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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-18 22:58:00

Entry tags:

!log, bob falfa, cameron, cinderella, cloud strife, galen, gwen cooper, ianto jones, jack harkness, kurt wagner, light yagami, linda carter, roger smith, selina kyle, terry mcginnis, tony stark, zatanna zatara

Who: Tony Stark and OPEN TO EVERYONE
What: A day at the races
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The World's Fair
Warnings: None
OOC: See here and feel free to post separate threads!

Living within the bubble of his social circle meant that Tony didn't meet many new people on a daily basis. He tended to know the names or faces of each person he interacted with from day to day, and if they were new in his life then more often than not they were women. Women entered and left his life through the revolving door at the entrance to Stark Industries. Normal people, on the other hand, they were hard to come by. He didn't lack for company --Misty and Ianto certainly kept his life interesting-- but they were only two of what he was slowly realising were many people stranded in New York, outside of their own times and locales. While giving to charities was certainly a plus and he would never turn down the opportunity to drive a car extremely fast, the real purpose of the race, in Tony's mind, was to mingle. He wanted to know what was going on in his city.

He didn't blend into crowds particularly well, what with his distinctive facial hair and blue, Stark Industries racing jumpsuit, but this was still more new people than he'd been around in ages. The jumpsuit was quick to fall down at his waist once Tony had jumped off stage after saying the necessary few words about the importance of philanthropy, human responsibility and giving the winners their checks. He slid the sleeves down and tied them haphazardly around his waist before wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. There was a change of clothes waiting for him somewhere, but after fifty laps of the track he wasn't so eager to be confined again too quickly. His thin undershirt was good enough for the moment, even with the arc reactor glowing visibly beneath the surface. It was a conversation starter... of a sort.

The main pavilion was bustling when he finally made it in that direction. Unnoticed at first, that was spoiled when a pretty, female reporter approached him and asked yet again if Stark Industries had anything to do with the new building complex that had gone up in Midtown. Tony wasn't sure in just how many languages he could tell these people, "I had nothing to do with it." Just as curious as the next person, the only reason he wasn't there examining the building himself was his prior obligation and plan to the race that afternoon. He could have slipped away then to see it, but not only would Misty have his neck, it would have defeated the purpose of being there at all. Tony continued his walk, a leisurely pace set towards the Globe and fountain at the center of the fair.

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whats_your_name
2011-06-21 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Light accepted and shook her hand. In Gwen, it seemed, he had made an important connection. He'd be careful to keep such an alliance alive. Knowing not only one person but a team of people capable of gathering information could be extremely beneficial.

"I understand," he replied. "I don't want to call too much attention to myself either." That's why he had been so subtle in the beginning of their conversation. "The internet would be useful," he added. He missed his cell phone, too. It was strange to him that he had to be in his room in order to receive phone calls - how limiting.

He gave Gwen his phone number and once again promised to let her know if he came across anything useful information. "I'm glad we met," he told her with a smile.

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welshcurves
2011-06-21 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Oh her cell phone. Gwen missed hers terribly - not so much the ability to make and receive calls away from home as much as she missed the recent pictures of her and Rhys stored on the device. She'd nearly cried when the last bit of energy drained from the lithium ion battery; she was determined to hold onto it, hoping that the data wouldn't deteriorate over the next 40 years for her cellphone model to come around again. She might be an old woman in her 70s, by the time she could see those pictures again, but she really didn't care.

"I am too," she agreed, offering a genuine smile back. Her eyes flicked over the crowd and landed on Jack. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a heavy sigh. "The wanker," she grumbled before looking back at Light. "I'm sorry, I'm going to need to excuse myself; my 'husband' is back to his old tricks of flirting with everything with a post code, and I should probably intervene before someone starts questioning the validity of our 'marriage'." She emphasized the words husband and marriage with air quotes, before rolling her eyes and slowly standing.

"I swear I need to invest in a shock collar for that man."

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whats_your_name
2011-06-21 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Light followed Gwen's glance to see what had caused her reaction. Ah. He nodded in understanding. "Good luck," he said, offering her a small, encouraging smile. Though her final comment was more of an expression than anything else, it make Light wonder whether or not there were shock collars in the 1960s. He could probably stand to do more book-related research on the 60s, especially now that putting himself out there socially had paid off some. Yes, his next step would be the library. Maybe he'd learn something important, something he could otherwise miss.

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