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When Tony had arrived on the island, he'd carried several items with him through the veil. Aside from the clothes on his back, there had been a lighter, a wallet filled almost entirely with things rendered utterly useless, and a black cellular phone just shy of a full charge. On this phone was housed the following: 7 images of Tony's ex-girlfriend Michelle in various states of undress, 2 images of his best friend Sidney passed out with expletives scrawled across his forehead, and 1 image of Tony himself and his little sister, their heads pressed together at an awkward angle created when Tony had held the telephone out before them to snap the portrait.
Please note that of the listed items, a mobile phone charger was not included among them.
Initially, Tony had allowed himself to power up the telephone once per day. Not, as one might assume, to attempt to find a signal, but for a much more sentimental and seemingly un-Stonem-like reason: To look at the photos. This frequency was eventually dropped to twice and then only once per week, all the while Tony acutely aware of the ever-dwindling battery meter at the top right corner of the tiny screen.
Last Saturday, he'd attempted to power up the mobile and found that despite any efforts made by his shaking fingers, it would not turn on. It had simply emitted a sad, wavering beep and then fallen silent.
This turn of events had impacted Tony far more than expected, and certainly far more than he'd show to anyone else. The finality of it, of possibly never seeing Effy or Michelle or Sid again, had left him adrift, untethered, desperate. He'd wept over the loss quite a lot, sitting alone on the bed Effy had used before her disappearance and which he had been meticulously preserving along with all of the other items in her room.
The next morning, though, he'd gotten motivated.
That is why he's got the mobile in his hands now, fully charged and solar-powered. He'd gone to Pepper Potts with wide, earnest blue eyes, and she presumably in turn to Iron Man. So relieved is Tony to have the mobile working again that he's flipping through the images while kicked back at one of the tables on the bakery porch where anyone can see him, although he's keeping the phone low and a hand curved over the top of the screen. He looks, if not precisely happy, then at least satisfied, a cup a tea slowly cooling on the table beside him.
[OOC: Open to new threads through Saturday. Everyone welcome, just please make sure you've read the personality section of his wiki before tagging in.]
Please note that of the listed items, a mobile phone charger was not included among them.
Initially, Tony had allowed himself to power up the telephone once per day. Not, as one might assume, to attempt to find a signal, but for a much more sentimental and seemingly un-Stonem-like reason: To look at the photos. This frequency was eventually dropped to twice and then only once per week, all the while Tony acutely aware of the ever-dwindling battery meter at the top right corner of the tiny screen.
Last Saturday, he'd attempted to power up the mobile and found that despite any efforts made by his shaking fingers, it would not turn on. It had simply emitted a sad, wavering beep and then fallen silent.
This turn of events had impacted Tony far more than expected, and certainly far more than he'd show to anyone else. The finality of it, of possibly never seeing Effy or Michelle or Sid again, had left him adrift, untethered, desperate. He'd wept over the loss quite a lot, sitting alone on the bed Effy had used before her disappearance and which he had been meticulously preserving along with all of the other items in her room.
The next morning, though, he'd gotten motivated.
That is why he's got the mobile in his hands now, fully charged and solar-powered. He'd gone to Pepper Potts with wide, earnest blue eyes, and she presumably in turn to Iron Man. So relieved is Tony to have the mobile working again that he's flipping through the images while kicked back at one of the tables on the bakery porch where anyone can see him, although he's keeping the phone low and a hand curved over the top of the screen. He looks, if not precisely happy, then at least satisfied, a cup a tea slowly cooling on the table beside him.
[OOC: Open to new threads through Saturday. Everyone welcome, just please make sure you've read the personality section of his wiki before tagging in.]