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[Tony's face appears as he's quickly figuring out how to use the ICP. For anyone who saw him on the platform or shortly after, he's looking a lot better. There are some bruises on his face and he looks stressed, but this is still an improvement.]

Lightning. I don't know where you are, but I need you to come to the end of the sleeper carriage near the dressing carriage door. I have two idiots who need some help.

[About two hours later... it's just his voice this time.]

Whoever abducted us, you better change the damn fragrance in the dressing room to something these kids aren't allergic to before I find you.

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[He raises an eyebrow at being told to be quiet, but he does as he's told. He could tell a fellow engineer was at work when he saw one. As he got closer, he saw the problem before Manabu said anything. He rolled back till the chair was in the hallway, he was leaning forward, just barely inside the doorway watching everything the young man was doing.]

Water or vinegar would work. Rubbing alcohol if- the first aid kits might have some. Let me check.

[He wheels further away fromt he room and finds the first aid kit hanging in the hallway. He sorts through it and then mutters a curse. Returning, he shakes his head.]

There might be the other two in the kitchen or soap might work.

Ye-yeah, maybe. [he gets up, rubbing his fingers with a grimace. he's getting close to exhausting his creative problem-solving here, so he really hopes the soap idea works.

...then again. maybe he could find that huge guy he met earlier and have him just...stamp on the floor...

ah. well, contingencies for later. he needs to work with what he has right now!]

Mm. [nodding, resolute.] I'll be back in a second, hang tight!

[it takes a bit of finagling around that chair of Tony's -- Manabu apologizes, of course -- before he can trot down the corridor, off toward the dining car. it'll be more than a second, because while it's easy to find things when they're all going in one direction, it's more of a scavenger hunt to pilfer through the kitchen's setup first time through.

he comes tromping back hastily, but triumphantly enough.]

Got what we need! Haa, here, hang on-- [back in the way, back onto the floor he goes with the small bottle of apple vinegar. with a puffed laugh:] I feel like I'm up to some school science tricks or something here...

[Wow, this chair was annoying. He'd go sit in the desk chair but he was getting a better view from here. Plus it'd bring even more attention to his physical condition.

His eyes light up when he sees the kid found some soap.]

God, I miss those days sometimes.

[Even the ones he just did with Peter. Who didn't love showing off how to light a lightbulb with a potato? This young man was turning out to be alright too.]

You know, earlier.. I was just messing around with you. I knew you weren't serious about the airlock.

Eh-?

[he looks up, mid-pour, blinking. after half a beat, he grins.]

Oh, I’m not mad! Don’t worry about it, Mr. Stark.

[head tilt.]

...Y’know...I think I know that name...? But for some reason, I’m having trouble remembering from where...

[He shrugs. He was glad the kid had a sense of humor.

His eyebrow rose hearing the young man had heard of him. It was amusing that he'd been on this train only one day and already people were recognizing him.

He rocked, obviously.]

If you were on my world it would because I'm a billionaire superhero but since you're likely not from there, I'd say you met my intern Peter. Right?

Auh, n-no, not yet, I don’t think. [he ducks his head a bit sheepishly while giving the panel a testing pick.

while closing the vinegar bottle up, his expression and voice grow more distant as he scrambles to recall.]

But...rich superhero sounds familiar. I just don’t get how.

[he scoots backward, getting to his feet and sizing up where to stomp before shooting Tony a curious look.]

No foggy memory on your end, right? Besides whatever’s got us all boarded here, anyway.

[He was suprised to see he'd been wrong with his guess. He would've expected Peter to be making the rounds meeting people just as he was. Although... Peter was distracted by one particular friend.]

What sort of world are you from? Is it Earth?

[Foggy memories? Hmm. He had to think that over.]

No, I don't believe so. Although, how would I know if I haven't re-remembered them?

[little head shake.] Tabito, not Earth. That’s where I thought... [he pauses mid-thought with a soft frown.]

...No, that’s not right. That platform looked nothing like Tabito station. But for some reason I was so sure I was just boarding for work.

But...that doesn’t feel right now, either. There’s no such things as superheroes around there. Not, not outside of comic books and kid’s shows...

[from the get-go, he hasn’t stopped to puzzle out and get his bearings and it shows. he’s not sure he wants to get down to that right now, either.]

Well, anyway. Doesn’t change the present, huh? Let’s see if I can pop this sucker open. Might wanna scoot back a bit...

Comic bokos?

[He thought a moment and shrugs.]

I know there are action figures of me, but I don't know if there are comic books or kid's shows.

[He really hadn't paid attention, except he had been given an action figure once as a joke from Rhodey.]

Right.. stupid chair getting in the way of everything.

[It was annoying not being able to get as hands on with this project as he wanted to. However, why break his back when this young man was clearly willing to do it for him?]

Are you an engineer in Tabito?

Haa, no, I don't have the brains for that! [he shoots a grin over before situating himself himself in front of the table, using it to grip on while he tests his the positioning of his foot.

from here, he'll start stamping on the panel as hard as he can with one boot.]

I'm actually-! [THUMP.] An officer! [THUMP.] Of the SDF-! [THUMP. THUMP.

beat.]

Ghaaa... [he pauses to line up his heel, then starts pressing, using the bolted-down table as leverage. he looks liable to pop, but before any braincells can explode with all the effort, there's a crack, then a pop, and the panel at Tony's end peeks up juuuust enough for fingers to snag it and pull up.]

Edited 2019-07-05 20:50 (UTC)

[ooc- sorry for the typos!]

[Tony raises an eyebrow at that comment, but he didn't know the young man. Maybe he didn't have the brains for it. Although they were trying to break into a panel on the floor when Manabu had an ox for a roommate.}

And an officer of SDF is... your military or police force? The driver of an ice cream truck? What?

[He smirks, pleased, when Manabu gets the panel up. Not bad.]

Kon'nichiwa.

Whoof...! [Manabu slumps and plops onto the ground to catch his breath, but he's quite pleased with himself. small but mighty! sort of! as long as he doesn't have to do that again for a while, because wow, that was tough on the knees...]

Kind of, uh, both. [er, wait.] Not the ice cream part, that is. Space Defense Force. We help keep the trains safe on and off-planet...

[he sits up a little, as if just that little difference would give him a look-see as to whatever secrets have popped open on Tony's side.]

What's it look like over there?

That's a shame. I'm a big fan of the idea of ice cream space trucks.

[He gives Manabu a moment to laugh at his joke, should he choose to do so. It was hilarious after all.]

So you're used to these kinds of trains? They're in your world?

[He shakes his head.]

And I can't see anything from here, just a crack and shadow.

[the opportunity to laugh comes and goes, narry a cricket to be heard. Manabu's attention is elsewhere, and so is his sense of humor.

while climbing to his feet:] Ye-yeah. It's how folks get planet to planet. The SDF has a division that builds and maintains them, so hopefully...

[...hopefully, there's familiar components under the hood. it's not an ideal starting point in his opinion, but if the engine's going to be inaccessible, then...]

'Scuse me, I'm just gonna-- [he steps over the edge of the panel and shimmies himself beside Tony and that chair of his, crouching back down so he can get his fingers under the material and lift it up enough for both of them to see.]

Water pipes...oxygen pipes... [electrical wires? seems right. Manabu frowns, wracking his brains to remember what the guts of the other trains looked like. much more colorful and lit-up, that's for sure. that'd be because of all the...uh...]

...This...doesn't look at all right. Er, not complete? There's...so much missing...

[Well fine.

Tony rolls his eyes and rolls further back as Manabu climbs over him again. He loathes being stuck in this thing. He wants to be down on the floor looking at all the pipes and wires!

Oh what the hell.

He grunts at the effort, but pushes himself up off the chair and crouches down next to Manabu so he can see inside the panels. He reaches out and lightly touches a few pipes, nodding at which ones seem hot and which ones seem cold.]

What do you think are missing?

Stabilizers for shock, at least. Unless there's another drop floor under the piping. [and there's no chance of getting to that without some serious tools and a pitstop.] Usually there's light sequences alongside each pipe trail to verify status, so you can pinpoint breaks or stoppage easier, but it's just... [nothing. he shakes his head.]

I don't want to dig in too deeply if we're already moving; I don't know enough of the internals to be sure I wouldn't break something important.

[but that's almost the same as admitting defeat, and he doesn't like it. he sighs, sitting up.]

This...can't be one of our trains, then... [what is going on...?]

[Tony sticks his head as far into the space underneath the panel he can see. He mutters a curse when that really doesn't do much to help them. He looks up at Manabu as he's pulling himself back up.]

We need flashlights and tools. There has to be a maintenance area on this train. It looks like those bolts use wrenches. We might be able to find something that would work.

[Sitting back, he thinks for a moment.]

We should also figure out just exactly we're trying to do. Stop the train? Steal equipment from the train for our own purposes? What?

[he watches Tony with a worried frown. is it fine for the guy to just be out of his chair like that? is Manabu gonna have to pick him up? he hopes not.

that's a worry for later: he slumps a little, rubbing the back of his head.]

Right. I mean-- I kind of just want to know the destination more than anything. I'll take a side trip and explain it to my captain before just being stuck knowing nothing.

[he looks down at his clothes, murmuring:] ...Though...I-I'm not sure I want to know how I got into these clothes...

[He was just fine thank you! It might take more effort than normal to get off this floor, but he didn't need anyone picking him up. Again.

Tony nods, agreeing with Manabu that it would be very helpful to know where they were going.]

It'd be wise to have a way to do an emergency stop if we needed to. A way to control the train ourselves at least to a degree.

[The comment about his clothes had Tony scrunching his nose in disgust.]

Makes you feel violated, doesn't it?

[He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.]

You didn't ask, but I'm in a similar position to yours back home. There's an organization called the Avengers who are a collection of defenders with special skills or powers to protect the world. I was actually in middle of our biggest fight yet when I was brought here.

Is that why you're all bruised up? [he offers a sympathetic grin.]

[Tony sighs, it shouldn't be any wonder it was obvious he was in bad shape when he was having to use this stupid wheelchair. After a brief moment of looking irritated, he nods.]

It's.. temporary.

[Hopefully.]

But I can still help with whatever project we have going on here.

Mm. [an agreeable nod.] It'll go smoother if we can all work together, one way or another.

[whatever "project" that may turn out to be... Manabu scratches at his cheek, giving the gap in the floor another look.]

...At least it'll be easier to jar open next time, if we need to. But I suppose for now, I'll just...put it back the way I found it to avoid trouble, huh.

[Tony uses the wall next to him to help him get to his feet. Once up, he held out his hand to help the younger man stand too. Old habits died hard, after all.]

It was a pleasure meeting you Manabu. Please keep me in the loop when you come up what we should try next, okay? You're the first person here that seems inclined to do something about our situation instead of just cope with it and I want to be involved.

[once he's sure Tony's not gonna flop over or struggle too much getting situated, Manabu gets to his feet, giving him a nod and a grim, thin-lipped smile.]

Mm. I will. Let me know if you think of something sooner, though, and I'll be ready to help.

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