clickclickstick:

Earth aeroplanes are officially fascinating. But now he is off of it, and when the humans don't seem to be looking, he takes the small cylinder out and -- ~clickclick!~ has his staff. He leans on it casually and looks around.

hello_program:

It hadn't been intentional but Jensen had arrived in Cowtown ahead of the rest of the group, a few days luxury that permitted her to get sorted out in their surroundings.  They had acquired the Western Auto building, the rental lofts converted and redone until the building was more than suitable for their purposes.  She didn't want to know how much money that acquisition had cost, as it appeared that the building was something of a landmark and desired loft space, but she was glad they had it.  It was a good location and, with serious next generation internet capabilities being brought to the twin KCs, everything was perfect.

Especially the food. She'd found a nearby Gates BBQ and that's what anyone who had shown up would smell as she hauled in bags of delicious meaty goodness.  She was going to make sure they had a classic Kansas City lunch.

Didn't want to come off as noobs.

stark_ravingmad:

Tony waited in his office for Justin, Toni and Harvey to arrive and went over the pitch with them. He hoped Rhodey would show as well; he wanted everyone to start off on the right foot with this whole thing.

When Justin arrived, Tony nodded.

"Good to see you. How are you feeling?" he asks.

hello_program:

It had started at work.  Shortly after her first cup of coffee Jensen noticed her WiFi acting up when her CNN news feed began cutting in and out.  It wasn't critical, but it was annoying so when lunch came Jensen went to reset it.  Hiding in the ladies room she ran her still-human fingers along the her armpit looking for the access joint. It should have been a simple button press reset; instead, when she hit the button a sharp shot of pain ripped through the wiring and thus through her whole body.  The vision in her left eye went black for a moment.  Something was wrong and as she tried to move her arm to dissipate the pain she heard a distinctly metal noise before she felt the hinge lock. Something in the arm was broken.  The WiFi, however, came right back on and all other systems were reporting normal. 

From her desk she sent a message.

Brandon, the arm's broken.  Need a repair.

Out of town until next Thursday, Jen.  You're going to have to go see my friend. I'll let him know to expect you tonight.

A second message from Brandon contained information for a man named Harvey. 

Six hours later, Jensen rang the bell outside the address Brandon had provided, her jacket pulled tight and her head down.  She wanted to be as invisible as possible.