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tushanshu_logs2012-09-01 01:58 pm
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open | Tony Stark/Iron Man
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.]
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.]
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Yes, Jarvis, I'm quite aware.
[He drops his arms and looks an the little bundle of joy.]
Oh, so you're just the latest in a line of intelligent clones with bad fashion sense?
[Doubtful tone: HE HAS IT.]
Try again, half-pint.
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As far as clones are concerned, I am the first. Other people have a different story.
[Right here on the turtleback, too.]
Who's Jarvis?
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[Yeah. Burn.]
So, you're telling me other people have volutarily dressed like that and gone out in public?
[Eyebrow. Under the visor. But that clone comment's interesting and some section of his brain starts firing off about the science of it.]
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[A kid who is not likely to give in easily at all.
And one whose eyebrow arches even higher.]
Like you have so much room to talk, Mr. Roboto.
[Okay, so he hated the song. So this is an insult.]
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[Scoffing. Scoffing about this.]
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[And then he turns around and leaps off the edge of the roof, landing on the next one with a roll and, red, yell, and green and all, he merges with the shadows until he can take cover from whatever detecting mechanisms the armor provides to this... Iron Man. He will not be bothered anymore.]
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[The HUD comes alive at his command, scanning the little Robin, recording the visual and switching to infared for as long as he can be tracked. Huh, and it takes less time than he expected. Interesting, and--]
Weird.
[Very, sir.
Tony shrugs and kicks in the repulsors. There's a whole lot more town to explore.]