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[amelioraate]

[ The look on Tony's face as the feed clicks on is clearly unamused. Possibly even Unamused, capital and all. Why is he so irritated you might ask? Well, don't you worry about that, he is bound to let you know. As soon as he finishes sipping on his coffee in a more than obnoxious way. If you look close enough, and know Tony, you will be able to see a darkness beneath his eyes, the kind that comes with too much coffee and too many ideas and not enough hours in the day, so clearly he has to sacrifice some of the night for the Greater Good or some shit.

Whatever. That is why there is coffee.

Once the coffee has been consumed, Tony gets up from where he is sitting, and it becomes very obvious that he is in the kitchen on the floor, a kitchen you have all seen thanks to a Viking, but there is no sign of him now. However, there are signs of someone making a rather large breakfast here (if only you could smell it, seriously, Tony would kill to eat some of it okay) and not sharing.

This? This is why Tony is unamused.]

Really, you come in here, use the space and leave the dishes, while also not sharing?

[ Steve is gonna be annoyed. Not that he isn't usually in that state. The images shifts as Tony puts the phone down, and there is the sound of more coffee making its way into his cup while you get a lovely view of the ceiling. Look, no scorch marks. Yet.]

That's just rude, even for gods of chaos and mischief. And here I was going to make you a fancy partial AI for your phone. Ha.

[ Look, he doesn't know if it was Loki, but he assumes it is. Because if it was Steve or Bucky they would have shared, and he is pretty sure that Stephen only eats things that are still moving, and Billy-- well maybe him too. But for now, his ire is on Loki.]

Also, working on some ideas for the defence perimeter, some new weapons and targeting systems, if there is anyone that has any ideas, let me know. I mean, I've probably already thought of it, but still might be nice to bounce ideas around.

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[amelioraate]

[ Look, it isn't uncommon to have something, not your name as a username. That might not be your name at all okay. ]

Well, then Ellie of Earth 2034. Nice to meet you. Have you been given a job here at all? And if not, you got any experience in defence things?

[pundemic]

[She's been joking earlier about being Supreme Battle Commander Williams but as much as she'd love to fuck with this guy's head, she's not even sure she wants to engage in that sort of banter with this dude. She shrugs instead, the fabric of her coat rustles over the audio connection.]

It's the year. Not-- a designation, or whatever the hell. And why do you wanna know?

[amelioraate]

[ If you tell him that, he will call you that. He doesn't care if he knows it is fake, it would be entertaining and that is what matters to him right now.]

Whatever, until I figure out what Earth alternate you are from, that is its designation. And just wondering, looking for people to help with the reconstruction of the wall. Any good with computers or defense systems?

[pundemic]

[He is really fixated on that question, huh. Taking that loony old smart guy shtick to the next level. Ellie wrinkles up her nose.

Computers were kind of everywhere in 2013. She's seen plenty broken down old laptops and towers. But as for ones that still run in her time? Not so much. Medical equipment, if you're lucky and somewhere really fancy, with no generator downtime.

But if she admits she's never used one, that this stupid tablet thing is the closest she's come, then that's as good as waving a flag that says post-apocalyptic dystopia and she's not in the mood to have That Debate. Engage mode: surly teenager.]

I'm fifteen, dude. Don't they have like, child labour laws in your barbaric far-flung past?

[amelioraate]

[ It's not a shtick, it is actually him. Because he is four parts insane and one part genius obviously.

There is a huff of a laugh at that.]

Yeah, there were, but I was asking if you knew how to use them. I was on my second PhD at 15 building robots okay. Your age doesn't say shit about your ability.

[pundemic]

[The roll of her eyes is almost audible. Almost.]

Well if you're so smart, can't you just figure it out by yourself?

[amelioraate]

[ Nah, he hears it. He knows, it is like the reaction to him that he expects in all honesty.]

I have figured it out on my own, but I am also aware that there is a very slight possibility that someone out there from another universe will have another way of looking at the problem that will be better than the one I have come up with, so, here is me, being slightly less egotistical than usual, and asking for help. Or something. Input? Whatever.

[pundemic]

[That mollifies her at least a little. Knowing he's slightly capable of keeping his ego in check is better than nothing, at least.]

Welp, you're shit outta luck with me, pal. Just a regular girl. No engineering genius in sight. So carry on with your-- whatever.

[amelioraate]

[ Give him another few minutes, he will be able to piss you off again, honest.]

Not that I don't believe that, but okay. See you later, Ellie.

[pundemic]

[It's not hard, she's pretty irascible.]

Sure, sure. Have fun, guy.