o8 ❂ video + action

[ironmanic]

It's like being in Tokyo all over again - only with less medical masks and fewer stilettos stabbing my feet. And strange men against my ass on the subway.

[Tony is waiting in line at the donut place, checking his inbox and scrolling through the Network as he does.]

I hate lines. Lines are for peons- Pepper, Dawn. Get me VIP standing with this donut place, would you? Throw around words like investment and stocks. You're both good at that.

Also-- if you could set me up an appointment with our friendly neighborhood gods. I'd like to take them out on a lovely candlelit date. Preferably within the week, but whatever. I've got egg creams. No rush.



[ooc | COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. Doubles, AUs, whatever! Also, Pepper and Dawn-muns! You don't actually have to set up that appointment haha.]

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[ironmanic]

[Tony's first thought is oh shit I don't have my suit before he actually takes a look at the thing-- stepping forward when everyone else steps back. It's--

A suit.

Not his, though. Especially not with all that-- advertising. He toes the metal body with his foot.]

You all right there buddy?

[chowfanhero]

Yup, just fine!

[ At least, he is.. ]

Uh, but I guess I gotta apologize to the owner for this...

[ironmanic]

I'll pay for the damages if you tell me about what you're wearing.

[chowfanhero]

[ ! PAY! DAMAGES! SA-- wait, what? ]

Huh, it's my power suit...?

[ He must've answered a dozen interviews about this before... ]

[ironmanic]

Yes, I see that, but tell me about it.

[Did he make it? It looks very flexible, sturdy. The shoulder pads don't look too aerodynamic, but perhaps at certain angles--]

[chowfanhero]

Tell you about it... uh...

[ Scratches the back of his head. Gee, Bunny could probably explain this but-- ]

Doc Saito made it. Something about it being cooler than my last costume and being able to resist all sorts of damage.

[ Pause- oh. Show his arm? ]

Mine comes with wires to get by, Bunny's gets a jet pack...

[ironmanic]

Jet packs are quite possibly the worst idea - right next to rocket-powered boots.

May I?

[Without waiting for permission, Tony gropes along the metal casing.]