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[the_mechanic]

[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]

Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]

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[ Lin's seen that look before, but for the moment, she doesn't ask too many questions. This place is shock enough to the system. ]

There's a hotel in the Second District, where you can rest, though if you're in the First District, the cafe is a safe location to catch your breath. Your little friend there-- [chinnod for the bat] --should be able to ward of the worst off the Nightmares that hang around there.

There's not much in the way of medical supplies beyond the potions if you don't possess some form of healing ability.

[And Tony definitely doesn't look like a waterbender.]

[the_mechanic]

It seems I'm in the First District. I'm waiting for someone to show up and give me a hand and I'll see how they feel about... Nightmares.

[He casts a glance up, toward his bat, who seems happily determined to perch on his head until further notice.]

Gotta admit I might be looking forward to seeing what he can do.

And heh, no, just... normal human healing ability. I'll be fine.

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They can and will surprise you. But from what I've seen, they tend to be very loyal, though some are brighter than others.

[ Said, as she ignores something bright purple and rather spikey looking bouncing behind her, attempting to see Tony. Can he see? Please? Pleasepleaseplease? ...She's rather good at ignore it, apparently.

Ah. Non-bender. And not the first to make armor to compensate for the fact. ]

Given the state of you, I doubt that. [ooo blunt.] I'm not too far from the Square if you need that help.

[the_mechanic]

[If it's any consolation, he eventually drinks the damn thing and admits he's an imbecile... after Rarity just about shoves it down his throat...

He's just about to be offended on behalf of his own dingbat, (Dingbat. Yeah. It'll probably stick...), when he sees Lin's dream eater. Ah-hah.

He shrugs.]

I've lived through worse.

Actually, there seems to be an over-abundance of guests at my surprise welcoming party, as is, so it's up to you. [Read: ponies.]

[God knows he can at least tell she's not a woman he should ever try to tell what to do.]

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[ The pricklemane is super affectionate, super loyal, and definitely not the brightest crayon in the box. It /tries/ though.

An eyebrow arches slightly. You're certainly popular for a new arrival. Then, lips purse slightly. ]

Is the pink one still there?

[the_mechanic]

[The pain in Tony's eyes is probably more than enough confirmation.

What can he say, he's got a magnetic personality.]

Yep.

[Tony's used to working with dumb, affectionate side-kicks. Then there's his bots.]

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[ She doesn't bother disguising the sympathy that flickers in her eyes. You poor bastard. ]

I'll pass.

No doubt we'll see each other at the hotel. A good number of arrivals stay there at present, though it is possible to get housing in different Traverse Town districts. I cannot say for certain about Twilight Town, however.

[the_mechanic]

[Yeah, he kind of wants to die even more than usual, but, because the universe both hates and loves him, he'll live.

His lip quirks up, all the same.]

That'll be my next stop, sounds like.

Oh, belated stupid question: what's the currency around here?

[He's guessing the hotel isn't a homeless shelter, so they're probably going to want something from him. He's also guessing all his billions aren't exactly accessible.

He's been through the party favors the moogle gave him, and he's curious if some of the trinkets might actually be monies. But that might be pushing even his luck.]

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The currency is munny. [Sounds similar enough to 'money' really, but her home city's currency are yuans. A gold and blue sphere is briefly lifted into view of the camera.]

The nightmares tend to drop them once they're destroyed - if you fight a lot of them, you won't find it difficult to stay in pocket. They also drop little dream pieces, a bit like the ones given by the moogles.

Apparently, it's possible to make more. There are a few people here with more than one companion.

[the_mechanic]

[His eyes narrow a bit, since for all he knows, she said 'money', but hey, whatever. That looks familiar, and when he checks the bag again, sure enough, he's got a fair few to start off with.

...the nightmares shatter into money and magical Legos that make more dream eaters. ...fascinating. He can't wait to see this for himself.]

Huh, alright. That sounds almost too easy, but I'll go with it.

...but I'll probably just stick with one of these things, for now.

[He casts a glance up toward his bat, but obviously can't see past his eyebrows. The bat just chitters and preens. Tony sighs.]

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[Very dryly] You're stuck on what is essentially a decided non-lucid dreamscape with people from different worlds, and no means of return or communicating home. I'm not sure 'too easy' is the word I'd use.

A wise choice, honestly. Having more than one seems like a handful.

[the_mechanic]

[He shrugs, that weary resignation returning. He was mostly referring to the monetary state of things.]

[Quietly, tiredly, a bit cynically, but sincerely]

I'll find a way out. Eventually. Until then, I'm trying out this thing called optimism. It's new to me, but it might just keep me from screaming, for a few more hours.

[Or a few more minutes. Any time he can fend off the hysterics is time well spent.]

I can imagine.

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It's easier said than done. [The finding part, that is. Not that she's given up, no, but, unfortunately, Wash was right about at least one thing.]

Optimism seems to be something the dream eaters have in spades, at least. But if you find you've time to waste screaming, don't let me stop you.

Name's Lin Beifong. [tiniest pause before her name? Well, can't imagine what she'd been about to say before that.] Yours?

[the_mechanic]

[He smirks. Nothing worth doing is easy. And he's stubborn enough not to quit.]

I'm sure. But I'm going to try. Looks like I'll need a hobby, anyway.

Tony Stark. [If he notices the pause, he makes no indication of it.]

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[ At least he's not trying to charm her. That'd lose points fast. ]

I'm sure you'll find something.

I can't say it's a pleasure for any of us to be here, but it's good to meet you. [she says that now...]

[the_mechanic]

[Pfffft, god, you know, he's actually really good with people, when he needs to be, he just doesn't care most of the time.

He doesn't have that luxury here, yet.

He smiles; it's small, but it's genuine.]

Likewise. I'll be in touch.

[And he means it.]