Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Stark is in the house! Or on the wagon. All right, just kidding because I'm not totally giving up my scotch. As the tech here hasn't progressed beyond travel by wagons or horses, I couldn't resist. Horses?! They bite. They shite, as JARVIS might say.
Or maybe the stoned locals also used brooms, flying carpets and curtains (not the doily lace kind)?
And WTFery, there were DRAGONS flying up there with me! I'd like the damned instruction manual part of this journal to explain that in excruciating detail but it doesn't.
I hear laughter. Definitely feminine. Let's go meet someone! Stay tuned for more later, readers.
-TS
[OOC: Tony joins
Ladies Night Out!]