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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.
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."
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."
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That's one of the sad things about being Tony Stark, you really know nothing about Gotham or Metropolis.
"The last time. Technically, a nuclear weapon. Not really our choice, but I dealt with it."
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"Sheesh! Like defused it? Or did you have to get more creative?" That was the thing about nukes. Sometimes it just wasn't enough to cut the red wire! Sometimes you had to have your friendly neighborhood dark knight fly away with it dramatically and possibly die.
...or something.
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He smirks playfully.
"I took it through a wormhole and directed it at the mothership of an attacking alien force."
He said simply with the shrug of an eyebrow.
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Her ponytails seemed to wilt at that revelation.
"You're not Kryptonian are ya? Because that sounds like some major metahuman muscle and magic to pull off a massive mixture of heroics."
The girl loved some alliteration.
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"I think it's too early to judge."
Tony blinks at her reply.
"Alliterations aside, no. I'm not a... Kryptonian? Just a man in a can, keeping the world safe... Among other things."
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She whistled impressed "That's even more astounding. And lucky for us! We need more guys with brains instead of brawn around here. Real geek heroes with a thing for tech." She reasoned with flourish.
"Too many kids around here and too many people with super powers that don't work anymore."
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He smirks.
"But hey, at least it's got you excited, it's something."
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"But all the same, great to meetcha!" She bowed gracefully "Doctor Harleen Quinzel at your service. But you can call me Harley."
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Watching her graceful bow, Tony cant help but indulge her with a polite leaning bow of his own.
"Quite a name you've got there, Harley. Tony Stark."
He gives almost a shrug as he introduces himself.
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"Tony Stark!? THE TONY STARK!?"
And then instantly calmed down and pretended to examine her nails.
"Never heard of ya."
Put a playful wink.
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"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."
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"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~."
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"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."
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"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.
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"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?"
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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A lopsided and unstable grin, because it's harsh but she's being honest if only for the sake of comedy.
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He gives a vague shrug.
"You looking forward to being here 10 years?"
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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.
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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."
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Sorry if any of this sounds like crap compared to actual programming.
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