with the height of the ceiling anyway--and peers across the room at him. Oh no, he doesn't look happy.

    "Oh--uh, your friend said I could use them." he says somewhat sheepishly, carefully putting down a piece of an axle.

Iron Man has posed:
For a second, looking at the very large robot who's taking apart his Very Expensive Stuff, Tony looks extremely confused.

"My friend? Oh! You mean one of my EMPLOYEES! Well, ex-employees, because whoever told you that is about to be well and truly unemployed."

He continues to scan away with his omni-watch, until he is apparently satisfied by the amount of data that he's just speed read.

"Tough economy to be unemployed in, I hear. So I hope you said thank you, because your gratitude will probably be the only warmth that he or she will experience for the rest of their lives."

Blurr has posed:
    "...." Blurr stares at Tony, looking somewhat confused for a moment as if not quite sure what he just said.

    "Ohhhh, he was your employee? He didn't talk about you like that. He called you 'suit-man'. And 'shell-head'. Unless--that is how you refer to your employers here on Earth? By using literally-derived nicknames?"

    "Not sure which is the 'Duesenberg'. But I think I've disassembled and re-assembled at least seven of these vehicles by now."

Iron Man has posed:
"My god! SEVEN! But why?"

Temporarily moving on from the guy who is Definitely Going To Be Fired, Tony moves straight into the panicking about his poor collection. Sure, he can always buy new ones, but some of these cars hold Special Emotional Attachment for him.

"That's the muffler from the E-Type that I banged TWO different baroness' in! And you're just... it looks like you've just been playing with Legos made up of my memories!"

"You're not like... going to eat them, are you?"

Blurr has posed:
    "I-I was bored! The arrow guy made it sound like that's what they were for! He said you would buy new ones anyway!" he replies quite honestly, but now appearing quite unhappy that Tony is actually very upset about this. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. As you probably know I'm not exactly from around here..."

    "Eat them? Ew, no. What do I look like, an Insecticon?"

    "...what's 'Legos' anyway? And I hope you didn't hurt the female nobles. Unless they were trying to hurt you."

Iron Man has posed:
"Bah... it's fine, I guess. I can always bang another baroness."

Shrugging his shoulders, Tony turns off the watch's display, and then puts his hands into his pockets. Looking around, he surveys the carnage, but seems to be pretty much over it already.

"Looks like you could really use an update patch. I'll have to whip up something for you tonight. Maybe add some basic automotive knowledge... throw in some Human Idioms... maybe delete a few of your endearing quirks..."

He pulls a hand out of his pocket in order to scratch his chin thoughtfully, the lines of code already taking shape before his eyes.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr frowns at that. "What do you hit them with?" he asks, wondering if this is some strange Terran tradition. "Is it some kind of game?"

    But he appears even more indignant at Tony talking about editing his personality. He definitely hadn't signed up for -that-! "Uh -no-, you may have given me a little bit of fuel to survive off of for a few megacycles but I am -definitely- not letting you even make an -attempt- any mnemosurgery scrap! Besides, I don't even think you could do it if you -tried-." He smirks. "Frag, your little toys are like primary programming school. Not that I ever went. But you know what I mean."

    Suddenly, he gets to his feet and darts over, closing the distance between himself and the human at quite an alarming pace. For someone of that size, it may have been the last thing a human would have expected. He peers down at Tony, crouching as far as he can comfortably go. "So who are you people anyway? Mr. Arrows wouldn't tell me."

Iron Man has posed:
"Great... a touchy AI."

Tony's had quite a few problems with rogue AI the last few weeks, which is one of the main reasons that he has bags under his bloodshot eyes right now. But, no matter how tired he might be, he's always ready to engage when asked questions about his favorite subject.

"Come on, you don't know who the Avengers are? They're Earth's Mightiest Heroes, and I'm basically their god. Lowercase 'g', because I'm not conceited."

"Unlike Thor."

Blurr has posed:
    Oh, so this was some kind of religious thing, was it? Blurr hadn't really been paying much attention to Earth broadcasts to be honest, except the ones that might pertain to to him, that is.

    "So you're the leaders?" he asks, assuming if they're worshipped then people must obey them, too. "Figures." He usually does end up talking to leaders of planets.

    "Also I'm totally not an AI." he insists, looking offended. Even though he basically is, for all intents and purposes that concern Tony, anyway.

Iron Man has posed:
"Not so much the leaders as just... well... yeah, I guess technically being in the wealthiest one percent makes me one of the world's leaders. And I have more resources at my disposal than any one person should have so... sure. I accept your analogy."

It wasn't exactly an analogy, but Tony makes the best of it anyway.

"AI or not, you owe me like ten cars. There's a markup, because of my pain and suffering. And if you run into the Arrow Guy again, tell him that Tony Stark is going to dock his Avengers Allowance until the year 2099. I'm sure he'll have lots of fun taking the bus next time he wants to fight crime."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr listens intently what Tony is saying as he sort of lets his legs out from under him and sits down against the wall. "Oooh, one of those. I see what you mean."

    "Hey now, I didn't destroy them! They're still here--Iputthemallbacktogetherbasicallythesameway theywerebeforea-andIcanputthatonebacktogethertoo!" he says, pointing at whichever vehicle he had been playing with when Tony walked in and started listening to music. As he is speaking, he seems to be talking faster and faster until his words are literally running together.

    "OkayIwilltellhimthatbutIhaveaqu--" The rest of the sentence turns into what sounds like gibberish computer language to Tony, before the lights in his optics and on the rest of his body flicker and go out like a dead battery!

Iron Man has posed:
"Huh."

It's a fairly surprised reaction, and Tony's perpetually curious mind is already trying to figure out just how that particular trick is performed. Whatever it is, there's certainly more to this particular hulking robot than meets the eye.

Unfortunately, there's more to this particular hulking robot than showed up on the scanner, too.

"Did NOT see that coming. The last time I saw something like that, I had crushed up my percocets into my mojito."

Almost immediately, Tony begins looking around, as if expecting to see a pitcher of his eigth-favorite beverage already prepared for him. Alas, he finds no such pitcher, and must find his own drinks.

Sure would be nice to have a butler again.

"Probably isn't going anywhere, right? I can deal with this later. Tony needs to recharge, too."

And as he turns off the sound system, he heads toward the door to exit the garage and do exactly that.