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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)
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Not necessarily tired, just a guess. Do you like sugar in your drinks? Hazelnut, french vanilla, any other kind of flavoring I should keep in mind? Or-- straight up black?
[ Adjusting always took time, but since he wasn't screaming or otherwise being a danger to himself or others, Eugene was confident he'd do fine. ]
Anything you need? We're pretty good at looking after our own, since we're all in the same boat, so-to-speak.
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(Nah, that wasn't his style. He was more the quietly hold everything in until it burst out. For now, he seemed surprisingly well adjusted if nothing else.)
Something to do? So far everything just seems pretty boring. I'm not used to having so much free time.
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[ He'd recently opened this up for another patron, hadn't expected two to want it. But it was dark, it was loaded with caffeine, and he had plenty of it to spare. In short order, he slid a steaming, decently hot cup of the stuff in front of him. Then leaned on his elbows on the counter. ]
Name's Eugene, by the way. If you need anything, I've been here almost two years, now. Just ask, I'll see what I can do.
But first, tell me how that is.
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(Tony waits for it, and when it is set in front of him he eyes it with a hint of suspicion. Well, here goes nothing, though he'll settle for a small sip at first. Which, it turns out, was probably for the better as it has him coughing, but laughing as well.)
That pack a punch. I like it. I think it'll become my regular.
(Another cough and a wipe of his eyes, before he took another tentative sip of the cup. Yes, perfect.) Two years? You must have met the past-me, then, if I'm not mistaking.
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Your regular? How about we settle for 2 cups while I keep a ready stock available?
[ The humor dissipated a little at the statement, averting his eyes for a moment to a spot just past Tony's head. It was brief, but noticed. ]
Not mistaken. We weren't close, but he was pretty popular. Why, you wanna know the good the bad and the boring about him?
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I've been getting the feeling of that. Seems to know everyone. Not that I mind, it makes for interesting conversation and I plan on knowing as many people as I can too, but. Yeah. Something like that.
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[ Eugene wasn't about to stiff his clients, but he also wasn't going to let them start anythign that would be unhealthy. Even if they claimed tolerance, that's what they all said. ]
He was a good guy. If you see Jack-- er, Jack Holden? Ginger hair, lots of freckles, really dorky... try not to mention zombies around him. It didn't go well the first time.
[ And had he had a time of trying to smooth that over. Regardless of if this Tony was going to heed his advice was relative, he'd have a laugh either way. ]
So, what's your favorite and least favorite thing about Luceti so far?
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(Normally Tony would say that he didn't know Tony Stark, but, apparently he did, so that wasn't likely to work in his favour just now. Maybe later, when he had built up a tolerance for this, though with the way it was already making him feel like he had a buzz, it might take longer than he thought, but God was that a good feeling.)
Jack Holden. No zombies. I think I can do that, even if zombies are generally my favourite when it comes to horror books or movies. They're not something I just bring up without prompting. Why did I mention zombies before?
(See, the only problem was that now the idea was planted in his head. Even if it was to not mention it, he couldn't help the curiosity over what might happen if he did.)
So far? I don't really have much to say about it. Obviously the least favourite is easy, if not that we're trapped here, I miss my lab, and all the equipment I had in it. Favourite...booze is free. That's nice.
sorry for the late reply D:
We, uh. Our world's got a bit of an apocalypse problem. Of the zombie variety. Sometimes we get a little paranoid about it. If you ever do want tips on how to actually survive an apocalypse, we can give you eyewitness accounts of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
[ Time to make that second cup, making sure to make it a good brew. He'd missed Tony, and even if this wasn't the same Tony, that didn't mean he shouldn't be treated like a friend. ]