Stark Industries, Tuesday, Sept. 4

[ultron_junior]

Victor ran a few final tests on Olive's laptop when he got into work today, then -- satisfied the mocha hadn't caused any permanent damage -- set it aside. He'd take it by her dorm room that night if she didn't come in to pick it up.

That job done, he settled in to install some updates on his phone. He was trying to get it to automatically interface with his school voicemail and pop up new message alerts, but the school's system was not cooperating. He was just getting frustrated enough to give up when --

You would think, said a dry British voice from speakers within the store as Victor almost dropped the phone, a system as sophisticated as you are would remember voice mail systems always have back doors. The voice then detailed, step by step, exactly what Victor had been doing wrong.

It was a little humiliating for shop AI to be smarter than you were.

[OOC: Open repair shop.]

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[dollpocalypse]

After the insane sleep-deprivation by the name of a fire drill had been adequately slept off, Topher stopped by the store with a couple of sodas -- just in time to hear the end of JARVIS' helpful advice because I'm an evil time-modder, deal with it.

"That!" he exclaimed, pointing up at the ceiling. "I heard that on my shift. Since when do we have an AI?"

[ultron_junior]

I was installed by the elder Mr. Stark on Handwavy Date Here, the voice intoned, before Victor could answer.

he looked up at the speaker.

"... I guess we know the answer to that," he said. "Thing's a little intimidating."

[dollpocalypse]

"He really is." 'He,' see, because Victor was right there and all. And because Topher didn't want to come in one day to find the store raining oranges on his head or something.

"So I guess you two are bonding?" he asked teasingly. "Discussing... super-secret AI things? Planning a robot takeover, that kind of thing?"

[ultron_junior]

A sour look crossed Victor's face. "Yeah, about as much as you're plotting to start your own army when you talk to Billy."

Sorry, Topher. Sore spot.

"He's nothing like me."

[dollpocalypse]

"Oh, that was... a joke or whatever." Two failed attempts at social interaction in one day, wow. He was really off to a good start on this fine Tuesday. Topher decided the best way to rectify it would be to thrust out one of the sodas he had with him. "Here. Caffeine for the post-fire-drill suffering."

[ultron_junior]

Victor took a long, slow sip of the soda to clear his head. "Sorry," he said, if grudgingly. "It's just really not funny to me. Or probably to the AI in the ceiling."

He attempted a smile. "Thank you for the coke."

[dollpocalypse]

"No prob," Topher said, still wringing his hands together a little. "Um. Sorry. To him too," he added, nodding upward. "Weird day."

[ultron_junior]

"Fire alarm," Victor nodded. "I think they picked a miserable time of the morning just to screw with us."

Jarvis remained silent, either because he was still affronted or because he considered the argument below him.

[dollpocalypse]

"Probably." Look, it wouldn't be unusual for Fandom to pull something like that. "Too many weekends in a row without something going wrong, et cetera."

[ultron_junior]

"You just jinxed next weekend," Victor informed him. "When the rabid raccoons fall from the sky, I'm coming to find you."