fandomtownies | Stark Industries, Tuesday, July 24

Victor really shouldn't have been surprised that a stereo in the store was singing at him as he came in. The devices in the repair shop turned themselves on all the time; Victor usually just tried to ignore it so he could concentrate on his private work.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo Shiri tai

But when he felt compelled to jump in with a verse of his own --

You're wondering who I am
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
I am the modern man

I've got a secret, I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling
My brain I.B.M., so if you see me
Acting strangely, don't be surprised

-- that was a tad more unusual, especially as there was a herky-jerky robot dance involved that Victor just found tacky.

And who the hell was Kilroy?

He puzzled over that as he hooked himself into a national defense network and started scanning for any vulnerabilities Victorious might be able to take down one day. It was always good to be prepared.

[OOC: Open. OCD fled because it's embarrassed to be seen with someone who sings Styx.]

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Topher always listened to radio. As a result, Topher wanted to speak with Victor. Ask some questions, keep up on things, hang out with his favorite robot, you know.

"Whatcha doing?"

[[will be slow, because SOMEONE wants birthday cheesecake, but should be quicker later!]]

Edited 2012-07-24 15:05 (UTC)

"SHIELD has an antique cybersecurity system in some places," Victor said, not looking away from the screen he'd hooked into an access panel in his arm. "If I can find the right vulnerability, I could take them down."

He finally glanced over sheepishly. "Do you want me to do something else?"

Edited 2012-07-24 15:14 (UTC)

Heh. Victor looking to him to give orders never failed to amuse him.

"Nah, that's okay," Topher granted, because he was a generous robot-reprogrammer. "Just for fun, or to, you know, take them over?"

"I'm not sure yet," Victor admitted. "Right now, for fun. In a couple years ... who knows? But that's after I'm done with my mission here on the island."

"Cool," Topher said agreeably. "I bet SHIELD would be awesome to run. All those... people to keep up on, and everything. Eyes everywhere and stuff."

"It'd make taking over the world a lot easier," Victor agreed. He wasn't self-conscious at all as he went about the business of detaching himself from the cabling that had hooked his internal wiring to the computers -- a pinch of wire here, a twist of metal there, and the smooth tan skin of his forearm was as sealed as if it were entirely human flesh.

You and me, we're in this together now, he sang as he worked. None of them can stop us now. We will make it through somehow, you and me. If the world should break in two -- until the very end of me, until the very end of you.

Where another universe's Topher might have been heartened by that, even reassured, this one just snorted. "Nice harmonies," he said. "And solid plan. I'm always up for some world domination."

He swung his arms, took a few steps toward the desk, then said casually, "So what were you talking about with Tony yesterday?"

"Nothing," Victor said. "Recon. He's from my world and he's crazy smart. I need to get to know him."

So he could destroy him.

"Why?"

Because the guy seemed sketchy, he was always talking about things like he needed to justify them, and with his tech skills he was probably the only person on the island who stood a chance of reprogramming Victor for himself?

...So maybe Topher was a bit paranoid.

"Just wondering," Topher said. "He's kinda weird. You know." He shrugged. "As long as he didn't, like, try and play with your circuitry, or anything."

Victor grinned. "If he did, would you be jealous?" he teased. "Do you want to be the only one who touches me there?"

"Anyhow," he added, "it wasn't anything like that. But hey, do you think he could get me lasers?"

Lasers would be cool.

Edited 2012-07-24 20:42 (UTC)

Yes, he did want to be the only one. Very much so.

But really, not dirty.

"He might," Topher admitted. "He made me my taser thing." Wait, that wasn't appropriately discouraging. "But you should ask for a laser gun, not, you know, an upgrade," he added. "'Cause otherwise he might do something weird."

And, say, make Victor bring him sandwiches. Which would be cruel.

Victor was thoughtful. "I don't think there'd be room to jam lasers in, anyhow," he said, with some regret. "Ultron was pretty smart about getting all my circuitry to flow in a human form without making me too heavy. Add in laser equipment on top of everything else and I'd have a 50-pound arm."

Which was too bad. Fingertip lasers would be way cooler than a gun.

"Sucks," Topher said, with very little sincere sympathy behind it. But since it was apparently the Great Battle for Victor's Affections this week, he added, "I could try and whip up a laser gun for you, if you want."

He pondered that.

"Heh. I wonder if I could use my old laser tag equipment as the base for it."

...Only Topher.

"Thanks, but I think I'll give that one a pass," Victor said. He didn't want to have a laser gun made out of laser tag stuff, come on.

Then, because programming is fun: "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." It wasn't like it would've been that good a gun, anyway. "Just. Tell him no touchy. When you ask."

Yes, Topher. He got it.

Victor shot him a thumbs up. "Promise. No letting him play with ... anything unnecessary."

"Awesome." Topher shot him a thumbs-up. "Oh! And I'm patrolling tonight, so, the usual sandwich and Mountain Dew afterward?"

TOPHER.

"Crusts off, extra mayo, soda extra-cold," Victor ~~modded~~ recited. "Oh! Do you want Doritos this time, or potato chips?"

This moment was getting the auto-delete as soon as Victor was back to his senses.

That was probably best, yes.

"Let's go with Doritos," Topher decided after a moment to contemplate that. "Thanks, V."

"It's what I'm here for, Mr. Brink."

Also, after the end of the week they would NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.

Stark Industries, Tuesday, July 24

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