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