Getting the lay of the land.

[arrogantalloy]

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.
Note: Prose or bracket spam are both welcome

(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."

Comments

B

[velveteenmage]

"The food isn't really worth complaining about." Hello, Tony. Meet a living stereotype in a short British kid sitting at a table drinking tea.

...Maybe less of a stereotype, most British kids don't do that with a Biyomon and Wizardmon.

"Honestly, it's not that bad."

B

[strengthinkindness]

In line trying to decide a meal for herself was a teenage girl. The long pink hair probably wasn't the most shocking thing in the world, but the light yellow, feathered wings might be an eye-catcher. A closer look would also show one such wing wrapped up in bandages.

Accompaying her were two Digimon, a Lopmon and a Floramon, who were debating what to eat themselves.

"Let's get a pizza..."

"I don't want a pizza. Do they have any chocolate?"

The girl laughed softly. "You have to eat something before dessert..."

[hot_nunchaku_fury]

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?"

A because I am a rebel.

[notmyprophecy]

"That's not how it works."

The one talking isn't a Chosen, but rather a Digimon. A Bearmon, with a tiny grin on her face. She's actually hanging from a nearby tree, upside-down. Somehow, her cap doesn't fall from her head.

"You're kinda stuck."

A

[revvinguptheharley]

On her way out of the meeting hall, Harley was distracted thinking about Harley related things and ran smack into Tony. Stumbling back she shook her head to clear it.

"Hey why don't you watch where you're going you..."

And then she got a good look at him and melted into a silly smile.

"Tall handsome new guy."

b) t-tl;dr?

[interspace]

"You know, I still don't know what to do with Rufus," Misha was saying as she entered the cafeteria. It wasn't the best place to grab grub, but at this rate she was more than willing to suffer the indignity until she could pick up a job or two and start saving up for something better. Apparently all of her funds had wandered off to the recycling bin when she had left Terminal Tokyo and left her back to he standard 1000 bit.

It was a regular barrel of laughs, really.

The Bearmon with her scratched at its chin, a clearly-learned behavior of watching her partner. "What do you mean, what to do with her?"

"She's cool," Misha said with a conceding nod of her head, "I'm just not sure how it's supposed to work having two partners. That and... well, Aizen..." She grimaced. Thelma merely nodded in understanding; it had been a great deal of paranoia when Aizen Sousuke had arrived, worrying Misha about potential illusions and falsehoods to be drawn into. His lack of presence at the moment didn't mean he wasn't there somewhere.

As a change of subject, Thelma turned and pointed toward the Dorumon and her partner. "Oh—hey, burgers today!"

Misha just grinned. "Sure, let's grab burgers. We'll get Rufus salad for missing out and taking a nap all day."

B

[needsteaplz]

"Hey now at least give it a chance before you dismiss it," An Elecmon sat at the counter. He turned his head and shouted towards the kitchen. "Hey, Saori, why don't you prove this guy wrong?"

A red head woman walked up to the counter and poked the Elecmon on the forehead. "Honestly, Guren, do you have to brag about my cooking skills? I'm not even here all the time. I just help the Damemon with polishing their skills."

She turned her attention to Tony now. "Well, since my partner here did call me out, I should give it a shot. So, what would you like? Nothing too high end, please. It's not my personal kitchen after all."