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[Everyone will wake up suddenly, as if having drifted off -- while sitting upright in an uncomfortable office chair. In one hand they're holding the communicator, and in their lap is propped a clipboard with a job application (standard, looking something like this; it requests up to ten years of job history, ) and a pen. The waiting room is also fairly standard, except for being empty.]

[The communicator's lock screen reads, Complete the job application. Time limit, twenty-four hours.]

[There are magazines, fake plants, and computers. There's a staff lounge with food -- tupperware that might have belonged to some of these nonexistent workers, popcorn and cocoa packets, vending machines -- and restrooms. There are exits, but characters will be unable to use them... or make their own, or escape in any way.]

[So the characters are stuck here, until tomorrow morning. Set up a comment telling everyone what your character is doing, and thinking, whether they're obeying the task or not, at any time during the day. Then tag other people! Be sure to check back later in the week, when people are encouraged make threads for the evening as well as the day! Characters that have been claimed are also welcome at this point to join the community, and will be able to make their own posts, which can be tagged by anyone taking part in the event.]

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[she tilts her head a little, and her lips quirk up a bit more. oh. that's what you're concerned about, is it?] Most Asgardians have never concerned themselves much for what humans choose to do. It was their decision to worship us. And I should certainly not think Asgardians would be too fussy over intimate affairs when so many enjoy debaucheries to their fullest extent. [have as many consenting adults as you like]

[ he sees that tiny sense of humor! bonus. ]

Excellent. I'll let Pepper know we have the all-clear from God. Or one of them, anyway. That should be good enough, right?

[loftily] You may tell whomever that Sif said so, and I welcome their challenge if they have any objections. [she tosses her hair back over her shoulder]

...Does that satisfy?

I'll let you know.

[ he likes you :|a definitely less uptight than the Asgardians he's known! ]

[those Asgardians are both failures, and you mustn't hold it against them]

And now you know my name, but I still do not know yours.

[ he would so tell both Loki and Thor you'd said so. rolling, and becoming steadily more playful: ]

Tony Stark. Or, you might know me better as Iron Man.

[ beat, then grinning ] Thor did tell you about us. Right? I mean, I know you guys probably had a lot to do up in Care-a-Lot -- trials, maybe an execution or two -- but come on. You'll break my heart.

Perhaps he would have, but-- [a beat, and then, confessing] The last I recall, he had not even left yet. We had only just learned that Loki was yet alive, and where he was headed.

So you see, Stark, I am very glad indeed to learn that Loki did not trouble your world overlong. [a somewhat more awkward smile]

[ it's kind of remarkable the subtle way his whole face changes, interest sharpening. you too. ]

Yeah, it was over pretty quickly. He only really destroyed the one part of a major city and killed a few hundred people.

[ his eyes move over her face intently ]

I think I've got about seven months on you. [ pretty similar to Bruce, really. hard not to think that could be significant, though he reminds himself that the human brain's not wired for coincidences ]

[that sucks for you, but she just nods. losses are sad. but, well, inevitable. cool until he says]

Seven months? [now that distresses her a little, and she shifts, folding her arms] ...But you have not heard anything of Asgard since then. Most likely, the Bifrost is not yet repaired. [brow furrowed. she doesn't like not knowing what's happening back home]

Yeah, that's -- the mystic wormhole, right? [ he read Jane's work, it was slightly relevant to his interests after everything. besides, he vastly prefers to think of it in those terms! ] Sorry. Most of us kind of went our separate ways, and. You know. The mailman doesn't really deliver intergalactic mail.

[ now he's thinking about how he'd go about transmitting some less traditional mail, and it distracts him, but only for a heartbeat; then he's back. ]

I'd tell you if I knew anything. [ really ]

[shaking her head a bit] No -- thank you. I am sure of it. [why wouldn't you! she looks away for a beat, sad, before shaking it off]

Well, we are both here now. I will have opportunity to learn your reputation myself! [like why they call you a man of iron. you look pretty typically fleshy as far as she can tell]

[ tiniest beat ] Well. Some of it you might have to hear second-hand. [ ridiculous eyebrow waggling goes here ]

[she lifts her eyebrows and skims a glance over him, and then says, sweetly] Just as well. You're a little short for my tastes. [we like 'em tall in Asgard]

[ buuuurn. but if anything his eyes brighten a little. ]

Heh. I can see where you would. I mean, I've dated a lot of supermodels, but you're, what. Six and a half feet tall?

[she doesn't know what half of that means, but she's amused and she lets it roll off her] Something like that.

Yeah, I thought so. [ innocently ] I've got a good head for numbers.

So that's the secret? Iron Man, with the... good head for numbers?

[ lipquirk ]

Pretty much. If by numbers you mean math, science, engineering... music...

[ beat ] The word you're searching for is "prodigy". Or just awesome. I answer to both.

But if you mean, why do they call me Iron Man... [ waits for her to confirm, politely ]

[her eyebrows lift, and moreso at music, but she chuckles at the rest of it] I confess I was curious about "Iron Man." [although now she knows that much more about you]

[ music is also math! ]

Well, I didn't actually choose the name. It was never made out of iron. Gold-titanium alloy. Lighter and stronger and more flexible than iron.

[ here's the wind up....! ]

Of course it is. Iron is not impressive enough for you. [hands on her hips]

I threw in some red. [ just sayin' ]

But, yeah. It's a suit. Of armor, although definitely not in your sense of the word. [ indicating her vaguely ] More with the full-body coverage thing.

Oh, and it can fly.

[she tilts her head] Flying is impressive. But you cannot do it without the armor, I take it. [shame, that]

No, I can't. [ yet!!! who knows what all Extremis could do in the right hands? ] But I can build a new one, given a few days and the right tools.

Or even the wrong tools, with a few more days.

[ easy little shrug ]

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let's pretend tony's sentence was, like, "I can see where you'd think that." :(

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