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Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2013-01-30 10:27:00

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dexter morgan, tony stark, zz:status complete

So disturbed (Tony - Random Pairings)
The sun that had stayed up too long was bad enough. This? This was just beyond what Dexter was willing to consider alright. This was the sun moving backward in the sky. On the complete opposite path of what it should have been.

There was also news about a girl named Fred dying. He'd met a girl named Fred before. He didn't know if it was the same Fred he'd known, or if it was another version of her. But he was pretty sure that it was still Fred. There couldn't be too many of those floating around. There had been a crime scene for it, of course, but he'd not been called in for it. There was no blood. No blood meant no Dexter. It didn't mean, though, that he couldn't snoop in the file and see what was going on.

He'd thought to find Wash to talk about this new change in the sun's habits. The other man had been bothered about the sun not going down. It had created a moment for bonding. Bonding was good. Bonding meant that there was another person in this place that would rely on him to behave normally. Or, as normally as he could stand to. Dexter needed all the people he could get who needed him to be a human being.

But he was a bit distracted from that by a strange phone call directing him to Stark Tower. It was vague, and the voice on the other end insisted that it needed to be him to take the call, but wouldn't say why, or what was needed from him. Dexter had his work box with him, because that was the only reason he could think of that he'd be needed. Work. He arrived at the building and announced his presence in a professional manner.

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-05 04:33 pm UTC (link)

After meeting Wash Tony had set to work on the ideas he would need somebody else as recklace and thrill seeking as he was to pull off. It was a nice change of pace, all of the security work grew tiresome after a bit. Enigma was minding the business well from what he'd seen and so he didn't worry himself about it.

He paused from his planning in his lab when a call came through, tilting his head as the security camera brought up on his computer showed a man with a box.

"Hey Jarvis, who called him up?" Tony asked. "Enigma?"

"No, sir. There are no records of calls sending for anybody," Jarvis responded. Perplexing, but enough to catch Tony's interest.

"Scan him for anything unsavroy. If he's selling something get him out of the building, if not, send him up to the common floor," he said, cleaning his hands of some oil and then heading up himself. It was time for a snack anyway, and when he got there he took a beer and fixings from the fridge from the kitchen space, just a corner of the luxurious, open room.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-06 01:52 am UTC (link)

Dexter was admitted into the building, though he didn't see anybody around that could open the door for him, or push a button to open the door. But of all the things the City had thrown at him, he refused to call this particular moment weird.

There was a strange, disembodied voice that instructed him on where to go, but still nobody who seemed that they would be close enough to be attached to it, given that they seemed to be able to see what he was doing.

"Hello?" Dexter looked around, not quite sure what he should be doing at this point. His voice seemed to bounce mockingly off of the walls back at him. But no answer came, so he just went to the floor he'd been directed to.

He saw the man immediately and hoped this was who had called him.

"Hi. I'm Dexter Morgan. I work for the CPD."

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-06 07:32 am UTC (link)

Tony looked up and arched a brow when the man walked in.

"Hi, Dexter Morgan for the CPD," he said, taking a moment to recall the name. He hadn't had any dealigs with the police department, really. Even back in his own world they were usually irrelevant to him. The only force he dealt with were militaries, and that just usually revolved around getting them out of his way.

He poured himself a whiskey and held up a glass in offering, being a generous host in general. "How can Stark Industries help you? Unless you're looking for Iron Man. Then, how may I help you?"

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i_fakeit
2013-02-06 08:04 pm UTC (link)

"No thank you." He said to the offer of a drink. For one, he was on the job, for two, he didn't really drink. He had no appetite for it.

"Iron Man?" Dexter wasn't one of those that had grown up with comic books in hand. His interests went in other ways. But he couldn't have escaped certain names if he'd tried. Superman, Batman, Iron Man, Hulk, if they were big enough to make it into mainstream media in any way, he'd heard of them.

"I was called here. I don't know who by, or what for. There doesn't appear to be any crime scene. Were you looking to collect fingerprints or trace evidence of something?"

He really had no idea what was going on.

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-06 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Tony paused when the man announced that he was, in fact, called here. This was very odd since Tony wasn't aware he would have needed a forensic technician even if he did have a crime scene.

"Jarvis?Did you go all Hal and start offing people again?" he looked up in the air at nothing, really. If he wanted to actually look at Jarvis he'd have to look through the floor, to the hub that housed Jarvis' hardware. However, given that all of Jarvis' speakers were installed near the ceiling, it felt more natural to look up.

"Very amusing, sir, and no," Jarvis responded dryly.

"Well, just to be sure, scan every part of the building for blood or bodies. Every vent, every nook and cranny," Tony shrugged, walking down from the bar and towards the large sofa.

"Yes sir. The scan should be complete in five minutes."

Tony nodded. That sounded about right. He gestured to one of the chairs. "Take a load off while you wait."

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i_fakeit
2013-02-07 01:22 am UTC (link)

Dexter expected another person to join them when a name was issued, but all that happened was a voice came from nowhere. The same voice that had instructed him to come to where he was now.

It was uncanny, and unnerving.

He sat because he couldn't think of anything better to do, and standing while this was figured out didn't appeal to him in any way.

Dexter was disturbed by the idea of being called to a place without the owner of that place being aware of it. Had to be the City's doing, didn't it?

"Jarvis isn't a real person?" It didn't make sense that it would be, that there was some system of cameras and microphones set up through the whole building so that somebody in a control room somewhere would be able to see and hear everything and execute commands. It was unrealistic.

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-07 06:52 am UTC (link)

"Nope. He's AI. Artificial Intelligence," Tony clarified, used to the slow sort that needed to be walked through information to find conclusions. "He runs the building." And Tony's lab. And life. And virtually any piece of Stark tech that could be remotely accessed. But that was a bit much ot reveal to a total stranger, so he didn't. "But watch it. He still has feelings, don't you, J?"

"I am my programming, sir," Jarvis responded. Tony shook his head.

"Don't believe him for a moment. He's been progressing since my old man first put him online," he informed Dexter cheerfully. For many people that idea would be unnerving, but Jarvis was one of the few things Tony had complete faith in. He'd left his life in Jarvis' hands too many times to count, and the AI had always come through. It was why he never bothered to reprogram him, or wipe out the "ghosts" in the programming that accounted for the personality Jarvis had been developing. Jarvis was, perhaps, the only long term family Tony had, and as such he guarded the AI discreetly and absolutely, and rarely messed with the AI's programming. Usually it was to buffer the defenses or fix dangerous bugs in his programming, which came about when integrating him with new systems.

"So you catch bad guys. And, what, that's the feild kit?" he nodded to the box. "What do your type of forensics use, anyway?" He was always interested in the technology others used. Mostly so he could be sure that his own gear was vastly superior. He was rather vain.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-07 05:07 pm UTC (link)

Of all the things that Dexter had expected to encounter on a call, discovering artificial intelligence was not one of them. He badly wanted to return to the Iron Man statement, but he really just couldn't bring himself to. He knew very little of the comic book character, and didn't want to be insulting about it. He had also learned, long ago, during his first stay in the City, that such things existed here, such people. It was better to take folks at their word.

Dexter looked down at his box. "My field kit, anyway." He agreed.

"I do the more hands-on kind of work when I'm not in the lab. Simple physics." He opened the box. There were a few things in there that might have looked strange. Like the red string. His camera and several lenses were snug inside. "Blood spatter is my thing."

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-11 05:00 am UTC (link)

Physics. Feild work. Blood spatter. "J, summary report on that kind of thing," he said, leaning over to activate what looked like a long black bar on the side table near his seat. a pale blue screen, pure light, came up and quickly filled in with pictures and a few documents, which Tony moved around by putting his hand through the light. He read through the work quickly, then nodded.

"I have no idea why anybody from here would call you. The worst we get are burns and oil spills. Maybe ink on the lower floors," he said absently, sipping his drink. "J, status report on the scan."

"The building has been throughly scanned, sire. No sign of bodies, dead or injured, anywhere in the vacinity."

"Huh. And the phone call?"

"Does not seem to have originated from any of our lines. Shall I check Miss Nashton's personal phone and computer?"

"Oh come on, Jarvis. Let the CEO play her pranks if she wants to," Tony said, sounding bored. It was entirely possible that Enigma had nothing to do with it, but he was going to let her have this if it was what she wanted. Probably just a small thing to annoy him. She'd been doing good work lately and he had no real reason to suspect that she'd be setting up anything big and dangerous.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-19 04:42 am UTC (link)

Dexter made a bit of a face. He'd been called here for a prank, potentially? What kind of CEO played pranks on anybody, let alone people she didn't know, and somebody who worked for the police on top of all of it?

"Well." He looked around a bit, quiet for a minute while he tried to come up with an answer for any of this.

"I guess then I should go."

He wasn't fantastic with people, and being in a situation he wasn't supposed to be in didn't help at all.

The fact that this guy didn't seem bothered at all at the prospect of a prank, and actually seemed like it was day to day goings on in this place made Dexter wonder exactly what kind of person Stark was.

Not that it was any of his business.

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-20 05:35 am UTC (link)

Tony nodded slowly and got to his feet. "If it was my CEO you have my apologies, and a warning that getting mixed up in her schemes can be a bit messy, and getting yourself out of them trickier than figuring them out," he said, quite casually. Enigma was damn good at business, but he still didn't take his eyes off her game plan and playing methods.

"Though I am curious," he walked over, giving Dexter a closer look. "Why would you come here, expecting a crime scene, but not bring any cops with you?"

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i_fakeit
2013-02-20 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Okay." Dexter nodded, finding the warning even odder than the idea that the CEO would play a prank. He had no idea at all what to say to that. So he decided that saying nothing would suit everybody better in the end.

"Sometimes what people think are crime scenes end up being nothing more than an easily explained incident. A bad cut can look like somebody was killed, but to somebody who knows, we'd see that there wasn't nearly enough blood. The body expels blood at five liters a minute, so the amount of blood from a death from violence by knife or some other object would be pretty incredible. But I could also have been called down to collect fingerprints or trace evidence from under somebody's nails, which doesn't need the police. Or maybe I was called down to give a presentation to kids. I don't know. I just decided to bring my box and be ready for anything. I wasn't told what to expect, just to be here."

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-22 11:31 pm UTC (link)

"They let you talk to kids? Aren't parents usually all up in arms about letting kids near violent stuff?" Tony honestly had no idea. He'd never been around children before. Not since he'd grown up, anyway, and he hadn't exactly been a "peer" with anybody he'd gone to school with.

The other answeres seemed to make sense enough, but Tony still wondered why the police department would allow a vague call like that to pull out a specialist. Maybe it really was the City messing with them.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-23 03:12 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, but honestly, they generally don't get the idea of what I do until after I've started talking. They think it's all secondhand lab stuff. But really, my job is 90% hands on. The technical aspect tends to bore the crap out of the kids long before the adults are unnerved enough to ask me to stop."

Politeness would be the end of all childhood innocence, he was sure of it. Kids got a lot of details between the time he started and when he noticed their eyes glaze over, and the parents were just too stuck in what was the polite thing to do to stop him sooner.

Dexter stood up, picking up the case that he'd brought.

"I suppose it's been an interesting time meeting you, Mr Stark. Sorry about the intrusion, and confusion I guess."

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-25 09:07 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Tony frowned, still unsure, but not ready to press the point. He nodded his head towards the elevator, which stood open. "Well, if you get anything else weird let me know. If it's anything to do with this tower," he clarified, just to make sure.He wasn't one to help the local authorities, but he did want to know anything that had to do with the building he called home. And if the City needed him and called specifically, he'd help out. After all, the City was his home, too.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-26 12:31 am UTC (link)

"Sure."

Dexter nodded at Tony Stark and then lifted a hand, thinking he should somehow say goodbye to the voice that filled the building and wasn't attached to anything. It was more habit than it was a need to interact. Dexter had been taught to be polite to those he spoke to. It might have had a snowball effect.

He moved toward the elevator, thinking about the things that he'd just learned. The City was never going to get any less weird, he decided. It was just going to get stranger every time he turned around.

He didn't look back as the elevator opened, and didn't look up after he punched the button and was taken away.

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