The Hike up & Digging A Hole, W/ A Touch of Environmental Effects
This should be easy. Get up at the crack of dawn, meet everyone in the fountain park, shake himself awake and hike. He hasn't had to hike in fucking forever, but daily treks too and from the fountain while carrying shit keeps his mind far, far away from wandering in the desert. For one? It's cold. For two? He's very much not alone. Being productive and proactive has him in a good mood- enough to be cheerful, happily elbowing his fellows to check in with them, how they're settling into the village, what they need, what they miss, becoming more and more honest about what he misses from home the longer they linger in the mist. He doesn't think anything of it until someone asks how he's doing and he answers, bluntly- "Panicking but trying to hide it."
Well shit.
He bites his tongue till he finds somewhere to start, a good sight, and figures if he spends all his time digging into the ore? He won't say anything ridiculous if prompted.
Encounters With Natives
"...I am not an animal person." He's a robot person. This is pretty well established but- it's a nest. Of kitten bird things. All big eyes and ruffled feathers, mewling because the're hungry and- "Cats are obligate carnivores, right?"
It's not like he carries milk with him. The canteen of tea is decidedly not kitten friendly, a few scraps of meat softened in water to be chewable? Seems to do the trick. "Right. Okay. No promises. I'll just- bring you down to the village, someone will be willing to take care of you."
Like they can understand him. It works- up until he's sitting stock still, afraid to move, kittens nestled all over him as the figure his shirt is prime climbing material. "...a little help?"
In Too Deep
Honestly? He should've expected something like this. Working away with a lantern keeping his area bright, things have been going smoothish? Bout of truth seruming earlier aside. They're getting plenty of stone and viable, rich ore for him to melt down and use, a couple of minerals that could be ground for dye. All in all? He's been happy with their results. Swinging with the pick and finding it sinking deeper than it should, seeing the wall in front of him crack? has him giddy for a half second before it crumbles away enough for him to see red glowing eyes on the other side. "Oh fuck-"
He scrambles backward, grabbing the lantern on his way out. "CLEAR THE MINE!"
Sprinting for the exit he can hear the scrabble of claws, the snarling growls nipping at his heels. Of all the times to not have the fucking suit-
Tony Stark | OTA
This should be easy. Get up at the crack of dawn, meet everyone in the fountain park, shake himself awake and hike. He hasn't had to hike in fucking forever, but daily treks too and from the fountain while carrying shit keeps his mind far, far away from wandering in the desert. For one? It's cold. For two? He's very much not alone. Being productive and proactive has him in a good mood- enough to be cheerful, happily elbowing his fellows to check in with them, how they're settling into the village, what they need, what they miss, becoming more and more honest about what he misses from home the longer they linger in the mist. He doesn't think anything of it until someone asks how he's doing and he answers, bluntly- "Panicking but trying to hide it."
Well shit.
He bites his tongue till he finds somewhere to start, a good sight, and figures if he spends all his time digging into the ore? He won't say anything ridiculous if prompted.
Encounters With Natives
"...I am not an animal person." He's a robot person. This is pretty well established but- it's a nest. Of kitten bird things. All big eyes and ruffled feathers, mewling because the're hungry and- "Cats are obligate carnivores, right?"
It's not like he carries milk with him. The canteen of tea is decidedly not kitten friendly, a few scraps of meat softened in water to be chewable? Seems to do the trick. "Right. Okay. No promises. I'll just- bring you down to the village, someone will be willing to take care of you."
Like they can understand him. It works- up until he's sitting stock still, afraid to move, kittens nestled all over him as the figure his shirt is prime climbing material. "...a little help?"
In Too Deep
Honestly? He should've expected something like this. Working away with a lantern keeping his area bright, things have been going smoothish? Bout of truth seruming earlier aside. They're getting plenty of stone and viable, rich ore for him to melt down and use, a couple of minerals that could be ground for dye. All in all? He's been happy with their results. Swinging with the pick and finding it sinking deeper than it should, seeing the wall in front of him crack? has him giddy for a half second before it crumbles away enough for him to see red glowing eyes on the other side. "Oh fuck-"
He scrambles backward, grabbing the lantern on his way out. "CLEAR THE MINE!"
Sprinting for the exit he can hear the scrabble of claws, the snarling growls nipping at his heels. Of all the times to not have the fucking suit-