Good morning

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Who: Tony Stark + OTA
Where: Dining Carriage/ Kitchen
When: Month Apple, Day 2
What: Come bug him while he's eating breakfast/ having coffee
Warnings: Language maybe?
Notes: I'll make a note on a tag if it contains Endgame spoilers, but I'll try to avoid them.


Oh god, it wasn't a dream.

Some habits died hard, like his internal clock that had him waking early to a dark cramped space that after some moments confused, he remembered to be his bunk on a train. Moving as quietly as he could, he gathered some toiletries and slips into the bathroom for a shower trying not to wake anyone. From there it's a change of clothes and then the hunt for the one thing that will keep him sane during this trek- coffee.

Wearing one of the red polo shirts he'd been given, Tony arrives at the dining car early. He leaves the wheelchair downstairs in the kitchen, finding for just the short journey upstairs he doesn't need it. While he was in the kitchen, he doesn't protest too hard when someone on kitchen duty fixes him an egg white omelet, toast, and coffee.

Upstairs, he finds a good spot where he could watch the door and settles in to enjoy his breakfast and ponder over the fact that this situation he was in might not actually be a hallucination after all. He sorely misses his tablet where he could check the world news like he usually did over breakfast, but these things happen when you're randomly kidnapped by a freaky train in middle of the void.

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"Oh go on," Tony jokes. She was really good for his ego. However, she reminds him enough of Pepper to know crossing her would be a very bad and possibly painful experience. She was just.. strong? That didn't seem quite the right word. It was accurate but not enough. Hmm, he'd have to think on that for a while.

Point is, he likes her. Too bad she was married. And he's married. Except.. he's married to someone he will never see again.

He listens closely to her experience with this kind of travel and handling commerce. Slowly he nods, realizing just how useful he could be to a random town. He could fix a few tractors or whatever and probably make more than enough to stock his room full of liquor. (He means, stock up the medical supplies).

The remark on his socks gets him to laugh out right. "I don't think even my roommates want to deal with those but they have to when they're on my feet." He wasn't wearing those big boots when sitting on his bunk after all.

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"Am I wrong?" Sarai asked, arching a brow at him. She knew she wasn't wrong. Oddly enough, it sort of seemed like Tony had her number, as much as Sarai had his. At least she felt like she could help keep his mind off of things. Things he'd rather not think about.

Not that Sarai didn't firmly believe that Tony would see his family again. She didn't know he was thinking about it, or she'd mention it. To try to boost his spirits, if nothing else.

"Well, don't we all. And everyone has to deal with mine, too! I've had big boots before, but those are up there! I am not fond of big, clunky boots, and those are certainly that!" Yeah, that sort of thing made her glad she had one of the top bunks in 1B. (Not that Dread could fit on a top bunk, anyway...)

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"No in the slightest, I just like the compliments," Tony teases back. "Seriously though, how did a guy like Dread win someone like you?" He gives her a wink before laughing at his own antics. He wasn't serious, of course, and was pretty confident she knew it. They were both becoming friends and he'd never been shy about flirting with friends.

Just ask Captain America. Pre-Bucky, of course.

"Really? Do you think we could even see your socks? You're so tiny, I bet my daughter's socks would fit you." He gets up and pours himself another cup of coffee before offering to pour her some more too.

Note to self: Find Sarai some new daintier boots.

[sweetnessandfight]

"Oh, well." When he asked her how Dread won someone like her, Sarai dropped her gaze, cheeks going pink. "That was mostly me--I didn't take no for an answer. I met him coming off the boat in Limsa Lominsa--he hadn't even reached the Arcanist's Guild yet--and I grabbed his ass. To be fair, he has a nice one!"

She had to laugh at that, though, but despite it, what she'd said was all true. What a conversation to have over breakfast, though! And she gratefully accepted Tony's offer of coffee.

"Hey, Lalafell are smaller than I am--and I cannot fit into their clothes, so! I'm..." The protest dies on her lips. Sure, Lalafell are smaller than she is, but Sarai is well aware she's pretty small.

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Tony leans his head back and laughs. That was priceless! He wants to ask if could reach it, but he's laughing too hard to get it out. He wipes one of his eyes and shakes her head.

"You're perfect, never change!" He would've loved to have seen Dread's face. "Lalafells are what exactly?" And instead of waiting for the answer...

"Back home I'm part of a group of defenders of our world and pretty much anywhere else that seems to need it. We're called the Avengers. Every member of that has special powers or abilities that make them useful in fighting against crazy people or natural events that we need to help people with. We started off being a relatively small group, but it's expanded to, I don't know,...eleven officially and then at least a dozen tagalongs." He pauses to consider if that was the right number or not. It was hard to tell given he'd only just met most of them and their group was so fractured. He finally waves a hand, like that number didn't matter.

"Anyway, this one guy isn't all that special himself, but he has this suit that makes him able to shrink down to the tiniest molecule and up to the size of a several story high sky scraper. He's known as Ant Man- or Scott, depending on what the situation requires. He can do it very rapidly too, which is the real source of his power. Imagine someone the size of a tiny bug springs off something and then hits you with the size and force of a rhino! Well, you likely don't have rhinos where you're from."

Where was he going with this? Oh right. Size. "So we'd better hope for a Scott soon to find all your socks."

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"Lalafell are smallfolk! People! But they only come up to about my waist, they're only about three and a half feet high." Truth be told, she'd never even seen a Lalafellin child, they had to be smaller than their parents...and clearly, well-protected.

"Your Avengers sound a bit like the Scions," Sarai mused, before falling silent to listen to him. Yes, the more he talked, the more they sounded like the Scions indeed--save with less in the way of powers. None of her friends seemed...entirely supernatural, even Y'shtola with her scrape with the Flow spell.

"What's a rhino? Perhaps we've something like it?" she ended up asking. But that last had her laughing. "Tony! I promise you, I can keep track of my own footwear!"

Though really, if she didn't have to wear these boots, she probably wouldn't wear socks, either...

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"Up to your waist? So if any of those Lalafell get on board, I'm going to need to get stronger glasses, huh?" He teases. It was a joke, but that was a very small person. It might end up being difficult for them if they ever ended up on this train. The kitchen had many cupboards that were much higher than Sarai's waist and the top bunks in here would be considerably high for them.

"A Scion, huh? Who are they?" He was picturing something like a guardian angel.

He opens his notebook and draws a very rough sketch of what a rhinoceros. "This part here is a large horn and its hide is very thick, almost like armor. They're native to semiarid lands. They aren't very smart, but you wouldn't want to be its target if it decides to charge."

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"They're an organization, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. They were formed from the former Circle of Knowing and the Path of the Twelve after Archon Louisoix went missing. He's presumed dead, sadly. They keep tabs on the beast tribes, as to whether or not they're summoning their Primals, and the Ascians, as well. Technically, I am a member too, but I'm more...'Sarai, go there, do this, gather your allies and kill this Primal.' That sort of thing." But she's amused, if nothing else, as she leans in to look at Tony's drawing.

"All right, no, nothing quite like that. We do have rather large tortoises--they're called adamantoises, and they sound similar. You wouldn't want one of them to jump when you're close...not the same, but equally as dangerous. They're native to Thanalan--which is arid."

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Tony has to laugh. All those names that had no meaning to him were going to make his head hurt. "I have, no idea what you just said," he jokes. "Is this Archon fellow like a god? Somehow I have a hard time believing you let anyone just order you about." God or not.

The concept of comparing a rhino to a giant tortoise was pretty hilarious, but as he considers both descriptions of the animals they weren't so far off. He wonders how close an adamantoise was to a real tortoise from his world. Huh. "They should make a void train zoo. Somewhere you can see all the crazy, random animals for all of our worlds." It was a ridiculous idea, but Sarai seemed the type to be receptive to random suggestions like that.

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"No, Louisoix was no god. Just very knowledgeable; his knowledge was passed on to his grandchildren, Alisaie and Alphinaud. They're doing their best." Though by her time, both of Louisoix's grandchildren were trapped in slumber due to the Calling; something Sarai herself had been subject to, at least once. If not more than once.

It was not something she wanted to share with Tony; not yet.

"I'm not sure an actual zoo might be a good idea, but perhaps a holographic representation? With an accompanying description?"

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"Are Lassie and Alfred also these scion people?" Tony quips, knowing she won't understand the joke fully but it amuses him so he said it. He recognizes there are plenty of things about this subject Sarai wasn't telling him, but it sounded like a lot to take in at once. Perhaps some day it might be important enough to remember.

"Wonder how many of those pokemon creatures there are. Have you seen the weird little rabbit Eva has?" As he says it, he is reminded of when he met the talking raccoon he thought was from build-a-bear till it moved. What was the critter's name? Rocko, rocket, rock.. whatever. Thor called him a rabbit as if that monster of a man could make himself look any more stupid in Tony's eyes than he already did.

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Sarai couldn't help but choke back a laugh as Tony misnamed the Leveilleur twins. "They're...more affiliated, I suppose. Though they did more with the scions during the Ala Mhigan revolution, I suppose."

That made Sarai chuckle again. "Princess? Yes. He sort of has a talent for being where he's not supposed to be, but it's not bad. He's cute, so I just sort of try to move him aside." And a lot of times, she feeds him. Not a lot, just a few tidbits of fruit or veggie, but she really couldn't resist the soulful eyes...

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"Really?" Tony asks, surprised that the pokemon was found around the train. "I've only seen him with Eva. But.. I've also not been looking that much." He wonders why the rodent hadn't been hanging around somewhere he'd been before except in his room.

He shrugs. "Speaking of.. I've made a survey for people to fill out. I'm hoping we can find a pattern between our backgrounds and what worlds and times we're coming from. Perhaps it'll clue us in to how to get you all home."

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"Food is an excellent motivator," Sarai said, chuckling again. "I'm sure Eva keeps him relatively close, but she can't keep an eye on him all the time, I suppose." Unless she kept him in the strange device she claimed to carry him in--a thing that boggled Sarai's mind.

"Oh? I'll have to fill that out, though I've no idea whether or not it'll be any help. The least I can do is try, correct?" But she grinned at that.

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Tony chuckles about why Sarai had seen Princess. It made sense now that he heard it, given Sarai was in the kitchen. "There isn't a lock on that ball of hers?" Was it safe for the people here and for the rabbit to be allowed to wander around unattended?

He smiles at her remark about the questionnaire. "I honestly don't know either. It's worth the attempt even if the results aren't what I'm hoping they will be. It might be useful to have some basic information about who we are traveling with anyway."

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"I suppose. Well, I'll do what I can, and I'll help Dread with his--unless it's on the screened device." Most styluses weren't made for Roegadyn fingers, really. At least not most common ones. Which was no fault of any here--save perhaps the one who brought them here. Who was still a mystery, so Sarai could hardly take umbrage.

Though she might, if they ever showed their face.

"I suppose if you need help compiling the information, you can trouble me, as we both know, there's not a great deal of things to do here." Seven hells, Sarai had picked up the slack in cleaning considering there were no Blue team members, at the moment.