thefolder | Getting the lay of the land.

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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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Tony blinks at her in confusion for a moment.

"Well, then it definitely rules out you coming from my world, there's that at least."

He makes a gesture to reference her mock excitement from before.

"That almost made me think you were."

"Sorry to get your hopes up." She laughed brightly and slid past him stroking his chin with her finger.

"But even if I don't know who you were, I'd love to get to know who you are now and who you're gonna be~."

The feeling of the finger stroking on his chin makes him raise his eyebrows and watch her.

"Suddenly All I'm remembering is what I used to be.... Hmm." He clears his throat then gives her another grin. "Believe me, it doesn't take long for people to find out who I am right now."

"That being said, I doing think there's a 'gonna be' for me."

That smile of his was dangerous. It should be classified as a weapon of mass distraction.

"Well now that's a pretty downer attitude." She admonished grinning cheekily. "What's the matter? You dead back in your world? We've got a few people like that around here actually..." Which was just another subject she'd love to study, but so far Cam was her only option there.

Why do you think he uses that smile so often and effectively

"Dead?" He shrugs dismissively. "Never really takes with me anyway. I'm very much alive in my world. Wait, a lot of dead people?"

Tony gives her a curious look.

"You mean people who were about to die or got revived, right?"

Harley shook her head once more making her ponytails bob.

"Nope, not very nearly dead but clearly truly really dead. Shuffled off the mortal coil and joined the choir invisible. Some of them even have other people from their world who can confirm that in their own personal timelines that yes in fact that person was kaput."

And she says this all so relaxed as if it makes perfect sense.

Tony stares a little.

"You were a poet back home, weren't you? Or really into Seuss books."

Dorumon shakes her head at him for that.

"But, at least this means this place has something to do with dimensional change than it does just moving people into a different place."

He's thinking aloud here.

"Aw come on, who doesn't love the good Dr. Seuss?" She chirped pleasently.

"Right exactly! Whatever you said." Clearly having no idea what Dimensional change means.

"The long and the short of it is, whatever whacky computer program brought us here could send us back at ANY MOMENT! Without warning even! I think it might be on the fritz."

"You mean other than the guy himself, right?"

Well that seems a touch good for Tony to hear actually and he looks rather pleased about the fact he could just be sent home as suddenly and as quickly as he got brought here.

"Well, that's at least some good news. Wasn't sure how much more of that I was going to hear now I was here."

"Bah, details."

She waved her hand once more dismissive of the subjects she had run out of interest with. "Could be minutes. Could be months." She sang songed amused with herself "For all we know you could be here for ten years watching everyone around you come and go all the while cut off from everything you ever knew and unable to bring yourself to make connections with others because you've been hurt too many times by the digital world taking them away again."

Tony just gives her a flat look, suddenly wishing he knew where some scotch was.

"You're really terrible at this welcoming commitee thing."

He shakes his head, really not at all comfortable with the idea of being here a year, let alone ten of them.

"You'd rather I lie to you?"

A lopsided and unstable grin, because it's harsh but she's being honest if only for the sake of comedy.

"Point. Still, you're bedside manner? Needs work."

He gives a vague shrug.

"You looking forward to being here 10 years?"

"Well excuse me Mister handsome face. But my sexy nurse costume got left in the world I was taken from."

She stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Heck no. I'd kill myself if it would do any good. But all that happens is about six hours later you wake up in the hospital feeling hungover.

"Nurse costume? Really?"

He pauses for a second then shakes his head.

"Not important. Although the not actually dying part. That's. Interesting. So just six hours and wake up with a hangover? Sounds like M.I.T."

"It fits me pretty snug~"

She just loved the looks on their faces when they saw her in that outfit.

"Or Gotham U." She added with a snicker "Yeah the Digimon who die hatch days, sometimes weeks later but so far when chosen die they wake up in the hospital just sore and embarrassed.

"Well, embarrassing would be a new feeling."

Tony seems to tune out for a moment as he thinks about the whole death thing.

"Makes sense I guess, we're just data, so really it's just a respawn. Interestingly enough. And like all data, it can be changed..."

"Being shameless helps." She snickers. "See but MY big concern is if we're all data then what happens if someone hacks it right? We've already seen what it's like when there's a glitch in the system."

"Nobody says hack anymore. Not that it would really be a problem. The amount of code it would take just to have you operating would be immense, that's learning systems compiling of preexisting data, accurate response times that match up with the preexisting data just so the memory drives don't corrupt because you aren't moving how you know you should be."

He gestures as he talks, nothing big or annoying just hand movements here or there to punctuate or try to add to the word vomit he's supplying.

"Knowing where to change data just in one of those streams without knowing exactly what you're looking for, would be a nightmare. Though if it was just for one person then it could happen just by inserting random nonsense inreupting feedback. But there's what at least a hundred of us here, but the monsters, if there wasn't at least one security matrix running to keep the data safe, then I'd be more than a little concerned."

Harley's eyes glaze over, clearly not at all that up to date on anything he's talking about. When he finishes she shakes her head to clear it.

"Sorry I think I just died a little. All I heard is "Blah blah blah I'm so good looking blah blah so damn smart blah nothing to worry about."

Tony blinks for a second, he's so used to people not knowing what he's talking about, but at the same time never realises when he's actually going over peoples heads.

Unless he was in the Iron Man armour, then it was hard to miss being over their heads.

"Uh, I think the last part was the only thing I said. The other two well, true, but unmentioned."

"Oh, well that's good. I mean aside from the whole glitch thing that turns everything upside down and inside out and whacky. It really is too bad we don't have some kinda computer that plugs into all of this." She gestures vaguely.

"Or at least one I can play my MMOs from."

"Everything is already upside down, inside out and wacky." Excuse him a moment of grumpiness of not being at home antagonising J.A.R.V.I.S.

"Wait, there's no computers here at all?"

He's also going to ignore that MMO comment.

"Well I've seen a few. They don't work very well though. No internet access outside of the network our Terminals use." She held up the device in question.

"Alotta video games though."

"Nothing I can't salvage, from the sound of it."

He pauses and then raises an eyebrow at her.

"Big on games, aren't we?"

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Sorry if any of this sounds like crap compared to actual programming.

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