Who: Tony and Loki When: December 20th, Evening time Where: The restaurant What: Tony's feeling the universe's feelings, man. Warning: Tony's probably going to swear a lot, but otherwise shouldn't be anything worrisome.
Tony wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he'd woken up today feeling all sorts of crazy things. He'd initially thought that some kind of last shred of sanity had snapped and he'd lost his mind. It took him staring vacantly out of one of the windows of the ship and seeing a nearby planet to even realize just what it was that he was feeling. He was feeling the feelings of people on nearby planets. Like all the people. He'd spent much of the morning staring out of the window, letting the feelings wash over him and not even sure if what he was feeling was real or not.
It took most of the day to make himself leave the window and actually try and figure out just what the hell was going on. He was pretty certain someone had freaking dosed him with LSD or something. He'd been on a few drug trips in his life, and while it wasn't usually feeling the feelings of entire planet populations, he'd definitely been a bit touchy-feely emotional before. Could a bus dose him like this? He wouldn't be surprised. It could travel around in space and take them to different dimensions and places in time. Who was to say that it couldn't drug him for...whatever reason?
He'd actually talked to Peter a bit as well, only to find out that he was feeling the same stuff. Had they both been dosed, or was something else going on? He didn't think anything had ever happened to them on the bus before, but that didn't mean anything. He just wasn't sure why this was what was currently going on? Was everyone feeling like this? What the hell was going on?
When the feelings ebbed a little bit more and he at least felt stable enough to not keel over and drool into the carpet, he headed into the restaurant, realizing that he hadn't eaten all day. When another wave hit him, though, he couldn't focus on much and just found himself staring at the buffet, not thinking clearly enough to make a choice on exactly what to eat.