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

[not_a_hero]

"The closets actually produce an agreeable selection but only on the occasion of an event have I bothered. Not that it's not tempting some nights when I am actually in my right mind. But no; alcohol has never appealed much to me. I prefer stimulants." He rolls his sleeve back down, finding the whole conversation rather... intimate, really. Not that it bothers him--he is the one who brought it up with the stranger. With all of science and magic to speak on, though, it's amusing it's these things they have settled on as common ground.

[arrogantalloy]

"Not surprised, considering. I get all my stimulation from coffee and this"

He tapped the front of his suit.
Tony was more than comfortable talking about his darker side, mostly because his darker side had been all over the news and youtube ever since he was 18. So really it was no different to talking about the weather for him.

"So, does this place have a cafeteria? Or is the food come out of closest too? Because really, I'm getting a need for corndogs."

With Tony finding himself at a comfortable stand point with Sherlock, he had decided that this was a time to reward themselves with food.

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock gestured down the hall. "Dining room is this way. Plates work like the closet; anything you order, you get."

He starts to escort him there, eyes fixed on the glowing circle.

"Is that what keeps you alive?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony nods then starts to follow.

"This is starting to become some kind of English Stark Trek to me right now."

He glances down at the reactor, then looks at Sherlock.

"What makes you think it keeps me alive?"

It have been several designs ago since Tony relied on the reactor in his chest to power his suit. In order to minimise the risk to his life, he had built reactors into his suits.

But seeing as the sharp eyed man had felt compelled to ask the question despite knowing nothing about who he actually was. Tony was curious as to how he came to the conclusion.

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock doesn't mind an excuse to rattle off the things he's noticed or recalls.

"You called your 'costume' a prosthesis. A full body prosthesis hardly sounds like the sort of thing one undertakes for fun. It's not really a word people misuse so the suit must perform a vital task to either your mobility or life--in your case both as I imagine prolonged immobility would not be an option for you. Still, if your areas of immobility were your legs or arms, a full suit would not be required making it most likely that the location of your body that requires medical technology is your torso as you hold your head too steady for it to be a case of neck down paralysis. So an injury or congenial deficiency of an organ it is, nearly all of which would make the suit life saving in its capacity as a prosthesis." He eyes him again. "It's quite an extreme measure for a liver or even a kidney and your breathing has been deep and healthy so I imagine it's to do with your heart. Am I wrong?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony listen to the other assess him. Realising it's kind of refreshing to hear someone talk about him and not hear the words; arrogant, uncooperative, narcissistic, or doesn't play well with others.

"I call it a prosthesis so government types can't take the suit away from me. This is just a highly mobile battle suit, pressurised so I can fly in the upper atmosphere, or get a few hundred metres below sea level."

Tony paused for a second.

"There's another one of these, though."

He taps the glowing chest piece.

"You're right about my heart. There's shrapnel in my body, that if it gets into my heart will bring about the tragic end to genius billionaire philanthropist play boy, Tony Stark. I have an electromagnet in my chest powered by a revised version of the arc reactor my dad designed."

[not_a_hero]

"Can't be right about everything but I generally don't expect to get the right answer the wrong way around. That's the trouble with dealing with people from other worlds."

All deduction is based on known principles of the world he comes from and any deviation in science or mater makes for unstable assumptions. It's one of the many reasons he is not enjoying his stay on an intellectual level. Though the variety is at least in some ways fascinating.

"But a battle suit you say... well, certainly not worried about camouflage. Quite the opposite. You're an icon of justice. Well, you said you have a price so what is it?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Icon of justice. I like that it has a good ring to it. My file at SHIELD says other things about me, that tend to be more accurate."

Tony gives a loud but indifferent sniff.

"My price is more than most government expenditure can allow for"

[not_a_hero]

"You're in Wonderland now, Tony. Money means next to nothing here."

He has no idea what SHIELD is but by the name and the fact that Tony is involved with it, it must be an organization for people of similar conflict management skills. He's pretty sure he can guess what sorts of things they might have in a file on him. Not entirely different from what he knows his files with the Yard say about him.

[arrogantalloy]

"You say that. But where there are people, there will always be a need for money. Civilisation was built on it, so was poker."

Tony gave him a smirk. He knew first hand what people would do for money, even when they had more than they needed in the first place. To him the adage 'money makes the world go round' was a fact more than it was a cynical saying.

[not_a_hero]

"Oh? And what would you buy with money that the closet can't provide for free? Even the vendors work on a barter system."

Money has never interested Sherlock. It's the work that makes his world go 'round. Money is John's concern.

[arrogantalloy]

"You never know, it might go back with them if they're sent back. Dragons never needed gold, but in every story with dragons in it, they have gold. Just because it isn't useful to you doesn't mean you can't horde it."

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock raises an eyebrow again. Okay, maybe he does like this guy. Much less annoying than first appearances.

"An interesting application of lore in real-life. So you'll continue to require alarming amounts of useless money in exchange for your service? Interesting."

[arrogantalloy]

"I'm adaptable. It's not like my money will be all gone when I go back. I'm sure people will find away to deliver my consulting fee. Besides, I already have useless money in my pocket."

Tony pats his behind, where he knows his wallet is in his jeans pocket under the suit.

[not_a_hero]

"I'll make sure to remember your price in the future, then."

Because he's in a bit of a war, here. It hasn't started yet but it's good to know what cards are available no matter the game.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony gives him an interested look.

"Hmm, well. Half price on my first consultation. How about that?"

After everything they've said, Tony was beginning to find Sherlock just as interesting as Sherlock found him.

[not_a_hero]

"Well, who can say no to a bargain like that?"

He smirks and gestures inside the dining room.

"I'm sure you can figure out the corndog mechanics from here."

[arrogantalloy]

"Imagine it, and it will come."

Tony wastes no time wandering into the dining room. Thinking of cheeseburgers and corn dogs, looking pleased with the look of the food as it appears on the table.

"Looks good, now for the ultimate test"

Without even sitting down, Tony picks up a corn dog and takes a bit out of it.

"Yup, just like I remember it. Not hot enough and greasy."

He took another bite, obviously content with his seemingly gross carnival snack.

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock smirked. Oh, Tony might get bored early on but he won't be one to bitch and moan about it at least. He was the rare sort that Sherlock actually found more to like about the more he stood around him than more to dislike as with Anderson. It's.... nice.

"My room's the 21st on the second floor. More my office, really. I solve puzzles should you find any worth my energies."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony starts on his second corn dog before turning to Sherlock.

"I'm sure I could find you something."

He pauses then takes another bite before swallowing and continuing.

"Okay. So we'll operate on your theory of being unable to get out of here. Am just getting a place of my own or is there a hotel deal? What's the deal?"

[not_a_hero]

Sherlock tented his fingers in front of his chin.

"Oh, has that not been explained already? Hn. You can chose anywhere that is unoccupied from the first to tenth floor and claim it as your own. It will furnish itself according to your desires much like all the other magical things here. You don't pay, you don't have a lease, you simply stay here."

[arrogantalloy]

"Someone could have said something. I don't always listen, I was probably backwards engineering something in my mind. But hey, tenth floor sounds good to me. I like being up high."

[not_a_hero]

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Stairs only, after all. But, then again, you can fly."

[arrogantalloy]

"Normally, yes. Coming here has apparently messed with some of my wiring. So, I'm going to have to get out the suit and fix it. Shouldn't take very long"

[not_a_hero]

"I'm sure you'll find everything you need. I'm not much on robotics or the like myself but you can have as many rooms as you like it seems. Go ahead and make a laboratory or whatever you like to call it."

He shifts to standing with his hands clasped behind his back, watching.