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Close the City and tell the people

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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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.

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?"

"Just that they're shapeshifters and that so far there's no real concrete way to figure out whether they're who they say they are. Ghost says we shouldn't be trusting anyone."

And given the situation, she can't say she blames him. They're -- friends, and she's just happy to see him working with Tony and the others. He shouldn't have to do everything alone. She nods, looking over to the body again herself. If only Mordin were here -- he was bound to have some insight that nobody here would be able to even see.

"And that they're dangerous, of course." That was plain enough to see, though.

"That's about right," he motioned her over to a small screen, inlaid in the table, and pointed to the detailed cell in front of him. "This is what a Skrull's DNA structure looks like when they're in their normal form, or when they're dead. Unfortunately, you can't really tell if they're a skrull in any other way."

The implication hung in the air. Dead. That was the only way he knew how to tell. Undetectable.

A frustrated, weary sight. "They're extremely dangerous."

"What sort of a population are we expecting? Are they relatively rare, or is their the potential for them to show up in larger groups?"

She glances down at the cell, nodding.

"I'm afraid I don't know much about the situation that led up to -- these things coming here. From what I can remember about it on the network, I think I was a tad late arriving to understand it completely." And now it can't be referenced at all, at least not in a reasonably quick way -- so that was no use.

"None of us know why they're here. Whether they were already here, or if they've been coming through the porter in secret. We have no confirmation one way or the other, and no data to really get our hands on. All I can tell you is what they did back home, and hope that it can be enough," he bore holes into the body. Not literal ones, but he stared at them for a longer period of time, trying to unravel the mystery he knew was there. Why couldn't he have studied biology, he wondered sometimes.

"Where I come from, they generally have large invasion forces. They were generally rare to find on earth, but we don't know who was and wasn't a Skrull."

Tali nodded. It made sense -- if they didn't know who was or wasn't a Skrull, it would've be impossible to measure out the forces accurately. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to regard the body as well. If this was worrying people from Tony's world as much as it was, they had to be a real threat.

"I'd like to know whatever you can tell me about them, then. I'll relay it to the others from my world and anyone else who's willing to listen." She had been hoping to come here and find that they'd figured out a way to identify the Skrulls, but that was starting to look like a pipe dream.

"Alright, let's start with the basics," he said, leaning over the body, a light shining straight down from above, and he looked straight at the nearly opaque glass of her face mask. "Skrulls are well known for their shapeshifting capabilities more than anything else, but they have a vast empire over planets," he pulled up mentally with a document on their society. It wasn't much, intentionally leaving out things like schematics for their battleships (what he could remember of that incident) and weaponry. Certain things just wouldn't help, and may harm them, if they didn't know the superhumans here.

She brought up her omni-tool, fingers clicking away at the hard-light keyboard while he spoke. It would be the easiest way to keep things accurately recorded without having to interrupt Tony -- she nodded, though, glancing up from the motion frequently so that he could see the pair of dimly glowing eyes following his movements as well as his words.

"So there are other things to worry about." The shapeshifting wasn't the end of their threat -- of course not, why would it be.

"Oh yes, of course there are," he looked from the alien to the... dead alien, and grimaced. "Fleets, armies. They're not just infiltrators, if they were, they would be a lot more ineffective at this," he shook his head. "Shapeshifting is just a very, very useful tool of theirs."

"So what they've wanted in the past is, I assume, to take control of as many planets as possible? Conquering the people on them at the same time." That was what most races that used fleets did -- at least, as long as they had a home planet to go back to.

She sighed. This ... this was going to be a big problem.

"So, other known skills? Aside from the shapeshifting."

"Other than being more scientifically advanced? Not really. They've been known to warp the genetics to make Super Skrulls, but those are rare to find," at least from his timepoint.

"And I can only imagine how much more difficult those are to handle." Not necessarily kill, but -- well. She didn't want to act as if she was taking this lightly. Not when so many people were mobilizing from his universe.

He flashed her a look. "Well, powers always add in a higher probability of failure, I'll admit it. If you identify one, I would recommend doing what you think is best. Capture isn't always an option."

"So you're saying that we ought to be willing to kill them. Ghost made that perfectly clear, thanks."

She's -- no stranger to having to kill people because they're on the wrong side, but it's not exactly something she likes. It's a necessity, that's all.

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