Wired: The Problem Bruce has always been a fan of this sort of thing. Little tech fairs and booths for innovation type education. Though with everything this place seems to bring he already had his doubts on its sincerity and its innocence. This settling feeling of wrongness buzzed more into his brain as he approached the little theatre area for building your own little toy robots.
It was whitenoise at first. Beeps, boops, buzzing. It sounded innocent- or it should have. This sinking feeling didn't ease as the hammerings of his chest grew louder, a stone lodging in his throat as he listened closer. Morse, a useful tool when working in military employ and even in escaping its custody, right now useful to decipher there was patterns in the sounds.
HELP
Again.
WHY
No.
GOD
Bruce sucked in a breath as he realized he'd been getting closer to someone handling one. Without thinking and with a glazed panic in his eyes he reached out and grabbed their shoulder. Frantic but gentle, it only lingered enough to get their attention.
"This isn't a good idea."
Wired: The Solution
Time to think was in short supply and maybe the building stress and little relief led them to this course of action. Well- At least the one currently grasping the wheel and slamming his foot on the proverbial gas. Joe was handling a baseball bat knicked from somewhere near enough by they didn't have to go too far.
He didn't understand the little robotic sounds as well as Bruce did but it damn well spooked em enough, and coupled with common sense? Joe figured there was an obvious solution here. He didn't have the hands for it but he did have the brains enough to know little parts smashed well and easy with the right persuasive tool.
Joe was gunning it for the robot-toys theatre and not caring much who he shoved by or how manic he looked as he tried to figure how much damage he'd need to do before someone kicked him out and/or they'd take the hint and shut it down.
Bruce Banner & Joe Fixit | OTA
Bruce has always been a fan of this sort of thing. Little tech fairs and booths for innovation type education. Though with everything this place seems to bring he already had his doubts on its sincerity and its innocence. This settling feeling of wrongness buzzed more into his brain as he approached the little theatre area for building your own little toy robots.
It was whitenoise at first. Beeps, boops, buzzing. It sounded innocent- or it should have. This sinking feeling didn't ease as the hammerings of his chest grew louder, a stone lodging in his throat as he listened closer. Morse, a useful tool when working in military employ and even in escaping its custody, right now useful to decipher there was patterns in the sounds.
HELP
Again.
WHY
No.
GOD
Bruce sucked in a breath as he realized he'd been getting closer to someone handling one. Without thinking and with a glazed panic in his eyes he reached out and grabbed their shoulder. Frantic but gentle, it only lingered enough to get their attention.
"This isn't a good idea."
Wired: The Solution
Time to think was in short supply and maybe the building stress and little relief led them to this course of action. Well- At least the one currently grasping the wheel and slamming his foot on the proverbial gas. Joe was handling a baseball bat knicked from somewhere near enough by they didn't have to go too far.
He didn't understand the little robotic sounds as well as Bruce did but it damn well spooked em enough, and coupled with common sense? Joe figured there was an obvious solution here. He didn't have the hands for it but he did have the brains enough to know little parts smashed well and easy with the right persuasive tool.
Joe was gunning it for the robot-toys theatre and not caring much who he shoved by or how manic he looked as he tried to figure how much damage he'd need to do before someone kicked him out and/or they'd take the hint and shut it down.