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Crash landing is the only way to make an entrance.

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.

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"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"

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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."

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."

"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.

"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.

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.

"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."

"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.

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."

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?"

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."

"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."

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

"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"

"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.

"Well at least I don't have to worry about living in a place that doesn't live up to the life I'm used to. Maybe I'll get think myself up a sunlight. Or just stick to all my outer walls are windows. Hmmm"

Tony starts thinking to himself as he picks up a burger mumbling to himself, mostly about thinking up top of the line parts to build a computer suitable for JARVIS. As he thought he stared at Sherlock without actually looking at him.

"You can see the sun and outside from any room. The interior doesn't exactly conform to the exterior which makes sense when you consider that both can change during an event. But anything you can buy with money you can find here for free. Well, sex excluded."

"Hmm. Have mansion, Physic's need not apply"

Tony then smirks at Sherlock.

"There has never been a time in my life where I've ever had to pay for that."

Sherlock tilts his head just slightly. Yes, everyone is impressed by sexual prowess. Bravo e_e

"Probably never been a time in your life where some 'lucky' woman wasn't available to volunteer. You'll find your selection of eligible women rather limited, though."

"Well Pepper always said I could use a break from being a... What was it? Oh, an 'unscrupulous hound dog' for a little while."

Tony finished his burger.

"That or become more experimental. If I run out of something to drink."

Sherlock raises his eyebrow at that. Tony has no filter between his brain and his mouth. Refreshing, really.

"Lucky for everyone, there's an inexhaustible amount of alcohol on hand." He smiles one of his more fake smiles. "Well, I have everything I came for. Welcome to Wonderland."

"Sounds like the makings of a fantastic party, then."

Tony nods at the consulting detective, with an easy grin as he picks up another burger.

"Everything you came for, huh? Why do I feel like I have to charge, so I don't feel slutty?"

He chuckles.

"See you 'round, Holmes. Thanks for the welcome."

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