Crash landing with a difference

[stark_ravingmad]

"You know, the big question should be; how do you know if you're still dreaming even though you think you are awake?"

Tony Stark was clutching his head with one hand, which hurt like hell for some reason. He hadn't even touched a drop of liquor in months now he was near tee-total. A scotch in the morning was no longer his breakfast anymore and hadn't been for years. Had he fallen and hit his head on the ground? That sounded more like it. In his other hand was clutched a pamphlet, which he had read and gazed at for a good few minutes or more.

The Nexus? Is this where he had ended up? Christ. Was this some sort of a joke? Had Happy or Rogers set him up at some resort? Because it was seriously lacking in certain amenities if they thought he would enjoy this place. Of course, this place might have more in the line of entertainment past the information in the pamphlet. He just needed to read more or to---try and wake up.

Maybe if he pinched himself he would wake up? A sound solution, right? Because he wanted nothing more than to get back to his workshop and finish spray painting his latest suit. The MkII's helmet needed work and also the jets on the feet had to be altered for higher altitudes. Also, the big one? Ultron. That guy was somewhere out there at god knows where doing god knows what. Iron-Man had to be ready to launch when the Avengers were called. SHIELD wouldn't have done this to him? No, that was just crazy and made no sense.

He was currently squinting up at the building in front of him which read; "The Viper's Pit." Great. So, it was some sort of seedy establishment perhaps? Walking through the doors of the place he looked around and realised he shouldn't really be here. It was a bar; a tavern of sorts and Tony and drink weren't really friends right now. At least, Pepper had tried to ease his partnership with the scotch glass over the years. Hey, he'd been on wheatgrass shakes with added chlorophyll. It tasted like crap but did a ton of good. At least he was trying.

"FRIDAY? Am I dreaming? Because if I'm not then I'm entering into a world of sin right now."

No answer came from his device, which must have shorted out maybe? It sounded so Eighties--shorted out? Loss of connection sounded more Twenty First Century. God, where the hell was he? Crap. No FRIDAY for now it seemed. It also enforced his idea that this might be some sort of drug trip because Iron-Man had lots of enemies and one of them might have somehow gained access to his health shakes and drugged them. Yeah. A bit out there but everything was possible regarding Tony Stark.

"If I click my heels three times does it mean I get back to Avenger's Compound?"

a new journal is full of possibilities

[skyti]

 There are few things Atreus loves more then listening to the stories of others and writing them down.  Okay, okay he definitely loves his parents more.  That's a given though.  Also wolves are cool.  He sure does love wolves.  He's quite convinced he'll prove his father wrong one day and teach himself how to turn into one but that day's sadly a long way off probably.

Writing in a journal though! Back to that! He loves writing about his adventures and and every tale he comes across, and he's wanted to write down his findings of the Nexus too... but he thought it'd be appropriate to have a separate journal for here.  There were so many people from so many different worlds! He figures it'll be really easy to fill up a lot of pages really fast.

That's when he discovered the stationary store.  Which is probably one of his favorite places he's found here so far.  Dozens of different journals in different sizes in so many colors with so many pictures on the covers.  And the writing tools! Markers, pens, colored pencils! In any and every color he could possibly imagine! There were other even more ADVANCED materials like stickers an washi tape but he was honestly starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

So he ended up leaving with a truly epic looking journal with a wolf on the cover and a small package of pens in an assortment of colors.  He's investigate the other materials more thoroughly later.

As he walked he flipped open the journal.  The pages were empty and pristine.  There's a bit of a thrill whenever you look at blank pages like that.  What will eventually fill them? He knows the first thing at least.  He selects a pen and writes in runes 'Tales from the Nexus' and smiles to himself.  That feels right.  Not to just... get those tales!

"Excuse me!" he hails a friend or a friendly looking stranger, or just someone INTERESTING looking as they pass by, "Know any good stories?"