Mark I || Action

[the_futurist]

[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.}

Comments

[toeverywhere]

I do.

Welcome to the life of a demigod. We're always the last to know.

aaaaagh I totally thought I'd tagged you back DX

[the_futurist]

No wonder the mortality rates are shit. [He shakes his head with a dry chuckle]

There a newsletter I can sign up for or something? I gotta get ahead of the curve somehow...

[Yeah, he's full of it.]

nope, but no worries <3

[toeverywhere]

Hah, unfortunately, no. What better way than to alert Gaea to our every move than with a news letter?

[the_futurist]

[He's missing technology something fierce, and that just brings it to the forefront. Yeah, it's only been a few days, but when your entire existence has existed around it for, well, your entire life...]

Yeah, heard that one. Someone needs to get around to doing something about the serious lack of untraceable technology in the world.

[And he's about to dedicate a lot of time to just that. Wasted it may be, but someone's gotta try. He needs his Candy Crush fix.]

[toeverywhere]

Y'know, I don't get technology. It's... spooky. My father would call it witchcraft.

[the_futurist]

Yeah, but in another 20 years, at best, what we consider high-tech will be Lincoln Logs to that generation. It's just like everything else, trying to stay ahead of the curve, trying to predict the future, making life easier and more difficult at the same time.

[He shakes his head, chuckling drily.]

Man, somewhere my dad's ears are burning and he has no idea why.

[He manages to smile through his joke, convincingly enough, but he hasn't had a fond thought of Howard in a long time. And then there's the fact that the bastard is in a coma.]

[toeverywhere]

Oh, trust me, I know. [You're talking to a girl who saw the birth of television, y'know, Tony.]

Your dad? Why's that? [She quirks an eyebrow.]

[the_futurist]

[It's going to take him a while to fully grasp that...

and he lets out a short, harsh chuckle at her question, though it's far from directed at her.]

Because if I didn't hear it come out of my own mouth I'd swear he said it. I have heard three hour rants begin with the same words.

[He sighs.]

[toeverywhere]

[She won't spoil the fun for him to get that.]

Wow. My father was a minister, so I can fully understand those three hour rants.