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When; November 7th
Rating; PG.
Characters; Charlie McGee and Tony Stark
Summary; Charlie's offered to tell Tony Stark more about The City over dinner at Hymns of Lorelai.
Log;
So, here she is. One Charlie McGee at a table at Hymns. Waiting patiently. The person she's meeting is running late but Charlie seems unphased. She doesn't really know what to expect here, anyway. Tony, apparently, was a Big Deal where he came from and Charlie almost felt a little guilty not knowing a thing about him.
Hence the two of them meeting for dinner. She'd even managed to get out of the t-shirts and jeans she usually wore and pulled on a tan long-sleeve shirt and...okay, so really all she owns is jeans. Still, they were nice jeans. She wore them well.
She was just going to sit here and wait patiently and try to ignore the impatient waiter who seems insistent she get more than just the soda she asked for.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Charlie McGee and Tony Stark
Summary; Charlie's offered to tell Tony Stark more about The City over dinner at Hymns of Lorelai.
Log;
So, here she is. One Charlie McGee at a table at Hymns. Waiting patiently. The person she's meeting is running late but Charlie seems unphased. She doesn't really know what to expect here, anyway. Tony, apparently, was a Big Deal where he came from and Charlie almost felt a little guilty not knowing a thing about him.
Hence the two of them meeting for dinner. She'd even managed to get out of the t-shirts and jeans she usually wore and pulled on a tan long-sleeve shirt and...okay, so really all she owns is jeans. Still, they were nice jeans. She wore them well.
She was just going to sit here and wait patiently and try to ignore the impatient waiter who seems insistent she get more than just the soda she asked for.
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And it's almost funny because he's Iron Man and yet burned himself a few times on the hot plate.
Either way, he enters the building with a flourish, staring around looking for her. He's late, as usual, but he thinks fifteen minutes is something of a record. Usually he doesn't show up at all. This, though, is somewhat important. Information, mostly.
And well, it's Tony. He likes female company.
"You must be Charlie" He raises his eyebrows over his sunglasses, regarding her carefully. Yup-- definitely a looker. Score. "Good to meet you in person."
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"It's good to meet you, too," she said. "Welcome to the City, I guess."
And with that, she sat back down. That was right. Right? That was how dinner out worked?
She had no idea what she was doing.
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As decent as Tony went, anyway.
"Thank you. It's been a fairly smooth transition, fortunately." He sat across from her, one ankle brought up to balance against his knee. There was a distinct casual air about him, something very laid back and at east. "With the help of the guide and yourself, of course. Don't know what I'd be doing otherwise."
Probably modifying more of Steve's outdated electronics. Good lord.
"So, Charlie, you been here long?"
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She did a quick mental count, crossing one leg over her other. "Since mid-September so...almost two months. Long enough to be hit with a few interesting curses, at least."
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"Tell me about them, if you would." He nodded toward a waitress, asking specifically for water this time. Helped the somewhat lingering hangover. "They're incredibly varied from what I understand."
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But then others were just awful.
"Last month, the curses seemed a bit more horrible than usual. We had a week where people were turned into monsters and I think the only way to reverse it, other than wait it out, was to be killed. A couple days after that, there was a rampant bout of cannibalism going around. I hear October can be a hard month, curse-wise."
She chewed her nail for a second, dropping her hand into her lap and looking at Tony only slightly apologetically for the brief appearance of her bad habit. "But then there are times when it seems as though the Deities just throw random ones at us. Like they're not sure what to put out that day. They're just going to dump a bunch of them on us and there we go."
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"I hope you weren't forced into cannibalism yourself. I hear that's not very good for the digestion system. Indigestion and all that. Hours on the toilet. Very brutal." Not the best lunch date conversation, but Tony didn't often care about etiquette anyway. Besides, he had a feeling this woman could take her share of various topics. Cannibalism included.
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"Before I could answer, I was bitten. On my wrist." She examines her arm at this point. There's no evidence damage had been done. "Since it was a curse, the injury vanished at midnight. Hope the same is for the people that thought I was dinner." She did put up one hell of a fight.
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He did read that curses ended at midnight. Sometimes they lasted a little longer- a week at the absolute most. Clearly this curse came in two somewhat related parts. Though that probably had more to do with Halloween than actual intention on the deities' part.
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Oh, lord, has she.
"And yeah. Go me. First person to flirt with me and what they were really wondering was what kind of wine to pair my arm with," Charlie said with a small smile. She can joke about things on occasion. The Call of Duty reference completely lost her, though, and the smile turned to confusion.
"This is probably a dumb question but what's Call of Duty?"
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"If it's any consolation, the second person to flirt with you just happens to be a great date." Tony wriggled his eyebrows, sipping at his water pointedly. He didn't add that he also happened to be a narcissist, that he was in a dubious kind-of-not-really-weird-situation with his previous personal assistant... and, yeah. Those can be temporarily ignored.
"And Call of Duty is a mediocre video game made to be the highlight of high school sausage fests. All you need to know is that the graphics are less than stellar, but they have zombies. And my game system is much better anyway."
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"Would you believe me if I said I have no experience in dating and therefor nothing to compare it to?" she asked, one eyebrow raising slightly. "Nor have I ever owned a gaming system in my life. I think I should rectify this, though. Possibly. Not sure yet."
It's still up in the air. She wants to run it past the room mate first.
"Where are you from?"
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Also this girl needed a game system - his game system. Fast.
Mass-manufacturing would be near impossible, but he wondered what the market was like here for highly efficient, effective, and e-word robotics and technology. After he got his own suit together, of course. That took priority.
After women.
"Me? I'm from a cute little planet called Earth. You may have heard of it. Gets taken over a few times."
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"You must be from a different Earth. The one I'm from hasn't had any take-overs as far as can tell."
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"More of an exaggeration than anything else. But, seriously, if you haven't heard of Stark Industries, you either live in a cave or the possibility of Earth variants is entirely reality. Even the Amish use my tech." Okay, that last bit may or may not have been true, but Tony liked to think they at least like to use his streamline pens.
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"I've heard of people here for longer," she added, one eyebrow raising slightly. She took her own menu, smiling slightly at the waitress as she headed off. There was a brief moment where she scanned it, deciding to give herself a minute before actually reading it over.
"I'm going with Earth variant. It makes the most sense." She really hasn't heard of you, sir. Not at all. And she's having a hard time asking if he makes stream-lined carriages for the Amish. She wasn't sure if that was polite or not.
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So he decided on the sushi. Whatever.
"I wonder," he muttered half to himself as he placed the menu down, "if there's a time limit. A certain amount of time you're stuck here at any one point before you're sent away and retrieved. Ever heard of someone staying here for ten years? Not any I could see when I looked through the archives."
He made a note to look into that a little later. When he's not on a charming lunch date.
"And where do you live in your version of Earth?"
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"Ten years is one hell of a time limit," Charlie said, smirking faintly. "I'd hate to still be here ten years from now. It'd mean I'm far too entertaining or something and the Deities can't be bothered to send me back." Note the lack of the word 'home', since that's something people would usually say instead of 'back', wasn't it?
"Port City, Pennsylvania. Kind of. I'm between places." She wasn't sure if she convinced herself she felt The Shop coming or if she really did feel them closing in.
And yeah, he is kind of charming. It's really unfair.
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Basically, he'd never heard of it. Or if he had, he'd promptly forgotten about it.
"Moving?" He was only vaguely interested, of course. Small conversation to bridge a gap, create allies. In a world where he only knew Captain America through years of childhood admiration, in a world where he knew little but cold, hard data, he'd need a few.
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It's not really a huge place, in her world. Small-town-ish.
in fact on most earths, it doesn't even exist."Yeah," she said, the smile on her face fading just a bit. She'd say more but, really, the City tended to take care of that. It had a love of dropping her worst memories on the device so who's to say it won't do it again? Smiling a bit more, and a tad bit forced, she continues. And it's just a bit of bullshit. "I like to travel." She really doesn't. Not as often as she's done it, anyway. The next bit, though, that's a bit more honest. "I don't like being in the same place for very long."
Which would, for some, make this place absolutely suck. But it was different for her. The Shop wasn't here, far as she could tell. She'd been here long enough to be discovered. Those aforementioned memories certainly would have gotten their attention.
Where they weren't was a place for her to hold still.
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The food finally arrived, and he nodded toward the waitress with some admiration for her weird...bunny French maid uniform. He liked this restaurant already.
"You switch apartments here often, then?" He immediately bit into one of those little shrimp sushi things. Whatever, it was good.