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[ MINGLE ] FORGE AFTER HOURS

WHO: Tony Stark
WHERE: South Village Forge
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: Smitherns (Thor, Brigitte, Annie Cresta, Siefer), Plus Ones, Passers by, and Friends! Anyone, really, come on down.
WARNINGS: Language, discussion of canon typical violence probably, drinking?

THE HEARTH

With the bulk of the work and chores done for the day, the heart's banked down to a tolerable level rather than steel meltingly hot, positively cozy. Tables are cleared of metal filings and shavings, the floor is swept, extra chairs and seating or overturned crates serve as places to kick back and enjoy the warmth. A large kettle of tea is kept brewing all night, another of coffee, and a jug of cool water for those thirsty with no real requirement RE flavor. There's a rack for coats and scarves when people don't need to be quite so bundled up, and space cleared enough for milling about, tossing ideas back and forth, or simply relaxing. Arguments happen at The Debate Wall, not by the fire.

THE FOOD

It's an eclectic spread- a pot of stew, some crusty bread, frittatas, a few large, simple cheese pizzas, bottles of wine, and whatever other food the Smitherns or their Plus Ones chose to bring. It's a bit of a potluck, food spread out on one table for perusal, plates waiting and a bin for dirty dishes. Tony will scrub up at the end of the night. By the fire there's a waffle iron and as many toppings as they could find for waffles- jams, zalpaca butter, dried fruit, preserved peaches. Serve yourself or sit and sample!

THE CHILL OUT CORNER

For the more introspective or anyone taking a break from The Debate Wall, there's a comfortable chair tucked in the far corner where the light isn't as bright, the sound not quite so loud- and in this chair sits a young Peacat, a smaller pot for tea, and a few books. Elton's a friendly sort and will chirrup to lean for pets or simply sit on a lap and purr, offering calming, quiet company.

THE DEBATE WALL

Scrubbed clean for the night, the wall opposite Tony's Scrawled projects, equations, rules and definitions- currently marked only with a few notes RE proper charcoal use 'It's for the wall, not your hands, not anyone's clothes', the large space cleared for marking out or drawing out- well. Games, hangman, tic-tac-toe, sketches, or debate points. The only other rule listed is 'If you're going to pick a hill to die on, cite your references'.

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Hosting!

A good host minds their guests- he's cleaned up a little from the day of work, scrubbed his hands clean, combed through his hair, made sure he didn't smell like ozone and metal, but it's a casual get together more than anything else. After being taken by the spine and shook pretty hard the month previous- he's better. Still weary in the slump of his shoulders and the darker circles under his eyes- but they're not as bad as they were. Tony's smiling, laughing, teasing. Inviting people in for a little warmth and ideas. He tops off glasses of wine if anyone's drinking, pats shoulders, and points everyone to the waffle station Rhodey's manning because- honestly? Nothing seems to make the man happier. Every new visitor gets a smile and a wave in to sit and chat, and everyone gets asked the same three questions. "What do you think we need in the village? What kind of problems have you been noticing?"

And the most important: "Which is better, pancakes or waffles? I've got a bet going."

The Chill Out Corner

Glad as he is to have everyone (and he is, it's nice to have company, a full gathering of people talking about ideas, how to make them, how to solve problems, tossing inane, frivolous inventions back and forth like it's a sport- he needs a moment to breathe a little. When no one else is settled there Tony slides into the chair, scooping Elton up to settle against his chest, the peacat's head tucked up under Tony's chin as he purrs. It's a familiar, soothing sound by now. A few minutes of this ad slowly stroking Elton's fur and feathers? And he'll be ready for another round of hosting.

Wildcard

Got something else in mind? Hit me.

Lost Here

When it comes to it, this wasn't where he'd planned to be for the night. What he had planned was hanging out at the house, pointedly ignoring everything he should be thinking about. Shouldn't be thinking about. Don't worry about it, not important. What was important was that when Seifer had knocked on the door and said effectively 'get dressed loser, we're going out.' With nothing better to do and a promise of food, Nida had followed. All the way to what he had personally marked as forbidden territory: the forge.

And with Seifer pretty much ditching within moments of arrival, Nida was left looking around, trying to figure out what was going on. What were all these tools? Who were all of these people ~~he hadn't really met any of them~~? What is he even doing here? Seifer, Hyne he can't believe he is going to say this, come back.

Story Time

The thing about a forge is that it gets him to thinking, mostly about the things that come out of places like this. It makes him think of a junk shop, usually run by people who managed weapon creation. His fingers run across an ingot an smiles.

"Seeing things like this makes me remember when I had to replace my first halberd. Always be careful with your weapon when fighting Grendels I guess."

Debate Wall 1: Dragons vs Bears

The problem with giving Malik a place to pose the question to a group and a wall to put tallies on is that he's going to use it to attempt to prove one point here.

His handwriting is fairly impeccible as he puts three list headers up: 'Dragons', 'Bears' and 'Both'.

"Dragons are an interdimensional rarity compared to other dangerous creatures. Bears are more a more common occurrence to be wary of. Multiple people from the same reality only count once for the dragon and bear counting."

Food

When he's not engaging in vigorous debate with people at the debate wall, Malik's taking careful part of the offered food. He inherently can't eat quickly without a table or friend to hold a plate for him so he mostly just hangs by the table with a habitually wary eye on the gathered group.

"Ah, sorry. Am I in the way?"

Wildcard

Want to strike up a debate? Malik will engage with pretty much anyone, or back up someone's point on a matter.

One for Rhodey:

At some point, after his talk with Tony, Seifer couldn't help but do precisely what he was told not to do. After all you don't bring up a potentially humiliating and yet hilarious story involving alcohol and bad decisions unless you absolutely want someone to go ask about it. Which he is doing now, by sidling up to Rhodey manning the waffle machine.

Don't hate him for his pancakes Rhodey, someone had to bring the second half of the argument to the table. "So, Rhodester, got a question for you. Tony mentioned a Puerto Rico and Spring Break of 87. What happened that got him all defensive about tequila?" He grinned at the older man, eager for the tale. Seifer loves storytime.

The Hearth- OTA:

After obtaining a hot bowl of stew Seifer moved to settle by the fire with a cup of coffee. It's a rare treat he can't get much of anymore. Hyne does he miss Garden's awful, oil consistency coffee. Probably the only thing he misses out of Garden that's not his posse. He's keeping a wary eye on the debate wall, not really wanting to engage in arguments about bears versus dragons or anything of that sort. He'll just enjoy the show from the safety of his chair, observing the people milling around. And especially the doors. There's always a part of him that's paranoid.

Maybe he'll work on sketching up some project ideas while everyone else talks. Seifer's not the chatty sort himself, he's content with keeping watch and listening in like a creep while the others socialize. It's weird, being in an environment that's so casual like this. With so many people, and no one silently judging you the whole time. As it turns out he's really bad at this socializing thing.

The Debate Wall - OTA:

Alright. He lied to himself. Eventually he rustled up the guts to go poke at the wall. Rather than paint any particularly earth-shattering arguments he just drew up a quick schematic of a gunblade, then underlined it. And left it at that. Just leaning beside his rough draft of Hyperion, sipping on another coffee. He's going to take advantage while it's up for grabs. Come on, they can't say the word, but Tony never said he couldn't draw one. Let's see who among their engineering-minded can come up with a better design that's less taxing on the wrist. He's dreadfully curious to know.

Wildcard - OTA:

Anything else? Hit me up!

Edited 2019-01-13 18:58 (UTC)

WAFFLES

Kat hadn't planned to stay for very long. She had wanted to check in with Tony and talk about some of the projects she had wanted to help him with. Then she saw that there were waffles and all other plans went firmly out the window. She missed the city, the fast food and the 24 hours dinners. Waffles had always been the best part about her late night missions and she was going to indulge now that she had the chance.

Once she had her waffle, she sat near the fire but out of the way, and ate.

It was like heaven on a crispy slotted desert.

CHILL OUT

Kat had stood at the debate wall but there were a lot of things that she didn't have a good reference for. She had the mind for mechanics but some of her ideas were an overly simplified approach to what would otherwise be a complicated problem.

So she kept Elton company and listened to the soft buzz of those gathered nearby. She flipped through the books and eventually found herself incredibly focused in a book that described basic static properties and constructions. It helped fill in the some of the blanks and she had fantastic company.

WILDCARD

I am up for anything!

Connor had inspected what passed for manufacturing facilities. Had a... revealing chat with the proprietor. He'd even managed to acquire some confirmation of human's claims. While more recent work and traffic muddied the trail too much to properly reconstruct the scene, there was plenty of evaporated thirium throughout the premises.

No biocomponents, but if Stark was making use of his predecessor's parts, he doubts they would be out on display. He'd acquired the evidence he needed, and even a few possibilities to investigate next. Really, Connor meant to be long gone.

But there was something... pressing at his processors. A sense of lightness. A strange warmth, biasing his calculations towards the favorable, regardless of the numerous concerns. He'd run no less than seven diagnostics since he first noticed the malfunction, and not a one gave any indication of its source. Did Stark do something to him? Even that suspicion is... difficult to focus on. To consider with the proper weight.

Fingers curl just slightly at the android's side as he stares ahead—apparently, at a blank section of workbench. Thirium stains aren't visible to a human eye. Still, even a human could detect the upward twitch of Connor's lips. It's followed immediately by a frown—which in turn smothers under a perfectly expressionless facade. Only the steady spinning of his blue LED reveals any sign of agitation.

He's working perfectly.

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Tony

Nida | OTA