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[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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invites myself in here

[libratus]

Oh, of course. I was just doing a little research.

[ In the middle of the night while waiting on a gentleman caller, apparently but-- moving on. He spares a proper glance over the other man, awake equally late. Perhaps equally restless. Tony isn't who he was expecting, but that needn't be a bad thing. ]

It's-- well, it might be of interest to you. Would you like to come in? How do you feel about spiders?

[ Not the order those questions ought to go in, perhaps.

All the same, he swings open the door in offer. Inside, the smell of incense and oil, a work bench, a table. Upon the latter: a board dotted with pinned moths and a glass jar the size of his head, dark and full of skittering. ]

[propulsion]

[ Tony enters the workspace-- not eagerly, but certainly with some degree of intent, inclined towards the centre of most given rooms to assess his surroundings from there. His attention immediately zooms in on the table and the sign of subtle movement. ]

We have an understanding, [ is his answer. ] Mostly around proximity, boundaries, that kind of thing. How do you feel about spiders?

[libratus]

I am more partial to beetles, but they have a certain charm.

[ Or the people who love them do, at least. He shuts the door after and sweeps back toward the table, rolling up his sleeves. ]

And certain uses. Giant spiders, you see, are one of few creatures who can reliably sense the thinning of the Veil.

[propulsion]

Well that's fun. Do they make webs that say 'some demon!' over the top of rifts?

[ He makes a gesture, a sweeping hand gesture to project the visual image, which turns quickly into a dismissive wave. ]

Kid's book, not local, don't ask. You were saying about your spiders?

[libratus]

[ Squinting, ] If they could spell, this would be much simpler.

But even before a rift appears, they like to nest in the thin spots. It's why there are so many cobwebs in the Gallows -- or part of the reason, at any rate. [ Also it's, u kno, old and understaffed and full of spiders.

Delicately, he plucks a dead moth from its pinboard, enfolding it in caged hand. ]

So they feel that potential far earlier than we do. I thought if I could inspire them to react a bit more obviously... [ Well. A shimmer of light between fingers, and wings like dry leaves flutter to life. Ilias releases it to beat against the glass wall of the jar--

Where the spiders don't do much of anything, to be honest. Perhaps a handful scurry a little faster.

It's a work in progress. ]