13418/It's sunny outside of the basement

It's sunny outside of the basement
Date of Scene:	22 November 2022
Location:	Athletics: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Wynonna Earp meets Tony in the Triskelion as he upgrades a training room.
Cast of Characters:	Tony Stark, Wynonna Earp

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Tony Stark has posed:
There is an obnoxiously obvious and strange procession in the center of the athletic structure. Even agents that are used to just keeping Official Business blinders on are looking at this.

It's a series of drones carrying some metal boxes of equipment, on an interesting high-tech long hovering metal carrier. Perhaps the stoic could ignore some weird tech, but the other main part of this menagerie is that Tony Stark is at the front of it, with a frustrated SHIELD assistant -- maybe more of a glorified babysitter for the tech monster that's now loose in the Triskelion.

"So, I didn't have access... but I do now, so that's fine," Stark is chattering to the assistant while he walks ahead of the procession, looking at a palm device. There are three drones in addition to the hover-carrier (which is actually a drone itself, but it's hard to call a floating table a 'drone' when compared to the curious little bots the others are).

"Hi," Tony quips pleasantly to an agent that is in their path and managing not to fanboy on the situation. It's hard to have a prepared reaction to having this particular Avenger up close; Tony can be a bit of a force of nature at times.

But then, one of the drones drops one of the little parcels. It squeaks, and tries to grab it, only to lose another from the stack! The robot looks plaintively around for help, falling behind!

Wynonna Earp has posed:
This place is not what Wynonna wanted to deal with when she was politely 'asked' to sign up with WAND. She's already grown a bit used to the musty basements and weirdos of WAND, and this is all...big and shiny and people are uniforms. Vomit. The brunette stands out in her tight jeans, boots and AC/DC shirt under a leather jacket, for sure. The old Peacemaker that's holstered at her hip only adds to the unique look she presents among all the techies and cloned-looking agents. Not really clones, but in her opinion they might as well be!

The woman blinks at the procession and smirks a bit to herself before those parcels drop. She struggles internally for a moment before she makes her way over, stooping to help gather the things up. "Hey, hey, I gotcha," she offers. She helps load the things back on before she peeks around the procession towards the front. "That was Tony Stark up front, right? Huh. I always thought he'd be taller."

Tony Stark has posed:
"Boooooop," the drone says as Wynonna helps, as if it were embarrassed, but appreciative. Wynonna gathers all the items... and the top one on the drone falls. Again.

Tony's multitasking does include awareness of the back of the group, and he delays his assistant with one finger, turning to move half down the carrier to check. Tony looks at Wynonna, clearly sizes her instantly ant takes in the AC/DC shirt. "Hey, High Voltage; thanks for the hand. Mind bringing it along?" Tony asks brightly, applying the 'High Voltage' song title moniker to Wynonna, quite clearly.

The little drone sings a few robotic notes at Wynonna in relief and welcome! She can be one of the crew, the drone clearly is cheerful about it, falling in behind Wynonna expectantly.

Wynonna Earp has posed:
She sighs and collects the re-fallen item, setting back into place. She hesitates and then sighs as she's called out to by Tony, and she nods. She turns to follow along, the brunette soon keeping pace with the man. She tries to nudge the package in question into his arms, jostling whatever paperwork or tablet he has.

"Earp," she replies. "I'm Wynonna Earp."

Tony Stark has posed:
"Look out, you're going to drop that," Tony says smoothly as she attempts to nudge it into his possession - directly proving he is either extremely aware she's trying to hand it to him and is teasing her, or is really //unaware// and thinks shes' going to drop it.

Seeing as it's Tony Stark, though? Money on the first option. "Earp, huh. Not a fan of 'High Voltage'? More appreciative of their later work?" Tony asks conversationally, slipping the device away into one of his coat pockets. He has a suit on, but it's over a very dark, maroon tee. No band name today; he sacrificed that for SHIELD's benefit.

"I was considering 'Rosie' as a nickname but considering the lyrics --- the objective wasn't to insult you," Tony's a chatterbox, all of it is rapid-fire as they travel. The assistant just looks across at Earp with a sort of 'I don't know, I have no control over this situation at ALL' hopeless stare.

"Nice that you have everything labeled clearly. Every hallway looks identical in here. But, question. Is it actually efficient if everyone feels like a numb worker bee clone?" Tony's still talking, but found the signage for the Survival Training zone.

Wynonna Earp has posed:
"It's all a bit of a mixed bag," she admits as she walks along with him, grumbling as she takes the package back. She turns and shoves it into the clutches of one of the other drones, not wanting to carry it. "Some good songs, some crap ones, like any band. The shirt just looks hot on me," she replies with a smirk. Its the kind of expression that looks totally at home on her.

She follows along as she seems to have been sucked into the man's orbit. "I didn't take it as an insult. Trust me, I'd be visiting HR right now if I did." She hesitates. "...Not cause I'd snitch. But cause I'd do something inappropriate? Eh, you know what I mean. So...what is all this stuff?"

Tony Stark has posed:
The assistant is wearing a 'oh please not HR' stare across at Earp meaningfully during that. "Not here to gatekeep a band. Like what you will," Tony says, with an indifferent ease. He's able to pivot immediately off of the band item: he'd only focused on it since it was something to quickly get rapport!

"Yes, take care with the inappropriateness. We're in the //Triskelion//," Tony deadpans, as if he were saying they were in church, which may or may not be a positive inference..... Fortunately, Earp's interest in the boxes prevents more chat in that direction.

"Some great challenges for the survival course. A mix of hologram and physical response for the training... Long story short, essentially a Nick Fury favor, wherein you all benefit by being subjected to a broader range of situations, pulled from the Avenger library of interplanetary and mystical nonsense," Tony smiles, with a slight flare of eyes and smile.

"So you can practice shooting at zombie alien plants, or whatever." Simple.

Wynonna Earp has posed:
"That was just the one time," she replies about the zombie alien plants. "Normally it's just cultists and, like...demons and stuff. Oh, and undead cowboys. You'd be -amazed- how often those guys show up."

She chuckles at his deadpan about the Triskelion, and it urges her to glance about as they walk. "Sounds fancy. A lot nicer then hopscotching tires in an parking lot." She pauses and offers a lopsided grin. "...That was the training I made the labrats do last week. I rewarded them with shots, though, so it's all good. We're really kicking butt and following protocol in Gotham..."

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony gives her a bemused, direct //stare// when she tells him what would amaze him. Not necessarily offended, but more that he's amused about her view of what would impress him. Hot take: not cowboy related.

"Undead cowboys: the mage's roaches?" Tony queries playfully. "I personally am tired of cultists. It's like someone specifically looked at my skill set, and decided 'nah, this is a challenge for Scarlet Witch,'" complains the Iron Man. "Fortunately, tech is still often super effective on cultists. I'm sure you've noticed." He took in her gun, of course. Tony's observant.

"Hopscotching tires? Nah, let's get you some teleport disks," Tony declares, scoffing at //tires//. "Unless you like the ugly workout of watching them set up the tires. Sort of like digging their own grave sadism."

They've reached the survival training area now, which is empty: scheduling knew of this upgrade and gave a good empty block of time to Stark. "Are you really going to let her carry that?" Tony asks the drone near Earp's elbow. It bustles to try to take the item from her. "Start construction." That's at the drones, which immediately start to fly around, check measurements, and get busy.

"Pop by later, I meant it about the disks. Just --- priorities," Tony says to Earp now, attention back into his drones and tech.