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touchscreens2014-01-11 09:06 pm
ironyman) wrote in touchscreens2014-01-11 09:06 pm
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[Surprise, it's Tony! He's in his apartment, having hooked up devices of some kind to the network. Also he's wearing sunglasses. Yes, inside. Maybe that's to hide the lines under his eyes and overall weary, strained look, because after months of insomnia he's fraying at the edges.
Maybe it's just because he's Tony. The world may never know.]
Okay, so, granted, our benevolent huggytime captors are apparently goddamn psychopaths, since shadow demons and evil snowmen count as "no big deal" for the science department. Yeah. You got a lot of 'splainin' to do, Lucies. But come on, seriously, who really thought this was a good idea?
[he jerks his thumb behind him at two industrial robot arms in the background with chassis labeled U and DUM-E. The one labeled U spins its claw in apparent confusion, while DUM-E just makes a quizzical mechanized hum. Tony makes a disgusted face that is far too exaggerated to be sincere.]
Two most useless robots, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody want 'em? They're good for, ah... well, nothing. I dunno. Dummy's pretty good with a fire extinguisher. Aren't you, Dummy? [he glances back at the bot, which tilts its claw, then wiggles its arm up and down enthusiastically in its approximation of a nod. Tony turns back to the camera and shakes his head sadly.]
God, it's like having a kid that never grows out of the idiot phase.
[U, meanwhile, has rolled slowly out of view of the camera. Shortly after, there's a loud crash from elsewhere in the apartment. Tony jerks in surprise and bolts out of his chair.] You! I swear, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder, give you to that magic dragon kid, let him use you as a cape rack, wand holder, whatever the hell magic people use.
Maybe it's just because he's Tony. The world may never know.]
Okay, so, granted, our benevolent huggytime captors are apparently goddamn psychopaths, since shadow demons and evil snowmen count as "no big deal" for the science department. Yeah. You got a lot of 'splainin' to do, Lucies. But come on, seriously, who really thought this was a good idea?
[he jerks his thumb behind him at two industrial robot arms in the background with chassis labeled U and DUM-E. The one labeled U spins its claw in apparent confusion, while DUM-E just makes a quizzical mechanized hum. Tony makes a disgusted face that is far too exaggerated to be sincere.]
Two most useless robots, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody want 'em? They're good for, ah... well, nothing. I dunno. Dummy's pretty good with a fire extinguisher. Aren't you, Dummy? [he glances back at the bot, which tilts its claw, then wiggles its arm up and down enthusiastically in its approximation of a nod. Tony turns back to the camera and shakes his head sadly.]
God, it's like having a kid that never grows out of the idiot phase.
[U, meanwhile, has rolled slowly out of view of the camera. Shortly after, there's a loud crash from elsewhere in the apartment. Tony jerks in surprise and bolts out of his chair.] You! I swear, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder, give you to that magic dragon kid, let him use you as a cape rack, wand holder, whatever the hell magic people use.
[Video] (Can't have him getting a bigger head than he already has)
Sorry, uh, is... is a 10-year-old asking me on a date? [10... 16... same thing, really.]
Because, gotta say, not okay with that. One, I'm taken, and I actually do value my life. And two? I don't want to go to prison.
Also, side note. Can't really tell if you're a chick or a guy, and, ah, that kinda matters.
[What the hell is with all these kids trying to befriend him?]
[Video] (Yet it's such a fragile Ego...)
I-! ...
[Before sucking in a breath, and letting it out slowly. Come now, Naoto, you've dealt with worse. Besides, a -date-? How poor was he at being able to distinguish interest? ...Then again, perhaps how she worded that wasn't ideal...]
...Please do not flatter yourself anymore than you normally do. I am not romantically interested in men who are old enough to be my father.
[Having steadied herself, Naoto looked back up at Tony.]
If you must know, I'm 16 years old. I've been a detective since I was a pre-teen, and have 26 major cases under my belt. As for my gender...
[A soft sigh, and Naoto pulled off her hat.]
...It's not unusual for most to be uncertain of that; I disguised myself as a boy since I started working professionally. Sexism in Japan, especially with the Police Force, is worse than the States in many ways. I felt it was a necessity, though now it's more of a habit.
[As for why, Tony? Probably because you have the emotional development of a teen yourself.]
The invitation was more about not wanting to have this subject recorded on the Network. I'm sure you can appreciate that.