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Who: Tony Stark ... and YOU!
When: Backdated to New Year's Eve
Where: Plaza
Style: Mun is used to brackets, but will match styles with whatever works!
Status: Open!

[once he dove under the water, nothing was what he expected to see. notably, there's a decided lack of New York City pipelines. or really, New York City-looking anything. he's pretty sure New York doesn't have underwater plazas.]

Jarvis, hey. What's going on here?

[he's suddenly hit by something even more discomforting: radio silence] Jarvis. Buddy. Talk to me. ... Right, I'll just talk to myself, shall I? That always works just as well. Okay. My AI link's probably just broken, thought I tested that in the underwater preliminaries, but but that's easy enough to fix ... I hope.

[he sits down on a nearby bench and notices a blinking icon in a lower corner of his HUD.] ... Okay. Uh. ... Yeah, sure, let's activate that. What's the worst it could do.

[the welcome brochure appears on holo-panels in front of him, and he frowns]

No Jarvis. But someone's hacking my systems. Okay. This is not good. This is not cool, and it's not funny. Fury, that you? It's got One-Eyed-Creeper written all over it...

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Nice suit there.

[Dirk approaches, hands in pockets, as that monologue ends.]

You're new, aren't you.

Mint in Suit, that's me. [he can get more forceful about finding answers soon enough. right now it looks more like Playboy Philanthropist time. he grins and holds out a hand to the kid]. Tony Stark.

Dirk Strider.

[He takes the hand, and doesn't hesitate to give Tony a handshake, but he doesn't seem all that impressed upon hearing the name. It's not one he knows, why should he care beyond the awesome robot suit this guy has?]

You got the brochure, didn't you? Welcome to Vatheon, enjoy your stay, et cetera.

Yeah, I did. Lots to process. There someplace I can crash, maybe figure out how to get all this off and take a nap while my brain files it all under the proper categories of W, T, and F?

You get a week's stay in the hotel, then you have to find a more permanent place to live. And trust me, it doesn't lose any of the WTF factor. You just get used to it.

As for getting your metal off, I might be able to lend a hand.

A more permanent place. Right, and since I'm pretty sure my billions aren't gonna mean much in local currency, how do I go about affording that, exactly?

... Hands would be good. Two would be ideal, two with access to power tools would be even better.

You don't need to. I doubt you'll be able to find it at the moment, but there's a tattoo this place put on you. You show it to the natives, and you get pretty much anything here for free. [Dirk lifts up the sleeve of his shirt to show his own, on his shoulder.]

Power tools I have in plenty. You're in luck.

Huh. [Tony's eyebrows shoot up at the sight of it. well, at least it's not palladium poisoning, and it looks nicer, and it matches the reactor. he could get stuck with worse markings] That's not suspicious and weird or anything.

... But yeah, power tools, let's talk about those. I don't know how much time I have left before I run out of juice and turn into a very big, shiny, talking paperweight.

It's only as suspicious and weird as the rest of this situation.

Well, your options are following me to my workshop and hanging out there, or waiting around here for me to get them and come back. You know what things it'll take to get that thing pried open?

Let's go with follow, for now. That way all the pieces'll be in one place if I need to cart 'em with me. Lead the way?

It's not far.

[And it isn't, though they have to make their way through a gated area to get into the Coral Corral. When they get to house number six, Dirk doesn't even bother entering the house, he just heads into the garage, which is a robotics workshop.]