Crash landing is the only way to make an entrance.

[arrogantalloy]

Who: Tony Stark, and anyone who comes across him.
Where: Somewhere on the front lawns.
When: July 2
Rating: G most likely
Summary: Tony arrives.


[Tony remembers hitting the ground, he also remembers JARVIS trying to tell him something was interfering with the suit. Everything between these two events are hazy]

...JARVIS?

Sir?

Where are we? And how did something manage to down the suit without touching it?

I am unable to pin point our location, sir. There is no data on what caused the suit to fail. Apart from superficial scratches, it seems that the thrusters are currently offline.

Well fix it, JARVIS.

It seems to be wiring damage, there's nothing I can do, sir.

Good thing we're on the ground then.

[Tony sits up on his elbows and looks around the area, seeing a building not too far away, then he slowly gets up. Opening his mask and looking down at the scratches]

When we get back to the tower, I really need to work on a paint that's harder to scratch off.

Keeping focused on the priorities, like always, sir.

Just focus on finding out where we are, JARVIS.

It may take some time.

I don't care, do it.

At once, sir.

Comments

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave pauses when he sees Tony talking to himself. He waits for the man to finish up that conversation before approaching the supposedly insane person.]

And here I thought the mansion could do no worse than bring someone in with DID. Thanks for provin' me wrong, since it looks like we now have someone with schizophrenia.

[He'd compliment the suit, but he has priorities, and the first priority is making sure this guy won't attack him with a knife.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony raised an eyebrow as he hears the voice and looks over at the blonde boy.]

As long as the list of things that are wrong with me are, multiple personalities isn't on there.

Going to go on the theory that you kinda live here. So tell me kid, where is this place, and do have a tool box?

[For the most part, Tony wasn't concerned about the boy being there. He just knew he needed to fix the suit so he could get back home.]

[urnewkingbitch]

May as well fuckin' live here considerin' I've been here for a year.

[He shrugs.]

Wonderland, as in Alice in Wonderland and all that shit. The closets should have whatever you need so long as you think it before you reach in there. Sometimes, they give you somethin' completely different 'cause they seem to have a sense of humor.

[akapeanut]

[George hears the crash from her room. She makes her way down, cursing at herself a few times because she's been waiting for the event to blow over before bringing up the sixth death thing. She really didn't think anybody was going to get killed by talking flowers, but apparently they found away to prove her wrong.

Man, those flowers must have quite an arm to have thrown him this far.

She does her best to ignore the person-shaped hole a few feet behind him as she waves for his attention.]

Hey. You okay?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony glances at her as she waves and flashes her a grin]

Oh yeah, I'm fine. I was knocked out of the air for no explainable reason, and my systems don't know where I am. But I'm good. Suit took most of the damage.

So, what's this this place? Testing site for new tech? School for 'gifted kids' .... The Shining 3D?

[There had to be a reason he was brought down, and while the first two both seemed more plausible to him than the last, Mansion in the middle of no where wasn't something you could just rule out]

[akapeanut]

[She snorts.]

Uh, no. Unfortunately it's even more insane than that.

You want to come in?

[splinterself]

[That suit is sweet.

Dirk waits to approach until the stranger appeared to be done talking to himself. His AI? (Oh god, what is his responder doing. Dave said time stopped back home, but...fuck.)]

Hey.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks over at the boy]

Hey.

[He gives him a nod.]

I didn't your grass. hope you don't mind, I would have avoided it but something shorted out my thrusters.

[splinterself]

Not my grass, not my problem. Besides, I know how tech failure goes. [Vaguely sympathetic in a, "I generally avoid that 'displaying emotions' thing in large quantities, but that feel? I know it, bro," sort of way.]

Name's Dirk and...uh, before I forget, make sure you're carrying around sawdust. I know, it sounds fucking ridiculous, but trust me on this. [And no, he's not going to elaborate on the involuntary transmogrification he went through.]

[libraritology]

[You know who takes frequent walks outside on days with nice weather? This lady.

...although she doesn't usually encounter large machinery just sitting out on the grass.

Machinery with a...human...face.



Huh.]

Excuse me, are you...are you all right?

[Always considerate towards the things that might be potentially dangerous.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks up at her and smiles]

Well, I am now. Just having some technical difficulties.

[He glances around the place before looking back at her]

If this is your place, I can pay for the...

[Looks at the small crater he made]

...New koi pond.

[libraritology]

[Oh. Well then. Isn't he charming? And so polite. Evelyn smiles back, albeit somewhat apologetic.]

There's nothing to worry about, this isn't "my place," and I'm certain whatever damage you've done will repair itself in time.

[Wonderland has a funny habit of doing that.]

My name is Evelyn Carnahan. What...might I call you?

[Formalities first, Mister Metal-Man.]

[doesntmiss]

[Have you made it inside? We'll assume you have, and sort of continued wandering from there. Which is where Barton is too, actually, on the way to the kitchen for something to eat. Spots the familiar horribly subtle and unobnoxious red and gold.]

Fashionably late, huh.

[arrogantalloy]

[Stops to look at the owner of the voice, his helmet under his arm by now. He quirks an eyebrow at him]

It's the only way I know how to arrive.

[He looks him up and down]

I knew you flew the coop, but you flew to a place like this?

I've always wondered about your sense of style.

[doesntmiss]

With this place, nobody gets much of a say. Thor's around, too.

[He shrugs. And, well, somebody else besides them. He's not bringing that up yet, but at least Tony will take it more easily than Thor probably did.]

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock heard the impact--rather hard not to--and was hard pressed not to at least find a room with a view of the impact zone from which to spy down from. He certainly didn't recognize the metal gear the man wore or his face (though from the second floor that would have been difficult at a distance anyway). He considered for a moment going out but chose instead to stay as others mingled with the metal man, watching his body language and forming some quick deductions. He wasn't dangerous at least.

One of the many perks of living on the same floor as the dinning hall and occasionally the library is getting to 'randomly' bump into other people of interest. It's hardly random when Sherlock happens to be near one of the more communal areas as the newcomer becomes aquainted with his surroundings, though.

"You're going to be very bored, very quickly."

[arrogantalloy]

His helmet was off as he clunked by and heard the voice. And turned to see its owner.

He had a vague feeling that he should recognise the man. But just couldn't imagine how or where he would have met him. He somehow didn't seem like the kind of guy to show up at any Tony would show up to.

Looking the other up and down, he gave him an easy grin with a well practised casual stance from having to deal with people that he potentially would never care about every day through Stark Industries.

"Yeah? Well I wouldn't worry about that. I'm not going to be here long enough to be bored at any speed."

His eyes never left the ones belonging to the Englishman. Everything about him gave Tony the feeling that he would need to be on his highest guard.

Good thing he doesn't trust anyone.

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock smiles just slightly, knowingly. He clasps his hands behind his back as he makes no efforts to disguise the fact that he is taking him in detail by detail.

"Oh, yes, of course. Nothing is impossible until you, the American Entrepreneur, fails at it... No. Not even then. Nothing is impossible so long as it is you who is behind it. What an amazingly inflated ego you have. The costume suits you." He raises his left brow appraisingly. He doesn't instinctively hate the man at least. Not that he's enamored in any way either.

"I can assure you, you are here until such a time as you are allowed to leave. There has been no small amount of effort put into the study of Wonderland or the Mansion for that matter. Your scientific expertise may come in handy but I imagine given time your preoccupation will most certainly stray to simply staying sane amidst the dull climate."

[not_a_troll]

[When Tony crashes Loki is sitting in a tree, busy browsing the internet on his communicator, trying to indentify all the new plants that have invaded his bedroom last night.

Of course such a crash is not something he can ignore. And definitely not the fact that the cause of such a crash is Tony Stark himself. The phone of Stark has brought him much joy when he still was in Asgard.

He slides out of the tree, landing on his two feet.]

The man of iron!

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks at the kid as he approaches, an eyebrow slowly rising at the tone of familiarity. And the boys exclamation]

The boy of tree.

[Tony shrugs at him.]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki is familiar with Tony Stark's way of communicating through the stories of his brother. It does not really seem to faze him. He approaches the man with a certain curiosity.]

Not anymore!

[He looks up at him and nods.]

I have made use of the Stark phone with great delight!

[worldsaway]

[Thor is getting a little antsy. He's comforted by the fact that time has stopped in his world, but he's anxious about the duties he needs to attend to. He can't shake the feeling that it might be Loki related and seeing the younger version of him has done nothing to help in that regard.

He's pacing the lawn when Stark crashes in like a beautiful taco comet. He pauses, watching the man gather his bearings before he drops his hammer by his side, putting on his war face and pretending to be intimidating. Truthfully, he's pretty happy to see Stark, but he doesn't need to know that.]

Metal man.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony glances up at the tall Asgardian]

Shouldn't you be on another planet?

[There was no sarcastic edge to his voice, this was just an honest question. As the last time Tony had seen Thor, he had gone to take Loki to justice]

[insidethechimney]

[Pinkie Pie was just rolling around on the lawns, almost like a normal horse would, when she heard the thump. Curious, she bounces over - her favoured method of moving, honestly - to investigate. And that's when she realises that Wonderland must have finally granted one of her wishes.]

Astronaut!

[She whizzes the rest of the distance and starts poking at the suit.]

Which planet did you fall from? How many aliens have you met? Did you see any princesses when you were on the moon?

[arrogantalloy]

[Seeing the pink pony come galloping at him, Tony's immediate reaction was to close the front of his helmet and stand up]

JARIVS, what...

It appears to be a pony, sir.

Pony's aren't pink.

Always on top of things, sir. But my readings clearly suggest it is a pony.

[He stared at her as she started poking at him and talking]

Why is it talking?

Please remember, sir. That you are talking to a computer program.

Point.

[Once he's done with that he looks down at the pink pony]

This planet. A few thousand, one of them is something like a friend, maybe. Haven't been to the moon, but if there was a princess there I'm sure I'd have noticed.

Why are you pink?