OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[febrile]

[She does it without complaint, knowing full well that if his scanners work on more than the outer layer of her skin he'll soon understand precisely what she is. But at this point her options are exhausted; she hardly cares anymore, squinting into the bright blue light before it fades out.]

[not_iron]

[While he had his Moment earlier to get used to the idea, Tony still isn't what he'd qualify as 'prepared' when the scanner flips out on him:

Subject anatomy unrecognized. Reconfiguring...

He folds his arms, slapping a hand over the lower half of his face and dragging it down around his chin.]

I don't think you're gonna find a match, buddy.

[He meets Aeryn's gaze.]

Fine. We'll wing it. Take a picture, draw a circle around the hot spots and we'll go from there. [Then, to Aeryn:] The name 'Thor' doesn't mean anything to you, does it? Big guy, blonde, likes to talk about his enormous hammer?

[febrile]

[The expression he's wearing isn't exactly unfamiliar.

The name he sends her way, though, is. And it shows in the way she cocks a brow right back, mouth pulled off to the side in confusion.] I've heard a lot of men talk about their...hammers, but no. Can't say this one sounds like anyone I knew.

Why?

[not_iron]

Just checking. I want to be sure I'm keeping my Close Encounters straight. You realize this is going to be risky, don't you? [He's already pulled the scan up onto the array of monitors behind him, which he turns to, picks a stylus up off the desk, and starts scribbling notes.] I'm not a doctor. In your case, I don't know at least half of what I'm looking at.

[febrile]

Lucky for you I don't need you to cut me open. [And her, but that's beside the point: she's decidedly not the squeamish one here.

Aeryn settles off to the side against one of the workbenches opposite to him, arms folded, ankles loosely crossed. It's the most she can do to deny the sweat prickling just at the back of her next.] Besides, your doctors couldn't put this right if they tried. Better to hold out as long as I can for one of mine.

[Provided she ever gets that chance.]

[not_iron]

Maybe not. But I can't promise you I'm gonna get this right. [Tony turns up a corner of his mouth--a lazy shrug that doesn't quite make it to his shoulders. He can already tell a sexy, compact, localized treatment isn't going to do it, because this is more than a slight case of heatstroke. What she really needs is for somebody to put her on ice.]

What kind of time table are we talking about?