halfbloodhill | Mark I || Action

[Well, if this isn't the cherry to top off this shit-sundae, Tony doesn't know what is. He's a veritable orphan and yet the prodigal son, is thisclose to a double PhD which he could use to finally escape his name and make a better one, when lo and behold... he's sentenced to indefinite probation at a summer camp. In December. Because of his father. Sperm donor. Whatever.

Merry freaking Christmas.

He elected to postpone any kind of tour and all too soon, and still completely unprepared, found himself at his cabin. With his... siblings. And he can still barely suppress the painful feeling that punched him in the gut the moment he arrived.

This feels like home.

Instead of just embracing the feeling, of course, he's fighting it and off on his own, brooding. As has become habit the past few days. He has some graph paper and a pen and is pretty consistently either sketching or staring off into space.]

{Tony can be found in the Hephaestus cabin, around the cabin, and possibly down by the lake. Wherever it would make sense to sulk for a bit while he sorts out his brain-space and stifles down the unsettling feelings of both belonging and repulsion. Not to mention ignoring exactly what day it is.}

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[ When Leo comes into Cabin Nine, there's something different. The little bronze dragon curled around his neck and shoulders is the one to point the new guy out to him with a chirp, and he smiles. You'd think as counselor he'd be informed of someone new staying in his cabin, but oh well. It's not like he takes the position that seriously, anyway. ]

Hey, new guy! What're you working on?

[ He's genuinely curious, so he and Scout will be coming right over to invade your personal space. ]

[Tony is sitting in the middle of his bed surrounded by graphing papers, all in various states of done and undone: concepts his brain just couldn't let go, improvements to things he's already designed, and, out of habit, a schematic or two that would be acceptable to pass on to Stark Industries... if, you know, that was actually a thing that could happen. Which he's pretty sure isn't.

He looks up at the greeting, eyebrow raised, but does a pretty decent approximation of smiling. He wonders how long he'll be the New Guy.

And whoa, okay, hi, personal space...]

Did I miss some kind of dragon initiation, because if I did, I think I'm actually a little pissed. [grinning, and moving right on to the next subject]

A little bit of everything...Uh. This is not actually serious, just something I'm playing with... [he hands over a couple schematics, detailing what appear to be rocket-powered shoes with a recycling fuel system, while covertly tucking in a couple other schematics under his leg.]

And hi. I'm Tony. [he holds out a hand]

Hey, I made my own. [ He says that, but Dany made Scout here, and he only fixed Festus up. Either way, you're on your own if you want dragons, dude.

With a shrug, he shakes Tony's hand. ] Leo, cabin counselor. And this is Scout.

[ She makes a cheerful little sound in greeting before jumping down from Leo's shoulders and into Tony's lap. Excuse her - she's nosy, wanting to look at the designs from close up. ]

Huh. This is like those winged shoes Hermes is supposed to wear, only a thousand times cooler.

Alright, then you must definitely teach me your ways, because I can't be the only guy here without a fire-breathing buddy, I'll get a complex. [He's only half serious. He definitely wants to create his own familiar, but it's going to be something no one else has. He'll figure it out eventually.]

Whoa, okay, hi... [He adjusts to accommodate SUDDEN DRAGON IN LAP but can't help grinning that someone actually likes the designs.]

Uh, thanks. Definitely still in the concept stage, but, there's some potential... [There's no way this would have flown with his father (Howard) but here... it seemed he might just have the freedom to make some of his crazy ideas a reality.]

Now that would be tragic. Where's the fun in life if you can't make a few sparks everywhere you go?

[ To be fair, Scout only just got her flame attachment, and while Festus is perfectly capable of turning the woods into a smoldering pile of ashes, Leo's more than able to do it himself. ]

Looks like it'd be hard to control, though. Too powerful, and they could rip your legs off. Not powerful enough, and you won't get anywhere. And how were thinking of directing and balancing them so they don't make you look like one of those flaily balloon things car salesmen use while you're in the air?

My thoughts exactly!

[Seriously, though, when he's not busy actively hating everything, he will want to learn a thing or two about creating a personal assistant. Friend. Whatever.]

Yeah, no this needs to be sexy, which is why I'm working on these. [Tony hands over another couple pages, roughly detailing a pair of gloves with flight stabilizing repulsor disks in the palms. No, he hasn't worked out any of the specifics, or even most of the math, yet. Not to mention a power source...]

Intuitive power control, ideally, bursts of energy as needed to stabilize, but hopefully not snap your back if you decide to do a somersault. Haven't quite... worked out the minor details yet.

[ He glances over the designs, a thoughtful look in his eyes. ]

I guess that'd do it, but then you'd better not need your hands. What are you planning to do with this, just fly around?

[ Which is a perfectly good reason, in his book - he's just curious. ]

[He shrugs, but he's smiling. There's a lot more to this design, but he doesn't feel like giving it all up on the first date.]

For now? Yeah. I'm sure I can think of something practical for it eventually, but I'm just throwing out ideas and seeing what sticks. It's cathartic.

[And oh, does he need catharsis, right now.]

Any suggestions?

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