[gathering] Welcome to space.
Tony Stark worked alone. It was a hallmark. He'd spent a lifetime neither needing nor wanting help when it came to the business of science.
But things changed. The world changed. A scientist had to change with it; if you didn't adapt your theories, your work, you might as well be out of the game entirely. And he would be, in about a month. It put a new spin on things. He had to concern himself with his legacy, with the fact that he might not be there to do everything that needed to be done.
So he hadn't kept the space station to himself. The second person he'd shown it to had been on the council, and from there, he'd gone on to spread the word to everyone he could think of, had them spread it further, gone to all the places where information was spread, and he had spread the word.
There is a space station. Come, see.
None of them were him, but there were other smart people (even if he felt they were disadvantaged by not being him). Work would be done, questions would be answered, new ones would be asked. Progress would continue and that, that was something he could look himself in the mirror over, for as long as he still could.
Now, standing on a collapsed wall beside the one that contained the portal to the Enrichment Station, edges swirling and shifting in blue, he addressed the set of people that had come over with him. Scientists, non-scientists with good brains, experienced space travellers, various people who'd come up with a reason to be there, even if it was just 'in case heavy things need moving.'
"You know why you're here. I don't, I can't speak for you. Maybe you're just in it for the view -- which is incredible, by the way -- maybe you got sick of working on your tan. But maybe you're here for the same reason I am; this represents what is, in my opinion-" his voice rose, became bombastic, the old showman returning, "-the most significant discovery since that grey concrete box we eat our meals in and this, believe me, is a bit more than a concrete box! It's the future. Oh, for some of you it's probably from a past generation of technology, some of you might see it as contemporary. But for us, here, today, this is the future. This is the chance for progress, to move forward, to do something. We just made it to space. In, I might add, five years, so how's that for progress. Let's see where we can get from there."
He hopped down, strode to the portal, looked over his shoulder, and said in a more conversational tone of voice, "No, seriously, what're you standing around for? There's a space station right here, it's open for business." Without waiting for a response, he walked through and headed deeper into the station. They were smart folks -- well, there intelligent people among them -- they could find their way around. That was half the fun, anyway, wasn't it?
[Gathering post! Tag people in being anywhere on the station you choose, whether it be gathered at the entrance, hallways, labs, so on. Then, other people tag them... well, you know how that bit goes. Timed to the 16th but going up now to give plenty of weekend play opportunities, open for as long as folks want! See the slated post for details on the station itself.]
But things changed. The world changed. A scientist had to change with it; if you didn't adapt your theories, your work, you might as well be out of the game entirely. And he would be, in about a month. It put a new spin on things. He had to concern himself with his legacy, with the fact that he might not be there to do everything that needed to be done.
So he hadn't kept the space station to himself. The second person he'd shown it to had been on the council, and from there, he'd gone on to spread the word to everyone he could think of, had them spread it further, gone to all the places where information was spread, and he had spread the word.
There is a space station. Come, see.
None of them were him, but there were other smart people (even if he felt they were disadvantaged by not being him). Work would be done, questions would be answered, new ones would be asked. Progress would continue and that, that was something he could look himself in the mirror over, for as long as he still could.
Now, standing on a collapsed wall beside the one that contained the portal to the Enrichment Station, edges swirling and shifting in blue, he addressed the set of people that had come over with him. Scientists, non-scientists with good brains, experienced space travellers, various people who'd come up with a reason to be there, even if it was just 'in case heavy things need moving.'
"You know why you're here. I don't, I can't speak for you. Maybe you're just in it for the view -- which is incredible, by the way -- maybe you got sick of working on your tan. But maybe you're here for the same reason I am; this represents what is, in my opinion-" his voice rose, became bombastic, the old showman returning, "-the most significant discovery since that grey concrete box we eat our meals in and this, believe me, is a bit more than a concrete box! It's the future. Oh, for some of you it's probably from a past generation of technology, some of you might see it as contemporary. But for us, here, today, this is the future. This is the chance for progress, to move forward, to do something. We just made it to space. In, I might add, five years, so how's that for progress. Let's see where we can get from there."
He hopped down, strode to the portal, looked over his shoulder, and said in a more conversational tone of voice, "No, seriously, what're you standing around for? There's a space station right here, it's open for business." Without waiting for a response, he walked through and headed deeper into the station. They were smart folks -- well, there intelligent people among them -- they could find their way around. That was half the fun, anyway, wasn't it?
[Gathering post! Tag people in being anywhere on the station you choose, whether it be gathered at the entrance, hallways, labs, so on. Then, other people tag them... well, you know how that bit goes. Timed to the 16th but going up now to give plenty of weekend play opportunities, open for as long as folks want! See the slated post for details on the station itself.]