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WHO: Tony Stark
WHERE: The Fountain, Blacksmithy.
WHEN: 25 Sept.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Tony Stark.
STATUS: Open, ongoing. Like I'll ever remember to edit this once it's not.

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He squints.

Both at the sunlight and the fact that the world seems to have rearranged itself somehow in the last little while since he most recently took survey of his surroundings, and he's not entirely sure to which direction things have swung but he knows he doesn't like it.

Level one, assessment. He's sitting up on the bottom of a probably-concrete pit outside, and he can hear wildlife. No, wait, not a pit, a fountain, unless one makes the argument that a fountain without any water is technically a pit anyway. "Somebody changed my clothes, sure, why not, that's not weird at all. That hasn't happened since like. Ninety four." Investigating the backpack tells him very little aside from the fact that someone around here apparently lacks forethought and that he's retroactively pretty happy this fountain is empty aside from one increasingly irritated engineer.

"Alright, I don't know what kind of game this is, but it's pretty crappy! Like, terrible. Duke Nukem wouldn't even touch this with a wavebird, and now I'm just talking to myself in a hole. Fantastic. I have red pants, a peacoat, and nothing to get out of here with."

Shouting into the void seems like potentially a Bad Idea, so instead he's gonna poke around and see if he can finagle something out of the pipework maybe. Probably with running commentary to himself.

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Well this is familiar. His hand releases the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and trails over the edge of a shelf. Tony hasn't seen much of wherever the hell this little place is - nothing even really indicates whatever country he's supposed to be in now - but he can't really say it looks that appealing. If there's a blacksmith, then this might be a little bit more rustic than he's comfortable with. Either that or he's found the last bastion of hipsters. That might at least explain the overalls.

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She doesn't know what white sneakers are, so if he's hoping for that to elicit any reaction, he's going to be disappointed.

"There is nothing wrong with being a nurse," she replies, still feeling defensive about the whole thing, though she does manage to lower her arms and leave them loose at her sides. "But I am not one; there are no babes in this place to suckle, and I am certainly not pregnant myself."

Why are they even talking about this?

Tony pauses for a moment. "I think we're working with two different definitions." Deciding that this then means they're done with that part of the conversation, he gives her a sort of once-over one more time - because, wow - before going more or less back to his perusal of the workshop.

"Thanks for information though, that's nice to hear - I always like to know when there aren't any suckling babes nearby. Speeds things right on up. So how long have you been here? And where is here, precisely?"

This Man is very...strange. Tauriel cannot quite parse what it is he is doing, or what he's thinking. She decides to ignore most of his babbling, as it makes no sense whatsoever, and indulging him in it will clearly bring them more harm than good, if only because confusion is distracting and she cannot afford to be distracted right now.

"I have been here less than a day. As to where this is, I do not know."

The few tools there are, he picks up and handles as if he knows them. For a brief moment, Tauriel lets herself hope that he might be a blacksmith; maybe he knows how to work this dormant forge, maybe he could fabricate weapons for her. "What is your name?"

Oh fantastic, she's new here too. Actually now he's a little curious. "Did you spring up in the fountain? Who helped you out?" Because he wasn't in there too long, but it's really not that big of a fountain that he would have missed an entire other occupant.

Anyway, it means that she nearly certainly isn't going to have any answers for him. The tools he finds seem sound enough - everything in here looks like a Spartan soldier would call it ancient by Tony's standards, but it isn't as though he hasn't worked with less before. He tests a couple of the moving parts to see if they even can, and gets more or less what he was expecting. Not terrible, but in matching with the rest of the rather used décor.

Also lord, his second having to introduce himself in one day, this is going to be exhausting. "Tony Stark. What's yours, not-a-nurse?"

"Nobody helped me," she says serenely, although the implication that someone helped him stings a little bit. There was nobody around when she appeared in the fountain, no voices even that might indicate people nearby. "I climbed out on my own."

It wasn't easy going, either. The walls of the fountain weren't perfectly smooth, but they were hardly pockmarked enough to provide easy hand- and foot-holds. Still, she is slight and strong, and she made it out eventually.

His introduction means nothing to her, as she has absolutely no idea who Tony Stark might be. She's polite enough to incline her head towards him in something close to a bow, however, because she's been raised right. "I am Tauriel," she replies, although she doesn't expect him to know who she might be either.

"Are you familiar with a blacksmith's tools?" she asks finally, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

That earns her another glance from him in his perusal, "Did you? Well good for you, ten points to-" there's a quick onceover before he goes back to his task. "Huffledor."

He picks up something to eye-sight it down the handle to make sure it's straight, then sets it down to do the same to one that was sitting next to it. "I've made my way around a forge or two. This stuff is all like. A hundred years old." Hyperbole? Who knows. "What do you do back in the green woods?"

He keeps saying the most bizarre things. Tauriel frowns sharply, wondering if perhaps he's sick. Or drunk. That would explain quite a lot, really. Her concern melts into exasperation almost without her realizing it. "I don't know what that means," she says blankly, one eyebrow lifting rather pointedly.

He putters around the tools some more, picking them up and looking closely at them before setting them down, seemingly content to handle each and every thing in here without looking at her, leaving her standing across the room like a recalcitrant child. Because she's always been too curious for her own good, she finds herself creeping silently closer, intrigued by the tools he's fiddling with.

"I am," was, "Captain of the Kingsguard."

"I didn't think you would - it was mostly for self-amusement," Tony says, straight up while picking up a hammer and being pleased that it seems to be sound and sturdy for working with. He doesn't hit it against anything, just setting it back down instead, but when he turns he happens to catch the look on her face. Okay, maybe he should play a little nicer. She did also just arrive, so they're sort of in this together, or whatever.

Granted, she was the one who originally decided she wanted to stay on the other side of the room, but. "I have a talent for exasperating redheads. As in, providing the exasperation, as I'm rarely the recipient of that particular emotion." Which is about as close to any form of 'okay sorry that was rude' she's going to be able to get from him. He does pay a bit more attention to her though, looking at her when she's speaking and all that. Besides, he's running out of tools to check.

"No shit? That sounds important." The weird thing is that he doesn't see any products. There's nothing in progress, nothing that seems to be waiting to be picked up by Ma and Pa Schmuck down at the alehouse, just a bit of dust settling here and there. Some of the tools look like they might fall apart, others likely need to be worked on by other tools a bit before they're living up to their full potential, but either way, the lack of occupancy in this whole little set up would thrill the 99%. "Very egalitarian for a bunch of people living in the woods. How do you like it?"

sorry mario

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lord i thought i hit post hours ago i'm so sorry

no worries!

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