It lets Tony stall for time, anyway, pouring wine glasses and allowing himself a semi-secret smirk as Wysteria launches off into twenty questions, listening to Jarvis politely allow her to speak uninterrupted while collating each one.
"My primary data repositories are located on level sixty-nine of the Tower."
"Nice," is murmured, from Tony's corner.
"And the 'picture' you're referring to is a holographic rendering using projectors installed from various locations in the room. You see, energy is projected into a designated field of spectral stasis, which converts that projection into EM radiation and redirects photons—"
"Hey, Jarvis," Tony says, wandering back over. "Can we get some mood lighting?"
"Certainly."
The surrounding windows slowly change, taking on a tea-stain hue that dims the light but also flattens out the view to some degree. Inside, it doesn't necessarily gets darker, other light fixtures compensating for the change as Tony holds out the one hand he has both full wine glasses caught between his fingers for taking. The hologram vanishes as well, scattering into nothing.
"Well, cheers," Tony says, own glass hovered out. "Did not anticipate my homecoming would include immediately interfacing with the cops, which," to Ellis, "you may wanna stash your medieval weaponry next time you go out before that makes two of you."
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It lets Tony stall for time, anyway, pouring wine glasses and allowing himself a semi-secret smirk as Wysteria launches off into twenty questions, listening to Jarvis politely allow her to speak uninterrupted while collating each one.
"My primary data repositories are located on level sixty-nine of the Tower."
"Nice," is murmured, from Tony's corner.
"And the 'picture' you're referring to is a holographic rendering using projectors installed from various locations in the room. You see, energy is projected into a designated field of spectral stasis, which converts that projection into EM radiation and redirects photons—"
"Hey, Jarvis," Tony says, wandering back over. "Can we get some mood lighting?"
"Certainly."
The surrounding windows slowly change, taking on a tea-stain hue that dims the light but also flattens out the view to some degree. Inside, it doesn't necessarily gets darker, other light fixtures compensating for the change as Tony holds out the one hand he has both full wine glasses caught between his fingers for taking. The hologram vanishes as well, scattering into nothing.
"Well, cheers," Tony says, own glass hovered out. "Did not anticipate my homecoming would include immediately interfacing with the cops, which," to Ellis, "you may wanna stash your medieval weaponry next time you go out before that makes two of you."