002 ❂ just know you're not alone, cause i'm gonna make this place your home [action]

[jern]

(ooc: sup, Luceti, how are you all this fine day? Over the past few, Tony's been out about around town getting the lay of the land, trying to work out the who's and the what's of everything, so have some logs. Feel free to date them to whenever during his first week here. Yes good.)

Ⓐ Good Spirits
( Is it any real surprise that Tony had made his way to the bar? But really, where else was he going to go? After Abel had lead him back into town, he had thanked him profusely as he pointed him in the direction of the welcoming centre, and after spending a brief time there, getting the information packet of sorts, sorting out housing and whatnot, the next stop he had made was to the clothing store to get something proper to wear.

While he had mentioned to Steve that he wasn’t exactly a huge fan of the idea of hiding his wings under clothing, for now he would keep them tucked away, just because he didn’t know of a tailor. Yet. He would have to find one of those eventually because where he sat at the bar, he was pretty sure he looked exactly like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, because he didn’t quite have control over them yet to tuck them against his back fully, and it was all around just awkward. Stupid wings.

But with clothes on his back he had decided that this was the best place to start. He definitely needed a stiff drink, and hoped that he would find some kindred spirits, as it was, who also enjoyed a good drink now and then. Which was why he was sat at the bar, slowly nursing a glass of scotch. At least the alcohol here wasn’t too bad, so he had that as a comfort.)




Ⓑ Library

(The library would be where Tony would be spending the bulk of the next few days. That, and the bar, that is. But the library lent itself to research, and when he had nothing else, at least he could let himself become absorbed in books. It wasn’t like this place had wifi, much to his dismay. And so he was now spending his time reading both fiction and fact.

You’ll find him at one of the many tables with a multitude of books laid out on it. There’s a few empty paper coffee cups around on the table as well, he’s been running back and forth between the library and the coffee shop nearby.

Feel free to suggest books, drop off coffee, judge him for what he’s reading. He is just bored bored bored, someone needs to rescue him from it all.)




Ⓒ Fountain
(The fountain seemed like something of a meeting point, which was why Tony was lounging by it. He wasn’t exactly sure who he wanted to meet, but he was there, should anyone want to meet him. Or rather, should he see anyone interesting stroll on by he might grab their attention. He had heard that he had been here before, and he had to say he was interested in that fact, because he had no memory of it.

He's gone and picked up a sketch book and some pencils, both coloured and plain, and he has the book propped up against his knee with the pencils balanced on the edge of the fountain. If you steal a glance at the paper, you'll see that he's currently working on sketches of a new suit, one that will accommodate the wings, both in styles where they're given space inside the suit, and ones where they have their own ability to be spread. He knows they can't fly, but with his suit technically he can (not that he's sure he can even get one up and running here, but still), and it would look cool if he could unfurl them in the air. Like a project he had worked on once upon a time back home.

All in all, he looks very interruptible, if nothing else)

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Library!

[ahappylie]

[Bored, is it? Well, that's just terrible.

And seeing how Tony is surrounded by books and coffee cups and generally looking like he's concentrating, Souji just has to come bother him. The samurai is surprisingly quiet when he wants to be and tries to sneak up behind Tony so he can drop an origami crane on his head.]

[jern]

(Quite so. And isn't it just? He's used to always having something to get his hands into, but there's just not enough of that here. At least, there's not enough that he's been told about yet.

He is concentrating, to a point, at least. Though it's one of those points where it's between actually concentrating and falling asleep. He keeps slipping off into a sleepy state, and that is why he doesn't notice being snuck up on, and why his body jerks so violently when the crane falls on his head, bouncing off it and into the coffee cup. Oops.)

Oh shit. (Quickly he made to fish it out.) Uhm? (Glancing behind him, now.) Is this yours?

aj;f sorry for the long wait, got sidetracked on hiatus

[ahappylie]

[Aaaaah, there goes the priceless fruits of his painstaking labours!!! It took him a whole three minutes to make that, Tony. A whole three minutes.

Souji stepped to the side, trying to look appropriately dismayed that his little crane was now sopping wet with coffee as it was shown to him.]

It was, but now it seems to be drowned.

[Have fun figuring out Souji's gender what with him wearing a kimono and being the girliest thing alive. He gave an exaggerated sigh and then noticed the books, leaning forward to poke at them.]

What's all this? Homework?

[quantumgrammar]

Reading seemed to be a popular hobby in Luceti, as could probably be expected of a charming little village almost completely isolated from any kind of outside world. The urge for escapism among a portion of the populace was inevitable, and Rosalind for her part was only gratified that they seemed to be cultivating a highly literate populace for it, rather than a local cult.

Pausing alongside the table that's growing up a small fortress of books around its inhabitant, she canted her head to read the spines, eyebrows lifting mildly at the range of titles present in even one stack.

"Eclectic reader, are we?"

[jern]

Tony had always been somewhat of an avid reader. At least, when he had the time, and didn't have his fingers deeply buried in some design he was working on. But when he had the time, he could devour book upon book, whether they be fact or fiction. Fiction gave him the opportunity to get away, as was the point, and he had particularly enjoyed the likes of Game of Thrones and such. Fact, on the other hand, taught him something new, and he was always willing to learn. A mix of the two, well, that had certainly lead to a few interesting projects.

Now, however, he had plenty of time to read whatever caught his eye.

"Something like that." Tony glanced up and gave her a smile. "Not like there's too much else to do around here."

[quantumgrammar]

She hummed in agreement, resting her own pile on the edge of the table (computer programming, spatial and temporal coherence, scientific glassblowing, the Meditations).

"If ambition were a sin, this would certainly be a tidy little Hell for it," she remarked, level and English and utterly bone-dry, before offering her hand. "Rosalind Lutece."

Fountain

[stopmjolnirtime]

Highly interruptable by anyone's standards, doubly so for an Aesir that has not seen his Shield Brother in quite some time. Thor's spent the past few weeks on the journals sparingly and thus, unfortunately, missed Tony's return to the Village. While out collecting a roast bag of coffee that he has come to enjoy so much he notices a familiar figure and rather than bellow his joy from across the plaza jogs to the fountain to see him.

Still silent, he pulls a notepad from his pocket to write, tapping Tony on the shoulder to catch his attention.

Man of Iron, you have been greatly missed!

Fountain

[jern]

Tony had heard a rumour that Thor was around, but he hadn't actually had the chance to run into him yet. He had wondered if he knew him in his past...visit, that he apparently had had. And if he did, well, he would be quite pleased to inquire him about it. Maybe it would help him get his bearings a little clearer. Maybe his past self had been working on some project to get him off, but then he'd been brought back. And in general, it was just something he was curious about.

There's a surprised, but pleased look on his face when he turns around, though a curious glance at the notepad.

"Cat got your tongue, Thoreeo?" He laughed and got up, offering a hand to him, though part of him wondered if he'd end up getting hugged. "It's good to finally see you."

Fountain

[stopmjolnirtime]

Thor manages a bit of bot, clasping a hand around Tony's and pulling him in for a swift, one armed embrace. It is good to have another from his world in this place though the thought does come with a mild twinge of guilt. There's much for Tony to handle and to be pulled from such things is ever disconcerting. When he steps back he shakes his head at the question and the nickname. Tis a new one based upon Midgardian pastry, if his memory serves.

One thing I had not expected in this place is the impermanence of death and the Price upon one's return to the land of the living. My price was my voice, for a few months more.

Good Spirits

[layersoflies]

[Okay, maybe she isn't a kindred spirit, and maybe she's still under the drinking age, but she's had hallucinogenic tea and she figures that probably counts for something. Actually the true reason for Abigail being here is coincidental and very simple, she's a teenager looking for a greasy snack...how normal can you get? Well, even if nothing is normal, fries are...fries transcend the multiverse as the typical teen snack food which is why she orders a huge, heaping helping of it.

Hannibal would be shocked.

It doesn't stop her from indulging herself in her guilty pleasure with a side of strawberry daiquirí...hold the rum. It's only then that she notices Tony, while turning from the bartender to pick a seat, huddled at the bar in all his lumpy glory. Abigail can't say she's much better, though she managed to cut holes just big enough to fit her wings she's not exactly a tailor, but she makes it work. Her hair and her scarf hide anything too shabby...and of course the wings.

Again, today she's wearing a scarf, that seems to be a constant for her...trademark perhaps. Today it is a light and whippy viscose scarf.

She hesitates to join Tony at first, shifting from one foot to another, but the fact that the man is sitting there drinking by himself seems very lonely to her so...what the heck. She approaches benignly.]

Mind if I sit?

Good Spirits

[jern]

(Tony was going to find someone to fix his clothing, okay. Sure, Steve may have said that a lot of people kept them hidden because they wanted to keep them safe, but Tony was just a little too vain to put practicality first. He'd always been that way, hence why the Iron Man suit had been bright red and gold, instead of a neutral colour that would help with camouflage. He wanted to be seen, whether it be by someone who wanted to kill him, or just people in general.

He turned to the voice, and let a smile spread across his face. The girl from the journal! His eyes darted from her face to the fries, and then back again, and he let out a soft laugh while pushing the stool next to him out with his foot.)

Only if you're going to share those.

(Which was said as he reached out to snag one off the plate.)

Not bad. The first thing I had was a cheese burger, extra meat extra cheese. Tasted like home, too.

How are you?

[layersoflies]

[For her part, Abigail couldn't see the point of keeping her wings safe if all she was ever going to feel was the discomfort of them the entire time. In spite of all of her self-preservation instincts. Also, just because you keep something hidden doesn't necessarily mean it's safe, that's just the way she sees it.

She parroted his smile, not that it could be helped since it was an infectious smile]

Only if you don't eat all of the crispy ones. [And when she sits down she moves the plate between them.] I like the crispy ones.

[She emphasizes this by taking one of the crispy ones and eating it first.]

Hm...you're trying to put me in the mood for a burger too?

[Apparently extra meat and extra cheese tasting like home is a universal thing.]

I'm fine...adjusting. [She says as she leans back to have a look at the lumpy things on Tony's back. Yeah, those bundled wings look pretty bad from here.] Ah...so how are you doing?

coffee shop (A Shot in the Dark)

[z_jay]

[ Work was busy, but he liked it that way. Not that there was profit being made, or that he had a quota of hours to fill, but because it meant Luceti was talking. Even if he preferred journalism over being a businessman, he could get used to being his own boss. He took pride in serving the patrons that came, listening to their stories and imparting some of his own. So when he spotted a familiar face enter, the result was his face looking as though he'd seen a ghost.

If he was here, then there was a possibility that--

No, no he was going to keep his cool, wait to see if he was recognized. If not, he wasn't going to add pressure to someone who might not be the Tony Stark he'd become acquainted with. ]

Newfeather?

coffee shop (A Shot in the Dark)

[jern]

(Coffee was good. Very, very good. A necessity, really, with all the books he had been consuming as of late. Plus, the coffee in this place wasn't half bad. It might not be as convenient as his souped-up kreuig back at home, but it had a personal kind of touch to his triple espressos. He didn't have the patience to actually make them at his new apartment, though for the most part that thing was just barebones anyway, at least so far.

Tony glanced over and let a soft chuckle pass his lips when he was spoken to.)

That obvious, huh? (Though he had noticed the look he had received. He was used to getting them by now, it seemed everyone remembered him being here, save himself.) I'm still getting used to everything, but I'm thankful for this place.

[z_jay]

This place is the legacy of a lady who's not here anymore. I'm just the guy who runs it now.

[ Ah, so he was a newfeather, which wasn't necessarily wrong or bad. He was a little disappointed, but not with the man who stood before him. Certain things couldn't be helped, and it wasn't a fault of his that things were... complicated regarding the comings and goings of folks. So, gears shifting, he moved into serving mode ]

So you're adjusting to life here pretty well? Also-- what kind of order will you be having today? I'd make a guess, which would be the more caffeine the better.

Fountain

[endgames]

[Dragging a dolly with boxes stacked atop it from out of the grocery store, Shikamaru has to pass the fountain on his way back to the convenience store. He's halted in his tracks upon spying the figure sitting nearby it, a flash of recognition sparking across his face that makes him do a double-take.

The sudden lack of momentum causes the boxes to slide sideways with a scraping sound. Regaining composure at the warning, he quickly refocuses and adjusts, putting out a hand to steady them.]

Fountain

[jern]

(Tony raised his head at the sound of the scraping, brows going up as he watched the rearrangement. He frowns, just a little as he does so, and he sets the book he was reading down, getting up and moving over to the other man.)

You okay there? You know, if you stack them a little bit differently, they won't fall over if you stop.

Fountain

[wildbluevagner]

[Kurt is just strolling through the square and sipping on a soft drink, minding his own business. Looking like your average teen with bad fashion sense and drooping pants with boxers peeking out.

Then he sees Tony, and it's like he's choking on his current sip. He drops the cup to the ground as he looks towards the man whose been gone.]

No way! Is this some kinda joke?

Fountain

[jern]

(Tony turned around at the sound of the voice, and as there was no one else currently around, well, it had to be directed at him, didn't it.)

I'm failing to see it myself. Care to point it out?

Library

[frost_jewel]

[Tony's presence is so unexpected that Mia walks right by him at first, preoccupied with the search for a specific book. Seconds later, another aisle over, she whispers Tony so quietly he probably doesn't hear it, backing into a stack of waiting-to-be-shelved books. They fall over and Mia hardly notices, headed out of the library entirely.

She returns a few minutes later with a cup of coffee. Long ago, he told her how he liked his coffee, and she has yet to forget it. Wordless, but excited, she leaves the coffee at the edge of his table, mindful of how likely it is that he won't know her at all.]

[jern]

(Tony did think he heard someone say his name, though when he turns he doesn't see anyone. Just a heap of books that used to be stacked, that he quickly goes over to tidy up. Why? Well, he's not sure. But there's something about the order in the rest of the library that, despite the mess at his own table, is nice. It makes finding things easier, that's for sure.

And then he goes back to his book, poured over it, scratching words into a notebook, and chewing on his lower lip. Until he notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and he glances over to see a cup of coffee, and an excited girl. It makes a smile spread across his lips, though.)

Are you the coffee fairy? Have I drunk that much already that I'm starting to see things?

Fountain

[ignite_the_stars]

[Anakin was walking backwards, with his attention focused on the blue and white domed-top droid following behind him. They were deep in discussion though the droid communicated only in differing beeps. But Anakin was unique in that he could understand droid binary without the help of a translator, like almost everyone else needed. He just knew what R2-D2 was telling him. It was due to his Force talent with all things mechanical.]

“But we have to at least try to build one. How do we really know they aren’t-”

[And that’s when he bumped into something- or someone, actually.

Tripping forward and turning around, Anakin looked up at the man with the sketchpad.]

“Sorry!” [He said it quickly, looking bright with embarrassment.]

[jern]

(Perhaps Tony should have moved out of the way when he had raised his head to watch the two of them coming towards him, but there was something so fascinating about them that he had been, in a way, stunned by it. The young boy and the robot seemed to be talking to each other, and more importantly understanding each other. Almost like the bond he had with Dum-E and You, but that, whatever it was, seemed more advanced than his simpleton helper robots.

The bump shook him from the thoughts, of course, though it made him laugh too.)

As you should be.

(There was a joking tone to his words, though, and a bright smile as he knelt down, focus on the robot. Droid. It looked like R2D2, and considering he had already met Luke Skywalker...it wasn't too far off. But he had seen decent copies, too, in the past. At conventions. But meeting the actual one? Well, that still seemed far off in some ways.)

What is this? It's gorgeous. You were talking to it, weren't you?

Fountain!

[theideaguy]

[Sokka may not look like it to Mr. Stark, but he is something of an inventor as well. And while Tony may or may not decide Sokka is worth talking to, Sokka nonetheless will nonetheless find it interesting to see a full metal suit with wings sticking out the back of it. Toph did that once after all, though she couldn't fly.

Seeing the sketchbook from afar, he looks over to see what he's drawing. He comes up behind him, admiring the sketch without saying anything, instead just seeing what it is Tony is coming up with. Minding his own business and all.

Okay, Sokka is going to bite. He has too. He can't help himself. He's too curious.]

Suit of armor?

[jern]

(Now now, Tony is hardly one to judge someone's skills based on their size and age, considering how young he was when he first started with his own. Genius could lie in young hands, although his choice in hairstyle was questionable. But kids these days were into the weirdest things. Like the hippie movement all over again.

yes, because looming isn't at all creepy, Sokka. Way to go there. Tony is caught up in the little details so he doesn't even notice, plotting in where he would needs gears and cogs to allow for movement of the wings, to lay them flat against the suit for aerodynamics. And so there is a bit of a startle when he's spoken to, though he regains composure and casts a glance over his shoulder, and nods.)

Something of one, at least.