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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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[While he's a bit disappointed that some of the friends that have yet to appear haven't shown up this month, it doesn't stop Cielo from partaking in the time honored tradition of saying hello to new arrivals to the bubble. So when he spots the interesting looking man (is he wearing metal armor? How does he even move in that?), he moves to greet him but stops when he hears the man talking to himself and just watches and listens for a bit, the word AI particularly catching his attention.

When Tony moves to the bench, Cielo finally says something. That guy doesn't seem like he's very happy right now. Which he supposes is to be expected.]

You okay bro?

[Enjoy the Jamaican accent, Tony.]

Hello handsome.

[And she wasn't talking about the potential guy inside the nice looking piece of equipment.

Don't mind the child looking red head that seem to be examining the suit.]

Me? Uh, yeah, I'm fine -- [he's a little distracted, scrolling through the brochure, but looks up]

Except for the part where I don't know how I got here, and I'm not really digging the fact that someone's hacked my system, and if anyone around thinks I'm really gonna be intimidated by being kidnapped again, they've kind of got several more thinks coming.

So a nice ticket back to New York would be good, if you've got one. I was in the middle of something important.

[you compliment the suit, you compliment Tony, and really, everyone should ANYway. he looks in her direction and flashes a smile]

Hi. Who's in charge, here? I've got, uh - some technical issues I'd like addressed.

Oh, that's normal, ja? [As he talks, he starts counting off on his fingers.] You're doing something and then you're here and you're confused and all that.

You can try to find a way out if you want, but nobody's ever found an exit except to just disappear. Poof, like how they came.

[well, at least the guy's to the point. and Tony might just be staring at the dreads because those are impressive, okay. really impressive. and purple. he's waiting for him to break out the glowsticks]

Yeahuh.

And this ... [scanning, scanning, scanning. aha. he pinches a bit of the brochure holo and blows it up to take a closer look] this coral thing, it powers everything?

[he's not even gonna try to pronounce it until he's heard someone else say its name]

[This hair is awesome and fabulous you don't even know. Cielo doesn't know what glowsticks are, but if you asked he could break out some jammin' latin rhythms.]

The Lamufao? Ja, that's what everybody says. It's definitely some kind of magic.

[he wouldn't be loathe to simply walk on by and ignore the hunk of whatever in the plaza. that's exactly what Walter intends to do when, out of some long running bad luck, a local hustles up to him. he's shoved a towel, a fake smile, and pointed in Tony's direction with a lame pat that's supposed to be a push. and there's no getting out of it, so with a deep exhale through his nose, Walter strides up and extends the rainbow-colored (complete with cartoon bubbles) towel at Tony, looking cross.

words? Tony doesn't get any]

Nice suit there.

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

You're new, aren't you.

[Washu glances up at him and smirks a little. She's just going to ]

If you want to know who's in charge, read the handy pamplet you were given. So, what kind of technical issues are we talking about with this beautiful piece of equipment.

[He looks at the man on the screen.]

Unless Jarvis-san finds himself or herself in this world, they will not be able to answer you. You have been transported to Vatheon.

Hello sir. I assume you would appreciate a more in-depth explanation than the one offered in the pamphlet?

[Aaaand cue the guy who looks straight out of some high-fantasy novel and most definitely exceeds six and a half feet.]

[There's an equally wet woman glancing at you, Tony. It's not every day you see a man in a metal suit talking to himself after you've been kidnapped. Her arms are folding across her chest (white tank tops and water do not mix well), wet curls clinging to her as she tries to work out if it's worth talking to what is likely a hallucination. Clearly she's been drugged if she's seeing this.]

... Who are you?

See, that doesn't fly for me. Wrong answer, try again. And the judges would appreciate it if you'd include a little actual science in your answer, because magic? Doesn't exist, sorry.

Already read it, not a fan. Had more unanswered questions than a cancelled Whedon project. ... But I'd start with getting this all off without breaking it. It's one of a kind, and the assembly platform didn't exactly float down here after me in tidy little Stark Industries crates.

Huh? Oh, hey, hot towels, nice. Don't suppose there's any sake to go with this somewhere....

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.

[so this might be a Japanese thing? makes sense. they were the ones closest to duplicating his tech, even if by a long shot. he frowns a little at the face on the feed]. Yeah, okay. So are you the one who hacked my feed, or do I have to take my beef and my grudging compliments to somebody else?

Wow. Uh, sure, thanks .... Lemme guess, I'm here just in time for DragonCon?

[on the contrary, white tank tops and water go very well. he offers her a quick smile] Tony Stark, also of the freshly sodden club. You have any idea how you got here?

[Nope, not at all, but Tatsumi does happen to be Japanese.]

You should probably take your compliments to someone else. Just like you, I was transported from my own place and time to this underwater city. You might find some information in a brochure that is likely close to you.

It's real where I come from.

[He doesn't mean to argue. After all, he can easily believe that the world this man comes from doesn't have magic.]

[that's not his concern to answer, stranger, so just take the blasted towels and let him be on his way. he keeps them held, gaze stony; unmoving, but not looking very happy]

[Naoto looks to him as she's passing by after a shift. She blinks seeing all the armor. He's like a miniature version of the mechs she likes to build at home. She's pretty sure that it's high tech and would love a chance to get a look at it.

However, she does not wish to be fanatic about it and walks up to him calmly.]

Welcome to Vatheon, sir. Is there something you would like some help with?

[She shakes her head.] Not really. I'm just... here. You? [This is the part where she hopes he's just as confused as she is. Elektra is pretty sure she can't take a guy in a metal suit assuming this is real.]

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