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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"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?"

"Everyone loves games." she retorted and shrugged "Besides there's only so much to do around here. No point in stealing anything except for fun. Starting fights only goes so far because everyone has Digimon to fight for them. The last time I had some real fun was when I was chasing this guy named Hawkeye in the dark." She cackled "He screamed like a girl."

"Hawkeye?" Yeah, that's what he's going to focus on right there. "How dark was dark? Like did you get an actual look at him?"

"Huh? Oh it was black as wearing a blind fold in a locked room with no windows at midnight when there's no moon and you're at the bottom of the ocean." She explained unhelpfully. "This evil digimon lady shut out all the lights. Anyway this big bear was on a rampage. Hawkeye tried to stop it. I was having fun so beat him up a little. He called me later. I pretended not to know him."

Babbling away as if she didn't notice that this was what Tony was focused on.

"Square jaw, short hair, likes purple, bow and arrow play and his sunglasses."

"Is he still here?"

While Tony and Clint didn't exactly know each other than what was on files and what was tiredly shared over Shawarma, it would still be good to know someone else here.

She shook her head making her ponytails bounce.

"Sorry Charlie. He got sent back. Why? Friend of yours?" She seemed to have no shame in confessing her attack on him even if tony was his friend.

Tony didn't seem distraught at finding out Clint wasn't still here, but at the same time he wasn't all that pleased wither.

"Uh, know. Only really knew the guy for a day, worked with him to save New York, actually."

If Tony knew Clint better he would have assumed he could have done something to deserve the attack, but as it stands he's just guessing that there could have been more brainwashing happening, or some weird hunger games thing going on at the thyme.

That would be giving Harley the benefit of doubt. She had in fact been bored and looking to maim someone.

"Well you know what they say. Traumatic events can bring people together. Saving a whole city like that probably brought you all a little closer."

He'll change his tone eventually when it comes to her, don't worry.

"Well, I didn't actually see him after that, just one or two others, sometimes. Well, one of them lives in my tower. But I wasn't always there until recently."

"Two things, one? What kind of tower? And two, try harder Mister Anti-social handsome guy. This world is all about the connections you make and personal discoveries making you stronger." Another gesture to the world around them as if they had moved from the spot they were in.

"Answering 2 first. It was Pepper's job to be social, and these people were assassins, a god, a national icon and a lean green fighting machine. It's hard to schedule a nacho party when those are the people you're inviting."

He runs a hand through his hair then pockets his hands.

"And tower as in several hundred stories up with my name on it, well not anymore but it used to have my name on it. With places to live, work with 10 floors of R&D."

"Well unless you can train your Digimon to be a Pepper it's up to you now chief."

She whistled, impressed with the structure. "Gotta love a Skyscraper. You get the best air time off them." She'd thrown herself off enough of them.

He looks down at Dorumon who looks back at him curiously.

"No training could make anyone as good as Pepper."

Tony nods at her skyscraper assessment.

"Well. Got to agree with you there. Most of the time it's one hell of a rush."

Admittedly when Loki threw him out his own window it was a rush too, but not nearly as fun as it could have been.

Harley sighed longingly "I miss the rush. It's been too long since my life was really in any danger. I should fix that sometime."

Maybe a trip out into the forest was in order. Or she could just start attacking short tempered chosen in disguise.

"Be careful what you wish for."

Tony eyes her a little, looking at her many adjectives went through his mind. But skyscraper base jumping wasn't one of them.

"But then, I don't actually enjoy free falls."

Getting the lay of the land.

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