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robothell2015-05-28 10:04 am
smarterthandad) wrote in robothell2015-05-28 10:04 am
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[closed] Iron Mom
Who: Val & June
Where: Val's lab
When: Now-ish
What: The obvious and not-at-all overkill solution to humans getting hurt is to build them power armor.
Warnings: Val's terrible fashion sense and life choices?
Val had been working on armor for June in fits and starts since they'd met, but it had been slow going, what with all the other projects demanding her time and the need to make practically everything from salvaged components designed for an entirely different species. Not that it was outside her capabilities, of course, but she would never take access to Dad and Uncle Doom's facilities for granted again.
The tribulations of a tiny latter-day Crusoe notwithstanding, the gear was finally ready to be fitted for its intended wearer, so Val had called June and left a message for her to come by "whenever." Val could be remarkably vague for a scientist...especially considering she hadn't told June what she'd been up to, though the obnoxiously-colored armor pieces arrayed on a workbench would alert the careful observer. Not knowing June's favorite palette, Val had matched the colors to her scrubs, with contrasting details in pink. When in doubt, Val would always choose pink.
Where: Val's lab
When: Now-ish
What: The obvious and not-at-all overkill solution to humans getting hurt is to build them power armor.
Warnings: Val's terrible fashion sense and life choices?
Val had been working on armor for June in fits and starts since they'd met, but it had been slow going, what with all the other projects demanding her time and the need to make practically everything from salvaged components designed for an entirely different species. Not that it was outside her capabilities, of course, but she would never take access to Dad and Uncle Doom's facilities for granted again.
The tribulations of a tiny latter-day Crusoe notwithstanding, the gear was finally ready to be fitted for its intended wearer, so Val had called June and left a message for her to come by "whenever." Val could be remarkably vague for a scientist...especially considering she hadn't told June what she'd been up to, though the obnoxiously-colored armor pieces arrayed on a workbench would alert the careful observer. Not knowing June's favorite palette, Val had matched the colors to her scrubs, with contrasting details in pink. When in doubt, Val would always choose pink.
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"Depends." Val hopped off her stool and came over to where June was standing near the arrayed pieces of armor. "The HUD tracks your eyes so there's a bit of a learning curve on that, but I made all the gestural controls responsive to instinctive reactions--if your heart rate spikes and you raise an arm to shield your head, it'll put up a force field. That kinda thing."
She picked up a soft silvery something that sat next to the armor and offered it to June. "If you want it to work right you have to wear the control suit, though. Like mine, except I had to adapt the design to local materials."
Val's own skintight one-piece was black with glowing green lines that made her look like she fell out of the Tron sequel. When June shakes out the folds of her own suit, however, she will find what strongly resembles a silver lamé catsuit straight out of a 50s B movie--in an alternate 20th century that didn't feature the Hays Code. It won't be leaving much to the imagination.
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June's eyebrows shoot up in politely stifled surprise, her lips pursed. Silver lame catsuit indeed. She probably ought to have known better. The general design works just fine on a three-year-old, but on a woman pushing forty? June considers it a relief that with the full coverage of the power armor, no one will even ever see her in this thing. Probably.
"...Nicer," she finishes, somewhat faintly.