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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.]

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[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.

[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?

[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.

[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]

[ 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. ]

_{( 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. )}

Stark? That is you, right?

[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.

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

[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?

[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.]

Edited (plus ten logic) 2012-09-02 16:14 (UTC)

[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.]

[...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...]

[Hey, valid question. Far as he knows, kids are supposed to spend all their time on the internet, talking about how they all want to be Iron Man. And, you know what? He'd totally be okay with that.

Also, that height of Damian's? Yeah. Not very impressive to him. He actually widens his stance a bit, losing an inch to close the distance between them.]

Kid after my own heart, what do you know, but it doesn't take brains to flip off your curfew. Let's see your signed note.

[GAWD, BEING A GOOD INFLUENCE IS HARD.]

And the name's Iron Man, tyke.

... that is so not iron. [Technical? Hell yeah.] And, sorry, things in writing can get complicated.

[Head-tilt, and appraising pause. But the data from the mask shows the suit is, in fact, impressive enough to make up for the flashy.]

Robin.

This is so not the prototype. [Which was, he will have you not, actually iron and, yes, he is seriously having this conversation on a rooftop with a kid that's only just been potty trained.]

And, for the record? You look nothing like a robin. They have a whole feathers thing on the happen.

[... and suddenly, he's smirking, slightly.]

I'm so not the prototype, either.

[Not that the first Robin had feathers. Until the change of name, that is. But he did have reason to be Robin.]

Edited 2012-09-02 17:05 (UTC)

_{( 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. )}

No. He didn’t.

[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.

[Before you speak up again, sir, may I remind you that you are arguing with a ten year old on a rooftop. Score one for obvious AI commentary.]

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.

Edited ( ) 2012-09-02 19:20 (UTC)

[Okay. That's confirmed three things: (1) This works for Fury, or isn't arguing the point at least. (2) He's got one hell of an aim with that bow (professional, or an all-night FPS addiction). (3) He's got no sense of humour.

Hold. Revise possibilities on the last one. (3) He's got a dry, to the point sense of humour. If that's the case, Tony can work with it. If not, well, he's not the first lost cause in Fury's ranks.]

Hey, hey, hey. Watch the paint job, Robin Hood.

[He says it with his hands up in a faux surrender gesture, one that he breaks to retrieve the arrow. He kicks in his thrusters to launch to the roof, landing and pausing to look at the arrow itself.]

Okay, then I'm betting it was for your people skills. [A distracted quip.] So what do people call you anyway?

[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.

_{( Clint is more than used to being called Robin Hood, so that just earns Stark a pointed look. Be more original, man. He watches idly as Iron Man arrives on the roof, more impressed than he lets on. It’s not as if he isn’t familiar with what the suit can do, at least abstractly; but seeing it actually doing those things is another matter entirely. It’s pretty cool, okay. )}

Well, if you’ve already met Nick, you should know that people skills are definitely high on his list of priorities.

_{( Which was why he and Clint got along so well, really. They were gruff and blunt and grumpy at each other all day long, and it worked out rather well for both of them. That arrow, by the by, isn’t anything too special—just a very sharp tip on the end of a polycarbon shaft. No tricks in that one, but a fine enough point to slice through just about anything. Clint holds out his hand, expecting it back. )}

Barton, mostly. But since you’re in that, _{( looking pointedly at the suit )} maybe Hawkeye’s more appropriate.

[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?

[You know, this? Is taken absolutely serious.]

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?

[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]

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