Stark 001 [video]

[coolexec]

[So Somarium, have a Tony who has taken his sweet time doing any sort of Dreamberry post, probably because of the flood and him having to spend so much time settling in prior to it. But anyway, he's got things he needs to ask that can't really be put on hold any longer.]

Okay people of Somarium, a few things:

Number one, where does a guy go to get a

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[chose_death]

[In a very prompt fashion, Tony will receive a call from a man called only Inspector Javert, according to the caller ID on his Dreamberry. This dark man has a humorless, almost Dickensian appearance, complete with large wolfish side-whiskers, a grand beaver hat and a cold, calm expression.

The man regards Tony Stark in a judging, haughty fashion, and speaks a very swift, abrupt answer:]

For the first, I imagine you must go to a proper tavern. But most men do not go only for the drink. What is it you want? Comaraderie? Wretched half-clothed girls, most of which I hope are of legal age?

As for the next, the clean-up officials from the floods will not miss the loss of their junk piles. Speak to the disposal site managers and negotiate a price. You will find one site in every district.

Now, what is it you want with a workshop?

[coolexec]

[Oh my god is this guy for real? He needs to think up a nickname for him although for now, Mutton Chops will most likely do until he's drunk because that's when he comes up with hisbest work.]

Let me assure you that I always check IDs and whilst youth is very hard to ignore, I prefer someone with a little more...experience. I'm used to more high end where a bottle of champagne costs about a year's salary for most people but I'll take what I can get here and the company I can get with it.

I was hoping for something a little more than just junk but there's that tired old chestnut [he pulls a pad of paper and a pen over with his free hand though, scribbling that down for future reference] and hey, I'll be happy to take anything off the hands of the officials in a time like this.

[Oh and now he must grin, leaning in close.]

That's for me to know and you to never find out. Top secret sort of work, very exclusive, very...sexy.

[chose_death]

Does sexy [and that grimacing French tongue of Javert's flips over that word as if he were handling horse manure] preclude legality? You must realize I don't care what it is you do. But make certain you are licensed for it.

[There is a measurable, calculating pause. It seems that Javert's first impression of this fellow is rather coarse, but he is not entirely certain what to make of this man yet.]

Don't think of the village taverns, then. Unless you want to leave with a thick crust of old vomit on the bottoms of your shoes. Miserable regulars out there! [His voice and expression are so straightforward and indifferent that it is difficult to say whether this police officer is mocking Tony lightly or not.] The shopping district boulevards are to your handsomer tastes.

[coolexec]

[That's a shame because you've definitely got some sexy going on if gruffness and mutton chops are attractive.] Despite anything people might have said about me and my reputation, I have no desire in being anything more than chivalrous to underage young ladies who would do well to steer clear of men like me once they're of age unless they want to have their reputation ruined.

[Fifty fifty as to whether or not he's joking about that.]

Yeah, my shoes are fairly high end. If there's going to be vomit on them, it's at least going to be my vomit. I have nothing against regulars, I like a little variety and colour in my drinking environments.

[Besides, who can't resist catching some good ole fashioned fisticuffs and someone getting the bum's rush?]

[coolexec]

[Mini Iron Chick person!]

The industrial district, great, thanks. [And he's adding that down on his list of places he needs to get out to.] I like you already. Well, I liked you anyway because you have top notch taste in heroes but you're full of good suggestions too. Once I've scouted out a location, feel like coming and giving a hand? A sneak preview of the finished article so to speak.

[coolexec]

Wait, your grandpa? [My god what are these words you speak?] Good thing that you got it modelled on the later versions because the first few had a few issues to work through and fix.

I look forward to seeing you then.

[su_hana_maru]

Can't really help with the first two, but I find most of my parts just trolling the warehouses. There's all sorts of great parts just lying around ditched because one bit or another doesn't work. Easy fixer-uppers or salvages.

[coolexec]

Warehouses? Would those be in the industrial district I've heard about? I mean, I'm sure I'd find them because they'd be hard to miss but I'd rather know just where I'm going for my parts because it's not so much about fixer-uppers and more about taking them apart, stripping things out and trying to refurbish them so they're to my own specifications.

[su_hana_maru]

Yeah, I get what you mean. That's pretty much my gig too. There's plenty of them in the Industrial district but I'd watch your back there right now. It's pretty hairy.

[coolexec]

So what's the day job then? And define 'hairy' - we talking flood induced damage.

[nvrtheeasyway]

[Well, hello M. Stark, it's been a while. Good to know that you've survived the flood. Not that Lara was really worried, him having a flying suit and all. She smiles at Tony]

I have a wine cellar. And I was lucky enough that it wasn't completely destroyed in the flood.

[coolexec]

[He did more than just survive; he saved a French maiden thank you very much.]

A private drinking invitation?

[nvrtheeasyway]

[Oh my! Such manly heroic actions! All she did was to save the Inspector. No one is going to thank her for that, sadly.]

Of course. Bring the cheese and crackers.

[coolexec]

[Oh, old Mutton Chops? Yeah people might just go shove her in a lake or something.]

We're not having anything more interesting to eat?

[smokesinspace]

Dunno about the first, but you'll probably find a lot of scrap metal lying around from the flood.

Otherwise just head over to the Industrial District. Figured the name would make it obvious.

[coolexec]

Why don't people know where the bars are, seriously? Do you people just drink at home like bitter old alcoholics with the TV blaring?

Anyway, moving on, I don't know about you but I'm still new here seeing as the flood kind of interrupted my chances to go exploring and where I'm from, we don't exactly have 'industrial districts' full of spare parts and scrap.

[smokesinspace]

I don't drink, so how the *&^# would I know?

[mutter grumble.]

It's called "Industrial." What the hell else would it have, *&$#^&@ porcelain and glass? It's full of junk heaps and *&^%. Just go over there, find a metal shop, and they'll give whatever for a small price.

[coolexec]

Wait...did you just get censored? And why the hell don't you drink because that's abnormal and I'm not sure I can trust advice from a guy who doesn't drink.

I might need porcelain and glass for a bust of myself. [Hello, he will now harrass this stranger forever because damn, they're sour.] And industrial is a genre of music. Could've been the club district where people grind to techno covered in glosticks.