closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark and VIPs only.
WHAT: A diverse array of socialising.
WHEN: Throughout Firstfall.
WHERE: Many places!
NOTES: This is a catch-all of pre-planned-ish threads. Happy to create starters if you want to do a thing, and feel free to turn any of these into action spam if your brain prefers it. Warnings for casual drug use, I guess!

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thank you for your patience

[achievable]

That’s the first statement in at least two minutes to get Howard to lift his attention from the diagrams, which he’s been leaning over, forearms planted flat on the table, following along as best he can. And as best he can is pretty good, even though some of the science behind the explanation is (don’t make him say it) more advanced than he’s familiar with, and all of the enchantment is, well—

“Do you think you can make them stop calling it magic, while you’re at it? Unless you’re planning to generate rabbits out of hats.”

Petty. He can deal with it, really.

He stands all the way up. For a very brief moment he narrows his eyes at Mr Tony St. Rhodes-Potts, before chalking up a flash of familiarity to odd shadows from the firelight and craning his neck to force an impolite man-among-men joint pop.