[ Tony does his due diligence of gathering all the available information, and nobody could accuse him otherwise - but that doesn't mean he's happy. Setting aside the difficulty of absorbing any of this through the numb, reeling shock of the whole situation, the options are narrow and not particularly inspiring. He's just supposed to... what, throw a dart at the board and pick a new place to live and pretend like it's home now?

Outrageous even in concept.

If he commits himself to even humoring the idea, Olympia wins out based on technology alone, but that tech level is looking tenuous at best. Wyvern sounds great for not being micromanaged by your friendly neighborhood dystopian government, but it also means rubbing sticks together to make heat, so that's right out the window too. ]

I know you're trying hard to sell me on Weird Hobbit Ancient Rome or Tropical Tent City Getaway, but I gotta be honest, I'm not really feeling either option.

[ You might overhear him as he's addressing someone else, or he might be word-bombing you, but either way, this clearly-new-arrival won't shut up. ]

Look - Disney's various themed lands are neat and all - but how much is the rent in this place?

[ He gestures around the station - beautifully modern, with all of its electronics and holograms and lack of mosquitoes - apparently expecting an answer from the room at large. ]

[ Their omnipotent captors / saviors / benefactors / all of the above (Can it be all of the above? Apparently so) seem really into this assimilation thing, which is a tad tasteless as far as Tony is concerned (At least once, to some poor bastard who's just trying to distribute useful information: "Hey, so, do you usually hand out brochures at the scene of a still-burning house fire? 'Cause I'm getting that vibe right now.")

Crassness of the situation aside (ahem), blending in isn't exactly his strong suit, which is how he's already spent 25 minutes trying to get a 3D render to let him leave the damn room. If you eavesdrop, you might hear him refer to every local landmark as if it were a Lord of the Rings setpiece, accuse the render of having a terribly programmed AI, object to roleplay on the first date, pace critically around one of the uh... off-color renders while ignoring all of its questions and prompts, culimating in eventually tossing his hands up and walking away. ]

Okay, I give. Who has the cheat codes for these things?

[ Don't make him recite the dumb brochure, for God's sake. ]

●●●●○ THESA

TONY STARK
@TS (47), Earth

CONTACT

IGNORE

I WAS A: this format limiting me to being one awesome thing when i'm actually many is just bad design

I'M SKILLED IN: seriously, is this locked to 140 characters? my free spirit is being stifled

I'M LOOKING FOR: a drink

ALSO, I'M: seriously asking, where is the bar

IV. statis

[ Throughout the workshops, the info dumps, the bizarre "welcome to freshman orientation" pageant, there was still a thick layer of denial coating what they were being told. After all, it's like something out of a scifi novel - the Earth being destroyed, being whisked to a foreign land - and even if there's enough evidence here or there to plant the seeds of doubt, Tony is nothing if not stubborn.

It's the stasis room that really starts cracking the foundations of that denial.

There are more unfamiliar faces than familiar ones, of course, but with enough diligence, he manages to find plenty. Important faces, some of them. ]

Well, [ breathed out, with the premonition that this is all going to end up being a Real Bad Time, ] I guess they're not completely full of shit.

V. wildcard

[ Hit me with whatever! I'm over at aelesti for any questions/plotting! ]