a; i'm headed straight for the castle

[ tony seems calm for a newly arrived (don't worry, it's a streak that won't last long.) he's keeping it together enough to search each and every room of the temple, regardless of whether it's currently occupied or not. he's poking through whatever stuff he finds too, seemingly uncaring if it's rude or if he might get hit for it. when he hears someone come in, he doesn't even look up from his task, just makes an offhand comment. ]

I'm so rating this place one star on Yelp.

b; they wanna make me their queen

[ tony strolls in like he owns the place, mostly because he intends to by the end of the week. he's about to open his mouth for some seriously rapidfire questioning the second he sees anyone not made of smoke (did he mention - creepy?) when something flits overhead. he startles visibly, attempting to put his hands up to block the foreign object he's been divebombed with, but it's no use. he attempts to tug the thing off his head to zero success. he can already feel the bile rising in the back of his throat, his skin running cool and clammy as his eyes bug out of his head tellingly. his gaze is unseeing as he looks around in a panicked fever, reaching for his wrist to check his pulse when he notices the watch strapped there. that is definitely not his jaeger. but he's clicking through options with practiced ease, even while his chest tightens all too familiarly. where's the camera, where's the camera... he takes a selfie just to assess where he's at and that DOES NOT help. ]

What in Augustus Gloop... [ wrong character, but whatever. tony trails off, still struggling to get his breathing back to normal. in fact, he's noticeably hyperventilating. have fun with that. ]

c; there's an old man on the throne

[ flower crown crisis, averted. whatever. he's plucking petals out of it from his spot where he's hunched over, trying to ignore everyone in the room. ] I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming not, I'm dreaming- [ each petal gets a murmured phrase as he tries to determine if this is real. it can't be, right? unless this is asgard or one of those fairytale realms, emphasis on the fairies which are real. what the fuck?

he feels a nudge at his foot and thinks it must be another wayward creature. in a way, he's right. the squeak is what gets him to lift his head, mouth slack as his eyes, still wide as dinner plates, settle on the balloon doggy currently begging his attention. this is some serious walt disney shit he totally didn't sign up for, licensing aside. ]

I've finally snapped. This is it, Balloon Larry. It's just you and me. We're going to that big crazybin in the sky. Hope you packed a lunch.

d; saying i probably shouldn't be so mean

[ once he's calmed down some, tony sits alone at a table with his smartwatch clutched in both hands. tinkering as pepper would call it. there's a tiny screwdriver in his hand like the kind you'd take apart eyeglasses with but he's currently too distracted by scrolling through menus to actually reverse engineer the damn thing. ]

Tony Stark I'm getting a manic pixie dream girl vibe. Just me?