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[coolexec]

Who: coolexec and ilpromenade
What: Strategising and sharing info
Where: His workshop aka place of solace
When: Day (1pm onward)
Warnings: Maybe language? Threadjacking is completely welcome here.
Notes: Follows on from this Any info Tony finds here, he'll compile and pass out to everyone who attended on an encrypted filter that others can be added to later.

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[coolexec]

As busy as he'd been on his computers, he almost jumped when he heard the sound of someone else arriving because even at home, the only interruptions he usually had in the workshop would be from Pepper bringing him something that she insisted required his attention while he vehemently opposed that notion or Rhodey or later, Agent Coulson and still, those interruptions had been negligible in the grand scale of the universe. Nevertheless, he pushed his seat back and away from the desk and turned to face whoever the visitor might be.

"Hey, just call me Tony, Mister Stark makes me feel like an old man," he grinned - although it was tired and strained around the edges - and got to his feet to make his way over. "There's a computer set up over there so you can type in your name; makes things easier to keep track of so I know who to add to lists and so on."

Whoever this person was, they looked young. Again. He really needed to have serious words with whoever was in charge of this place.

[coolexec]

Good to see someone computer literate in person; it was something he took for granted but the questions that had been raised, asking about basic things - almost outdated things really - had caught him by surprise when they'd been raised.

"Before we were actually aware of how far they're willing to go to enforce their rules then I think it could have gone ahead - ignorance is bliss. But after that? No way. It might not just be the people who take part in crashing the Castle that get hurt - they might punish someone else instead. A random housemate or a friend from their home." And that was always the problems; civilians who didn't ask for a part in any of it being caught in the crossfire of an attack or the aftermath. Hell of a thing to have on anyone's conscience.

[coolexec]

"Unfortunate is, it's what I see all the time on the news." Gulmira, always Gulmira would be his abiding memory of such a thing, fathers being ripped away from wives and children by the men who had taken his weapons and used them for all the wrong reasons.

"So where's home for you then?" He'd heard a few strange answers already and curiousity demanded that he found out more. Maybe there would be some sort of pattern to all of this; after all, even the Earths several of them claimed as their own had very little in common.

[coolexec]

"Destiny Islands - Earth or not Earth?" That was going to be the first part of the system to filter everyone to see if there was a pattern to this or if it really was just random. He wasn't sure which prospect concerned him more - if there was a pattern then there could be some reason to draw them here but if it was random the it could affect anyone at all and they really might be here at the whims of a madman or six.

"I'm from Earth; this workshop here," he nodded to various items by him, "it's part of my home in Malibu. Kind of surprised this showed up but the mansion didn't seeing as they're very definitely attached but I'm not complaining. How about you? Anything like this pop up here for you?"