thefolder | Getting the lay of the land.

Who: Tony Stark & Anyone who wants to meet Tony!
What: Tony's Dorumon has helped him come to terms with this world. Now he's wandering it.
When: December 4th
Where: Around the main terminal area and the Meeting Hall.
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(A - Outside the Main Terminal)

Tony and Dorumon have just exited the main terminal, Tony's looking a little frustrated at his whole predicament, Dorumon however looks vaguely amused at how stubborn Tony was about the whole existence of the digital world and the fact he was brought here.

"You know, if anything any of you has said is even remotely true, then all I need to do is get to a computer then I'm going to program myself right on back to New York."

"Uh, huh. Knock yourself out on that one. Because I don't see it happening some how." Tony just huffs at her.

"You make arguing, really difficult. I don't like it."

"Ya huh, and you'll get used to it."

"Not if I can help it."

"You really can't."

"You know, you're still talking. But I remember you something about finding me food." Dorumon just makes an amused sound and keeps leading him to the Meeting Hall.

(B- In the Meeting Hall)

"A cafeteria." Tony stares not looking all that impressed with what he sees.

"Ya huh."

"This isn't food."

"Of course it's food. What do you eat back home?"

"Burgers, omelettes, hot dogs. Who cares what I ate back home, cafeteria's aren't food, they're cardboard on trays"

"Who said that?"

"Boarding school." To be fair, Tony hadn't been in a boarding school since he was 15, and at 48 he was a long way from 15, but that doesn't mean that he can't remember how terrible the food was, considering how much his dad had paid for the school it was pretty much insult to injury.

"They have burgers."

"...I'm only trusting you with this once." He points a finger at her before heading over to where he can get himself a burger, as Dorumon just rolls her eyes.

"Ya huh, sure."

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Mikey is already there, grabbing a few different things to eat, and in what seems like a very strange combo, so Tony will find himself at least slightly contesting with a orange haired teen, with bright blue eyes and freckles. Said teen is dressed mostly in greens and browns, except for the bright orange scarf with baby turtles knit into it on his neck. There are two digimon with him, a Leormon at his feet heckling him about how he should just go buy food, rather than eat here, and a Salamon on his shoulder trying to tell the Leormon off.

"Oh come on, let's just go get something somewhere else. What about Pizza?"

"We just had pizza, besides Mikey's trying to save his bits for other things than feeding you."

"Like you had any less then me last time?"

Tony's eyebrows raise pretty high seeing the teenager and he's digimon arguing.

"Huh. And suddenly I feel like I know what it's like watching me and Pepper."

Dorumon chuckles.

"Really, that's what you two arguing like? Because it seems boring."

"Top trying to think you're good at arguing." Tony just shakes his head at her for this.

"Heh, if you think that's arguing... you should see me and my brother Raph argue... oh well no, we don't really argue, Raph just beats me up, but Raph and Leo arguing, now that's an argument."

Mikey offers with little preamble, smiling at the Dorumon. "Besides, this isn't them arguing, this is how they talk about things. It's actually scary when they get along and agree."

As he talked the teen grabbed a few more things before looking over at Tony. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to be in the way. You don't look familiar, are you new here?"

"Is this a past tense thing, or are your brothers here too?"

He slips his hands in his pockets as Mikey continues.

"Yeah, I bet. Well I've been here for a few hours so by defination I'm new here. Still kind of doubting the places existence, but he it's kind of what I do."

Dorumon just sighs at him, she's tried so hard to make him believe this is all real, and not something to just get out of.

"Only one other brother's here. But it's not Raph or Leo, it's Donnie."

He answers the question casually, smiling at the other.

"Yeah... I wouldn't have believed it for a long while if Donnie wasn't here already when I showed up. But the longer I'm here... the more real it gets." The last part sounds less than happy and both the teens digimon stop their discussion to show him a little affection, the Salamon by resting her head against his while the Leormon bumps his leg with his head.

"H-Hey, guys, it's alright... I'm alright." He adds, trying to laugh it off, but he's only covering the sadness that had slipped out with more happiness.

"This is starting to sound so very Italian, with the names."

Tony watches Mikey, and even without the digimon he could see there was a certain amount of unenjoyment. Tony really isn't one for feelings, especially with someone he doesn't know.

"Well, this is a Kodak moment right here."

He takes a hand out of his pocket to gesture to all the digimon love.

"We're from New York, but our dad named us after famous artists. There's Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and me, Michelangelo." He says, smiling a bit. "That's why we go by shorter versions."

He waved it off after a moment. "Yeah, these two like to do that. They get all worried cause I went though some hard stuff just a bit ago, but it's over now and I'm doing much better, they just don't believe me."

"New York, huh? Well, I'm going to guess you're from a different New York to me then. But the shorter versions, good idea, less of a mouthful."

He almost tilts his head slightly, kind of curious what kind of hard stuff he could have gone through for such a clearly cheerful and outgoing kid.

"Probably... Unless you've been hearing about Ninjas in New York, and... well no I think the news has only had that one report on ninjas." He shrugs lightly. "Yeah, I like the smaller versions too, mostly only our dad calls us by our full names... oh and Leatherhead mostly calls us our full names."

He smiled, doing his best to distract from the idea of what he had gone through from even popping up in his head, it was the easiest way to try to forget about it all.

"Ninjas? Ah, no. Not really... Although..."

He spares a thought for Natasha, because if he had to stretch the term for what constitutes ninja, she'd certainly be at the top of the list.

"Um, leatherhead?" He looks at Mikey for a second. "Little young to be into that, don't you think?"

Any reaction Mikey would have had to the first response was overshadowed by the pure confusion that he showed when he heard the other part. "Huh? What do you mean by that? Leatherhead is my boyfriend. I'm sixteen now, I think I'm old enough to date."

Tony raises an eyebrow.

"Wait, Leatherhead is a who, not a what?"

He contemplates this for a moment then nods accepting manner.

"Alright, no, you can be as 16 and dating as you want then. Believe me, I'm the last person who can tell you no on that front."

Tony was a little relieved to find out that whoever leatherhead was, that he was a person and not some fetish he had never heard of, because he knew the second that happened, he would be officially old.

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