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

[amelioraate]

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.

Comments

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[wingedman]

Bird armor.

[Sam's got a piece of scrap - something that looks like it used to be a chunk of machinery - under one arm, and a tinfoil wrapped plate that may or may not have sandwiches made from last night's roast beef in the other hand.]

An alloy that's light enough to allow flight, but still capable of pro-

[Sam looks down at his feet.]

What have you done to the goddamn roomba?

[amelioraate]

I made him better, he just for some reason thinks that shoes are dirty because they go in mud, I tried telling him otherwise but he has a stubborn streak in him.

[ Tony doesn't look up from what he is working on, at least not right away. It takes him a few more moments of tinkering before he grins and finally looks up from.... a remote?

Totally a remote.]

And bird armour? That's what you want? What kind of bird, and are you shooting at it because that I am pretty sure is animal cruelty. Also, do I need to add a camera to this or nah?

[wingedman]

Uh-huh.

[Sam looks unimpressed.]

Make the robot move, my hands are full of your shit.

[Not that Tony asked for the sandwiches, but he and Michael are getting sandwiches anyway, because Sam likes to keep them fed. Deal with it, Stark.]

I'm not shooting at a bird! [Sam looks slightly horrified at the thought. Why would you even, Tony?] I just want him to be safe, that's all. And no camera. Maybe a tracker? [Although he seems to know where the bird is at all times anyway, but a tracker still might come in handy.]

[amelioraate]

Hey! Leave Zippy alone, he is just... well he's trying okay.

[ Tony taps a screwdriver on the ground a few times and the roomba whizzes over, like a whistle. For robots. Whatever, it works and it leaves Sam roomba free to come into the space, scraps and sandwiches and sass.]

Uh huh, why do you want bird armour-- wait, nevermind. Okay, armour. And a tracker, I can do that.

[ he peers at the things in Sam's arms, clearly curious.] What ya got there? Anything fun?

[wingedman]

For my bird.

[Duh.]

Sandwiches and...hell, you'll have to go through the scraps to see if there's anything useful. Might just be more metal to melt down.

[The plate gets set down carefully on the desk next to Tony, and then he bends down and puts the assortment of junk on the floor.]

[amelioraate]

[ are you-- Tony levels a look at Sam. no shit, for your bird, that wasn't what-- whatever. ]

Uh huh. And here I thought it was for your beanie baby collection.

[ you are lucky you bring him food, Wilson. Tony looks curious about the metal, more so than the food. he was horribly good at ignoring the need for food.]

Looks promising actually, thanks! I'm trying to get enough shit together to make a prototype for a defence turret, this is good.

[wingedman]

Well, I mean, they could use some protection from the mice.

[Sam just rolls his eyes, though.]

Let me know when you wanna take measurements, I'll get him to come in. He's not crazy about most of the buildings around here.

[Just nudging the food closer to Tony. Eat, you dumbass.]

You'd think they'd give you what you need for that instead of having to beg people on the network for scraps.