player plot: when my time comes around, pt. 2.5.

[propulsion]

WHO: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Viktor, Wysteria de Foncé, feat. James Flint, Yseult, and sundry!
WHAT: A sleepless month.
WHEN: First week of August
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Partially open! Within are some closed threads for time travel solutions and geniusing, but feel free to use this post as a catch all if you wish to RP about time travel and sciencing or talking to people about time travel and sciencing.

Something is happening!

And at first, who could possibly say what, with the research workrooms kept closed? But the sounds of other voices muffled on the other side can be picked up at just about any hour. Eventually, this becomes more erratic, but only because there is the sound of metal grinding, clanking, and quiet conversation drifting and pattering up through the lyrium-glowing stone passageways that funnel down into the basement of the Gallows.

Eventually, an announcement is made, and the cause for at least four of the Research division being utterly consumed by work becomes apparent. Do feel free to stop by, whether to register your disapproval, make sure they are eating, or to lavish upon them your tearful gratitude, but don't expect to stay too long regardless.

Comments

[katabasis]

From behind the shape of his knuckles, Flint's hand having turned so he might twist absently at the short hairs bristling near the corner of his mouth, he regards Yseult for a long moment. Later, when they've left this room, he will let the revulsion over the whole prospect find and sicken him—too protectively narrowed against the prospect of success to find any sense of optimism for this thing that Stark's suggested.

But that's a few rooms and minutes, hours maybe, removed from here. After a moment, the point of his attention breaks from Yseult to Tony.

"I assume you came prepared with a list in case we said yes." Of what exactly being onboard is meant to look like.