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[ o p e n ] it's like a test it's like a game

who: Tony Stark and various others
what: gotta catch 'em all
when: The month of May
where: The Quarantine (more specifically, the defence office, the communal housing, wherever you want to find him)
warnings: Tony Stark is a warning. But in all honesty probably language, I will update if anything changes.
notes: feel free to ping me on plurk (estivaate) or discord (estivaate #9914) if you want a starter! I don't plan on having Tony affected by the fireflies himself, but if you want to have your character interact with him, that works too! (Or you have an amazing idea I can subject Tony to, that is also a thing.

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From the information that he got out of Loki the day before, he was supposed to wait until he was sent specific coordinates before he went cavorting about the moon. Well, not specific coordinates, apparently they were 'vague astral points' or something like that, but they would work as well as they could hope in order to get Tony to the other side of the moon in his armour to locate the mineral that the god was so keen on having.

Honestly, Tony wasn't entirely sure why he had agreed to this (yes he did), but he had, and at least it got him out of his own head and out into the world around them and--

Well, he could certainly use the time to also take some scans of the moon, diagnostics and maybe some deeper scans to figure out just what the hell might be in some of the jungles. Not that all of his scanners and aspects of the suit were up and running at an optimal level just yet, but it was still better than nothing that was for sure.

Humming a quiet tune, Tony flipped the faceplate of the armour down and dialled 'Starshine' in his phone, talking as soon as the godling picks up.

"So, I am caffeinated and ready to go, I am also waiting outside patiently for you to get your sleepy ass out of bed and get down here." There is a smirk on his face, in his voice, as he speaks. "I have a present for you."

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Tea. Tony had promised Stephen tea (and the good kind) for helping him out with the whole magical glitter flower bullshit, so Tony went out and got more tea than he thought any one person might possibly want to consume in a week. Then again, Stephen was known for making more than a few ridiculous life choices, so maybe he would consume it in a week.

Tony hoped not.

The point was, he was looking incredibly proud of himself for the basket of assorted teas (the best of the best here, apparently), fancy new kettle, and tentacle mug up to the common area. Honestly, he was the most proud of the mug, it did look an awful lot like the terrors that Stephen liked to consume, so clearly Tony had to get it as a part of the thank you gift.

Putting everything on the table, Tony began to get to work to make a cup of tea.

"Stephen! Your payment for glitter is here!"

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If anyone were to wander past the office belonging to Michael and Tony, they would be greeted with pure chaos and noise. And even some chaotic noise, just to make sure that everything was well rounded out.

Tony had pushed furniture to one side of the room and, in order to keep the sentient toasters and coffee makers out of the communal kitchen, had more or less turned half the office into his workshop. That meant that there was loud music (well, loudish music), pieces of scrap metal and salvaged things strewn all over, and more tools on sitting surfaces than was probably healthy. There were also scribbles of ideas plastered on every available surface, a few computers and tablets with bright blue light projecting static looking schematics (clearly, Tony missed his workshop and Friday and her capabilities, he still wasn't back up to speed here).

Oh, there was also a lot of cold coffee, half consumed, in mugs all over the place. Because sometimes Tony didn't pay much attention to where he left his mugs when he was doing something.

If you are feeling adventurous enough, you can wander in. Just watch the roomba that will probably try to eat your shoelaces.

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Ever since the festival a few weeks back, Tony had discovered that he had developed one hell of a sweet tooth. Well, perhaps not a really sweet tooth, just a pointed appetite for the delicious chocolate pastry that he found at one of the food vendors. He knows that it wasn't one of their seasonal specialities (he made sure to ask about that) but he didn't ask where the place was usually located when not sitting in the middle of the park.

So, whenever the genius got the time, he set out to find himself those delicious little pastries filled with chocolate.

And sometimes, in his wanderings, he looked more than a little lost.

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Your level of jolliness increases with your proximity to that suit. Gods, but you're early.

[ A glittering, green translucent figure shimmers into life beside Tony while the real Loki sits in an equally sparkly summoning circle in their communal lounge. The astral!Loki looks just the same as his operator in a hoodie and jeans, clearly not needing his protective gear because, well, he isn't really there despite being able to interact with his surroundings, and he needs no defenses from Tony the same way he did from the parasitic Mother when last he used this spell in child form. He wanders forward, unencumbered by wards.

Loki plants a hand on a twinkling hip and gestures to Tony, a reluctantly curious smile cocked in place. ]

Where's my present, then? If you say 'it's me', I'll be unimpressed.

Am I? I actually slept for a whole four hours, so I was thinking that I might be late actually.

[ No he didn't, he is lying. He was up most of the night trying to make sure that everything in his suit was prepared for today, and that his ability to scan through varying layers of rock was up to par. Not that it wasn't before but, well, he might have gone out for some new samples and then had to raid the network here for information on different kinds of geology and--

Whatever. Point was, he was ready.

He also was fiddling with a small token, a coin of sorts, that, when Loki asked about presents, he runs his gauntlet along the way Strange showed him. Tony still gives Loki a look.]

Wow, I am a magnificent gift, and you know it, Starshine. But, no, not just me.

[ As he finishes speaking, a bunch of shimmering wildflowers, native to the moon, show up between them. They are clearly astral, though they don't shimmer green like Loki. Rather, they seem to be in muted pastels, but colours nonetheless.

Caution, Loki, when your astral form takes them, your physical self might get a small glitter shower.]

Can you be allergic to these? Let's hope not.

[ 'Surprised' is an understatement. His brow lifts and he doesn't immediately touch the flowers, instead reaching out to feel their magical signature.

His squint intensifies. ]

... Did you get Strange to conjure these?

[ And the surprise curdles into confusion as Loki, back in the apartment in his glowing circle, transmits the image of his astral body eyeing Tony warily. The 'Starshine' is encouraging, but ... ]

[ Thank god for the helmet, Loki can't see the look on Tony's face right now. Still, the armour makes his small shrug seem a bit larger as the flowers hang between them.]

Well I certainly haven't mastered the mystic arts myself, and while I could probably make you holographic flowers eventually, I was short on time.

[ There is a pause as he watches Loki again a moment before the armour goes into stealth mode, allowing Loki to see his face, one eyebrow raised.]

What, is that a bad thing? I mean, I know you were joking about the whole date thing but I --

[ You should probably stop him, or he is going to go into ramble mode. It's not a prank, honestly. Surely, there is glitter, but that is more in honour of the nickname Starshine than anything else. And he feels like Loki would at least appreciate that (he asked Strange to make is green and gold, just for the godling ).]

You got me flowers. For a date.

[ Not quite knowing how to process his life briefly becoming a sitcom where a billionaire is giving a down-and-out godling something so sweet it ought to be cheddar-based, Loki blinks between the flowers and Tony while shifting his feet on the spot. Even Verity laughed at him when he took her flowers for pizza-night, once. It's not typically something anyone does anymore, not unless they happen to be a hardcore Asgardian bard. And this isn't a date, not really. Is it? That was a line he fed Stark to try and ease them back into some sort of coping mechanism after what occurred at the rave, mostly so the man wouldn't hate him. If he knew it was a joke then why did he bother petitioning Stephen for a gift? A goodwill gesture? No, that's what this mining excursion is. So what in the name of Odin's missing eyeball is happening?

#BewilderedByFlowers, that's his current status.

Less wary and more quietly flustered in his inexperience (guess how many people have actually dated him, much less brought gifts in tow), Loki echoes Tony's shrug and doesn't quite make eye-contact with the helmet's filtered face. ]

It's not bad, I just didn't expect — Blech!!

[ Loki's astral form blanches when he finally touches the petals; his real body yelps and falls backwards as green-gold glitter (?!) explodes all around, and the connection is briefly lost. Astral!Loki vanishes into thin air mid-cough.

Tony will have to wait thirty seconds alone. ]

[ Whatever reaction Tony had been expecting, it wasn't that.

The genius blinks at the spot where Loki had been a moment before, both him and the flowers gone between one breath and the next and Tony wonders idly if maybe Loki only liked a certain type of glitter.

Also if maybe the god would take the flower and resulting glitter as being less of an actual gift (albeit one that had a twist, he is a trickster god, after all, Tony thought he might appreciate it) and more of an insult of sorts. Which was not his intention at all, and that is the thought that Tony gets stuck on for the thirty seconds where Loki isn't there and--

Shit.

He was just about to call the godling again, make sure he wasn't about to come out here and murder Tony (or turn the suit pink), when the godling's image flickers back into vision. Tony is rambling right away.]

Wait, please tell me you aren't actually allergic to glitter? I mean, I know I joked about it yesterday and I couldn't not get you more glitter, I mean you do look good in it, but that wasn't the point. And I get that it's a joke, the whole date thing this was really just me stepping up, because that is what I do, right? I just--

[ Just what exactly? Tony snaps his mouth shut.]

Um. Sorry? But

[ The newly re-appeared astral body twinkles in far more places than before as evidence of the glitterbomb lingers on Loki in real-time. His expression is resignedly flat minus any anger as Tony rambles on, already having swallowed the fact of how novel it must have seemed to prank him and brushed off the likelihood of every Avenger in the Quarantine learning of it within the week. He's more annoyed at himself for letting his guard down so easily but, no matter, he won't make a fool of himself again. ]

You're hilarious. The site we're heading to is on the other side of this moon, so can we get going? If you're done playing at comedic chicanery.

[ Floating into the air, he zooms off like a very verdant ghost and expects Tony to keep pace. ]

Well the glitter at least looks goo-- hey!

[ Part of Tony wonders if this is going to start some kind of prank off between the two of them, but he can't really find himself to be upset if that is the case. The look on Loki's face was kind of entertaining, he just hoped that the god wasn't actually upset with him.

Perhaps he will make it up to him later if he was.

IN the meantime, he was busy playing catch up to the flying form, catching up with a pulse from his repulsors, voice loud enough over the speakers to be heard.]

Is this where we play tag? Or would it be cheating with the whole non-corporeal thing you have there?

[ Flying is better than anything even when it's fake and astral-based. Through his projection's eyes Loki watches the moon go by in houses and civilisation, forests thickening at a rapid rate below like a dark blur. ]

Can't you keep up? I'm not even really here and I'm winning.

[ There is a scoff at that as Tony pulses forward, turning his head back to look at Loki. You can read the amused look in the tilt of the armour's head.]

You don't have to worry about drag, non-corporeal form is cheating I tell you! And how far are we going out, like actually other side of the moon?

What did you think I meant when I literally said, 'the other side of the moon'?

[ He zooms ahead sometimes, lingers behind at others. Does he need to? No. But it's satisfying to pretend there's a race going on and it'll hopefully keep Tony entertained. ]

[ Oh for the love of... there is another annoyed noise before:]

You are known for embellishing tales there, silvertongue. Can't blame me for asking.

Not those to my benefit, Man of Iron.

[ The flight is going to take as long as Tony wants it to, with Loki able to keep up in his astral form. As the Quarantine falls away into Jungle, the godling twirls around and pretends to ride the wind that can be seen rustling the trees below. ]

Silvertongue isn't used as a compliment, usually.

[ Just to point that out. ]

[ that... is something that he is going to touch on later. much later.]

Uh huh. Well that's ridiculous, how is that an insult? Is it because it isn't gold?

No, because it's a nice name for a nasty tool. Irony, Anthony.

[ Soft laughter isn't necessarily happy as Loki zooms ahead, his form translucent like a much too glittery hologram. He keeps his gaze ahead. ]

It's like you expect Asgardians to be base-level pleasant just because you've seen Thor on his good days.

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