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riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
buildsomething) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
[open] so don't worry about tomorrow
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.
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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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?"
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"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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"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."
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"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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"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."
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"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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"What've you got in mind, blondie?"
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"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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"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."