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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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[Steph shrugs, rubs the back of her neck with one hand, like she's pretty sure she's got the wrong answer] Honestly, my knowledge of alcohol starts with cheap tequila and ends with cheaper vodka. [She doesn't drink anymore, but she did get involved with that sort of crowd a little, when she was younger]
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[But, is that a pang of sympathy at what she she's had to endure in the past. Cheap vodka? Ouch, that hits him right in the feels and he lets out some cross between a groan and a sight.]
Sounds like you are in desperate need of a teacher that knows his way around the bottles. Lucky for you, I just had a spot in my schedule open up. [He's all charm and charisma. Sure, she looks a little young, but so did the December twins during his calendar run.]
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Right. [Is... is he hitting on her? Is that what's going on? It sure feels like it, enough that she bristles slightly, but-- he's possibly drunk, and wearing something that looks like a highly advanced suit of armour.
Which means Steph doesn't want to risk pissing him off, so she manages a wry smile.] I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker. Haven't touched the stuff since I was fifteen.
[There is an unspoken, which wasn't that long ago! in there, just in case he hasn't realized she's still in her teens.]
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Good decision. You'd be amazed at how few people make it.
[Ah, the lamentations of the incredibly rich playboys. This one, by the by, is kind of disappointed.]
Fifteen? That had to be, what, four years ago? [He grimaces.] Long time ago and alcohol tastes a thousand times better when you're legal. What's the drinking age around here anyways?
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[If they... don't listen to his advice? Let's be honest, Steph is mostly mocking him with that statement.
And wow, okay, he is aware of how old she is.] Good guess, you make a habit of cavorting with nineteen year olds? [She's really not very good at that whole "not pissing people off" thing. Sometimes her mouth just runs faster than her common sense. And she's feeling kind of defensive, which just amps up the attitude she already has.]
I'm not sure on the legal age here, haven't had much of a reason to ask.
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I cavort with the interesting and the interested, long as they're of age. Which, oddly enough, nineteen is considered to be in many countries. [He makes a thoughtful noise and shrugs.]
So, we've covered the idea that you don't drink, which probably means you don't have fun. What is it, exactly, that you do do?
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Despite the flirting, though, he's not giving off creeper vibes, which goes a long way in her decision to not straight up bail on the conversation.]
If you think someone needs to drink to have fun, your world view needs some readjustment. [Alcoholic? Alcoholic. But the question leaves her a little flustered. She beats up supervillains???]
I'm a college student, with all that entails. I work in the library there and do some volunteer work at a local health clinic.
[Most of that is true, except for the clinic thing, but it's a good explanation in case she ever has to use any of the first aid training she's had.
Her life sounds fascinating.]
I'm sure that sounds boring to a man who wanders around in a metal suit.