o1 👨‍💻 Nothing like a big bad bridge (open)

[servomotor]

Characters: Tony Stark, CR, & YOU
Summary: A smol average height technologist superhero man goes about his business in the wake of war and random comedic holiday shenanigans. Some closed starters in the comments.
Date(s): Catch-all for January 2018!
Warnings/Notes: Mental illness, manpain, etc. Maybe some sexual content in here eventually!



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Whether in this world or the last, Tony Stark manages to be both a highly private person and incredibly easy to find. Most of the time, he can be found in his workshop, where he invents and repairs a range of machinery for people. Lately, he's been working on copying Xistentia's emotional energy conversion technology and turn it into something that the average citizen (or above average, depending on your self-concept) can use. Behold: sewing machines and weaving looms that feed off bursts of emotional inspiration, coffee machines fueled by your addict's desperation, and cars that go a little faster because you really really want them to!

The rest of the time, he might be found out and about, often in the iconic red suit. He's often preoccupied with brokering deals to acquire more scrap from the beach or trade with other people from contemporary worlds. You might catch him in dry debate, negotiating; you might even find yourself waved over and asked for your honest opinion about the value of a piece of chassis or energy source, in the middle of an otherwise incomprehensible technobabble conversation. Just remember: there is definitely a right answer.

However, in his off-hours, you might instead find him at your local liquor establishment or listening to some live multiversal music downtown, wearing an Immensely Doubtful expression on his bearded face. On the other hand, it's Tony Stark. Maybe that's just what his rich white boy face looks like.

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[servomotor]

Then don't think of it as freedom.

[There's a split second where Tony doesn't feel like he's inside himself. He's far away, staring down through his HUD, the holographic arrows and spinning diagrams, at the two tiny figures of men on the beach. A Jotun with wet shoes, a tin man who somehow thinks to advise on having a heart. Ridiculous.

But so is the end of the world. The Multiverse. Anything that unlikely becomes ridiculous, until it happen. Trees falling through the roof, homes falling through the Earth. Fire careening out of a black sky.]

Maybe it's the opposite. [Fridayd notes his vitals are spiking, but it's nothing to be too concerned about. He ignores her.] Not being able to escape everything that made you. But having some say in what you become. Having intention about it, instead of-- waiting for the next bad thing to happen. The next punch in the nuts. The next chance. The next shitty human who reminds you of what you did. You can choose to take part of the past into the future. You just have to look at it first.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki doesn't speak for a long time. Whether he's listening or not, it's hard to tell. Any sign (the bobbing of the adam's apple, the pinch of his brow) could be lies, placed there to elicit a sympathetic response. Or, more telling, is the lack of it, a polished mirror, reflecting back at those who speak to him. He's a chameleon boy. Always have been. ]

Is that what you tell yourself, Stark?

[servomotor]

Contrary to popular reputation, I prefer practical implementation as much, if not more than talking about it.

[Tony can tell when a conversation's over, though. He can read a room. The way he frequently offends and bothers people is not because he fails to read the room; it's because he says what he means despite it.]

Good job, Loki. B+ for teamwork. Maybe I'll see you around.

[His boots power on again.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki snorts delicately as he walks off, fading from view. Some things do not merit a response. ]