Close the City and tell the people

[liverletdie]

Who: Tony Stark, a skrull body, and YOU! (This is also a mingling type of thing if you wish!)
Where: Avengers Mansion: the basement lab
When: Sunday through idk, whenever?
Warnings: Some sciencings! A dead body! There may be more autopsy-esque things in here!
Summary: Tony got ahold of the Skrull's body. This is all for education!! Also to look at everyone who comes because he monitors everyone :(
Format: Para to start, tag yourself in as you like!


809 Fifth Street. The mansion with the large A on the gates was something of a dead giveaway. They weren't open, but at a new arrival, it was likely they would. The yard itself was silent. The path to the mansion proper was blocked off with a rather familiar suit that looked a lot like Iron Man who would stand there, and point the way to the exterior basement entrance. Once in, a lot of the side projects and other tables have been cleared, and there's essentially just a Skrull's body. Tony's nearby in slacks and a button up, looking over that something that looks like an iPad (but it totally isn't!!!) his fingers tapping against it gently as he moved around the body.

There were cameras above, watching, listening in. He might be focused on the tablet for the moment, but he was pacing, waiting to educate. With the information about the Skrulls compared to what he'd known he'd been doing, he knew that hadn't worked. It had not worked. Futile. He'd thought keeping it secret had kept down the paranoia, would cause fewer problems. It hadn't. Who had been the one who suggested that? Jessica Drew. He was going to try something different, and maybe-- Maybe with all the different superhumans, different powers, things may have a better chance?

So he was going to at least try, and give some of the people a look at it up close if they wished. See who was interested, and who wasn't. And who could help out with any information he gave out. Not that he would give out all of it to anybody, paranoia only stretched so far. Things like Skrull biology, skrull society, he could share that, though. It wasn't exactly common knowledge, but common enough with the superhuman community.

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[incywincyhero]

[Knowing his way already, it doesn't take long at all for Spidey to make his way to the mansion from his apartment, especially when he has every reason not to dawdle. He knocks his fist against the doorjamb.]

Hey, Tony.

[He bounds his way in and stops in front of the table, looking over the body with a shake of his head. It's not as unfamiliar a sight as he wants it to be.]

I guess it was too much to hope that I'd never see a body like this again, eh?

[liverletdie]

[ Tony looks up, his lips forming down into a solid frown, eyes watching, cameras turning to focus on him. ]

Peter. You know how Skrulls are, they love doing the same thing every time with little variation.

[ He looks back at the body. ] I hope you don't need a primer.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock wasted no time in getting there, managing to avoid John on his way out. Walking was still a small issue for him, and he wasn't about to dose himself with painkillers when he needed his mind at one hundred percent capacity.

His arm was lashed tightly to his side - the only outward sign of trauma. A stony countenance would hide the rest.

When he stepped into the room, his eyes fell to the skrull body first. A near constant stream of notes was flickering beside him, but spending a couple weeks in bed had given him a lot of time to work on his thought encryption, and to anyone else the notes would simply look like a mess of disconnected symbols. They flickered by so fast it would be hard to tell what they were anyway.

He barely registered Tony as he stepped up to the slab.

[liverletdie]

The flickers were interesting, light floating around the new arrival's head. Cameras instantly swerved to focus on him, impressions in the air to be looked at later. Much later, hopefully, but he'd think about doing more. He focused for only a moment longer, before setting down the tablet computer on the table. The screen continued to flash with more data and information while it was on the table, and Tony turned to make an approach, hand outstretched.

"Welcome to Avengers Mansion. I hope you're here to see the Skrull, and not steal any information about my secret projects."

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe made his way there later toward evening, as he had suggested. He had been by here before, but not in the mansion. He was armed and armored as usual, if only because it was a default state for him and casual dress was actually more effort for him. At least he wouldn't be barred from the visit for it.

He came looking for information; despite past misgivings about Stark, he knew this man could give him what he wanted.

[liverletdie]

The suit pointed him for the basement lab, and Tony was waiting, still pacing around the body. Whether he'd eaten or not was anybody's guess, but the cameras looked straight toward the new figure, and he looked up after several moments, gesturing to the body on the table absently. "Take a look, if you want to. If you have questions, I'm happy to answer them."

[solar_absorber]

For Apollo it was more curiosity that lead him to the Avenger Mansion then anything. He wasn't that big on biology outside the basics and science was never really his thing. But if it was true that they had an invasion on there hands then it might be a good idea to at least see up close what he'd be up against.

When he entered the basement lab he took a moment to glance around before walking right up to the slab. He studied the body silently before glancing over in Tony's direction. "Do they have any universal weaknesses? Something that would take down any of their kind if exploited?"

[liverletdie]

He looked up at the figure, noticing as soon as he walked in. He flashed a smile, but looked back at the body with a frown, his hand rising to his lips.

"That depends on if we're talking about your run of the mill shock-troop, or super-skrulls. At their core, they can be just as weak, or just as vulnerable as a human soldier. The problems come in when they're given powers. Then it can vary depending on the power, like with most superhumans."

[couldbeavoided]

Bob flew right over, arriving at the Mansion in seconds in a bright streak of golden light. He had a bad feeling -- like they all did, of course, but it was an ominous weight on his chest that prickled him and made him anxious.

It's dead, he reminded himself.

"Tony? I'm here," he said, letting himself in and glancing around the room. "Where do you want me?"

[liverletdie]

He looked up, and nodded near the door. "I think somewhere near the entrance should be fine, you move fast enough to get anywhere in the room anyway," he said, a smile on his lips, but it was more than strained.

They were definitely all feeling it. The thought of skrulls, (Skrulls!) here in the City was enough to make the faraway memory of what he'd been dealing with, his own problem of who to trust, and who not to trust to return in full force. Everyone's memories were coming back, he was sure.

The worst problem was how to approach this. Who to trust, who not to trust? What information to present, what not to present?

[smallblackmage]

Vivi arrived right on sunset and kncoked politely on the laboratory door. He was somewhat hesitant, but he told himself that this was something he probably needed to see. Knowing what the enemy was like was always a good thing.

"Excuse me... Mr. Stark?" Vivi called before entering and spotting the corpse on the table. It wasn't his first time around a dead body - not by a long shot - but he still flinched at the sight of it.

[liverletdie]

Tony looked over, eyes following the motion of his cameras as he regarded the small boy. A kid, dammit. He never knew how to handle kids in this situation. He really didn't know what to do when it came to kids. How much to tell them, how much to leave out?

Sure, the kids in the city were a bit heartier, but... Well, he'd always left better people to deal with them. It said a lot about what he thought meant better with kids when he put Gyrich in charge of a group of them.

"Hi," he answered awkwardly, stepping around the table to block some of the body.

[gofortheoptics]

She'd been hesitant to show up for the ... viewing, or whatever this was supposed to be. Autopsy on a dead subject was something she'd never been completely comfortable with, even when it came to the geth -- if her father's experimentation was any indication, you could never be sure who was going to do something suspect with an apparently dead body.

"Mr. Stark," Tali nodded in greeting, tugging absently at the edge of her headwrap. She felt somehow less secure in her human form with these Skrull about, even if she knew it was silly -- her omni-tool would be more accessible this way, anyway, and she wanted to record as much information as possible. She'd told Tony about the suit, about her alien physiology - as his employee, she thought she owed him full disclosure. Still, she didn't show up to work in the enviro-suit often.

"It goes without saying that I'll try to help in any way I can. Biology isn't my -- forte, but I have a passable knowledge of the species from my world. No shapeshifters, though." Maybe there were -- parallels.

She glanced around the room -- noted who else was here, and looked for any familiar faces. Ghost in particular was someone she wanted to see, if only because she wanted to make sure he was doing all right after his run-in with this particular Skrull.

[liverletdie]

Tony looked up at his employee, she'd told him, but it was always...odd. Not in a bad way, Quarian, she'd told him. It was always interesting, but he'd always been more of a tech guy than a biology guy. He looked her up and down, and then back over to the body. "Tali," he greeted with a slow nod. He let a small, wan smile cross his lips.

"Don't worry, we're sadly lacking on many biologists in the City. A few, but we'd need a crack team to discover more than what I already do know," and he tapped the side of his chin in thought. "I've got a good foundation for these guys. They're a definite threat where I come from," he shifted his look from the body, to her. "How much have you been told about them?"

open?

[invisibly]

[Susan arrives at the mansion, cautiously taking in her surroundings and gingerly making her way into what she presumes is Iron Man's lab. It's obvious she's impressed by the layout; even though she's spent her fair share of time in a laboratory setting it's still breathtaking to be surrounded by such beautiful precision instruments of science. And also by the Skrull. She's never seen anything like that before.]

[liverletdie]

[ Tony is quick to intercept, congenial smile on his face, playing off the danger for the moment. ]

Susan, glad you could come. Did you have skrulls in your world?

[wrong_sometimes]

[It was pretty late in the evening when Cassie showed up, in a jacket and hoodie with the hood up to conceal her face as much as possible. She was trying to be the epitome of keeping a low profile right now, but this was something she couldn't pass up. She needed to see it.

Still, she really didn't want to so she hovered outside, trying to work herself up to it.]

[liverletdie]

[ Tony was inside, working away at the body, or educating who didn't know what it was about the skrulls, but he was very good at multitasking, and the suit that had been waiting out there approached the girl waiting outside. Suspicious, it said. He was trying not to panic, but Tony Stark was having trouble keeping the paranoia completely out. ]

The skrull is inside, ma'am.

[mocks]

Bobbi wasn't sure she even wanted to see that thing. She'd spent three years surrounded by them, what good would seeing another disgusting green corpse do? She was paranoid enough as it was, especially after the tests with Carol had gone less smoothly than they'd hoped. Bobbi wasn't sure who she could even trust anymore, if anyone at all. It was like backsliding into an old, unhealthy way of thinking. Like defaulting to basic survival mode. She really, really hated it.

But part of her did want to see it. She wanted to look at it, stand over it, confirm with her own eyes that this world was rid of at least one Skrull.

She approached the lab in silence, staring at the body from the safety of the doorway for a minute or two before feeling secure enough to enter without further hesitation. Ignoring anyone else who might be present in the lab, she walked to the autopsy table, looming over the corpse with nothing less than a sneer on her face.

"Good."

[liverletdie]

"You okay?" Tony asked, stepping up from the side. He didn't know much about what had happened, he didn't like to pry. He'd gleaned some, but her attitude, she was extremely glad one was dead.

He'd rarely seen Bobbi like this. It made his stomach turn.

"I have to agree, at least we've found one, and taken it out of the picture."

[hacktivist]

[he showed up prompt, quiet. Typically undernourished and completely failing to care for himself in any way. His mind on numerous new problems and permutations.]

Afternoon, Anthony.

[gofortheoptics]

[Once Ghost is settled in, Tali sidles over to him and offers a three-fingered wave.]

I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you.

[She lets her omni-tool drop down from her forearm and glances over to him.]

How are you doing? All things considered.

[daft_old_man]

It was sometime before he could make the trip to see this Skrull. There were very few alien species he didn't know about, but this dimension was a funny one and it seemed the Porter had quite the sense of humor when thinking up a bit of chaos for the Imports to handle. Too bad he didn't find danger to his friends funny.

His approach to the lab wasn't quiet, but he still managed not to draw too much attention until he stepped inside the room.

"Knock, knock. Did someone call for a Doctor?"

[liverletdie]

Tony looks up at the exclamation, a little cliched, but he grinned all the same.

"Well, I don't know if I asked specifically for one, but I'm sure a doctor wouldn't go amiss in here right now. Tony Stark," he said it all as he rounded the table, approaching with an outstretched hand. Clean. Every time he'd touched the body, he'd been absolutely sure to wear gloves.

[out_of_time]

Jack had already shifted himself into high alert mode, running through old habits and tricks he had learned dealing with far too many betrayal scenarios in the past. But back then, the question was who had been bought or threatened or convinced into turning sides. Right now, the threat was both more direct and more subtle.

One of the habits was limiting vulnerable information, like his whereabouts. Jack knew that in his position, he was a possible target for being replaced. That's why he was showing up unannounced without responding to Stark's posts. He'd also restricted the knowledge of where he was going before leaving the police station- but not too much. Questions about where Captain Bauer was disappearing to on his own could be as dangerous as telling everyone what he was doing and where.

When Jack entered, he made a beeline for the table, aiming more for Stark than the body. Alien or not, a corpse was a corpse in his experience. He didn't have the expertise to get real data out of this thing. Stark did.

"Mister Stark," he said. "It's been a while."

[liverletdie]

Jack Bauer. The last time they'd spoke, it had been under questioning. He remembered quite well, and while his smile wasn't frosty, it was wan, and he outstretched a hand, a grim, tight smile crossing his face.

"Mr. Bauer," he greeted. "It has been a bit too long, hasn't it?" he asked. He may be the man with the data, but that didn't mean he wasn't above schmoozing. An alien invasion rarely stopped Tony Stark from trying to cover several angles at once.

[futurebatwoman]

She'd waited a while, hoping to skip the first wave of visitors. It wasn't like she was a biologist or anyone that could get something terribly useful out of the corpse, but she wanted a good look at it for future recognition purposes, and she wanted to ask a few questions of this guy who apparently knew all about these Skrulls.

So she showed up, suited up as Batwoman, at what was approaching a late hour at night, and quietly went through the gates and to the basement entrance she was directed to, casting one scrutinizing look at the robot guiding her there.

Once in, she waited by the door, looking over at the Skrull body but waiting for permission to get closer. It was best to be at least somewhat polite and hold back in someone else's house, and this whole situation had lit some extreme paranoia fires.

[liverletdie]

The sad thing about being connected to everything was how it changed your perceptions of different things, like the way people entered, the times. He recorded them, along with noticeable features, a way to know who had shown up, costumed or otherwise, as long as he had some kind of identity to attach it to. This one was a Bat, one of them. There were so many here, weren't there?

"Come on in and look, if you'd like. I'll ask you to avoid touching, for the most part, but if you want to get closer, you're more than welcome."

[pilfered]

[ when mr. eames makes his appearance, it's late and he's not wearing his own face. his trademark forge is the one that comes to peer at the body on the slab.

unsightly. but eames has seen worse. ]

Are you performing an autopsy?

[liverletdie]

[ He looks over, an eyebrow lifting in a very Tony Stark fashion, and then he looks back down to the body. ]

Essentially, yes. We're trying to examine the body, and get some clues as to the biological makeup. [ And by that, he meant differences, but you know. ]

sunday, after midnight {open}

[professorlionface]

[Hank came in straight from his apartment, once he caught his bearings. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately, anyway, so what's one more all-nighter?

He pulls on a labcoat as he enters the room then digs out a box of the special gloves they keep in his size. Striding up to the body, he lays his hands on the table and frowns.]

What do we have so far?

[incywincyhero]

[Peter felt a little silly agreeing to meet Hank at the labs a mere patrol's length after his last visit, but he thought Hank deserved a warmer welcome back to the City than an autopsy. Or, since Hank himself seemed determined to visit here immediately, warmer than just an autopsy. Besides, he may have gotten the Cliff Notes from Tony, but he wasn't going to pass up the chance to get more in depth info from a super-scientist who actually specialized in biology.

To those ends, when he makes his way back into the room -- in his civvies, this time, spider-suit and the coat Nathan gave him packed away in his backpack -- he's carrying two boxes of cheese pizza in a foil warming bag, and a styrofoam tray of coffee. The pizza he leaves a couple of benches over, but the tray he brings right over.]

This isn't really the welcome back party I'd have planned for you, Doc, but welcome back.

[open]

[batmantled]

[ Ultimately the risk of being run through a retinal scan in costume is more than a little cowed by the chance to see this thing first hand. However much they're passing on, whatever they're willing to let fall into the hands of strangers... it'll tell him something, either way. About these things. About these people.

Once he's in the room it seems polite to maintain a little space between himself and the body. ]

Mr. Stark?

[gofortheoptics]

[Tali -- isn't staring, exactly, but she's definitely curious about the man with the cowl. He just seems a bit ... made-up for a place like this.

She doesn't say anything while Tony's speaking, but she does approach the man once he seems to have some time.]

Come here from work?

[...Never open with a joke, Tali.]

Rox + Megs; tag one or both, jus let us know.

[pluckyreporter]

[She came for the package, and Megamind came for the science. Still, they made a fairly odd couple; she in her professional dress -- him in costume.]

Never been in here before. I feel strangely remiss in my nosiness.

[notpredictable]

[Always in costume.]

Tsk, Miss Ritchi -- have you been slacking?

[Smirk.]

[monopolyonsnark]

[ Negotiator eyed the cameras through the corner of his eyes. It was of utmost importance that his disguise should not slip, that his concentration should be kept. He was much more comfortable with his powers now, beginning to recognize the similarity to Reach tech, but - a broken disguise was a broken disguise.

And now was the worst time to be caught being an alien in secret.

Khepri Romero worked for the mayor's office. The more information he had on things that would affect the city, the better. He had his story, his reason for being here. Now he just needed to examine the body. ]