tushanshu_logs | Catch-All For August

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Catch-All For August | Open

Characters: Tony Stark and OPEN
Date: Throughout August, and possibly the tail-end of July - basically any time since Tony's arrival.
Location: Anywhere! Tony's likely to be spending a lot of time in his new lab at Stark Industries, but he'll want to get out and do a little exploring as well.
Situation: Whatever shenanigans a teenage superhero might get up to after arriving unexpectedly in a new dimension. ~~Possibly accidentally blowing things up.~~
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will edit as necessary.

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Tony hasn't been quite his usual outgoing, confident self since arriving in Keeliai. Between his jarring arrival, the lack of the friends and family that he depends on so much, the drama with Gene, and the general unsettling nature of the entire situation, he's been finding it a little hard to settle in. But he's gotten his lab set up - a very important first step - and he's starting to get a handle on things.

The more he sees and learns of Tu Vishan and his fellow conscripts, the more curious he gets. He'll be very interested in any advanced technology any of the foreigners might have brought with them, and he's also intrigued by - though a little wary of - the different kinds of magic that so many people wield. He has a special interest in the mechanics of how the foreigners get here and how they get sent back.

Although he's been dumped into the middle of a war full of the kinds of secrets and subtle politics that normally go over his head, he's definitely caught on that there's something fishy afoot with Evandau. Being naturally inquisitive and, uh... straightforward, it's certainly possible that he'll soon get himself into trouble.

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It's the first day after his arrival, and Tony is sitting in the kitchen of his new home, nibbling morosely at a slice of plain bread.

The blackened casualties of several attempts at making toast are scattered across the counter. Tony's clothes are rumpled and dirty (he's still wearing them because they're currently the only clothes he has), and he looks like he hasn't slept well. His hair is sticking up in all directions, and it's obviously an "I don't have a brush" hairstyle rather than "artfully messy."

All in all, Tony Stark is not having a great morning.

Alright, Frank has to admit he wasn't expecting that when he woke up on his free day. He's familiar with the look of a kitchen that's fought and won, so now he only has to find whoever was defeated when making breakfast. Mostly so he can help out and make sure their kitchen doesn't have to go through another battle.

Judging by the plain bread, he's found him. "Uh... hi. I'm Frank?"

Huh? [Tony looks up from his rather pitiful breakfast.] Oh, hi. I, uh, just got here yesterday, and this is where they said I was living. So... I guess I'm your new roommate? [He looks sheepishly around at the breakfast disaster.] Sorry about the kitchen. I'll... buy you some new bread. Oh, and, I'm Tony, by the way.

Don't worry about it. [He makes a dismissing movement with his hand.] You should have seen how the kitchen ended when I first tried to cook, you'll get the hang of it.

So, welcome to the turtle then Tony. Do you have any questions about the turtle?

[Tony chuckles halfheartedly.] Yeah, cooking's not really my strength. I could build a breakfast-cooking robot, maybe, but people keep telling me that's overkill. [He's starting to seriously consider it, though.]

I've got about a million questions, but the only one I care about right now is: is there coffee on this turtle?

Well, it's not actual coffee but there's an equivalent plant that gets close enough to it, most people take that. [Frank included, even though he only takes a bit of it in the mornings.]

But were you serious? About the breakfast-cooking robot? Because that wouldn't be overkill that would be outright amazing.

No coffee. This place sucks, [Tony grouches. Then he sighs, resigned to his fate, and asks,] is there any of the fake stuff around?

[Frank actually sounds thrilled at the idea of a breakfast-cooking contraption. Tony immediately decides that he likes him.

Looking gravely at his new roommate, Tony says,] Dude. Robotics is what I do. If you give me the go-ahead, I will absolutely make a breakfast bot.

[Frank actually laughs. If Tony pays attention he'll notice there's a slight pang of sadness in that laughter, but he wouldn't just admit he misses Leo.]

The 'go-ahead'? Consider this me basically begging you to make them. Or cooking robots in general, if you're feel up to the dare. Actually, have you asked people in general if they'd like one? I mean, simple cooking robots are pretty popular back at home so if you manage to do one here you might end up rich.

[Tony, however, has cheered up noticeably now that the conversation has turned to robots, and doesn't catch the undertone of Frank's laugh. He grins.]

Oh, it's on. [He's already sketching out blueprints in his head.] I mean, I just got here, so I haven't talked to a lot of people yet, but if there's an untapped market for breakfast bots, I'll do what I can to satisfy the needs of the people. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, [he declares with mock seriousness.]

And I don't think the kitchen is going to survive many more teenager attempting to cook in it anyway...

[And it's when he says it out loud that Tony's age clicks. Being around Leo and people like him has kind of screwed his idea of how young people must be to do certain things, but not everyone is a demigod. So a little explanation is required..] Are you some kind of super genius?

I might be offended by that, if it weren't true. [He has many talents. Cooking just isn't one of them.]

Breakfast bots are just beginner stuff, [he says dismissively.] You can get an automatic pancake maker from a middle-school robotics club. [A beat. His smile widens.] ...But yeah, I'm totally a supergenius. Which reminds me: before you walk in there and freak out, the power armor standing creepily in the living room is mine.

Well, not in my school... [He mutters, but he's already getting they are at very different levels on what constitutes normal if breakfasts bots is beginner stuff. Plus, he's already more interested in something else he said.]

'Power armor'?

[Oh, right, not everybody is from a universe where the rampant criminal not-so-underground has access to advanced power armor. Ha ha!

Tony's about to explain, when he has a better idea. ~~Which usually means: a really bad idea.~~

His grin turns sly, and a few seconds later, the Iron Man armor tromps into the kitchen, stops in front of Frank, and waves.]

[And Frank has his bow out in a second, pointing at the armor with an arrow and he might or might have not jumped on top of the counter to get a better angle. At least he stopped himself short from shooting.]

Wait, that’s the armor? That’s yours? [Leo flashbacks intensifies.]

[Tony lets out a startled laugh. Okay, he hadn't expected that dramatic a reaction.]

Whoa there, Robin Hood, take it easy. [He gets up from his chair and goes to stand beside the armor, putting a hand on its metal shoulder.]

Frank, meet the Mark II Stark International Mutli-Environment Exoskeleton.

[He looks a little sheepish as he... jumps down from the counter. But looking like a giant dork in front of new people is kind of a trend for him so why is he even surprised? He lowers the bow, but he still looks a bit of edge. Last time he was around automatons like that they tried to kill him and his friends, so he's not a hundred per cent sure about all this.]

...Can I call him Mark for short?

Most people just call it Iron Man, [Tony says, laughing.] Or, you know, Tony works too, if I'm inside it.

[He grins, still slightly nervous but slowly adapting to the idea that he's now sharing a suite with a walking robo-armor.]

That must be cool. Being inside of it, I think. What does it do? Like an armor?

[Tony's smile widens to match Frank's. He loves bragging about the armor.]

It is so cool. And it does just about everything. Super-strength and durability, of course. It flies, it has every kind of sensor and scanner I could cram into it, it's got an advanced onboard computer system that I can use to hack just about anything; full life support, repulsors, flamethrower, rocket launcher, sonic cannons, force fields, magnetic field generation - you name it. I can even take it into space.

[All that neat stuff, and Frank gets just one thing out of it:]

You've been to space?!

[(To be fair, that is probably the neatest thing.)

Tony looks unbelievably smug.] Yep. It's only really good for low-earth orbit, until I figure out teleportation or faster-than-light travel, but I've been to space a bunch of times.

Yeah, like low-earth orbit isn't already super amazing. Wow! I'm like, talking to an astronaut! That is really cool!

[He's... He's actually talked to literal aliens and superheroes and atlanteans. He isn't really sure why this is so exiting but it is- maybe because it's a normal Earth kid that's managed all these things only with his intelligence.]

You're a real wonder, Mark buddy. [He pats the armor as he would a friend, as if it were actually listening.]

[Tony is beaming like a friggin' lighthouse right now. The downside of his secret identity is that nobody can tell him how totally awesome and amazing his suit is. (Well, except Pepper and Rhodey, but the novelty of the armor has worn off a little for them. Also Rhodey said something about not wanting to "let his enormous ego get any bigger than it already is" or something, blah blah blah.) Anyway, Frank's enthusiastic praise is really making his day.]

Well, not really an astronaut. I don't work for NASA or anything. I just borrow their satellites sometimes, [he jokes, chuckling.]

You know the "mark" is just a designation, right? Like "version" or "model." [Though the idea of giving the armor some totally mundane name like "Mark" is kind of funny.]

I am! [He gives him a grin. Even Frank can get as much.] But let’s just say I have gotten used to naming technology and ‘Mark’ just fits. But I can keep calling it Iron Man if you prefer that.

[He tilts his head.] I’m sure you’ll be really useful in this place. I flopped around like a fish when I first got here.

All right, suit yourself. [Hey, suit! It's a pun!] Whatever you want to call it, I don't think it's going to hurt its feelings.

And I am getting pretty good at averting apocalypses. Guess that's why they wanted me. [It sounds like he meant for that to come out sounding cocky, but couldn't quite manage it. For the first time, his smile is a little bit less than completely genuine.]

Frank;

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RELEASE THE BREAKFAST BOTS

WHAT COULD GO WRONG

ABSLOUTELY NOTHING, THIS IS A 100% GOOD AND REASONABLE IDEA

/o/ HELL YES

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tony no

tony yes

why do you encourage this

because it's fun!

you're such a bad influence

8DDD

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On trial. Guilty. Of being in space! Going to space jail!

Space space wanna go to space yes please space. Space space. Go to space.

Orbit. Space orbit. In my spacesuit.

Dad, are you space?

Yes. Now we are a family again.