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-before sirens on the 6th-

Hi. [Why look, Siren's Port, this is one very annoyed person on your NV's today. All bruised and bumped and covered in grass stains. The norm of those who just fell through the sky. Again.] I'm Tony Stark. And for those of you who may not have noticed, we've been blatantly kidnapped. I've been told this is, uh, not something new, here? That some people have been living in the magical land of Stockholm Syndrome for years without actually realizing just how bad it is?

[His bullshit meter just hit so high it practically punched a hole through the stratosphere, guys]

I need three things. First, the nearest Starbucks and not whatever coffee equivalent Canada's pushing out. I will practically marry you if you can supply me with a coffee IV drip right now. Second, access to a computer for three days straight. And it cannot be some crappy brick from 1997 that still thinks Internet Explorer is too advanced to run up to speed. Third: information on any and all major businesses that have even the slightest interest in technology advancement.

[He reaches up a hand to rub two fingers against his temple, a headache more than just coming on.] Get to it, Port. And remember: Coffee. First.

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[It's a beautiful child, one you should be proud of. Might have to keep an eye on it, though. Considering that glint in Tony's eyes more than shows he just wants to stick his fingers in it and mess around.]

Should be able to figure it out with what he was building. He keep records somewhere? [Because he would have. Somewhere. Some encrypted file or something. And it's weird the whole... other him being here thing. It'll take some time to fully get, but at the very least it means he should be able to get inside uh, his... head, a bit.]

Thanks, Gandalf. There's a curfew in this place, right? Something about inky darkness and monsters that rip your face off?

[He's very proud. But he's also curious to see what Tony could do with it.]

What we have here was the machine needed to get the suit on and off, as well as some other things. I have a laptop that was in his lap, but I haven't attempted to crack into it.

[Out of respect. He'd give it to an alternate, though.]

My hair isn't long enough to be Gandalf. And I like to think I'm more attractive.

[Ego problems. He has none.]

Yes. Sirens normally sound and give you a five minute warning. There's files on that as well.

Here's hoping it's the most recent model. I hate doing the same work twice. [He glances up at the camera from where he was thumbing through the information on the screen, quirking an eyebrow up] A laptop, huh? Should work nicely.

[He grins, and turns his attention back to the files he's flipping through on his NV]

I dunno, white hair... you have that whole wise, old mentor thing going on. [Files on... sirens... ah, there.] You've been doing your homework. How long have you been stuck here?

I assume that information is in the laptop.

[Magneto meanwhile, is prepping security. Because he knows Stark will get curious and want to poke.]

Two years in October.

Probably. Unless he - I - had some remote back-up... I'll have to plug into the suit, see what system it's functioning on...

[Damn straight he'll want to poke. His mind's already switching into full-on research and development mode.]

That sucks. And you haven't gone insane yet?

Power supply isn't an issue.

[There's probably at least a thousand good reasons Magneto and Tony Stark shouldn't work together. He doesn't care.]

Once or twice, yes.

[He may or may not be joking.]

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