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[cleanedslate]

[ not too much later in the day, on a less populated section of the beach, Tony and Bruce are on a mission.

the mission is science, of course. and their weapons, at the moment, are a large expanse of beach that is currently serving as a makeshift whiteboard.

scrawled across it are a series of equations, all of them deceptively brief (read: condensed), but also filled with cryptic symbols that won't be familiar to anyone who hasn't gotten deep into physics. a healthy heaping of biochemistry will also help you to parse their work, which at the moment seems to be very focused on energy conversion and heat especially.

come stare! or step all over their hard work! you jerk :(

feel free to tag either of them but expect some thread jacking! after all, they are both standing right there ♥ ]

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make your own threads! just indicate in body or subject who you're talking to <3

[cleanedslate]

[ he's discarded jacket and button-down, too hot. instead they've been swaddled together into a makeshift "hat", keeping the sun off his head and shoulders.

Tony is standing over the carefully-constructed equations, his eyes scanning them, thinking. he points at part of it ]

Walk me through this part. I'm a little rusty on my organic chem. [ he said, but he's been picking it all up pretty quickly, because. yeah. ]

Chuck wants all the Marvels!

[buymorelifer]

[ Ohhhh. You are sciencing. Chuck is very, very impressed. He keeps a respectful distance, but is actually quite content to fanboy watch you work without saying anything. He gets some of the physics symbols, but the biochem is beyond him and really, he's better with computers. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Has absolutely no idea what the two of them are doing, but there are numbers and equations involved. He's fully covered up and looks like hell, but even more than a little feverish, he's still very interested in the potential for new information. Nobody back home knows about this (probably). ]

The science guys back home'd love to see this.

[waytobreakithero]

[ She doesn't know what they're doing, either, but she just assumes it's a form of magic. But she's more interested in their technology savvy, and since they seem to be the most capable guys she can find right now, here she is.

She holds out her lyrium device. ]

Could one of you supremely intelligent gentlemen tell me how to work this?

[maidenlysense]

[Aren't they too old to be drawing pictures in the sand -- thinks Petunia, except as she comes closer she realizes that they aren't pictures but incomprehensible scribble that seems very important?? Those are numbers right?!]

[She squats to peer at a section more carefully. Maybe if she stares at it she'll magically understand it all.]

Umm...

Let me know if any of this isn't ok. Both or either is wonderful

[promisebreaker]

[Peter tries to keep busy during their stay on the island, but he's gotten to the point where he's inventing things to keep him busy. After he does a check of their shelter, he heads down the beach, an excited, little-boy smile spreading over his face when he sees Tony and Bruce on the beach. That smile stays on his face, but his expression becomes one of curiosity when he sees that they're obviously doing something. The smile drops and his brow furrows as he walks barefoot along the top of the equations they've made. By the time he looks up to them, his expression is serious. His eyebrows go up a bit, still curious, but the sober sort instead of the excited sort.]

You're trying to divert heat--biochemical heat to--to somewhere else. Or...just getting it to make something besides heat. Right?

[Oh! OH! He's seen this before. Now that expression goes to excitement and he starts tripping over his words.] You're...I mean this--you could--potentially, I mean--you could--if it worked. If you could make it work in a human body. [Right. Deep breath. Collect your thoughts, Peter. Slow that brain down so that you can say words.]

You're regrowing limbs. Potentially. I mean. Regrowing, not just limbs. Everything. I mean you could. With this--this formula. If you could get it work. Why?