[Have an accidental second level. Tony's sitting upright in a hospital bed, wired up to an IV with a bandage around his head and several more of them on various other parts of his body. His left shoulder is completely covered. His shirt is off and his arc reactor is clearly visible—he stares at it blankly for a moment. That can't be good.

He's more than slightly stoned on morphine, and the first thing he does is rip the IV out, none too gently. The last thing he remembers is being beaten unconscious, surely, something has happened since then.]

Well.

Did we win?

Pepper, where are you?

Mikaela, you want to see more of the suit? Stop by.

Anakin, you, too.

Everyone else, I don't suppose anyone knows where to get basic computer components? Of any kind, I'm not picky.

Oh, and Pepper? You're fired.

[Having been shown his new home—which is Master Street, Corona Radiata House, Lower Cove—Tony has wasted no time locking himself inside. Parts of his suit are scattered on every available surface and he's intently peering at one of them, so focused that he's essentially shut everything else out.

Other people live here? He didn't even notice.]

[standing in the middle of the street is a massive iron suit, red and gold, immobile and dark and quiet. if you pass by closely, you might just barely be able to make out a tinny, tiny voice coming from inside.]

... must've shorted out when—when—hello? HELLO? Could use some help, here...

[inside the suit, Tony cannot move, see, or hear anything except the muffled sounds that make it through his thick armor, and he's trying his best to reboot the system from the inside.]

coming soon

I play Tony Stark (buystark) and Jack Kelly (ambastardly). If you've got something to say—besides how godawful their usernames are—lay it on me. I don't bite.