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Nov 16, 2008 18:22

Tony had not really thought about what the island had done to his productivity, mostly because comparatively, it hadn't done a whole lot. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd spent months without doing much before sitting down to a flurry of invention ( Read more... )

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hunts_treasure November 16 2008, 05:45:27 UTC
Even if he didn't have an impressive hillside abode under construction and a personal assistant of varying degrees of helpfulness- clever girl- I shouldn't have thought Tony Stark to be a very difficult man to track down. The odd young man with the large robot possesses the island's abundance of random metal bits, so it's the second place I look. There is only so much island, after all, and I know every bloody inch of it very very well. After a day on the bike to make sure it's in the kind of condition I need it to be before making our trek across the water, I'm still, I suppose, obligated to be grateful that he's easy enough to find.

Though God knows a challenge wouldn't kill me, at this point.

Pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head and slinging my backpack off both shoulders so I can hook it, with my fingers, over only one, I saunter past the wolf-dogs (who seem much more interested in Ulixes than in me) to stand in his light.

"Mr. Stark."

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notawastedlife November 16 2008, 05:58:43 UTC
It wouldn't have been that hard to sneak up on Tony with the music as loud as it was. Except that when Jarvis noted someone approaching, he turned the music down.

"Don't turn my music," Tony scolded, without looking at the newcomer immediately, "Did Pepper teach you that? Don't do that."

Shaking his head, he turned his head to greet, "Miss Croft," without standing up. "In the neighbourhood shopping for scrap metal?"

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hunts_treasure November 16 2008, 06:00:07 UTC
"Services, more like," I reply, smiling faintly. "I hoped to take up a moment of your time."

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notawastedlife November 16 2008, 06:04:16 UTC
"Services, huh?" Tony said, with the obligatory eyebrow pop and a slightly whimsical half-smile that self-deprecatingly acknowledged how obligatory and obvious said eyebrow pop actually was. "I don't know, that usually goes through Pepper, although put right after services, that makes her sound like she's my pimp, which- sure, I could spare a moment. I have one or two spare."

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