[ no suit. no jarvis. no idea where he is. a few years ago, that would have been the start of a good story about a great night out. but the world has changed since then and so has he. which means that hasn't been the start of a fun story for a long time now. it's likely the start of something far less positive.
but he'll have plenty of time to consider his current situation as he tries to find some sort of civilization. he can't stand out in the middle of a snowy forest while he tries to figure out everything he's done to lead him to ending up here ]
Jarvis, buddy, I could really use you right about now.
[ the walk into town is a long one. or it feels like a long one, with the snow and the cold and the inability to tell if he's actually making any sort of progress. wind isn't exactly good for leaving tracks in the snow so telling if he's gotten himself turned around, or if the path he's following has doubled back on itself is a challenge at best.
putting one foot in front of the other and hoping for the best is the only real option available to him right now.
tony stops a few times to brush snow from his jacket and hat, then warm up his hands (and there's at least once when tony tries to call his armour to him. but with no way to get in touch with harley, there's no knowing if it's even repaired enough to power up, not to mention actually flying. and honestly, that just stresses him the hell out) but he does eventually make it to the edge of a small town that's clearly seen better days ]
Well isn't this quaint. [ he pulls his jacket a little tighter around himself] When I went looking for civilization, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. I was hoping for maybe just a touch more actual civilization. Instead I get a place that makes me actually miss Rose Hill.
THE END APPROACHES
[ honestly, the town hall is about what he expected from a small, nowhere town that he's never heard of. minus the grime, the emptiness, and just the overall lack of care in maintaining the building in any noticeable way. otherwise, exactly like he expected. though with the serious ghost town vibes this place seems to be giving off, he probably should have expected the rest as well. but he's got other things on his mind that are far more important than the town of mathias, population: very few.
despite knowing that the chance of it garnering any sort of response is basically zero, tony knocks on the reception desk as he looks around the empty building ]
Hello? Anybody home? No?
[ right. that's about what he thought. tony turns his attention to the bulletin board, scanning the various notices to see if there's any useful information posted there. he grabs a piece of paper near the board as well as one of the pens and starts to scribble down some things from the board. he mostly gathers some of the contact information left by people (should his stay here come to that) and makes a pretty simple sketch of the town map.
he is coming. isn't someone always, these days? ]
Has no one thought to tell the good people of Mathias that we've reached a wonderful new age of technology?
This place obviously needs me.
WILDCARD
[ wanna do something else? feel free to toss it my way. i'm game ]
tony stark | mcu (iron man 3)
[ no suit. no jarvis. no idea where he is. a few years ago, that would have been the start of a good story about a great night out. but the world has changed since then and so has he. which means that hasn't been the start of a fun story for a long time now. it's likely the start of something far less positive.
but he'll have plenty of time to consider his current situation as he tries to find some sort of civilization. he can't stand out in the middle of a snowy forest while he tries to figure out everything he's done to lead him to ending up here ]
Jarvis, buddy, I could really use you right about now.
[ the walk into town is a long one. or it feels like a long one, with the snow and the cold and the inability to tell if he's actually making any sort of progress. wind isn't exactly good for leaving tracks in the snow so telling if he's gotten himself turned around, or if the path he's following has doubled back on itself is a challenge at best.
putting one foot in front of the other and hoping for the best is the only real option available to him right now.
tony stops a few times to brush snow from his jacket and hat, then warm up his hands (and there's at least once when tony tries to call his armour to him. but with no way to get in touch with harley, there's no knowing if it's even repaired enough to power up, not to mention actually flying. and honestly, that just stresses him the hell out) but he does eventually make it to the edge of a small town that's clearly seen better days ]
Well isn't this quaint. [ he pulls his jacket a little tighter around himself] When I went looking for civilization, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. I was hoping for maybe just a touch more actual civilization. Instead I get a place that makes me actually miss Rose Hill.
THE END APPROACHES
[ honestly, the town hall is about what he expected from a small, nowhere town that he's never heard of. minus the grime, the emptiness, and just the overall lack of care in maintaining the building in any noticeable way. otherwise, exactly like he expected. though with the serious ghost town vibes this place seems to be giving off, he probably should have expected the rest as well. but he's got other things on his mind that are far more important than the town of mathias, population: very few.
despite knowing that the chance of it garnering any sort of response is basically zero, tony knocks on the reception desk as he looks around the empty building ]
Hello? Anybody home? No?
[ right. that's about what he thought. tony turns his attention to the bulletin board, scanning the various notices to see if there's any useful information posted there. he grabs a piece of paper near the board as well as one of the pens and starts to scribble down some things from the board. he mostly gathers some of the contact information left by people (should his stay here come to that) and makes a pretty simple sketch of the town map.
he is coming. isn't someone always, these days? ]
Has no one thought to tell the good people of Mathias that we've reached a wonderful new age of technology?
This place obviously needs me.
WILDCARD
[ wanna do something else? feel free to toss it my way. i'm game ]