open | Tony Stark/Iron Man

[iron_ego]

Characters: Tony Stark and all the ladies everyone!
Location: Keeliai, any sector
Situation: Day 01: In which Tony discovers the locals are not as fabulous as a Stark.
Warnings/Rating: Ego alert and some inappropriate references to nuclear events

Morning - Tony Stark:

[Okay. So he's either been kidnapped by aliens or his liver gave up the old ghost and he's dead. Either option is going put a serious dent into his social life -- and, let's face it, life will be straight up boring for the people he's left behind.

He can deal with this. Seriously, what's a case of kidnapping to him? Nothing, once Jarvis finishes the full spectrum analysis of the Iron Man suit and confirms it's fit to fly away from this popsicle stand. Thing is, the AI told him it's going to take five hours to do and he's not the best at sitting around and doing nothing. And that console? Please. He pried it open to fiddle and it pulled a Chernobyl on him.

With nothing in the suite holding his interest, he's taken to wandering the streets of each Sector, holding up both his standard issue smart phone and his Stark Industries special issue one in the air at varying intervals and in obscure locations to check for a signal. He's a bit of an oddity, dressed in a nice suit and obviously having been caught en route to some charity gala (in style, but he took the armor off before he came out of his suite) before, BOOM, Turtletopia.

Trust me when I say he doesn't bite unless the lady likes it.]

Noon - Tony Stark:

[Jarvis is still at work and he's shit out of luck about the signal thing. Wouldn't you know it, but wandering around a city in search of some sign of telecommunications capabilities is downright exhausting for a billionaire playboy.

This is why you can find him during the three odd hours he considers 'noon' (eleven through two) at a café sipping a latte or snacking on a meal (maybe even yours) or at the earliest open establishment of alcohol to parch his thirst.

Oh, he's still checking his phones now, but that's keeping track of a timer -- countdown to when the suit diagnostics will be done and he can blast out of here.]

Evening - Iron Man:

[Turns out that blowing this popsicle stand takes more effort than his suit and understanding can currently manage - go figure, they've actually managed to kidnap him. Iron Man's armor is a bit scuffed from his attempt to go up, up, up, and away!

Perturbed at being turtleblocked (he sees that shell and head, thank you very much), Iron Man is checking out the Sectors in closer detail, interacting more with the locals to get a feel, and even having the occasional arm wrestling match with a kedan -- spoiler warning: he's been winning.

Then, as night falls, he can finally be seen in the vicinity of building FI-3A, carrying a crate filled with bottles of alcohol, the life necessities for one Tony Stark. His visor's up during this part and he's seriously considering opening one as he walks along, completely unconcerned at the silly idea that this could be unwise with the increase in gang activity lately.]

Comments

METAL | 17:00~ | BRUCE WAYNE

[iron_ego]

[Warnings are for babies. Forget that Jarvis tends to have his best interests at heart processor and the kedan have been pretty hospitable for kidnapping aliens, but really? Their warnings washed right over him like water over the rockbed, only he's not about to erode.

There's not really a way out? Please. Tony Stark goes where he wants and Iron Man? Yeah. You try holding him down and he'll just head straight up.

That's what he did after donning the armor and doing a cursory circle of Keeliai. It looks about the same from the ground as it does from the air, so he just shrugged and kicked in the afterburn straight up. Funnily, it wasn't the suit that gave out first.

Tony comes back around to warning alarms and Jarvis persistently in his ear, noting that it is excellent, sir, that you are awake now, but if you do not engage thrusters, he will activate his overdrive to stop the freefall.]

Jarvis, what are you talking about? I'm not--
[He pauses and looks down. Oh, okay. Freefall, he gets it now. Instead of flying straight up, he's plummeting straight down. He can see the kedan scurrying around on streets that are gaining definition with every meter further he falls. And they? Are really close up.]

Whoa! Activate emergency protocol: "3-H!"

['Half-Price Happy Hour' was his failsafe for nights he tried drinking and flying; it's designed to get him home safe -- in theory.

He's trying to stabilise his arms when the repulsors kick in and knock him Iron over tea kettle and it's all he can do to avoid the street and crash straight down into one of the newer housing units in Metal.

'Crashing' hasn't been done until Tony Stark's done it, let him tell you. The explosion of sound and dust is herald to the heavy thud of one (1) Iron Man armor hitting the ground -- and putting a good dent in it. The HUD of his helmet flickers and warnings come up reporting on the status of the suit and his environment, but he's a bit busy struggling to his knees with a loud 'whoa' as he gives up and rolls onto his back.]

Someone get the plates of that gravity! I've got a hit-and-run to report on the bugger, wow.

[andaway]

[Tony might not care about the gangs or how dangerous it is to be out at night in certain sectors, but Kal wouldn't be a hero if he didn't. He's been patrolling around the sectors he was told were more dangerous, keeping an eye out for the others. It seems to be a quiet night, so he's actually kinda bored.

He appreciates the distraction as he lands next to the man with the suit of armor walking around the fire sector after the curfew.]

Sir? Are you aware of how dangerous this sector is at night?

[iron_ego]

[Okay. Heads up for the fashion police -- is this guy seriously dressed in blue-and-red leggings? Tony eyes it with raised eyebrows and stops, facing him.]

Before we get to that whole danger thing, I've got one question for you first. [He frees a hand and gestures at his suit.] Are you even seeing what I'm wearing here? Frankly -- and this is between you and me -- I'd be more worried for the safety of a grown man wearing spandex than some guy in a seriously pimped out suit of armor.

[andaway]

[Tony you did not just insult Kal's outfit. His ma made it and it's based on his Kryptonian heritage thank you very much, he's very proud of it.

...But yes, he's basically wearing blue-and-red leggings. Being easy to see is kind of the point though, makes the bad guys run away and gives the innocent a reason to look up the sky.]

I suppose you do have a point, the armor does look powerful. It's still a little late to go out and look out for trouble if there's no reason to. And for the record, my skin is invulnerable. Leave the spandex alone.

[He tilts his head.] Are you new here?

Evening; fire

[controlledvariable]

[There isn't much that really surprises Steph, these days. She has friends who can shapeshift, or fly, she's been shrunk, impersonated by a creature made of clay, dueled a witch and kissed a warlock.

And yet, somehow seeing a man dressed in what seems to be a high tech suit of armour, casually walking down the street while carrying a crate of alcohol, manages to have her staring as he gets closer.

She'd just been walking home from dropping in to visit Damian, this is not what she expected.]

Uh, are you alright, there? [she's just a little concerned]

[iron_ego]

[Man. Suit of high tech armor that brings all the ladies to the yard. Crate of booze. All things considered, he's doing great, but this is the second time someone's stopped him. What is it? Do people not watch the news here? Iron Man. Iron Man. Kind of a hard brand to forget, that's why he went with red and gold.

Still, he stops and looks at her, then down at his crate.]

On second thought, I'd have to say no. I mean, here I am with a box full of ambrosia, if you would, and it doesn't contain a single bottle of whiskey. [FIRST IRON MAN PROBLEMS, ALERT.] Did you know that these kedan don't even know what whiskey is? Come on! What is the world coming to when you have to substitute plum wine for good ol' Jacky D?

[controlledvariable]

[Steph sort of just - tilts her head slowly to the side.

Is that really what he's choosing to focus on here? A lack of whiskey?

Except after a second she realizes that she'd complained about not having Google, which is also a small problem, all things considered, and that it doesn't necessarily reflected how concerned someone is about the overall situation.

Still.

What.] You could make some? I mean - um - I'm assuming you made that suit... thing. [vague handgesture at the suit, what is that] I'd think you could handle home brewey.

[she's a helper]

Morning | Fire Sector

[tendnottoweep]

[ Natasha's never entirely comfortable until she knows every street and alley of a place - every potential bolthole, every exit route. So far, she's mostly been focusing her efforts on familiarizing herself with Keeliai to the Earth and Fire Sectors, where she, Steve and Clint (and Agent Carter) are stationed, going out to canvas every opportunity she gets - which is pretty frequently, considering she doesn't have anyone to answer to here other than Steve and Clint, when she feels like it.

Consequently, she's had time to get used to not only the area, but the kedan themselves: the way they dress, the way they move... It's familiarity enough that anyone not kedan gets her attention immediately - and as she shifts her focus to the man in the suit, her eyebrows shoot up in immediate recognition... though the sigh is pure resignation.

Natasha turns immediately, shifting direction from her usual canvassing pattern and speeding her steps to catch up with Tony before he moves out of sight in the crowded streets; luckily, the kedan around here tend to keep a wide berth from foreigners, and whether it's meant to be respectful or an insult, it works out to her advantage. She falls into step alongside Tony and says without preamble: ] What's the last thing you remember before coming here?

[ Given the issues with Clint's arrival time as compared to her and Steve's... it's a legitimate question. ]

[iron_ego]

[No signal, no signal, no signal; it's disheartening, really. Tony keeps trying, holding the phone above the crowds -- maybe the kedan are interference, but. No. Another dead zone in a city full of them. What is a playboy to do if--

Whoa. He hears her come up, but seeing her is another thing altogether and he jumps a degree up and a degree to the side, blinking and staring briefly at her before, yes. Composure is a thing that he has and let's just keep walking, make this appear as normal as possible.

What an odd question to be asking and there are literally hundreds of reasons to why she might ask it that flit through his head before he gestures at her head, then his own hair -- starting at the tips and then gesturing downwards.]

In five words or less, I'd have to say: Your hair being longer. Get tired of all those lusciously flowing locks?

[Tony is acting like this is business as usual, because this whole Keeliai thing has him a bit off his rocker and so what's one more personal-assistant-turned-badass-agent showing up out of the blue? Yup. It's not nearly as surprising as it seems, so might as well take it in stride.

He turns thoughtful.]

Oddly, I'm not surprised he's already got people here. Tell me something: Does he actually have you people stationed in heaven and hell, too? Because this purgatory thing's just one step in the process and he doesn't seem like the kind of guy that'd let God do his thing unchecked.

[tendnottoweep]

[ Natasha raises both eyebrows and gives him a long, level look full of condescension. Honestly, Stark? They're in another universe on a city on a giant magic turtle, and her hair is your problem here?

She sighs after a moment and shakes her head, turning her attention back out to the street. ] Do you actually think you'd be allowed to know if he did?

If I were you, I'd be less concerned with that than the fact that you're behind the times. By over a year, in fact.

evening

[arches]

<sub>( Clint Barton’s nightly activities are usually limited to trolling around rooftops keeping an eye on things. And, wouldn’t you know it, being on a giant turtle in the middle of some rift between the living and dead worlds has done little to change that. So, tonight, he’s in the fire sector, up on a rooftop keeping an eye on things. If he’s being honest, he’ll admit he’s spoiling for a fight—a chance to hit someone, anyone, sounds pretty good right about now. And so the Fire District was his choice, because from what he’s heard the chances of him hitting someone who doesn’t deserve it over here are pretty slim.

Unfortunately, his plans are derailed, because Mr. Stark is pretty hard to miss. Not that Clint’s ever met him before—thanks for sending Natasha out to meet everyone and not him, Fury—but of course, he knows who he is. Which is why he’ll call out to him, for lack of anything better to do. )</sub>

Stark? That is you, right?

Re: evening

[iron_ego]

[The glowing effect on the road ranks as the first wonder of the turtle and Tony's been walking in full armor down the sector streets, letting Jarvis run all the analyses it wants with the suit's technology. Results are fascinatingly inconclusive and he is seriously thinking about trying to dig up a piece for his mantle when -- hark, is that his name? With recognition and not derision? Why, how utterly welcoming!

The sound emanated from the rooftop on your right hand side, sir. Why thank you, Jarvis.

He turns to face Clint, visor snapped up and a grin on face.]

Finally, someone else that recognises beautiful, brilliant me. You, nameless roof guy, win a prize!

[Because you have no idea how hard it is to spend an entire day without everyone knowing who he is. Really. He shed tears over it.]

Now, I just have one question first: Are you one of Fury's cronies too? Because I've already had a run-in with the redheaded bombshell and I've gotta tell you that you're about a four to her ten from down here. I'm guessing he didn't hire you for your looks.

[Because Fury having sleeper agents in Purgatory seems like a thing to him.]

[arches]

<sub>( Okay, so thinking that was a good idea lasted all of five seconds. Because really the second this guy opens his mouth, Clint remembers how annoying he’d assumed him to be, from the reports. He can’t even take pleasure at being proven right.

The fact that Iron Man doesn’t recognize him is something, however. He’s not sure whether that’s a relief or an annoyance; it would be easier if more of them were on the same page, but if Stark was in line with Rogers and Natasha, that would leave Clint at a distinct disadvantage. So he can’t be sorry that it hasn’t turned out that way.

Anyway, Clint is just going to listen to Tony with a flat look on his face—though when he’s done, Clint grabs an arrow out of his quiver and shoots it down to land about a hair’s span in front of him. )</sub>

No. He didn’t.

Evening...?

[demon_brat]

[Will the Iron Man even spot a kid (in red and green and yellow) on the rooftops? Because Robin sure is out, tonight.]

[iron_ego]

[Sir, we have an anomaly approximately three blocks ahead. It appears to be a human scaling a rooftop.

Jarvis pings him onto it and-- whoops, he passed it already, but Tony loops his flight plan back around to check on it. Call it curiosity, call it knowing things like snipers like rooftops. Well, lots of people do, but the kedan don't have much in the way of rooftop plazas, so people being on them's an oddity he's noticing and, really? It's not like it'll harm him to check it out.

Which'd be why, Robin, you are getting a full-blown Iron Man landing and-- wait a second. That's a kid.

His repulsors kick out at the same time he realises that and he hits the roof with a small thud, armor settling and plates shifting back to standard position from flight mode.]

Hey, shortie. Your parents know you're up this late on a school night?

[Pepper's always telling him to be a good influence on the kiddies, so he crosses his arms and looks like a Disappointed Dad. In armor. ROFL, nope. He's grinning under the visor because REALLY this kid is dressed kind of hilariously.]

[demon_brat]

[...seriously, Tony? That's the question you ask?

You get Robin to pull himself to his full height, one eyebrow arched over the domino mask.]


Home schooled. First Ph.D. level acquired two years ago. For the record, yes.

And what are you, Flash-suit man?


[What. Only so many people go for red and yellow...]

Morning

[redjay]

[One, maybe two, cracked ribs and no sleep and it's still hard to miss a man in a nice suit, holding up two pieces of advanced tech. Then again, he can spot a playboy a mile away. They usually stink.

Jason takes two steps pass the guy before doubling back and leans towards him slightly.]

That's not something I'd flash around. What with the recent attempted decapitation. People here are kind of anal.

[iron_ego]

[Tony eyes the guy and drops one of the pair into his pocket, raising an eyebrow up high. What's this? Some random Good Samaritan in the crowd? Right. That's totally why he brought up such a Martha Stewart topic as decapitations right off the bat.]

Decapitation? I've heard people get desperate for an iPhone, but Battle Royale's a new one to me.

[Do you see how seriously he is taking you? Spoiler: Not very seriously at all.]

I guess it makes sense. This place is the poster town for retro life. Hell, I'd kill for a car that didn't come out of the roaring twenties. Have you seen the artifacts on the roads here? Museums on wheels.

[redjay]

[Shit, does he sound like that when he thinks he's being funny? What a douche. He'd laugh, make light of it to get him comfortable but holy cracked ribs batman. He smirks instead.]

Not Battle Royale if you can't fight back. Not the 20s either if they still think decapitation is a grand finale for a festival.

[He shrugs, casually. Shouldn't do that. Pain doesn't really show though, good old training. If you're not bleeding out, you're fine, chum.]

You're not wearing the right color if you're planning to go out like that.

MORNING

[usavatar]

[Steve is out running errands - picking up food, checking in with several kedan he's designated friendlies - when he spots a familiar face sticking out in the crowd like a dislocated thumb.

He excuses himself from his current conversation and steps into Tony's path, disbelief clear on his face. Now he really is expecting Thor to come out of the woodwork.]

Stark?

[iron_ego]

[Tony has a phone up for a signal check at that exact moment and when he hears his name, he lowers it and jerks back.]

Whoa, personal space bubble here.

[It's not you, it's hi-- Tony stops. This guy looks familiar. The kind of familiar that reminds him of his father and that's not always the best thing. Deep seated issues of misplaced affection aside, there were files he'd seen in his consultant role with S.H.I.E.L.D. talking about supersoldiers and the history of the projects. Top it off with the fact that this face, plus a ridiculous costume, had been plastered all over war bonds advertising during WWII and he now knows he's familiar.

Tony looks at Steve, then down at his phone. He shrugs and pockets it.]

That settles the age-old question of if there's cell reception in hell or not, but I've got to say something here. I would have thought a boy scout like you'd have gone the other way, if you catch my drift? [And he points up, just to make it clear.] Which you might not, since --[He's not looking so much like he's seen a ghost as he's kind of uncomfortable with this. He gestures towards Steve, then scratches the side of his jaw.] How old would you say you are right now? Give me a ball park figure here.

evening - after Clint 8D

[twelvepoints]

[Sitting back and doing nothing is a foreign concept to Aaron, whether or not he's at home or here on a giant turtle. Instead, as the evening gets darker, some degree of light seeming always overhead despite the hour, he's out scoping the area. Having already had a thorough walk through of the area over the course of a week plus, he's secure enough to know when something, or someone, looks new.

He catches sight of Tony walking with his crate of alcohol, pausing to watch him.]

Well, if I hadn't already answered the question of if there was alcohol handy or not, this would certainly be as blatant a hint as I could get.

[There is no missing the wry humor in his voice.]

You leave any behind, Optimus?




[OOC NOTE: If we ever get real Transformers, we'll make these references less specific.]

[iron_ego]

[Tony (now) knows that voice and the humour behind it, so when he hears it he just stops and rolls his eyes.]

You know, if you're that much of a fan, you could just say it and I'll autograph an arrow or something. This following me around's creepy.

Evening - Earth

[myothertights]

[Billy had been tired of not really doing much since he had arrived. Oh, he had explored, and the place was actually very nice to look at. He'd tried local cuisine and he had heard about all the dangers of wandering some of the sectors. He's also modified his residence to be a little more to his own tastes.

Right now though, he's taken to the air, kitted out in his uniform. That's when he notices the suit. It's not something he'd forget, ever. So he drops down a few feet in front of him and...holy shit. It is. The beer's an old touch though.]

Iron Man? When did...are you...what?

[Eloquent as ever.]

[iron_ego]

[Obviously someone's mother never taught him to complete his sentences. Not that it's a big deal to Tony -- people end up starstruck around him all the time, what can he say.]

Yes; today; I really am Iron Man -- [Used to the treatment, he holds up a hand and counts off the answers as he delivers them.] -- and it's a bottle of beer, kid. Never seen one up close? [He looks skywards.] What is the world coming to when underaged drinking isn't a problem?