[open] so don't worry about tomorrow

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who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment


i. wandering

Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.

Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.

He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.

And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"

ii. drinking

Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.

It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.

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drinking

[worldsaway]

By now, Thor's anger about being here and being utterly confused has mostly subsided. He's not in a good mood by any means, but he's getting used to the idea that he can't stomp and shout his way out of here.

He has good faith that Heimdall will intervene, anyway. He obviously needs to be patient, and the best way to be patient is to drink his troubles away and bide his time in bars.

He's spend a considerable amount of time here, and Tony's boisterousness has caught his eye once or twice. There's a weird, niggling feeling he gets whenever he lays eyes on the man, but he's getting used to having that for many people here. Eventually, he gives in to the desire to be that drunk and that carefree, so he approaches and sets himself and his drink down next to Tony.

"You seem almost happy to be here."

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Tony turns his head slightly as someone settles down next to him out of vague curiosity, though he can't help but give a an appreciative smile to what he finds. Whatever this place is, it has no shortage or eye candy. He can get behind that kind of thing.

Of course, then the fact that something was said filters in, and Tony gives a short laugh. "Let me share with you some wisdom, Hang Ten. There's nothing in life that a drink or five can't improve on." He lifts his glass and salutes the guy with it like an illustration. "I don't have to like it, but I can enjoy it."

[worldsaway]

"It will take more than five drinks to make this place tolerable." He says in a sour voice, but he takes Tony's salute as a prompt to down more than half of his pint in one go. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gives Tony a long, inquiring look.

"Have you just arrived as well?"

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The drinking gets an impressed look, at least. Though for a guy of that size, it'd be more surprising if he couldn't knock them back. Maybe this will turn out to be an interesting night after all.

"Not according to everyone else," he says with a snort, once he drags his attention back to the conversation at hand. "People keep telling me I've been here for a while, but hell if I can tell. You'd think you'd remember a place like this, right?"

[worldsaway]

"They tell me the same." He says, suddenly he's taking Tony much more seriously. He hasn't met anyone yet who is in the very same situation as him.

"I woke up here with no memory of this place, people I've not seen before seem familiar with me and people I know seem comfortable here. Surely this place cannot offer anything home cannot?" He questions, earnestly. He's a tiny bit drunk, for a God.

"It seems limiting." He pauses. "And the ale is weak."

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"Yeah? Go figure." They don't seem to have much else in common, aside from maybe being unimpressed with the booze at hand, so that rules out a couple of theories. Not that Tony's been working too hard on coming up with them. It's a thing, they're all stuck, whatever.

"What's home then, if it's more interesting than being on a moon?" He can't help but be a little curious. The kid who'd been fascinated by rockets might be giddy about actually being on a different planet if Tony hadn't shut him up ages ago.

[worldsaway]

"Moons are trivial." He says, in a flippant tone. "Home is Asgard. It is the home of the strongest and bravest warriors in all of the nine realms. Of which I am Prince, soon to be King." And he doesn't sound smug at all.

"Where is home for you?" He asks, almost out of obligation, though he is a little curious.

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Asgard. Sure. This guy has already had one too many or he's just completely off his head, but either way he at least isn't boring. Tony can put up with stories of the 'nine realms', whatever the hell that is, in exchange for something amusing.

"Malibu," he says easily. "And let me tell you, going from a mansion to a dorm room is one hell of a letdown."

[worldsaway]

"I've not heard of it." Says the man who claims to be from a fantasy realm. "But I understand what you're saying, of course. I lived in a palace and they expect me to share quarters with ten strangers." He shakes his head. "Perhaps we ought to settle here, in this tavern, as protest."

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"Protest, huh?" Tony flashes him a wide, teeth-baring grin. "I like it. This place might almost be more comfortable. And it's got way better access to the booze." He probably wouldn't actually sleep in a bar, he draws the line on getting that drunk, but it's a hell of an idea.

And if he can convince his new friend to do it instead, all the better.

[worldsaway]

"It seems a fine idea to me." And not just because he's been hitting this stuff and his Asgardian ale stash pretty hard today. No, it's all a righteous fight against the quarantine.

"What were you back home, then? To be living in a mansion."

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"Just your usual captain of industry," Tony says, toasting him with his glass at the question. "Grew up rich and made myself richer."

Which probably didn't mean much to a guy who was apparently royalty. Or delusional. One of the two. "But I guess you're used to castles or whatever, right?"

[worldsaway]

"How admirable of you. Everybody enjoys a story of trials and tribulations." Is that sarcasm from the big, muscular Norse God?

"Yes, something like that." And yet he can't think of the specific word for what he lives in, because for some reason he just doesn't know what it is. "I am an accomplished warrior, though it's not won me any mansions as I recall."

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Whether it's sarcasm or not, Tony just rolls his eyes in response. He's heard all the jokes about how hard his life must be, he can't even pretend to be offended anymore.

"What, like winning a fight so you just get the other guy's house?" He gives him a long, appraising look, though it's pretty clear it's not actually serious. "Gonna be a short one if you decide you want mine."

[worldsaway]

"I don't need to fight anyone for their house, I have a castle." He's just not getting the joke here, Tony. That's probably not a huge surprise, however.

"At least you know your limits." Thor can't help but laugh, and with a laugh comes a slap on the back for Tony. "So, what does a Captain of Industry do for fun?"

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Tony coughs out a breath as the hand slamming into his breath catches him off guard, but he just shoots the guy a look out of the corners of his eyes. Doesn't know his own strength. Good to know.

"Mainly? Drinking," he says as he gestures to the glasses around them. "Or Vegas or a club or two. Seems like I'm gonna have to stick with just the drinking here."

[worldsaway]

"Surely they have something more entertaining, here." Thor gestures around vaguely. He doesn't have clubs where he's from, though, so maybe he's thinking of a brothel.

"Perhaps we could broaden our horizons- and our protest territory." He mostly just doesn't feel like wandering around alone. Not while he's buzzed. Just seems like a lonely waste of time.

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"Oh yeah?" A smirk slowly spreads over Tony's face. He'll be the first to admit that he's got absolutely no idea what the guy is thinking, but he's pretty sure it's something entertaining. Moreso than anything else he's found around here, anyway.

"What've you got in mind, blondie?"

[worldsaway]

Thor stands up before he even tells Tony what it is he wants to do. There's a slight wobble to his stance, he's been slamming moon-ale almost all night.

"Surely there's a club here. You will show me a club here." It goes from a friendly suggestion to a demand in about half a second. "Or we can find a place where friendly maidens gather."

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The command earns an arched eyebrow, but what the hell. It's not like just sitting here drinking is all that interesting.

"Fair enough, your majesty," he drawls as he knocks back the last of his drink and gets to his own feet. There's a slight spin to the room, but that's nothing Tony can't deal with.

He tosses Thor another grin, then gestures. "Come on, then. Let's go find a maiden or two."