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."

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[arrogantalloy]

Tony raises an eyebrow at the hot sauce bottle.

"How little is a little heat. I mean I've eaten chilli dogs, indian curries, and discovered that wasabe really knows how to clear your nostrils."

He picks up the bottle and eyeballs it more.

"What I'm asking is, what's the scale, and where is this on it?"

Dorumon starts to lean in to get a look at the bottle, but Tony pushes back her face causing her to give a sulky but not upset whine.

[needsteaplz]

That made her stop to think. "Okay maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration. And it's a milder version of what I'd use since the full strength ones have actually gotten banned in a few countries. I keep telling them it wasn't a weapon, but they never listen. It's only several hundred times hotter than Tabasco or Sriacha sauce."

Still it was super funny and cathartic when she anonymously gave her world's Loki a cake with that hot sauce-spiked frosting. Honestly he was asking for one since he always harassed her.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony raises an eyebrow at the bottle when she said it was a milder version. Glancing at her before putting the bottle back down on the table.

"Yeah, sounds a bit rich for my blood. But hey." He looks up at her and grins. "If anyone else from my world shows up, maybe you can get them to try it."

In saying that he takes the ketchup and starts to put it on his burger.

"Though, I like normal spicy things."

[needsteaplz]

She laughs sheepishly.

"I should probably work on a milder one then. I wouldn't want anyone to miss out on it." Then something else rather donned her and had to facepalm for not noticing earlier. "Oh geeze, where are my manners? I know my digimon partner said my name but that's not a proper introduction. My name's Saori."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony blinks at her thoughtfully, then puts the bottle down.

"Tony Stark."

He looks over at Dorumon who blinks back at him, tilting her head a little.

"Dorumon."

He gestures to her indicating he was introducing her.

"Hi!"