[IC] Tony Stark Academy

[Forsythe]

Turning around searching for the voice, Jane spotted another student in a wheelchair. That was one person she'd probably remember without her gift. "It talks, too? Please don't turn that on, although if you could help that would be wonderful." she sighed, handing the watch over. Whatever happened to good old push buttons? "I hope there are still knobs on the doors, or is that controlled by that thing as well?" she complained, meanwhile searching for a map on the terminal. Even without the watch, she found it and instantly memorized it. "How long are you attending already?" she asked the stranger that was trying to help her, having not much else to do. "Oh, and the name's Jane."

[Experiment 249]

Looking down at the watch he was just handed, Bo looked at the guy who gaave it to him. "Hey, last time I wore a watch like this I almost got killed" He held it up to the light as it slowly booted up and started to do what a watch does best. Tell time. It was time to get going to his room and get one of those sweet shirts. "Name's Bo, nice meeting you, Todd." He said as he started hitting random buttons on the watch making noises and pictures appear. "I better go get one of those shirts, I'll, uh, see you around, K?"
And with that, he disappeared into the crowd, well, not disappeared, he was easy to see considering everyone wore MUCH nicer clothes than he did, but nevertheless he was in there. He waved through once again, only bumping into one or two people that he had cut in line earlier. He finally escaped the crowd that had seemed to be hogging all the breathable air in the area and started panting. He walked out a bit and then sat against a wall and had lit a cig before continuing on his way. He didn't know who's cig it was, someone in the crowd was getting one out and he just bummed it off of him. He took a drag and continued toward his dorm, still fiddling with the watch.
"Hello, Bo. What is my name?" It said. He was freaked out and dropped the cig onto the ground, but he tried to catch it with his lips and ended up burning his chin. "Hello? Bo? Are you still there? What is my name?" It asked again. Bo spammed more buttons to get it to turn off, and ran to his dorm. He would mess with it there and hopefully get another cig.

[Gisk]

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[GrandDM2]

OOC

Let the fight begin...

Jack was also in the workshop, two benches along from Bruce. His armour was standing next to the bench, but on it was what appeared to be a robot. The silvery chassis was nearly complete, although some of the insides were still being tinkered with. It was female in form - that was pretty obvious - but it didn't appear to have a face. Or at least, not until Jack reached into a bag next to him and brought out something folded, which turned out to be a synthetic skin that he laid next to the robot, comparing the sizes. He put it away again with a nod, then dived back into the insides of the bot. As he worked, an excited female voice emanated from the watch that lay on the bench next to the robot's head.

"Hey, get on with the work and stop gawping at the skin! You finally get around to a new personality for me, and then you prefer to look at a fake rather than talk to the real thing!"

"Oh, shut up. I just needed to make sure it fitted."

"Sure, sure... I believe you! Just make sure it fits the plans I drew for you!"

"You mean the appearance you sketched and told me it had to look like? We both know it was me who planned the inside from scratch, and then I had to make all sorts of last-minute modifications because, firstly, you turned out female, and then you told me you wanted completely different proportions to what I'd already built. Do you know how difficult that was?"

"Of course I do! I was just teasing."

Grinning, Jack shook his head. As he worked, a small part suddenly pinged out and went flying at Bruce.

[knighthawk]

Apparently they hadn't seen him, oh well. He lead his evenings entertainment to the great holo-projector where she was given her watch and passed off to a female who was here last year to help her get acclimated. He himself had no watch, or at least not like the others, he had his arm upgraded with a jarvis interface that let him communicate through the up-link to his cybernetic systems. All the same some people got a show as his hand clamped onto the port and uploaded the newest data.

~Shalom aleichem, David~
~Aleichem Shalom, Rabbi~

Normally having an AI jacked int your head is the start of a bad movie, but this was part of a controlled experiment to improve AI responses by observing all forms of interaction on such an infinitesimal scale. It could read his every action or reaction each nanosecond to file, compile, and compute behavioral studies to improve automated response for any other programs that could use such data. It also served as a moral compas for him when he needed it, hence his naming the AI Rabbi.

[Experiment 249]

After configuring his watch to now speak in a more... mature, tone, Bo threw a shirt on with that special glowing disk and checked his watch. "Oh bo, honey, time for you're first class. I put it on the gps just for you." The voice said seductively. He was walking toward the red dot on the watch when he diecided to look up. Not two steps away from when the voice looked, he could see some eyes looking at him, they looked older, so they knew he was new. He heard the giggles and the talk and quickly quickened his pace as he reset the watch for about the fifth time, making the dot disappear.
"Freaking knew I shouldn't have gone with the porn star voice... why do they even have tha-" He cut himself off. He forgot who made the watches. Of course Mr. Stark would put a seductive setting in it. It was Jarvis after all. He fiddled with it more, until he got a new voice, a pleasant one. It had a deep tone to it and sounded very proper. It was Bo's opposite in almost all ways. "Bo, sir, the class is this way. You may want to quicken thy pace." It said. Bo did as was told.
A building was ahead, it probably said something but Bo didn't read it. He just walked through the sliding doors and into the classroom that Claude had sent him to, and took a seat. He didn't even notice the teacher was the guy who told him where to find his shirt. He figured that dude was just some regular old dude. "Sir, you have arrived. Early, as planned. You are welcome."
"Early? EARLY! You said I was LATE! I'll strangle you!" Bo grabbed his wrist and started violently shking his hand below the watch.

[Gisk]

The pad directed him, he had his first class, TSA 101, very shortly, but there was time to head to his Dorm and dump his backpack of clothes and at least find out where it was. He found that his room was near the top of the building, which was mildly irritating, but by jogging up and down the stairs he got back on track to reach the class on time. Bruce dumped his backpack unceremoniously on the bed, and found a watch lying on the desk in the room. He stripped off his Seiko and switched it out for the Stark Special. After a thought he also left the pad on the desk, hoping he wouldn't need it, and hit the stairs at a jog once more.

He had a bit of leisure when he walked out the door and walked at a more normal pace to the fountain in the middle of the grounds, where his schedule told him he should meet. A strange place for a class, but apparently where he was supposed to be. He was a few minutes early, and there was only one other person, presumably another student waiting. Or maybe just someone loitering.

"Hey," Bruce called out to him, "Is TSA 101 supposed to meet here?"

[Jones Sparrow]

Todd was lost in thought. It was usually thinking about the Academy, or his mother and sisters. He didn't get to see them this break. It was for the best he figured. His stress scared them... his flashbacks scared him too. But he pushed those thoughts aside as he heard other students laugh as they walked by, one told a joke clearly. He then snapped out of the thought as he heard someone ask him if this was TSA 101. He stood up, brushing the muffin crumbs off his shirt. "Yeah! This is TSA 101." He said with a smile. "Todd Reynolds. I'll be your.. teacher i guess." He said with a laugh. "We're just waiting up for the others to show...What's your skill?" He asked him. Everyone who was here had something that made them special to be here.

[Experiment 249]

"Not being noticed." Bo said from the back of the room. He had gotten there first but the teacher said nothing to him. He hadn't looked up as the other student asked if it were TSA 101. It may or may not have been directed at him. He stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Oh, and not slowing down. I don't do that too well." He butted into the conversation that hadn't started yet. He did his best to not slouch for once but years of it put his neck at an angle that made him always slouch, good thing he wasn't one for professionalism. He turned to the other boy who had just arrived. He too had a uniform on. His fit better and he filled it out unlike Bo, who's arms seemed to be nonexistent under the sleeves, and the bagginess of his pants didn't make him look any bigger. "And you, big man?" he said.

[RumikoOhara]

Doctor Baker walks into the shop and looks around herself at the suits as they are finalized for use. The few technicians that were present practically came to attention as she passed among them. Soon there wouldn't need to be any techs at all as the new automated systems took over all the duties.
Penny stopped before her own suit and smiled as she thought of the power it held and it's latent potential. Iron Maiden was her project and her suit. She thought of her as a work of art that merely needed a bit of definition before she was perfected..
Penny knew that some people thought it was strange that she often referred her suit as if it ere a living person but she didn't care or give it a second thought.

[Gisk]

"Big?" Bruce laughed, offering his hand to shake, "I'm a racer, mechanic too. Bruce Bailey, Stark pulled me right out of the pit. We'll see how I do in one of his suits after years bent over handlebars."

He looked around the square. So far it was still just the three of them. But then, how many people did Tony Stark trust to fly his fancy armors? "Say, how many are we waiting on? Do you have a roll call?"