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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 frowns a little when she puts her belongings down. Oh crap. Were they really going to have four people trying to share this small space?

His expression turns even more confused at her conclusion about Lightning. He can't move on quite as fast as she seems to. He does glance down at himself when she mentions to his suit.]

It's quite useful, yes. But psychic? Doubtful. It didn't seem to be coming from her mind necessarily. Is that what your world calls people who can use magical abilities?

[This place was very strange. It made him somewhat wary that so many of them were comfortable with the idea of magic.]

Who are you?

[Yea. She's not going to like it any more than you, Tony.]

In the past, I guess, but we know now psychics can manifest in all manner of ways from healers to the more common telepaths. There's even legends of golden-eyed children who are exceptionally powerful to the point it's said they can slave a pokemon's mind to their own.

[There's a small shudder, as if the very idea if anathema to her.] I'm Eva. It's nice to meet you.

[He raises an eyebrow at her description. There were several points that deserved questions, but he picked one since that seemed all he had energy for.]

What the hell is a pokemon and why would you want to slave it's mind?

It's polite to give a name for a name, but a pokemon's something from my world. It's also easier if I show you.

[She digs out a metalic, red and white ball, somewhere between a baseball and tennisball in size, out of the rucksack. A press of the central button later, and a pink, sleeping pseudo-rabbit-like with vestigial wings tucked against its side emerges in a flash of multicoloured light and rush of sound.] This is Princess. He's a pippi, which are just one of many kinds of pokemon in my world. He's also sleeping and I wouldn't wake him if you like your fingers.

[He wasn't one to admit mistakes, especially when there hadn't been any ill intention behind it. He'd been so caught with what she was saying about the .. bunny thing.. that he hadn't paid attention to her other comment. That being the case, he was stuck for a brief moment on how to respond. Although.. she was going to be his roommate, apparently. Maybe playing nice was the way to go.]

Sorry. I'm Tony Stark.

[He leans in a closer to get a better look at the animal she's holding.]

He is named Princess?

[He shrugs. Whatever floats their boat. He appreciates the warning to keep his hands back though as the desire to stroke the fuzzy animal was strong.]

Well, that's a new one. We don't have pokemon or bunnies with wings on my world. What was that ball you had a moment ago? How did that work?

[She nods, committing the name to memory before addressing the donphan in the room with a shrug.] It's much more common to find female pippi than male and I thought I had that when I named him. It wasn't until later I found out she was a he. But he likes the name, so...

[Shrug.]

Oh, that's just a monsterball. [Off handedly because more important things! Like info dump!] Oh, pippi aren't true Leporidae like mimilop or horubī are. They do look it a bit, especially when they grow into the pik'shī stage - not that Princess can without a Moonstone and at least a two months- but they're Ogotna, which is a Family in the Order Lagomorpha, but not quite the same as Ochotona, who don't have wings. Like I said, it gets a bit complicated, and I don't know as much about the system as I'd like, but I know enough thanks to working on a ranch on and off when I was younger.

Huh.

[There was a man named Sue, why not a boy-bunny-bat named Princess? He honestly didn't care.

What he did care about is the fact, he finally caught on to what she was talking about. Peter had been really into Pokemon, especially Pokemon Go. He didn't get involved with it himself, but as he looks at the fuzzy creature in Eva's hand, it was very clearly real in her world.]

You're making my head hurt.

[Those were a lot of terms said almost arrogantly assuming he- and anyone else she was speaking to- would be familiar with them. How was he supposed to react to someone, or something, that was just a video game back home?]

You should really go introduce yourself to the kids. I think they'd like to meet you and Princess.

Edited 2019-07-04 16:30 (UTC)

Sorry. I-

[She lets out a nervous chuckle and scratches her neck.] You're right, Stark-san. My bad. I- I'm still adjusting, as we all are I think. Sorry again. If you-

[Wait-] ... Wait, Peter-kun's one of the kid's having an allergic reaction? How many kids are there on board?

[The apology made him sigh. He wasn't well and was completely freaked by both being kidnapped on this train and the kids getting into trouble so quickly, but Eva didn't deserve him taking it out on her.]

It's fine.

[He was about to just go back to what he was doing, but the fact she recognized Peter's name brings his attention right back to her.]

Yes? You've met him already? He's my.. uh, intern.

[That was a pitiful term for who Peter really was to him, but he wasn't sure what else to use.]

From what I've found three. Peter, a little girl who has taken the bunk above you named Buttercup, and Gwen another teenager. She was also caught in the perfume. It didn't affect me when I went into the dressing car, so it seems they're the two unlucky ones.

[If she notes the pause before intern, she doesn't comment. For all she knows, Peter's the first intern he's ever had. That or he's like Satoru, who keeps forgetting they have an intern working for them back home.

A bob of the head.] Yea, briefly. He's a nice kid.

[Her eyes flick up to the bunk. She doesn't say it, but she's glad the youngest is with them. Easier to keep track her that way, and Eva's not unconvinced the train isn't going to spit them out somewhere unpleasant given the unknown destination.

She sighs.] That's good and hopefully, that's all the allergic reactions we'll be dealing with on the trip to wherever.

[Tony actually felt the same way about Buttercup. Although the people he had met so far on this train all seemed like equally good people. They would've been able to watch over the little girl too.]

I have to ask, since you appear to be one of my roommates, would you be opposed to me requesting Peter has access to this room? I doubt he'll ever use the access but just in case?

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[A shake of her head.]

No, of course not. If anything, we should try and arrange it so the kids have emergency access to the cabins of all willing adults. We don't know what will happen or where we are.

[She might have a theory, but it's not one she wants to think or talk about right now.]

They're kids and we're adults. We are, ultimately, responsible for their safety until we figure out what's happening and where we are going.

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I know I liked you for a reason.

[He stretches and then turns toward the door.]

I'm going to see what I can do about communicating with the conductor. If you need anything let me know.

Thanks.

[She nods.] Will do- and be careful yourself.

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